Tuesday, August 31, 2010

So much for Summer

My fucking furnace kicked on two weeks ago in the middle of the night, in August.

Nasty smelling shit went through the joint for a couple of minutes, you know what I am talking about.
Hey, at least it still works.
It has been getting down into the fifties at night around here for a while now.
I just kicked it on for a few minutes to knock the chill off.
We had a weird assed Summer around here this year.
It rained like a cow pissing on a flat rock all the way to the end of June.
Then it got nice, then it got wicked hot for a bit and it rained all fucking day today, still is.
Fall is here just a bit early.
I felt it change all at once about this time of year the last two running.
This year it is a bit different but I heard a couple of other people mention it and I can certainly agree.
Fuck.
I haven't got shit done that I wanted to do yet it seems.
I spent the last week at my folks while they were on an Alaskan cruise, volunteering to help take care of my Grandmother who fell off the toilet the same day my folks left and broke her wrist. My Mom's friend was there to take care of her but when I heard about that, I had to go.
It was a good thing as it took two of us to take care of her, she can't see or hear hardly and couldn't walk three fucking feet. We were busy.

At this point, I would like to take a moment and seriously thank a few people who donated some hard earned cash to the cause.
I almost don't know what to say, other than thank you, from the bottom of my heart.

I am still in shock that someone would do that for me.
Blind sided actually.
I will be using that to pay the bill for the internet connection and then I will be ranting and raving again.
Are you sure that's what you wanted to do?
Thanks again, seriously.

Back to the weather, my garden didn't do shit this year and every one I talk to says the same thing.
It is going to cause me to completely rethink what I need to do over the winter.
I was hoping to have some kind of Indian Summer but at the rate it is going now, I ain't counting on it.
I have kind of been out of the loop when it comes to the news lately but I already know what is coming and it is going to be extremely fucking ugly.

Do what ya can and try and take care of each other, we are all we have.

Thanks fer stopping by.

Reverting To My Natural Cycle

God, I hate mornings.
I have been kicking my own ass for thirty fucking years because of a god damn job.
Since I have been out of one, I find myself awake at all hours of the night and not waking up until after noon.
I fucking love it.

I'll Get You, My Little Pretties

Fucking ants.
God Damn, they are pissing me off.
I bombed this joint after the old woman cat took the long hike , twice.
The mother fucking fleas went the way of the dinosaur but the fucking ants keep coming back.
No, this isn't some little, "Oh my, there is an ant", the fucking cocksuckers keep running up my arm in my bed.
Little tiny fuckers.
That is enough to make me go "nooklear".
Yes, I take my garbage out regularly, yes I do my fucking dishes too.
That is where they came from, the drain. I have been killing these little mother fuckers for six months now but they have managed to find a home somewhere that I haven't  found yet
Jesus fucking Christ, what does it take to kill these little fuckers?
Fuck! If a chemical fog bomb can kill a flea, what the fuck is it going to take to kill these little bastard ants?
Stay tuned because I am going to find out, one way or another, they just pissed me the fuck off.

Monday, August 30, 2010

A Necessary Evil

Ok, forgive me for my drama queen post the other day.
I have been thinking it over and have come to the conclusion that internet access is kind of necessary for me.
I still have to go argue with the people at Verizon for extending my contract for another year without telling me and weigh all of my options but I will find a way to stay connected.

I would like to publicly thank one certain reader for their more than generous Pay Pal donation of fifty bucks, you know who you are and I would never divulge anyones name or Email address.
Thank you, that was over the top and I deeply appreciate it.
If anyone else would like to kick in  a few shekels, the donate button is on the left.
Any and all would be forever appreciated. I ain't begging, it's just a suggestion.

I got a one day paycheck in the mail yesterday along with a refund of the extra insurance I had been buying and that will be enough to pay the ruthless fuckers for my internet access to make it current. I just got done phoning in my first unenjoyment claim in over twenty five years so that should be coming at the end of the week. I have enough to pay the rent today and still have enough to last until then.




It's going to get real tight around here, one weeks unemployment will pay the space rent here and leave me about twenty bucks.  Nasty Girl is a budget miracle worker and we will go over my finances this weekend while I am there and see what will work.

Until then, I guess I am a little harder to get rid of than I thought.

Thanks fer stopping by, and thanks for all the well wishes I got from so many of you.
It humbles me.

Busted

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Thanks Fer Stopping By.

Being unemployed, I can't afford seventy two fucking dollars a month for internet access. That buys a lot of beer and smokes, let alone ten pounds of taters and some eggs.
It's been a good run and I thank you all for supporting me and  my rants.
I am not completely shutting the place down, if I get a chance once in a while, I will vent my spleen again.
Take care of your selves and keep kicking the man in the nuts.
It took a long time and I had a lot of help.
164 thousand hits is pretty damn good for a drunk assed trailer trash kinda guy. I need to focus on reality now.

See ya on the next big job.

Busted.
Update;
Oh sure, the day I bail out, I get Friended on FaceBook by The Rude Pundit.
Jesus Fucking Christ, the irony is killing me.

Friday, August 27, 2010

Can You Say" DONE" Now?

I was pretty much speechless when I saw this but if you have been around more than a fucking week, you should know damn good and well that it wouldn't last long
I was struck by the verbiage that went with this absolute fucking violation of my fourth amendment rights when it came to me," I have seen this before somewhere".
Remember this?

..."You do not have any reasonable expectation of privacy in your own".. insert what the fuck ever they want to attack at this point.

Do you remember where you first saw that quote now?
It was when President Ronald Fucking Reagan was in charge and the Supreme court at the time decided you have a "reasonable expectation of privacy".

Still having problems putting two and two together?
Can you say Random Drug Testing?
That's right, 
Until recently, I was subject to random drug testing because I was in a job that was considered to be a public safety area, ie; the trucking industry.
OK, you don't wan't me to be stoned out of my gourd and doing a brake job on a fucking heavy truck. I get that.
But....
Read this and tell me how many fucking ways from Sunday my rights have been violated by the last two administrations.

Other privacy rights are contained in criminal statutes. For example,
  1. surreptitious interception of conversations in a house or hotel room is eavesdropping. See e.g., N.Y. Penal §§ 250.00, 250.05
  2. one has a right of privacy for contents of envelopes sent via first-class U.S. Mail. 18 USC § 1702; 39 USC § 3623
  3. one has a right of privacy for contents of telephone conversations, telegraph messages, or electronic data by wire. 18 USC § 2510 et seq.
  4. one has a right of privacy for contents of radio messages. 47 USC §605
  5. A federal statute denies federal funds to educational institutions that do not maintain confidentiality of student records, which enforces privacy rights of students in a backhanded way. 20 USC § 1232g. Commonly called the Buckley-Pell Amendment to the Family Educational Rights and Privacy Act. See also Krebs v. Rutgers, 797 F.Supp. 1246 (D.N.J. 1991); Tombrello v. USX Corp., 763 F.Supp. 541 (N.D.Ala.1991).
  6. Records of sales or rentals of video tapes are confidential. 18 USC §2710
  7. Content of e-mail in public systems are confidential. 18 USC § 2702(a).
  8. Bank records are confidential. 12 USC §3401 et seq.
  9. library records are confidential in some states.     e.g., N.Y. CPLR § 4509; Quad/Graphics, Inc. v. Southern Adirondack Library Sys., 664 N.Y.S.2d 225 (N.Y.Sup.Ct. 30 Sep 1997).
Here is my source for my dissent of what I consider to be a completely illegal information gathering system by the Federal fucking government.
So, on top of all the shit I consider to be infringements on my God given rights,these are absolutely forbidden by the Fourth amendment and yet these fucking cocksuckers are twisting the obvious and plainly written law of the land to fit their fucked up Corporate masters designs to cram the citizens of this country into a fucking 72 Pinto on a parking lot of a Day laborers 7-11 store front so we can all beg for a fucking job, at minimum wage.

Fuck you, fuck them and fuck that.

Our rights have taken a beating lately that would land you in a fucking ambulance and a trip to a death panel emergency room because you have no motherfucking insurance and it is no drive by, they are doing it intentionally and incrementally.
Hey, guess what?
Fuck you!
If a fucking cop decides he needs to plant a GPS unit on my truck in the middle of the night and says I have a "reasonable expectation of privacy"?

Guess what?
So do you motherfucker.
Pray I don't find it.
It's bad enough I have to actually tell you out loud that I have the right to remain silent.
Get the fuck off my lawn asshole.
Something about probable cause and warrants sworn to by the accuser I have the right to see face to face.

Damn, this country has gone FUBAR in the last couple of years in a fucking hurry.

So, I have to put up a no trespassing sign that you will fucking ignore anyways because I don't have an electronic gate with a fucking remote and don't have six foot high walls around the place I fall down at night and call home?

Keep it coming you ignorant cock suckers.
The laws you keep perverting are already being ignored by every one except the jack booted thugs you are trying to empower.
The rest of us are busy trying to make a living so we can eat.
You are going to fuck around and find yourselves on the wrong end of an angry mob one of these days and that fancy fucking gate out front is going to be the first thing you see on your front porch, followed by a big assed truck full of very angry fellow citizens.
I would imagine they might be quite uncompromising, unlike you.

Thursday, August 26, 2010

It Never Stops

Sitting here in a near coma, just relaxing for a bit and the fucking door bell rings.
Huh? Wha'?
Get up, everyone else is taking a nap too, go to the door just in time to see some guy go around the corner so I chased him down to see what the fuck he wanted.
Out comes the pamphlet for some fucktard republican running to replace that notorious Blue Dog cocksucker Brian Baird, who is getting out while the getting is good.
The guy goes into his schpiel, I take one look at who it is and say thanks, g'bye.
Fuck me, it's that season again.

I need to find an old mauser and set it right next to the door.
Takes care of Latter Day Saints, Girl Scouts, Magazine salesmen and political whores equally.
Just grab the barrel and lean it towards ya enough for them to get a glance of.
Works every fucking time.
Get off my fucking lawn.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Meh, FaceBook Sucks

Goddamn, I had forgotten what an asshole bunch of shit heads Facebook is.
I had an account for a couple of years but it got to be a giant pain in the ass and I tried to delete my account but at that time, the insidious motherfuckers wouldn't just let ya do that.
All you could do was suspend your account unless you wanted to take two fucking weeks and go in and hand delete every mother fucking thing, one line at a time.
There was finally enough uproar over that horseshit that they finally relented and let ya go in and just delete the fucking thing, so I did.

Been happy ever since, until recently.

I keep getting hammered by emails of people inviting me to the sonofabitch and family hammering on me to go see their fucking pictures and yadda fucking yadda.
"Why aren't you on FaceBook"?

Fuck me, I heard it again today.

Shit, I still have a My Space account I haven't even looked at for over a year.

I heard that those pricks at FaceBook quit being so assholeish about the names that you can use and decided to put it to the test, just fer shits and grins.
Bustednuckles is a No no, so was Ornery bastard.
No fucking sense of humor, these guys.
So, I trick fucked 'em.
If you want to "friend" me, (gag), on FaceBook, my honies, here it is.

Ornery Basterd.

Look it up, I can already tell this is going to be a fucking mistake but I can just ignore the fucking thing, except for the countless fucking email announcements I will be getting.

Fortunately, I am very familiar with the delete button.

Thanks fer stopping by.

Update;

I fucking knew it, it has already started.
My asshole uncle has been posting baby pictures.

Ya know Unk?
You are the last one of my immediate realtives on that side of the family.

Remember that.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Reality, In Your Face Reality

Go take a piss, grab a beer and a sandwich, set yer asses down and go read the whole fucking thing.
In your face,  Peoples English,plain english, open eyed and telling it how it is, this guy even quotes Kunstler.
This is exactly what has happened to us, how they fucking did it and how they are going to keep doing it to us until we cut the head off the snake.
Read it and weep, it is brilliant and layman friendly.

Joe Bageant knocks it out of the park with this one, here is a teaser;

Paying the workers in society to produce real wealth costs money. Capitalists hate any sort of cost. It represents money that has somehow escaped their coffers. So when any behemoth corporation hands out thousands of pink slips on a Friday, Wall Street cheers and "the market" goes up. No ordinary mortal has ever seen "the market." But traders on the floor of 11 Wall Street, people who've deemed themselves more than mortal by virtue of their $110 Vanitas silk undershorts, assure us the market does exist. No tours of the New York Stock exchange are permitted, so we have to take their word for it.



In any case, in the money economy, eliminating costs, even if those costs happen to be feeding human beings, citizens of the empire, is sublime. That is why economists in the tertiary economy can declare a "jobless recovery" with a straight face. By their lights, the perfect recovery would necessarily be 100% jobless. Human costs of generating profit would be entirely eliminated.
Seriously, go read the whole thing, it is long but it will have you looking for a fucking pitchfork and a bucket of tar.

H/T Coyote Prime @ Running Cause I Can't Fly.
A daily read for me.

Some Good News

I went to that job interview this morning.
Apparently the phone I got from my mom is still on Daylight savings Time.
It has an alarm feature that I set to go off at eight this morning after I went to bed a little early last night.
It did indeed, go off.
I staggered up off the couch and heated up some coffee, had a smoke and checked the old Email.
As I am waking up, I see it is ten after seven.

I jumped up and got cleaned up and changed, jumped in the bar brawler and hauled ass across the river, just narrowly missing Rush hour.
Got there a few minutes before eight and had to drive all the way around this big assed steel mill but I finally found the front office.
Parked the hoopty, got out, walked up, only to see a sign that personnel is four buildings down. There was a young kid looking for it too but I was a half a foot taller and could actually see the sign.
We both went in, grabbed an application and realized neither one of us had a pen so I stuck my head in the nearest office and got two, I ain't bashful.
He was done way before I was and I told him to stick his head in another office to see where to turn them in at.
Down the hall. Pretty soon this dapper looking older fellow comes out, looks at me, I am still writing, and grabs the kid.
I get done and about a minute later the kid goes away and this feller shakes my hand and we back to his office. He asked me my name and I gave him my first name. he asked me what my last name was and I told him and all of a sudden his demeanor changes, Ahh, so and so Smith told me about you. ( my Dad's neighbor)
apparently they have been expecting me. He asks me some questions, looks  at my Application, asks me some more questions and then hands me this math test to go take.
Math test?
'Scuse me?
So I go sit down and it is a bunch of measurement questions, like fractions on a tape measure, some square foot questions, the difference between a radius and a circumference of a circle, shit I forgot twenty years ago.
I did well, I only missed one, I think that might have been a clincher.
He told me he was really busy with some other things this morning but he would be calling me to meet the head of maintenance to see where they wanted to put me.

I took that as a good sign.

I left there, drove twenty five miles back to the Weasel den to feed the cat and grab the cell phone charger and then came back to the folks to take care of other business.
I called the union to get on the out of work list so I don't have to fuck with "Job search" for Unenjoyment.
It's the Painters union.
I told the lady it wouldn't do me any good because I am a mechanic, not a painter, I just need to be on it for unenjoyment. She kind of laughed, agreed and told me it wouldn't matter. There are already a hundred and two guys on the list in front of me.

Done with that, I tried to file my unenjoyment on line, four times.
I kept getting confused and finally called them so they could call me back. twenty minutes later, some nice lady called me, asked some questions about where I was getting confused and said, "No wonder!"

She walked me through it, I don't have to claim my severance check, that saves me a bundle, filed it for me and told me it was a good thing I had called because even she got confused a couple of times.
I had to call the office lady where I used to work to get a money amount for the last day I worked to tell the unenjoyment lady and found out I have a small check coming.
Even better.
So, it's a long post but it is good news, I could use some.

Thanks fer stopping by.

Saturday, August 21, 2010

More Fun

The folks took off for a cruise to Alaska this morning.
Right before they got to the dock they got a phone call, Gram had had a dizzy spell while trying to use the toilet.
She got hauled off to Emergency and sure as shit, had broken her wrist.
My brother and sister in law did an outstanding job of taking care of that aspect.
My Mom has an old friend here taking care of Gram but she is in here sixties so I decided to come over and help her out.
Good thing.
Gram takes so many pills every day it is ridiculouss, add some fucking Vicodin to that and she is basically unconscience..
Try to get that little old lady out of her chair and into bed.
It took me twice just to get her out of the fucking chair. Then we did the awkward Grace and Kelly backwards into the room next door and it took both of us to get her into bed.
There is no fucking way this other lady is doing that by her self so I am going to tell the world to kiss my ass and do whatever it takes to make sure she is taken care of.

Thanks fer stopping by, I might be swiping some of that Vicodin here shortly.

Friday, August 20, 2010

I Am Sofa King Done

I just spent the last three days getting my shit out of the shop, after I was "laid off".
My lower back is fried, the sciatic nerve in my right leg is lit up like a neon sign.
 I ate a corn dog on Wednesday for breakfast, had three bites out of a tuna sandwich and went and fell down.
I had a half of a home made egg and  english muffin Thursday for breakfast and a Taco Supreme for dinner , drank myself into a coma and woke up at six thirty this morning.
Had another corn dog and a coke, worked my home sick ass off all day, got stuck in some serious fucked up traffic, forty minutes to go a mile and a half, got back to the shop twenty minutes after they closed, shook the hand of the guy who got my job and went to my parents.Caught a buzz, got a cell phone and got home a half hour ago.
I made a cajun rub pork cutlet for dinner and now I am going to pass the fuck out.
I have a lot of shit on my plate right now and paying seventy bucks a month to Blog might be going the fuck away soon.
Either way, thanks fer stopping by.

Right now, I am so fucking exhausted the only thing saving my ass from being incoherent is Spellcheck.

The Other, Other, White Meat

This reminds me of a story my Dad told me many moons ago when he was running a crane on a job and heard a few big bangs behind him where the engine was, A giant fucking wharf rat got inside and got dissected by the cooling fan. He told me the fucking thing was two feet long before the tail. That is a GIANT fucking rat.
Maybe it is a baby Cappyberra with a tail.
On second thought, looking at the picture, that is one huge fucking rat and if four of 'em ran off, go get a bigger fucking shotgun, those bastards will eat a fucking cat in a heart beat.
Bonus info, this fucking kills me,

Yorkshire Rat Club president Colin Arundel said rodents, like humans, could simply be getting bigger as food becomes more and more available.

They has a Rat Club?!!

They can get bigger than my parents fucking Shitzu?

Start shooting the bastards and ship them to China, charge 'em a little extra because it is a delicacy .
Make sure they ask for the house mustard too.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Nasty Girls Box

Jewelry box, you perverts!



I finally got done with the damned thing and then I had to do something with it. I make stuff all the time for no apparent reason other than I just like makin' stuff. Usually just give it away to friends and family.

Tried sellin' stuff on-line but nobody know or cares about the difference between 5/4 western red cedar and 1/2 inch cheap Chinese pine. I'm one guy in his spare time, not a hundred million slave-laborers cranking it out ad-nauseum for twelve cents a day. On E-Bay the pictures all look the same and only the price matters. Tried a craft show or two but got tired of assholes telling wives and girlfriends "I could do that". Yawn. Then go do it and get the fuck away from me. I can't compete on the other end either, since there are a whole hell of a lot of guys out there who are better than me. There are guys out there who are doing ART and I'm just a guy who likes making shit, okay? Nothing to see here, move along.

What the hell am I gonna do with a jewelry box? I ain't got a girlfriend at the moment so might as well give it to Nasty Girl, since I finally got to meet her and all. OB can tell ya the story about how we pissed off the bartender two days in a row. Oh, yeah...this far from getting cut off and eighty-sixed, thank you very much. On the second day she actually left the building when she said she wouldn't "let me" play Irish music anymore (after day one) and I walked straight to the jukebox and played "Did It All For You" by The Tossers. Oh, she was fucking bent about that! Whatever...appropo, since the band name "Tossers" comes from an old derogatory nickname for the Irish. If I'm going then I'm going in style, baby. And I'm leaving good music in my wake. Even though I'm not Irish. We didn't actually get thrown out but there's always next time. I wouldn't bet against us if I were you.



It ain't perfect but it came out okay. Better than these pictures. The box joints are nice and tight. Hey, hey, hey...stop that! Jewelry box, remember? J-e-w-e-l-r-y box. Getcher minds outta the gutter. You don't wanna go there anyway. NG and OB will prob'ly roll over so hard they crush yer heads against the curb and keep on rollin'. I think Ted Nugent got the name of his recent tour from them two when he seen 'em running for the bedroom: "Trample The Weak And Hurdle The Dead".

So anyway, it came out alright. A few minor imperfections here and there but only the kind that I notice. Little nicks and missed sanding marks and crap like that. Shining beacons of failure to me but invisible to everybody else. Since there ain't no such thing as perfect I've learned to live with it.



Meh...not too awful bad for a 70 dollar walnut board that I had no fucking idea what I was gonna do with when I bought it. Some poplar and 1/4 inch plywood and hardware I had layin' around. No plan is that part that I like. No drawings or sketches...just a couple o' boards, a tape measure, a pencil, a table saw and a router. Completely on the fly making' it up as I went along. That tells me I'm gettin' better and that fucking rocks. Ah, but as soon as you think you're good at something then that's the best you'll ever be. There's a lot more sawdust and very expensive kindling in my future 'cause I ain't nowhere near as good I wanna be. Maybe someday.

Added bonus: from now on every time me and the Ornery Bastard clink glasses I get to go, "Uh...huh, huh...your girlfriend liked my wood".



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Welcome To My World

Sorrry, no blogging lately.
I have been rather busy.

I think yesterday was Wednesday, don't quote me on that.
I went down to the place of my former employer after I woke up in a semi coma and started in.

They were nice enough to let me borrow a one ton flat bed with a lift gate to haul my tool boxes out with.
It took four guy's to load them on the truck using a fork lift, all fine and dandy
.
I took them to my Dad's place and me and my seventy three year old father got to unload them.

 I swear, I thought we were both going to have a fucking heart attack.
You should all have the fun of trying to wrestle a fucking five and a foot high and six foot long tool box on wheels three fucking feet off the ground back and forth to get the fucker sideways on a goddamn lift gate that is just about the same dimension.
Then have to take it off sideways.

For you that are not familiar with these things, that one tool box weighs two fucking thousand mother fucking pounds.
I weigh a hundred and forty two now.
Thank you Nasty Girl, I have dropped twenty five pounds in the last six months.
Dad is a bit bigger but not that much, I thought were both gonna fucking die if that bastard tipped over.
That was just one.
We had to do that two more times.
I was shaking like a dog shitting peach pits.

Right the fuck after we got done, his neighbor came over and offered me a job at a foundry doing maintenance.
Nice guy, I am still debating it because I threw my back clear the fuck out wrestling the tool boxes, I have been unemployed since Monday and my right leg went to sleep three times tonight while watching a stupid assed movie.

I am seriously leaning towards having the Beast pay me to sit on my ass for a bit and then retrain me to do something else.
Basically, my body is wore the fuck out.
I had my lower back fused when I was twenty five, wrecked twenty nine cars in ten years, I can't even remember the motorcycle wrecks, heh, maybe twenty, bullshit, way more than that, I used to be a crazy motherfucker,.I just flat lost count of all the wrecks I have been in, they could make a movie about it and no one would believe it.
I am lucky to be alive but my body just can't take the stresses of wrenching any more.
Three weeks ago, I was using a four foot long pipe wrench with a six foot pipe on the end of it and jumping off the bumper of a Kenworth truck trying to tighten a fitting on a valve on the ass end of the tank on the truck.
I am fifty fucking years old now, that shit ain't conducive to having a nice nights sleep. Can you say pain?
I sure the fuck can.
So, I am leaning towards getting the fuck out of the wrenching business.
Did I mention the carpal tunnel in both hands?
Any way, I still have to go pack off a bunch of shit from my former employer, I am seriously considering either throwing a bunch of shit away or just leaving it there for them to deal with.
Right now, I am going to fall the fuck down and call it a day. at two in the morning.

Thanks fer stopping by.

Monday, August 16, 2010

Now It's My Turn

Ayep, five minutes before quitting time on my first day back from two weeks vacation and my boss comes in my office and without further ado, announces I am "laid off".

That's the nice way of saying you're fired, because now I can at least collect unemployment.
Good Lord, I haven't collected unemployment since the mid eighties.
I won't know where to start.

He acted like he really didn't want to let me go, I had been there ten fucking years and me and him have gone round and round hundreds of times.
The owner is in town from Texas, apparently he ain't happy about something(s).
Water under the fucking bridge now.
I can't say I am one bit surprised, I had three people tell me to watch my back shortly before I went on vacation.
Again, water under the bridge.
Anyways, he was decent enough to give me two weeks of severance pay, that should keep me afloat until the unenjoyment kicks in.
Gave me the title to the truck I was paying for that I wrecked last winter and told me not to worry about my tool boxes and shit.I can store everything indefinitely, which means as soon as I can find a place to put four fucking roll aways, engine hoist, engine stands, storage cabinets full of shit and more goddamn little drawers full of miscellaneous nuts, bolts, screws, car parts and god only knows what else, I'm gonna..
I have a LOT of fucking tools and no where to put them in a fucking Weasel Den  in a fucking trailer park.
I also have a ton of other shit that they are going to miss later.
WTF, shit happens.
I'll put some at my folks and maybe some at my Uncles, who the fuck knows, I just may find another job.
As far as I recall, the initial unenjoyment claim is good for 26 weeks, that is six months.
. I may just lay around for a bit and finish a bunch of shit I have been putting off, who knows?
I have only been unemployed a little over an hour, I have some time to regroup before I jump.
I also have to do that grieving thing, I am friends with a lot of people there.

We shall see. As Mayberry says, stay tuned.
Right now, I am going to go get drunk.

Thanks fer stopping by.

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Go Read This

Finally, the truth,from an insider.

Yer fucking right I'm going to say I told you so.

How the GOP killed our economy,

"Yes, the road to the coming apocalypse began with a Republican president listening to a misguided Nobel economist's advice"
snip

Finally, thanks to Republican policies that let us "live beyond our means for decades by borrowing heavily from abroad, we have steadily sent jobs and production offshore," while at home "high-value jobs in goods production ... trade, transportation, information technology and the professions shrunk by 12% to 68 million from 77 million."
As the apocalypse draws near, Stockman sees a class-rebellion, a new revolution, a war against greed and the wealthy. Soon. The trigger will be the growing gap between economic classes: No wonder "that during the last bubble (from 2002 to 2006) the top 1% of Americans -- paid mainly from the Wall Street casino -- received two-thirds of the gain in national income, while the bottom 90% -- mainly dependent on Main Street's shrinking economy -- got only 12%. This growing wealth gap is not the market's fault. It's the decaying fruit of bad economic policy."
Get it? The decaying fruit of the GOP's bad economic policies is destroying our economy.

Warning: this black swan won't be pretty, will shock, soon

His bottom line: "The day of national reckoning has arrived. We will not have a conventional business recovery now, but rather a long hangover of debt liquidation and downsizing ... it's a pity that the modern Republican party offers the American people an irrelevant platform of recycled Keynesianism when the old approach -- balanced budgets, sound money and financial discipline -- is needed more than ever."
Wrong: There are far bigger things to "pity."
First, that most Americans, 300 million, are helpless, will do nothing, sit in the bleachers passively watching this deadly partisan game like it's just another TV reality show.

You got that right Jack.

Go read the whole thing.
The fucking Democrats are just as guilty in the long run but the fucking GOP started this mess.
The guy is right about another thing, the jig is up.



300 million Americans, armed to the teeth and looking to kick someones ass, ain't going to be pretty.
We can be a nasty bunch.

Some Stupid Fuckers Need Their Asses Kicked

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

WELLINGTON, New Zealand – A crate of Scotch whisky that was trapped in Antarctic ice for a century was finally opened Friday — but the heritage dram won't be tasted by whiskey lovers because it's being preserved for its historical significance.


Let's get something straight right the fuck now.
The only reason God invented whiskey in the first place was to prevent the Irish from ruling the fucking world.

Nice strategy Big Guy, it seems to be working.
Now then, the only reason anyone makes whiskey is so YOU CAN FUCKING DRINK IT!!

But no.
Some ignorant fucking asshole decides that after they found a WHOLE CASE of hundred year old whiskey under a fucking porch in a place less than a thousand people go to, for a damn good reason, that it should be "tested" with a fucking needle through the cork, did I mention this is One Hundred Year Old Scotch?

Bring me that mans head.

Go read the whole article, I have been following this story like a welfare queen after a check.

Gimme.
What actually infuriates me, is that some tight assed mother fucker thinks that it is OK to put the shit BACK UNDER A PORCH IN ANTARCTICA!!
You fucking idiot sonofabitches!
Oh, it's for historical reasons.
That makes it all better.

Jesus Fucking Christ.

 I couldn't beat you senseless, apparently someone has already done that.


 Seriously, you are going to put a whole case of hunnerd year old whiskey back under a mother fucking porch in Antarctica and not give one fucking Big Wig who funded the research one single taste?
You need a severe beating.


Two things I did notice, that case of hundred year old Scotch only had eleven bottles in it, as they reported.
Not a full case where I come from. That would be twelve.

The other. the original recipe has been lost so they are going to try and replicate it.
I ain't going to live another hundred and fifty fucking years.

Open one of those sonsabitches right the fuck now, let someone enjoy a beautiful bottle of ancient Scotch, keep two for your scientific purposes, put some iced fucking tea in the rest of the bottles and THEN, put those back under the porch of a fucking shack out in the middle of nowhere in Antarctica.

Say Hi to the fucking penguins while yer there.

Idiots.

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Still On Vacation

I have been getting flat tore up the past few days, enjoying just laying around, going out to breakfast with
Nasty Girl and getting hammered.
Right this minute, my head is throbbing like a sick chickens ass.
I have to be back to work Monday, wouldn't ya know that we are going to have a fucking heat wave.
105 on Tuesday, yay, I can't wait.

Right.

Just lettin' ya know I am still kicking, I am just taking a break from Blogging too.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Make Sure They're Asleep First



See?

Reverse Road Trip

Heading back to the weasel den here shortly.
This is going to be fun.
The place was a freakin' wreck when I left and now I have a weeks worth of laundry and a ton of camping shit that smells like camp fire smoke.
Tent, sleeping bag, all of my cook ware to clean and put away.
Hey, If I leave today, I still have a couple of days to do all that.
The GF is coming too.
BWAAAAAAHHHAAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAAA.

Gotta love it.

Guess there ain't gonna be no hurry.
Like I could give a fuck anyway, I'll get to it eventually, it's all in plastic bags or boxes anyway.
That gives me most of Friday and then I need to get my circadian rythm back in sinc to go back to the Salt Mines on Monday.
In the mean time,

Thanks fer stopping by, seriously, I do appreciate it.

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

This Is A Travesty

The oldest seed bank in the world could soon be torn apart and seeds that are genetically different than 90% of the rest of the worlds supply destroyed, to build cheap housing.

Some body needs a severe beating for being so short sighted.

Pavlovsk seed bank faces destruction'

Priceless collection' in Russia was never registered so is therefore worthless and does not officially exist, say developers

Twelve Russian scientists famously chose to starve to death rather than eat the unique collection of seeds and plants they were protecting for humanity during the 900-day siege of Leningrad in the second world war. But the world's first global seed bank now faces destruction once more, to make way for a private housing estate.


The fate of the Pavlovsk agricultural station outside St Petersburg will be decided in the courts this week. If, as expected, the case goes against it then the collection of plants built up over 85 years could be destroyed within months.
snip

More than 90% of the plants are found in no other research collection or seed bank. Its seeds and berries are thought to possess traits that could be crucial to maintaining productive fruit harvests in many parts of the world as climate change and a rising tide of disease, pests and drought weaken the varieties farmers now grow. As it is predominantly a field collection, Pavlovsk cannot be moved. Experts estimate that even if another site were available nearby, it would take many years to relocate the plants.
snip

The station was established in 1926 by Nikolai Vavilov, the man credited with creating the idea of seed banks as repositories of plant diversity that could be used to breed new varieties in response to threats to food production. During the siege of Leningrad, 12 scientists chose to starve while protecting the diversity amassed by Vavilov, even though the seeds of rice, peas, corn and wheat that they were protecting could have sustained them. Vavilov died of malnutrition in prison in 1943, having criticised the anti-genetic concepts of Trofim Lysenko. But Russia has since elevated him to hero status.


More at the link.

How someone could let this happen to build cheap housing is beyond my comprehension.
Especially the oldest one on the planet that has such diversity.
Greedy fucking bastards, that's how.
Unbelievable.

Some people would dare call this progress, I would call it suicide.

Senator Ted Stevens Is Dead

It has been confirmed that he was aboard a small plane that crashed in Alaska late monday night along with eight other people, including former NASA administrator Sean O'Keefe.

Five people were intially thought to have died in the crash and rescuers have been battling inclement weather to get to the site.

by Channel 2 News staff


Monday, August 9, 2010



ANCHORAGE, Alaska -- Dave Dittman, a former aide and longtime family friend of former Sen. Ted Stevens, says Stevens was killed in a plane crash near Dillingham Monday night. Dittman says he received a call overnight Monday that said the former senator was dead. Nine people were on board, including former NASA Chief Sean O'Keefe. Five people were killed in the crash, but other identities were not known, nor are the conditions of the survivors.

Monday, August 09, 2010

Have Some Fucking Old School Rock and Roll

Old school and still good.



Just 'cause I kinda like ya, here's another one.

Sunday, August 08, 2010

Submitted Without Comment



I gotta give credit to the cute little sister of Nasty Girl, who I spent several years trying to stick or something that rhymes with that.




Now kiss my fucking ass.

Hand Me That Fire Extingusher

I am sitting here, half fucking drunk already, at ten in the morning, laughing my ass off.
Shit, I'm gone three fucking days, I come back and the place is on fire!
Jesus, there are some people with no fucking sense of humor at all.

First off, Kagan cannot be any worse than those corporate fucking whores Alito, Brown and that especially odious bastard Scalia.
Those three alone have done more to set this country back than Rush Fucking Limbaugh and Glenn Crybaby Beck combined.
Secondly, as someone pointed out, the fact that those rat bastards on the far right didn't filibuster her nomination speaks volumes to me.

That is pretty much all I have to say about that, time will tell and we are pretty much stuck with her now.

Personally, I would have loved to have seen a screaming left winger progressive put in there just to fuck with that asshole Scalia.

On to the next item.
Flame wars.
While it humbles me no end to realize I actually have regular readers, could ya at least not flame each other when you disagree on something?
Yeah, I asked my buddy Sponge Bob Crack Whore to post his thoughts here because I didn't want this joint to turn into an echo chamber. We are politically at odds but have agreed to disagree, we are damn good friends and deal with it. More often than not, we tend to agree on the big issues to some degree.

Seriously kids, quit playing with matches.

Two more things before I go play with Nasty Girl again.

There is going to be a long, invective filled post coming later about my recent camping trip coming, some people are fucking assholes and deserve a severe beating.
Secondly...
I forgot what I was gonna say because that sexy assed right winger just walked by shaking her ass again.

I'll be back.
Thanks fer stopping by.

Thursday, August 05, 2010

Well and truly fucked


Elena Kagan on the Supreme Court. Fuck. You gotta be kidding me.

This...thing...since I'm too polite to use the C-word...will go down as one of the most liberal, socialist, activist "judges" ever to sit on the high court. She will legislate her ultra-left-wing agenda into law and we'll be stuck living with it.

Even as she takes an oath to uphold the Constitution, I guarantee you she's planning on raping it even further. If we're going to have people like her on the bench then why even pretend anymore? If the Constitution wasn't dead before it sure as shit will be now. Good job, Mr. Cheney...wipe your ass with it and then hand it to the next administration so they can do the same only worse.

How ironic is it that as former communist countries move closer to capitalism we're moving closer to communism? My boss immigrated here from Eastern Europe over a decade ago. He grew up under communism and I think he's even more pissed off than I am about the way things are going. I don't want to have to live with this bullshit...he doesn't want to have to live with it...AGAIN.

Last person they force onto welfare, please turn out the lights.

spongebobcrackwhore

Gone Fishing

I am finally done fucking around  and going to be packing up and heading out for a few days, this place is a wreck and I don't fucking care.
 It dawned on me while I was rooting around that I have accumulated enough camping gear in the last few years that I have squirreled away here and there that I have enough shit stashed away to keep a family of four in the field for weeks. Not a bad thing in the long run but holy crap what a mess right now.
I figure I am going to be gone three days and I have already dragged out enough shit for a polar expedition.What the hell, if it all goes down the tubes tomorrow, it will be a long camping trip anyways. Better to have it than not.
I am a pack rat of the highest order I see.
Anyways don't expect anything from me for several days, I am outta here.
 I can already envision my poor little truck is going to be squatting like a drunken frat girl on a  side walk on Friday night after the bars are closed.
I haven't even got the beer and the ice yet.
 Might have to find a trailer just for that...

See ya's.

Wednesday, August 04, 2010

Just A Follow Up To The Last Post

These are the current headlines from cough cough, Huffington Post, which is a "news" aggregate.

WASHINGTON — The government is expected to announce on Wednesday that three-quarters of the oil from the Deepwater Horizon leak has already evaporated, dispersed, been captured or otherwise eliminated — and that much of the rest is so diluted that it does not seem to pose much additional risk of harm.

Right, the biggest man made disater in history has, dissapeared?
Just ask the folks in a little place called Valdeze, Alaska how that shit works.

They are lying to you, again.

Key word, dispersed. That would be that magic elixer that causes cancer, some nasty shit called Corexit, Yeah, it'll corrects it alright, key word, " Solvent". The EPA told them to quit using it and they went ahead and dumped a few million gallons in the ocean so it can show up in the food chain for another fifty fucking years. Go read this whole propaganda piece and ask yourself  just who needs a swift kick in the nuts. Lying. Mother. Lovers..

Here is another beauty, whatever happened to those relief wells, by the way?



ON THE GULF OF MEXICO (Associated Press) - Mud that was forced down a blown-out well was holding down the flow of oil at the bottom of the Gulf of Mexico, BP said Wednesday.

Send the bill for the link to Arianna.

How is it that they spent a month just trying to cap that spewing mess that was estimated at fifty to a hundred thousand pounds per square inch and no one could tell us how many fucking gallons/ barrels a day and now they can just " pump some mud" back down the breaches of Hell?   Now they can just pump some mud down the same hole at their liesure and it is some kind of mile stone?
Let's do some math here, this is from ABC two weeks ago,

Pressures in the well are continuing to rise, National Incident Cmdr. Thad Allen said today, signaling that the cap seems to be working and there are no other leaks in the well. This evening, the pressure stood at 6,700 pounds per square inch, lower than officials would like to see but not a cause for immediate concern. 



“The well pressure is now being controlled by the hydrostatic pressure of the drilling mud, which is the desired outcome of the static kill procedure carried out yesterday,” BP said Wednesday in a statement posted on its Web site.
Through Tuesday afternoon, engineers pumped mud weighing about 13.2 pounds per gallon at slow speeds from a surface vessel through a choke line into the blowout preventer on top of the well. If all goes well, cement may be applied to fill the well over the next few days.

Thank you, NYT, for that bit of info.
Now then, I will be the first to say I suck at math but if you go back and reread those two little quotes, something jumps out at me.
One uses Pounds per square inch and the other uses pounds per gallon.
If memory serves me, a gallon of tap water weighs eight pounds.
So, whatever "mud" they are using is five pounds per gallon more than plain tap water, given it is a mile down, I want to know how a gallon of "mud" that weighs thirteen pounds can stop a well that was estimated to be at 6,700 psi.
Like I said, I was never real good at math but that defies the laws of physics.



I want to know how that shit works and Bill O'Rielly is my first choice as an underwater special correspondent.. Just make sure there is a lot of anchor chain involved.

No News Is Good News

One more reason to quit watching it.

Tuesday, August 03, 2010

Funny Stuff

I worked my little butt off today, I still have plans to disappear here shortly.
I came in the house at nine o'clock, checked my email and found this from a friend of mine.Y'all know about American idol, even though I don't have a TV, I do.
The bastards killed emebedding but I can tell ya, you will laugh out loud when ya see this.
Think American Idol mixed with River Dance.

Monday, August 02, 2010

I Promise I Won't Come In Your Mouth, Fuck Yer Little Sister Or Rape Your Cat

So say's the lying cocksucker in charge of the Giant Face Eating Vampire Squid, Goldman Sachs.

Why is it I don't believe this lying, thieving sonofabitch?

Maybe it's because I have seen too many times how easy it is for these assholes to spread money around to subsidiaries that no one knows are connected to the main Vampire Squid Entity?
It might not say Goldman Sachs in bright neon letters but you can bet your ass they are going to spend a ton of money some way, trying to influence the upcoming election.

Don't believe me? Let me show you.

"“Goldman Sachs also does not spend corporate funds directly on electioneering communications,” the firm said in its statement."

How hard was that to parse?
Ya got a fourth grade edumacation there Sparky?

Wait, these days, add three, divide by two, carry the one, you get my drift.



Hey, his little butt budddies in the Retarded party could use a little help, so he can fuck us over again.
Make no mistake, this guy is a politician, if his lips are moving, he is lying.

By the way, let me give  a real, special, one fingered salute to those corporate whores on the Supreme Court for making me even have to think about this.
Fucking assholes.

Companies are people too. Remember that, they said so, with a straight face.
Kiss my fucking ass.

Thank God, I Can Finally Sleep Tonight

Lindsey Lohan got out of jail.

This country is seriously fucked up when that is a major news story.

Sunday, August 01, 2010

In Other News

I'm still waiting, you dirty fucking bastard.
If that so called fucking Kenyan won't prosecute yer dying ass for treason, I will be content to watch you die a long, slow, medically approved death.Enjoy the medical care you don't want anyone else to have, enjoy it right up until you shit your britches and die.
Either way, ya rotten fucker,die.

Fucking Rooky

" And this is where I piss someone off"

Dude, think large.
One person?
LMFAO, I piss 'em all off, all the way to the Sergeant of Arms for the fucking Senate.
No, I'm not gone yet, I said it would be a couple of days.
Nice jewelery box dude.

Sometimes a vacation involves being unconscience, this is one of those times.
I have pretty much been knocked the fuck out since Friday afternoon, after I had to pull the Motherfucking transmission out of my Motherfucking truck for the Mother fucking EIGHTH GODDAMN TIME.
The slave cylinder puked right in the shop trying to bail out early.
In and out in three and a half fucking hours with some help from my friends.
I have been drunk and laying around ever since.
My lower back is fucking fried. Laying on a concrete floor wrestling with that sonofabitch.

Those dirty fucking bastards at Ford should be dragged out of their cute little cubicles with the pictures of their cute little Grand daughters and  be made to work on the crap they design with a fucking hammer and a bent screw driver for the rest of their natural lives.
Who the fuck designs a goddamn transmission with a rounded bottom?
Hello?
The fucking tranny jack has a flat plate. Every fucking cock sucker on this planet that has ever dealt with this knows that.
But no.
Y'all asshole fucking bastards didn't even design this particular transmission, it's a fucking JAP tranny from Mazda.
Even more bad Karma for you fucking assholes. A JAP tranny in a fucking Ford truck.

Shame on you.
I busted yet another knuckle fucking around trying to get this roly poly rotten piece of shit to stay up right on the transmission jack and I am still seriously pissed off at you fucking bastards.
Jesus Christ.
I had 2x4's under it, I had sockets under it to keep it from slopping one way for the other. I had two other guys under that fucking truck trying to keep that fucking transmission upright so we could stab the damn thing into the clutch.
I have invested over eighty thousand dollars in tools, I have four Roll Aways full of them not to mention things like engine pullers and engine stands, yadda fucking yadda. Little tiny wobbly sockets that cost thirty five dollars apiece.
Think socket, set, as in standard and metric.Four hundred bucks for a set of quarter inch drive wobbly sockets. The cute little ratchets are seventy bucks apiece.


Shit, one fucking screw driver from Snap On is twenty bucks, one. People wonder why I won't lend them a screwdriver so they can just set it down and walk away.
The three eights ratchets that you can buy  a whole socket set from Schmucks for four bucks costs a hundred, for one ratchet.
I won't even get into the heavy duty truck stuff, one wrench is a hundred and a quarter. Ya wonder why it costs so much to get yer damn car fixed?.

These guy's at Ford have BILLIONS of dollars at their hands and still can't build a decent fucking car.

I say, get your fat ass out of your little cubicle and lay on a concrete fucking floor and fix what you just designed over and over again, until the blood is running down your fucking arms and then maybe, just maybe, you will learn how to design a fucking car.

Think maybe I need a little vacation?

Update,
My pal Badtux thought maybe this is one of those little Ranger pickups that Ford went half and half with Mazda on.
Nope, 1995 Ford F-150 with a straight six and a Jap tranny.

Fuckers.

That's enough for today


Not bad for a few hours work but it's about beer thirty and that's when the power tools stay off for the rest o' the day. I kinda like my fingers and plan on keeping 'em, thank you very much.

Nothing is glued up yet, just dry fitted and the drawer front stuck on with double sided tape. But I got the majority of it done. Still gotta mortise for lid hinges and route a profile around the top but mostly sanding and finishing after that. Might do some inlay on the top and drawer but I haven't decided yet. Sometimes contrasting colors look good and other times I like to just let the wood speak for itself.

And here's the part where I piss somebody off...

No, you can't have it when I'm done.

spongebobcrackwhore