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Post by baza on Jul 23, 2018 1:51:24 GMT -5
In days of lesser technology, the mining industry was rife with danger. Methane gas could ignite with spectacular and fatal results, pockets of carbon monoxide could quietly kill you just as dead.
It was found that canaries were particularly sensitive to minute traces of noxious gases, and indicate their presence by quietly dropping dead. So miners back in the day took caged canaries with them to their workplace. And, if the canaries stopped chirping and fell off the perch stone dead, there was a pretty good clue to skedaddle the fuck out of the mine before the noxious gases reached levels intolerable to humans.
The problem was NOT the sudden demise of the canary, the problem was the presence of fatal gases.
In an ILIASM shithole (the toxic gas atmosphere) sex plays the role of the canary. It is the prime symptom of the end diagnosis ... a toxic marriage. The demise of the sexual canary is NOT the problem (although it can be a most distressing thing to lose a much loved pet bird) Rather, the real problem is the marriage being toxic. And the sexual canary makes the ulimate sacrifice to, in its' own avian way, give you a good heads up of where you are going. And the sexual canary, having made the sacrifice is not responsive to any entreaties or inducements to come back to life. Sure, you can check again that it is truly dead (like in the Monty Python Parrot Sketch) but don't waste too much time on that.
The problem ain't the canary.
Ignore the real problem at your peril.
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Post by flounder on Jul 23, 2018 11:42:06 GMT -5
It’s the cat.
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Post by okiedude on Jul 23, 2018 19:43:29 GMT -5
In days of lesser technology, the mining industry was rife with danger. Methane gas could ignite with spectacular and fatal results, pockets of carbon monoxide could quietly kill you just as dead. It was found that canaries were particularly sensitive to minute traces of noxious gases, and indicate their presence by quietly dropping dead. So miners back in the day took caged canaries with them to their workplace. And, if the canaries stopped chirping and fell off the perch stone dead, there was a pretty good clue to skedaddle the fuck out of the mine before the noxious gases reached levels intolerable to humans. The problem was NOT the sudden demise of the canary, the problem was the presence of fatal gases. In an ILIASM shithole (the toxic gas atmosphere) sex plays the role of the canary. It is the prime symptom of the end diagnosis ... a toxic marriage. The demise of the sexual canary is NOT the problem (although it can be a most distressing thing to lose a much loved pet bird) Rather, the real problem is the marriage being toxic. And the sexual canary makes the ulimate sacrifice to, in its' own avian way, give you a good heads up of where you are going. And the sexual canary, having made the sacrifice is not responsive to any entreaties or inducements to come back to life. Sure, you can check again that it is truly dead (like in the Monty Python Parrot Sketch) but don't waste too much time on that. The problem ain't the canary. Ignore the real problem at your peril. This is so true. I always thought the sex was the issue and that the connection is the issue. but the sex is just a sign of something messed up. Thank you baza
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Post by baza on Jul 23, 2018 20:19:05 GMT -5
You see this in here all the time.
The member tells a story of a dysfunctional marriage involving various matters pointing to basic incompatibilities and fundamental differences and great unhappiness....and then say the problem is the sex.
Take it to the bank, if you are in a marriage where there are basic incompatibilities and fundamental differences and great unhappiness, there is NOT going to be sex happening. Incompatible people do not root each other. The sexual canary cannot survive in the toxic atmosphere of basic incompatibilities and fundamental differences and great unhappiness.
But, oftentimes we think the fault lies with the canary, so we get another canary, expose it to the toxic environment, and are surprised when it carks it too. Sometimes we will sacrifice canary after canary hoping that one will survive. And all the time the level of noxious gases builds, to the point that the concentration of gases reaches 'fatal to humans' levels.
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Post by workingonit on Jul 23, 2018 20:34:27 GMT -5
This was hard to swallow for me, for many of us. It is just so true. Once you see it there seems to be a quicker slide to an exit.
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Post by baza on Jul 23, 2018 23:22:08 GMT -5
It sure is a bitter pill to swallow Sister workingonit . I kept stuffing canaries down the mineshaft like an assembly line back in the day. Same result, time after time. Finally, I gave up on mining and the wanton slaughter of canaries that involved. It was quite liberating I found.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2018 18:59:24 GMT -5
I will add another analogy.
Sex is the oil that helps keep the marriage engine running.
As long as the oil is there, along with basic maintenance, the engine should purr along.
If it runs low, the engine may require some additional maintenance along with replenishing the oil, and things can get back to normal.
But when the engine runs on little to no oil for too long, it gets irreparably damaged. And all the oil in the world can no longer fix it.
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Post by baza on Jul 24, 2018 20:46:24 GMT -5
I will add another analogy. Sex is the oil that helps keep the marriage engine running. As long as the oil is there, along with basic maintenance, the engine should purr along. If it runs low, the engine may require some additional maintenance along with replenishing the oil, and things can get back to normal. But when the engine runs on little to no oil for too long, it gets irreparably damaged. And all the oil in the world can no longer fix it. Yet some people - seeing the oil pressure gauge on the dash falling to dangerous lows - conclude that there is a problem with the oil pressure gauge.
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Post by ironhamster on Jul 24, 2018 21:19:21 GMT -5
It may be possible that the refusers assume that, because they do not need oil, the engine doesn't either.
Belief is a wonderful thing, but it does not change facts. The overwhelming evidence shows that without proper maintenance an engine becomes scrap metal in short order.
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Post by workingonit on Jul 24, 2018 21:22:18 GMT -5
Might we get wewbwb to venture away from the lighter side threads with this analogy???
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Post by wewbwb on Jul 25, 2018 6:33:10 GMT -5
I kept stuffing canaries down the mineshaft like an assembly line back in the day. Same result, time after time. You are a sick bastard.
Sick.
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Post by wewbwb on Jul 25, 2018 6:50:45 GMT -5
Might we get wewbwb to venture away from the lighter side threads with this analogy??? I look at it like this.
Sex is what makes a marriage a marriage.
I love my sister. We know each others secrets and support each other fully.
She will always have my protection and help in all she does.
We don't have sex.
We are not married.
What is the difference between my sister and the Frigidaire?
I'm supposed to have sex with the Frigidaire.
Although honestly I am at the point that I no longer want to.
As for a automotive analogy. (You can't have an analogy without anal)
I rebuild the engine on a customers 1970 Dodge Challenger.
(Stock Photo- his car was more orange.)
Yes it was a 426.
This thing was beautiful. We got it running and tuned. It was fun to drive.
We I called the customer to pick it up, he told me to drain to the oil and coolant completely and that he would send a tow truck to pick it up.
*He never intended to drive it.*
What's the point of having it?
To say it's "yours"?
Anyway.
Here's a picture of a Zamboni hydraulic pump I rebuilt.
I just like saying "Zamboni"
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Post by bballgirl on Jul 25, 2018 7:32:57 GMT -5
wewbwbThat’s a great point. I also agree with you that sex is part of marriage, it’s the one variable that distinguishes the relationship from every other relationship. I think a lot of refusers like the comfort of marriage, the stability, the appearances, the title of being someone’s husband or wife but so sad to have a beautiful vehicle and never drive it. Great analogy.
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Post by wewbwb on Jul 25, 2018 7:41:03 GMT -5
wewbwb That’s a great point. I also agree with you that sex is part of marriage, it’s the one variable that distinguishes the relationship from every other relationship. I think a lot of refusers like the comfort of marriage, the stability, the appearances, the title of being someone’s husband or wife but so sad to have a beautiful vehicle and never drive it. Great analogy. Thank you.
I am more than just dick jokes.
BTW- I LOVE driving....
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Post by workingonit on Jul 25, 2018 9:01:53 GMT -5
Might we get wewbwb to venture away from the lighter side threads with this analogy??? I look at it like this.
Sex is what makes a marriage a marriage.
I love my sister. We know each others secrets and support each other fully.
She will always have my protection and help in all she does.
We don't have sex.
We are not married.
What is the difference between my sister and the Frigidaire?
I'm supposed to have sex with the Frigidaire.
Although honestly I am at the point that I no longer want to.
As for a automotive analogy. (You can't have an analogy without anal)
I rebuild the engine on a customers 1970 Dodge Challenger.
(Stock Photo- his car was more orange.)
Yes it was a 426.
This thing was beautiful. We got it running and tuned. It was fun to drive.
We I called the customer to pick it up, he told me to drain to the oil and coolant completely and that he would send a tow truck to pick it up.
*He never intended to drive it.*
What's the point of having it?
To say it's "yours"?
Anyway.
Here's a picture of a Zamboni hydraulic pump I rebuilt.
I just like saying "Zamboni"
So well put. My MIL used to have a living room no one could go in and a chair no one could sit on. That is so far from my personality or world view. Drive the damn car. Nice zamBONEi See jokes always fit
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