The Gift of the Khan (The Factored Exponent)

A factored exponent, is a business production of commodity (good) employing not service, but labor (man hour upon dollar of currency, dollar being the only calculation potential, not possible, hence American culture, the farm, factory, internet, or foundry).

This is the same equation, mandatory, per stage of extraction, assembly, logistics, and sales, at every single point, even if more than one than the other, in a ‘starch’, the term for raw potato finnacus in Europe, actually a hydrant or hose in Roman plumbing, imperfect for direct model but perfect for taking down one of these businesses with the unions (through a little ‘buck’, a two shoes, in, ‘for your kid’s birthday party’, with ‘the clown’, promise the kid a pony, with a magazine liked Mad or Cracked or Crazy).

Let’s say we have an assembly plant, to fuse rubber tire, into a working amplet. Assuming this is your highest point of labor (which it’s not, it’s putting it on the car), we have three work stages to consider, 1 x 2 x 4, a factor of four. That’s three tasks, with a single assembly process of combination, a double assembly process, and a quadruple assembly process, your stages of logic. Crappy car, see? But anyways, for this failed test (and I’ll tell you why below, each failure), we need guys to work on this. The most guys working on this, is ‘four’, ‘the drill’, the management of stage 2, two assembled lines, putting the tire on the ‘mogoo’, the wrench particle, to fuse the joints together (that creepy stuff under the tire, called treads falsely, actually joints, for the wood fusion of rubber later, stage 1, placed last, it’s an option, you move anything around at any stage, labor intensive, but then the other stages break down – pricing is the goal here, sorry kid, design engineer, this is industry). So we have 1 ^ 4 x 2 ^ 4 x 4 ^ 4. That’s your dollar bill amount, for this stage assembly, ‘man hour’, the plant, to be put onto your tire, before sales, on the car. A separate calculation, if selling tires on its own, another ‘drill’ (separate plant, sneaky).

Now that we’ve established that this is price, and there can be different deviances of assembly (resource economics, not economics, a principal or factory labor ‘exec’, not executive, the guy who ‘pushes it down the plant’), let’s look at failures (the unions, joe hardhat, the plumbers, Nixon’s favorite dirty play, unless you don’t send the plumbers at himself to make himself look sabotaged, and send them at the other guy, Nixon’s friend ‘harding’ gives you free juice, he’s a sheriff).

So we have an extra stage. That’s fraud, you’re dumping to a monopoly network with conjoined accounts, a town budget. Why not? Because now, you have a perjure of will and accounts, seizing town business, from an inheritor, talking to ‘wild and crazy kids’. The mob is taking a similar line of scam at college, not the same majors, idiots. The same major, is organized crime, being a slave to the sheriff’s department (Nixon doesn’t like it, that’s ‘harding’, he just gave his enemy ‘the stogie’, now they sell cigars and sea shells).

How about an added stage at the end? That’s a debit’s earning, that means you return to yourself, on paycheque. Your salary, for management, is now wage, a cheat of payee, if paying wage. You just screwed yourself, into running your family franchise, but the customers own it. Now everyone mispronounces the name, because the employees are all on drugs, and they’re getting contact stones. Great for business, poor for police recruitment. Now the community is run by the sheriff’s department (sorry, Nixon, you’re the President, but I’ve never heard of you, you went to law school).

How about a prime number? Only integers here, we can’t have a disabled student of employee at our store, that’s impossible to calculate. As in, they won’t work at mathematics or dynamics, they can’t calculate the price of the items, with the other stages of your factored exponent, you sell for free. You’ve recruited morons, to be your accountants, they think a ‘sale’, is for fun, not for a police purpose, of busting the sheriff’s department (sorry, Nixon, now the shoplifters are embezzlers, those are police informant recruits, not the titles and wills and acquisitions frauds, you think that’s something on the news, so working class dad knows you’re cheating from using a one-liner, you did cocaine).

Did you change a labor stage separate inside your goods network? Screwed, now it’s free, the unions come in. Sorry, Nixon, you run the sheriff’s department, and now it’s a law firm, the postal workers go psychotically deranged, and anyone else who you gave power of attorney to.

Did you drop an exponent, somewhere on your factor, anywhere? Now there’s culminate fraud, a family gets into major marijuana sales, and figures out how to fake religious membership, despite being ‘guidos’, a criminal that manipulates anyone into false police print. The sheriff’s department, is now an overseas cause, and they’re arresting ATF, with ‘greasos’, the guy at work that thinks that he got arrested and sent to prison, for getting fired over writing a racial slur on a table, for the guy getting arrested, to help him, instead of a big black man, the prison guard, his new best friend.

Published by cheater120

Consider me an expert in information munitions. I practice Zazen meditation, Yakuza Trappist form (a Yakuza, games cheat, and Trappist, a counter-agent), as a Bonafuda, a mercantile salesmen of information through philosophy, literature, fiction, and academics, distributed as munitions technique deployed for the purpose apparent to you, unless of course you have violated the ethics of my piece, in which case you will be trapped inside a theft of the piece and an action within the boundaries of the violation you have committed in Benedictine culture, the Jewish affiliate within Catholic culture. Buyer beware, and these poems, are free.

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