For most of my life, I would happily say that the only charity I would give any money to was the RNLI / lifeboats, and I’d give regularly, always small amounts, but very very regularly “put the change in the lifeboat” sort of stuff.
I stopped some years ago when they started allowing and encouraging wimminz to be lifeboat crews, I really don’t give a fuck if they are in the office or behind the scenes but the cunts have no place at the cutting edge of sea rescue, they don’t have the strength or stamina… bear in mind 99.9% of the male crew do manual labour so they are all about twice as fit and strong as you’d expect from the average guy of the same age.
So some worthless empire building pen pushing cunt in an office decides to discipline an unpaid volunteer with 20 years service because said volunteer broke a couple of pathetic rules made by said pencil necked worthless cunts in offices and took an inflatable rib out single handed to help a guy with engine difficulties and give him a tow, in calm weather it has to be said.
So instead of making a drama out of nothing much and instead of getting a few of his volunteer unpaid mates to drop tools at their job he just goes out and does it himself, with just him and his 20 years of volunteer service to make that judgement call.
So some worthless cunt in an office decides to discipline an unpaid volunteer, and the entire station crew of 25 other unpaid volunteers react to this by saying FUCK YOU! to the RNLI and walk out en masse… he was their coxswain, the man in charge of the boat and their lives every time they went out as unpaid volunteers.
I could see it coming, back a bit in my then day job as the cisco kid one of the many venues I used to call at were the lifeboat stations, and it was always upgrading the comms.
A system that worked perfectly well for 100 years with technology like a single phone line to the station and a single siren in the station to call the volunteers (with the volunteers themselves working out their own rotas so there was always a full crew plus 3 in earshot of the siren) went all high tech a 10 or 100 mbit fibre connection, and the story was all about increasing efficiency and so on, and then you see all the VPN tunnels going in to remotely monitor CCTV cameras and doors opening and RFID tagging of everything from the boats on down, and you just don’t buy one iota of it, and you are just reassured that your years earlier decision to stop giving to the bastards when they put wimminz on the front line crews and in the stations was 100% correct.
For the past 15 to 20 years lifeboat crews were treated exactly like fathers in secret family courts, it was only the dignity and good nature and masculine provider / carer instincts that kept people coming back for more and more and more and doing the job because it needed to be done and simply doing the job itself was reward enough (it wasn’t for many, I knew lifeboatmen, they all paid a heavy emotional price for doing the job, for values of job that equal unpaid volunteers) but like the family courts these cunts keep pushing and keep pushing, now you have an entire fucking station crew walking out, something that has never happened since the service was founded in 1824.
A volunteer service life the lifeboats in an offshore island like St Helier isn’t *a* canary in a coal mine, it’s the last cananry alive anywhere, and it just fell off its perch.
If you think there is no connection between this and Trump bombing Assad, you aren’t paying attention, it’s all part of the same continuum and ethos that passes for culture now.
Trust me, when an entire station full of hardy and utterly selfless volunteers walks out in support of a colleague they feel has been unfairly dismissed, things are as serious as they can get.
Not only the salaried pencil necked office cunt, but EVERYONE in that salaried office and EVERYONE in the salaried command chain all the way to and including the top would have to fall on their swords go tomorrow to fix this, and we all know the chances of that happening are zero.
So long lifeboatmen (for it was always always always the crew that *made* the service) it’s been good knowing you, and the buggy whip, and all that… from one ex sailor, I salute you.