I remember the Old MG ,  the plastic ships, the hand build trains, my trades personal integrity, I liked the analogue ways 

Fixed things over the phone from technical skill.  These Men weren't binary or vague like you, fossicking around like a scared pilgrim

to catch people out for long phone calls chewing gum on petrol accounts, the concept of  a poets discipline, as you proclaim  need

and modern technology. The MG was a little untidy I guess, K29's and all, a little like Geoffo's replica 1937 Jaguar SS if you consider

authenticity, but it gave our business a great service, just ring up and if we can't fix it over the phone then I'll bring the Old MG

I always listened to people wane, but performance for you was handing out personal crisis, I struggled to  support them 

I watched the Old MG's tyres deflate when you abused it,  confined  as per instruction, satisfactory performance never achieved

Technically, it was a beauty and the Old MG's engine always fired enthusiastically. We achieved fifteen million with the Old MG

The service costs did go up though when the Old MG was thrashed by your personal abuse loosing a second of process each day

A business sped up to the point of simply  solutions, many problems created by Time and efficiency. Reliability always questioned.

I had that Old MG out on many a call,  it was slow and steady, but that was the pleasure of driving the old beast.

I drew up the plans for the Old MG's garage and kept it as away from your world of abuse,  you aimed for poetic acclaim

I enjoyed  the V8 super cars and the Old MG would take me there slowly in style and trouble free, but it always broke down, like so

many of the other people who you said had failed. I knew who had broken down  under the speed of an accelerated existence.

Control of nature over life's power must be your need for glory, tragedy. The service department loved Greeny, my little MG

Intelligent design was your throw away world.  Poetic opinions of what is good and what is bad, always selfishly proclaimed for

expectation, forcing your personal criticisms over someone else's abilities, yet never given the tools to meet your expectations.

I'm amazed the effort you took to degrade another who was deemed unsatisfactory, unproductive &  pathetic critical views  

forcing them on who ever would listen to you to generate support and always gutlessly behind the back.

I discovered that the Old MG sitting in its Garage sad one day, I mean it had the classic looks and the charm of yesteryear,

it's just that it couldn't compete against the opinions of your expectations of time,  that threw away anything that didn't seem to

perform as well or as fast as your com-sec account that you studied for many hours in great detail..

That Old MG was a technical prize. It saved me many a time from the annoying service calls you'd simply pass on and I could

maintain its spirit with my skills. No, you said it has to go, it drops oil, it is this and it is that, you couldn't see how well it

served our business and I knew that as fact. Just ring up and I'll come in with my trusted Old MG.

I report that the sulking female men you had chosen had less process in their lives, and I only heard  curses for everyone else who

couldn't measure up to serve their laziness they would justified. No Passion for the meaninglessness of life, certainly no compassion

for the MG's commitments which it had made to our business.

I'd always philosophised of increasing  spirits take them for a  ride with a smile, some lunch and focus on cheering

Brother, but then I had to go too. It is  strange to wake up after so many years of service in your own business and to be 

treated like a piece of garbage, left on my own again. I can really empathise now with how that old mate was treated.

Only I who drove that Old MG towards some sort of  performance and I wanted it to succeed, as I knew building personal asset

value was returned ten fold. I understood building asset value for the business. I do understand from my research of the missing

peace that this World cannot find because of the arseholes like you proclaiming a throw away society - the pompous one,

 hypocrisy of walking,  your best engineering was creative stories and using Children for statements of  Morality.....

I'm almost sick thinking of how anyone stayed supporting your binary reason for so long. 

I say this  story should be about: 

"The Whine & How we,  demise" - a dramatic novel  by A. F. Skutch-   " a novel of binary emotional abuse"

I've been reading:

"A course in miracles" - H. Schucman ' 

But Thank God I have  Patience and you didn't. I discovered that there is a great future for the Old MG  the victims of the Hourman

and  refusal to allow correct action flow in our fossil fuelled world of Mr. Piggies & false opinions, your  rhetorical speeches proceed

you.  There is no opinion that can take away my pride or passion for what the Old MG did for my business, and what it could do for you, but hen again can anyone?

Silly Men fill silly seats, fraud said of time and poets