Some 'people' are just birthed from a womb of pure, undiluted spite, from amniotic fluid forged of a hunger for fomenting self-hatred in others in the height of hypocrisy, and are shat thenceforth out into the world as special fucking snowflake SJW types to whom anybody white has to be a racist, whilst anyone ethnic can freely call white folk 'cracker' 'honkey' and other such epithets with it being no less than we whites deserve by way of punishing the son for the sins of not even father, but his father's father's father's great, great great grandfather who happened to live next door to a slaver.
And even battering whites for being white trash, etc. in their view, they can do no wrong, but should some white man just assaulted physically and verbally by a black, retort with either self defense, or call them a fucking nigger in response to racial abuse hurled at them first, and they are filth, and bigots to be crucified online in slanderous hate campaigns and worse.
Fuck SJWs and special snowflakes. Let them all be nailed by the dick-hat and through each testicle to a tree, covered in diesel fuel, with a long, long line of the same poured as a trail on the ground, given a blunt stanley knife, with a rusty blade, and with the far end of the gas set aflame, told 'castrate yourself by thine own worthless, slimy little hand, or burn alive slowly'
Too good for them by far, but still, potentially entertaining to watch 'em roast.
They are niggers through and through, regardless of their racial heritage. Any self-respecting racial group would disown them, and call them nig-the-fuck-ing-well-ger for being the trash they are. The whitest SJW snowflake cunt, is still a fucking nigger in dire need of a molotov cocktail or three.
SJW snowflakes, really do make my stomach turn, above and beyond most other groups, I have to admit, my hatred of the lot of them is as virulent as that I have for politicians. Professional liars, silver-tongued sneaking craven lickspittles who lack the balls to start the shit they preach themselves, but provoke and propagandize to incite other groups to do their dirty work for them. Whilst stabbing professed allies in the back.
Nothing worse than either, aside from the filth, IMO, corrupt, power-bloated bigoted, bullying sacks of fermenting dog waste that can serve no better than to be dried and used as fuel for the pyre needed to burn alive more of their disgusting breed.
My quick bitch(es)....
Worst of them, my distillation bend....broken, although I can still use the gas torch to reshape the glass of the broken end, as only one joint broke off, into an attachment that will convert a regular flask into an alembic, such as were used often by the alchemists of old, after I accidentally broke my own purpose-made alembic (one with a ground glass joint in the back too, that could accomodate the likes of an inert gas feed, or a vacuum port, too)
That died a noble and valiant death, for a piece of glassware, pieces of the shattered, blasted and partly melted borosilicate glass, when found in the back garden lawn, after plant life could once again grow in the area at ground zero, and the places where spray and jets of the boiling, refluxing white phosphorus that at the time I was distilling under argon and condensing under ice-cold water to collect at the bottom, condensed white phosphorus, prepared by packing the alembic with a charge of red phosphorus, purging with inert gas, then heating until the RP began to thermally rearrange, melting, and turning from the polymeric red phosphorus allotrope to the sharply, definitively stoichiometric P4 tetrahedra which give the waxy, pliant (so soft it can be cut with nothing more than a spoon, under water to protect it from air), ferociously pyrophoric and most virulently toxic allotropic form of phosphorus, that known as white phosphorus, that is so toxic, that it's lethal dose is not too far off cyanide, being around 40-60mg for a full grown adult male, in the case of white phosphorus toxicity, with lower levels, even very, very small quantities still capable of causing severe liver injury, neurological manifestations such as I experienced in my childhood years after a distillation of white phosphorus under inert gas from red P, in a microscale test tube level, having at that time, no commercial vendor to purchase phosphorus of either red or white allotropes from, and had been forced to laboriously extract every last milligram from a LOT of safety match striker pads, and clean it of glue and other chemicals and abrasives, before loading it into a test tube, purging with inert atmospheric conditions, and sealing it with a boro glass tube, before heating the charge with a blowtorch.
At one point, some spat, landed a speck on my forearm, resulting in parkinsonian-like shaking and palsy with any attempt to make voluntary movement, and such severe muscle weakness on that side that I could scarce lift my arm, or raise a hand, much less hold anything without it simply falling out of my limp, deadened hand.
All that, for quite some time, from a little stray speck of burning willy pete, that did the damage mentioned, not due to the excruciatingly painful physical burn, but from systemic absorption of the liposoluble WP and subsequent systemic toxicity.
Although the burn itself was no laughing matter either, and bloody painful, perhaps a piece of white phosphorus the size of around half a dried lentil and weighing at most, perhaps, I'd put it at the low tens of milligrams which actually touched my body, and less than that must have been absorpbed into my system rather than burning away as an incendiary to cause localized thermal effects; effects compounded by the fact that what one gets after white or red phosphorus are ignited, is phosphorus pentoxide, often referred to by the stoichiometry P2O5, but in reality, is a dimer, P4O10. and the anhydride of phosphoric acid, H3PO4. So one not only gets burned in the process of being poisoned, by the searing heat of a phosphorus flame but also, the burned, exposed flesh is left soaking in the dense cloud of the acid anhydride of phosphoric acid, turning into orthophosphoric acid, deriving the H2O to do so from the very blood, plasma and interstitial tissue fluids that make up a lot of the human body, and the P4O10/P2O5 then hydrates, with much heat generated as it does, to orthophosphoric acid, that continues to soak into the raw burn wound as concentrated acid.
All in all, rather mean stuff to tangle with given a millimeter of freedom on it's tight leash, it'll try and take a mile.
The alembic, however...it cracked a bit, which I saw, during the heating of a MUCH larger charge of phosphorus, not long ago, this year or last year, forget which, but a few hundred grams of red phosphorus, of excellent quality, sigma-aldrich product from a connection who is able to have someone order things from them somehow, and most of it at the time had begun or finished undergoing the allotropic change from red, stable, nontoxic, non-pyrophoric phosphorus, to white, molten liquid phosphorus, then to P2 in the gaseous, high temperature vapor phase, and finally condensed under ice cold water to P4, white phosphorus, the crack propagated, allowing pressurized P in the vapor phase to spray as a tight-packed dense jet about a centimeter long and half that wide, glowing in an eerie brilliant white, tinged with green, even in the daylight of midday in summer, before the crack raced round the alembic body from point to point, cracking open, before the resultant white phosphorus, already hot enough to be refluxing, and passing through a distillation setup, past it's boiling point, was exposed to air, and INSTANTLY took off in a massive fireball, spraying tongues of blazing pyrophoric phosphorescent incendiary in an octopus-shaped pattern down the back garden lawn, thankfully not on ME, as exposure of that magnitude would almost certainly have killed me outright due to the poisonous effects of white P, I'd seen the first signs of the crack then made myself scarce in a hurry, watching from round the corner of the back alley from front to rear of Chateaux De Lestat Rett, spazz extraordinaire and hellraisingly creative chemist, from behind the viewport of a gas mask with goggles overlaid and over that, a heavy blast-shield that protects from the head down to upper torso, and deflects any impact not so strong as to penetrate outright (such as a bullet, wouldn't be stopped, but splashes of noxious chemicals are deflected to give time to get the fuck out of the way, or remedy the issue as appropriate, before the whatever it was, manages to burn the person wearing it. Has saved my bacon more times than I could possibly count, that blast shield.
The alembic fought back as best it could, even shattered in bits, I was still finding big pieces of broken glass, covered in an orange layer on one side. This glowed in the dark with a green phosphorescence, gave a garlicky odour characteristic of phosphorus, and when scratched with a stick, bit of metal bar, or anything else pokey, whilst holding the glass in pliers, it continued to smoke even months later, the outermost thin surface interface between the
WP coating the broken alembic inner surface, and the air, had oxidized and formed a protective coating that stopped it oxidizing in minutes, and the layer of phosphorus covered with oxides, was too thin to automatically selfignite on contact with air. So a balance was struck and slow degradation rather than rapid, vicious bursting into searing greenish-white phosphorescent fire, but damn....surprised me, to see the layer on the glass survive so long, that it could still smoke several months hence!
Lost another piece of my lab glass, the long, double ended bend on a straight pipe, a flattened, elongated U-shape, with the straight section many times longer than the bent ends, which each terminated in a 24/40 size and taper ground glass male joint, so it could be plugged into a pair of flasks and serve as two still heads in one, with an air condenser with no jacket between the two.
I rather liked it, for it's straight angle, rather than the typically diagonally downward angle of most of my one-side still heads, which need a pair to be used, and a separate condensor connecting them to the flasks, one still head in each flask or adapter fitted to the flask, such as a claisen head etc..
Not very expensive, but I'd rather not have to spend too much money around xmas, on myself, since I'll have to pay the rent on the place, and get gifts for the family before I spend more than a little on myself for things other than food.
But, comewhatever may, it WILL need to be replaced, and this time, buying more than one single piece, so in case of a breakage, like as happened last night, to my shrieking howl of torrential profanity, frustration, anger and grief as I heard the fall, saw it shattering, knowing there was nothing I could do to get to it in time to save it, for it was already too late. And that the absolute best I can ever hope to achieve is to modify the broken end, and turn it into a detachable alembic arm for a flask, as a unique home-made piece of custom lab glass.
Still, it's saddening, it is when anything worth more than a test tube breaks (I've so many test tubes that if I need to I can use some as disposable items, in borosilicate glass, but bought in packs of IIRC either 50 or 100, and buying 4-5 packs at a time for just a few USD), especially when it's a piece I've only one of, and/or of high value, or even irreplaceable (thankfully that last hasn't happened to me as of yet, a very rare piece has been broken, in an illegal filth raid on a bogus warrant, but I happen to know of a chemist of the similar winged hymenopteran kinship of distant, yet ofttimes anomyously close to one another as a community, brothers in wings and stingers, and this particular Bee, his missis is a glass blower, the lucky little bastard
...having a partner in love as a lab partner who is able to do lampworking too, that would be THE SHIT, for me, ideally a Kanner's autie, too, of course to my own tastes in ladies, but autistic somewhere will do
that would be fantastic though, a mate who would share in my own spazz-dom born lifelong bent for chemistry, molecular biology, and in general, a polymath who could and would keep me on my toes, force me to stay sharp with the force of her intellect, that'd be dream come true.
But, as it happens, this Bee, he offered to help have the glass item in question repaired, as I've still both pieces, and the damage looks like a simple weld, plus a custom modification to another region would be fine, the glassware piece itself being a very narrow joint size single side-arm neck, a little larger than a standard thermometer, and more or less likely to be intended for exactly that, a thermometer or thermocouple probe port. This comes from the upper side of a 5ml pear-shaped flask, with a built-in integral Vigreaux column that both continues up (very end of it damaged, although at a blank bit of glass, rather than damage to the Vigreaux jacket, which would be more complex to rebuild, and a side-arm which holds a micro-sized liebig condenser with a short, squat, wide and fat shape, two bent angled arms to keep it compact, the entire condenser sidearm being no more than about 1.75 inch long, the break in it is just where the jacket for that condenser terminates, by about the length/width of a BB pellet, about 4mm or so, so just straight glass tubing needing joining, but in a delicate and very spatially constrained location.
Cost...new....quite expensive, I've not seen any microscale kit quite like it before in my time, it might even have been a custom piece for someone, picked it up on ebay from someone selling it as 'looks like some sort of laboratory glassware, no idea what it's for', about $5. inc shipping, maybe $6, but still next to fuck all, and worth quite a lot more than I paid for it, broken out of spite by corrupt filth, before that, even though I've never had the chance to use it in the lab, I've long found it to be a quite captivating piece, with a sort of elegance and beauty to it's spatially economic, gracile curves and proportions that just somehow manage to make it quite entrancing to look upon. I cannot wait to have it fixed. Especially since I could never hope to find a replacement at that sort of knockdown price from someone who knows jack shit about science and just found it as a one off random item in a load of household gubbins they were flogging off for a few quid, from keyrings to stuffed animal toys, all sorts of such shite, all for next to nowt, but in among the tide of flotsam and jetsam and general muck-ware lurked that single precious little gem in the rough, just waiting for the right eye to spot it and go for the 'buy it now' button like a half starved feral rottweiler for an soy sauce-basted toddler's throat, making damn sure that I got to it before anyone else had the same idea. I had to have it, from first sight, I fell for it, and knew I just had to possess it. Now, I need it restored to it's rightful glorious potential for delicate microscale analytical work, and with some adaptations of my own design built into it for custom uses, which the missus of said brother Bee would be able to accomplish, reborn, phoenix-like from the ashes of it's willful damage by the filth just to inflict hurt out of spite, into something better and more beautiful and useful both, and that being a unique custom engineered piece, would only appreciate in financial value if I ever were to sell it.
Not that I'd ever think of it, hell, it'd be like pulling teeth to get me to sell so much as a 100ml round bottom single-necked flask, or a 24/40 liebig condenser. Pulling one's own teeth. With a rusty spoon.
Via one's eyesockets. Entering first via the anal sphincter
So something like that, even if it DID gain a lot of monetary value as custom equipment, one of a kind, I'd not be selling it, because I am rather attached to my favourite pieces of glassware, for it to just...be gone, exchanged for mere currency, it is unthinkable, and as close to blasphemy and heresy as an atheist tech-head is ever liable to get.
Aside from industrial companies, and artisans who are lampworkers who make scientific glass as their trade, but who do not use it themselves, not being chemists, I just...I can barely even imagine what actually willingly, voluntarily parting with a truly delightful piece would be like. I just couldn't bring myself to do that for anything even remotely worth selling for mere currency, I just...its an alien idea to me, and loaded with sheer wrongness. Hell, and, No!
