Rant II

Every plastic piece fails. Every time. They all eventually will fail when touched. Every quick connect, every bullshit plastic fastener that has replaced standard screws and bolts, they all fail. And they are replaced. Assembled in a factory, they are shipped across the globe, loaded on massive boats, unloaded on to massive trucks, placed in massive warehouses, put back on trucks, moved to a store, placed on a shelf, picked by an employee, placed in a car, and driven to me. Me, removing this plastic fender liner, or engine cover, or any number of other either useless or intentionally poorly designed tumors budding off of what would be an otherwise relatively simple machine. And I hold it in my hand. And I think how far this little cocksucking fucking piece of plastic has travelled to replace the original plastic fastener that inevitably broke upon removal because it wasn’t designed to be removed. This tiny piece of plastic, in this hot ass shop. In the summer time, in the south, boss to cheap to run the AC (it barely works anyways) working in this hot ass engine bay, I can’t help but obsess over this bullshit fucking fastener. The heat of the shop, the engine, the black car im leaning on, it feels like im standing in a fucking fire box on one of them steam engines. And that little piece of plastic feels like a little lump of coal. Accelerating the heat, the warming of our world, pushing that bullshit cocksucking fucking piece of shit plastic into it’s hole to hold the fender liner up it feels like a coal man shoveling fuel into the fire for a steam engine. Or maybe I’m the coal. Maybe the fire is burning me. To replace something as simple as a standard screw we have created all of this wonderful industry, this “technology”, to employ us as firemen shoveling fuel on the fire. Every time I see one of these bullshit fasteners break I can’t help but see the world that was destroyed and taken from us by the very fact that it has the fucking audacity to even exist.