Culture enricher offers lessons on parking the old world way

Im posting these in reverse order as its so refreshing to get to see who did something violent, stupid and unnecessary these days if its not a white male.

From C. Who brought us these gems.

Real-life GTA in Zwart Janstraat/Noordmolenstraat Rotterdam, the Netherlands. African (rumors say Somali refugee, but not confirmed yet, doesn’t speak dutch in any case) steals car, rams parked cars, gets pulled out. 4 videos in thread. Note the bottle of wine at 1m03, 3rd video, 0m27, 1m42 in 4th video.

Here is a related video from the UK:

 

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Canadian artist and counter-jihad and freedom of speech activist as well as devout Schrödinger's catholic

11 Replies to “Culture enricher offers lessons on parking the old world way”

  1. I have a very high contempt for the British police force. They terrify little old White British ladies for thoughts while they cower before British Muslim guys. On one of the videos I saw on this site, British cops are failures in life. Failed people are dangerous people when given power and authority.

    As to the first three video clips, non-Whites seem to have a problem dealing with alcohol. I figure Mohamed knew this and that’s why he forbid it for his flock.

    • They often have little access to alcohol in their own countries. And there’s the social control, gossip network, family honor etc, you can’t be seen drinking.

      So when they arrive in the west, some of them drink and smoke everything in sight, and fornicate with anything with a pulse. I’ve seen this with several guys from MENA and Iran.. In their perception, there are no rules in the west. And the mentality tends to be: it’s only wrong if you get caught.

    • They terrify little old White British ladies for thoughts while they cower before British Muslim guys.

      Give me a few minutes with the right hardware (i.e., Visegrips), and I’ll have those crooked coppers terrified as they cower before little old White British ladies. Like these dames, for instance…

      T = 00:03:30

        • Use a three phase signal generator and wire them for sound.

          Won’t that overload the center speaker? Mind you, I’m not saying that’s a bad thing, hokay?

          • I have never heard of anyone that didn’t 1) tell you everything you wanted to know and 2) didn’t reform their actions after being wired. As for your question do you really care? Wouldn’t that be an added virtue?

            • Wouldn’t that be an added virtue?

              Could be. Maybe you’re onto something here. However, what I do know is that this speaker certainly can withstand being blown repeatedly. All the same, wire-wrapped cones like theirs don’t have anywhere my throw length or such large rare earth magnets* behind it.

              * — I’ve worked with some serious magnet arrays. How serious, might you ask? So intense that they are used in powerful turbines or generators and particle physics experiments.

              While breaking down a water-cooled, planar magnetron PVD (physical vapor deposition) array for servicing, I hoisted the thing up on my shoulder (with its hogged out, solid copper target backing plate and rare earth magnet racetrack, an entire assembly can weigh in at 10–20 kilos) and hauled it out to my car.

              Getting back into my ’65 Mustang afterwards, only then did I notice how I’d gotten some rust (from a few corroding poles) onto my sports jacket—and they certainly weren’t just going to wipe away.

              What I didn’t realize at that time—at least not until paying for a dinner date later in the evening—was how what really got wiped was every last magnetically-striped credit card in my blazer’s pocket. Fortunately, I have an old tradition of keeping my feathers numbered hiding a c-note in my wallet for just such an occasion. —

              SPEAKING OF MAGNETS, in my personal high-tech collection are a pair of cubic dipoles smaller than your average playing dice (i.e., <1.0 cm^3). They’re so strong that they must be kept separated by a thin piece of cardboard in order to prize them apart when needed.

              For one thing, if allowed to slam together, face-to-face, they can chip or shatter themselves (rare earth metal alloys can be very brittle). For another, if allowed to lock together, it takes all of your strength just to slide these small sugar cube-sized pieces apart from each other. As a visceral measure of the danger these little monsters pose, much larger neodymium iron boron (NIB) sources must be handled with extreme care because a limb that’s caught between two unrestrained, attracting (and then contacting) magnets CAN BE AMPUTATED by the impact.

              Those NIB types are FIVE times stronger than samarium-cobalt rare earth magnets, and TWENTY times the field strength per unit volume compared to common ferrite compositions. For reference, cobalt-samarium—a different alloy that’s not rare earth dominant—was what we were using for sputter deposition onto some of the most advanced rigid disk technology at that time.

              All of which reminds me very little of back in 1986. Back then I wore an onion tied to my belt, which was the style at the time, I was making some field density measurements on one of those same magnetron (very different from microwave oven or radar) arrays. The important thing was that I had an onion tied to my belt, which was the style at the time, when my boss dropped by my office, I’d better have answers for him right away.

              Huddling next to my office’s Hitachi S-510 scanning electron microscope, I slaved over a hot magnetometer working to meet the engineering meeting’s deadline for that morning. All of a sudden, the instrument unexpectedly started acting up with wildly ambiguous readings.

              Desperate for any nuggets of hard data to present from our R&D team, my manager needled me to deliver some reproducible results. “What were the field strengths?” he asked in a strident tone. With genuine frustration showing on my face, I looked up, against my better scientific judgement, was forced to admit:

              ”Your Gauss is as good as mine.”

  2. Bradford coppers did nothing wrong. Give them their due.

    I do wonder about the film crew, though.