I guard for Puget Art Museum now. This is a normal art salon, unlike the redneck MAM. We’re still in the early 2000s here, but they’re already batshit woke. But such outfits are 90% women staffed, excuse me, 95. Broads, broads, broads, wherever you look on the sixth floor where the offices are.
Didn’t take long to get in trouble. Because of the Jackson Pollock piece the museum owned, gas like the rest of his pailtistry.
Couldn’t resist commenting with a straight face, especially to high schoolers, that the piece was originally twice as wide, but the museum was short on funds so we cut it in half and monetized one half. A lot of kids believed me. Not hard to believe that you can make two or even three aesthetically unabridged pieces off one Pollock, and kids are natural.
I was reported for that. By a teacher, or by one of the lesbians, somebody said, we had a few on the staff and they aren’t quite normal toward stronger guys. They butt you as if nature ordered them to fight you for reproductive access, but they have no balls, no seed, no complementary DNA. Comedy.
Our security chief who hired me was a retired cop detective, famed for nabbing a serial killer down by Columbia River. We hit it off from the start, he liked that I kicked the Bolsheviks’ shins back in my starting country. And he fixed up the Pollock crime with the sixth floor.
The chief knew what was going on in his country, he connected the dots. He just couldn’t frame it intellectually, like me, but that wasn’t his kind’s commission. It was and is the Euroamerican eggheads’ task, before anybody else’s, that’s how it’s organically evolved in LHGs (Large Human Groups). But try to find those bozos in the trenches. It pissed me watching the chief go at times embarrassingly insecure in that prickly early woke environ of the 2000s. But he didn’t have the public backing of these egghead eunuchs, they just weren’t daring. He caught a serial killer, what else would you want him to do, fight Herbert Marcuse with a magnum?