organ . . .
The full article can be found at: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/uknews/crime/10390183/Girl-smuggled-into-Britain-to-have-her-organs-harvested.html
7 ⢠Sky Jockey
Trouble in the world, trouble at home. How can they expect a man to concentrate on his work with all this trouble? AWOLs wreaking havoc everywhere, clappers blowing things upâand then, of course, thereâs my daughter. I thought she was finally wising up, getting a good head on her shouldersâand now she does this? What is she thinking?
âEarth to Frank!â the foremanâs voice booms over the intercom, startling him. âAre you on this freaking planet?â
âYeah, Iâm here. Are we ready?â
âReady? Weâve been waiting here twiddling our thumbs. Start hoisting already!â
âStarting the hoist. Clear the area around the payload.â
âThe armâs clear. Iâll alert the media.â
Frank chucklesâbecause the foreman isnât making a joke; he is literally alerting the media. Theyâre gathered around Liberty Island, cameras aimed upward at the statue, which is ensconced in construction scaffolding. It may be a momentous occasion to them, but to a crane operator, itâs just another job.
What the hell is my daughter thinking? How could she date such an obvious loser? Sheâs barely fourteen; what business does a fourteen-year-old from Queens have dating a sixteen-year-old delinquent from the Bronx?
âHeâs got a good heart,â she tells me.
Fine. So rip it out and put it into another kid more deserving of her attention.
The cables go taut, and the new arm shifts on the barge, slowly, smoothly. This is not a job accomplished with cavalierspeed. Thatâs the best way to wind up with snapped cables, dead coworkers, and lawsuits. Lots of lawsuits. The arm begins to rise, as if being levitated by a magician. He mans the craneâs controls, feeling the cables attached to the massive unwieldy object as if theyâre his own sinews and the crane itself is just an extension of his body.
The boyfriend is not too old to be unwound. Not yet. That freaking tool wonât be seventeen for at least a few months. And then if they repeal the Cap-17 law, thereâs a whole year of potential unwinding tacked on to his miserable life. The problem is, the lowlifeâs parents wonât do it. Of course they wonât! Theyâre probably druggies or worse. No supervision, no boundaries. If you donât raise a kid right, it turns into a weed thatâs gotta be torn out. The whole damn thing is their fault!
âFrank! Jesus! Whatâs going on up there? Keep it steady!â
âIâm on it. Itâs the wind.â
âSo compensate! The last thing we need is the freaking arm lying crushed at the freaking base of the statue like a dead freaking whale!â
There are cameras mounted on the crane, on the ground, and on the statue itself to monitor the arm as it rises, but the monitors donât tell as clear a story as actually seeing the thing. Frank leans to the side, looking out of the huge glass windows of the sky crane, to see the arm twisting and torquing in the wind below. He adjusts the tension on the cables, like fiddling with a pair of venetian blinds, to get the torch and hand to take on a forty-five-degree angle. Now it rises with the torch slightly higher than the rest of the arm, and at this angle it catches the wind differently, rising more steadily. In a minute, it has risen past the height of the statueâs base. Now he pulls it in, the cable dolly bringing it closer to the statue.
Breed a bum to a bum, you get a bum. What goes for horse racing goes for humans as well. The loserâs parents are probably toostoned to even sign an unwind order. Sometimes these things canât be left to the parents. Especially when those parents shoulda been unwound themselves before they started to breed.
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