I have met a lot of people while yapping on the toobz.Just look at the Blog roll.
Most of them are decent people. We may not always agree when it comes to politics but when it comes right down to it, politics is fucked up beyond all recognition any more any way.
Fer christ sakes, me and my girl friend are at polar opposites when it comes to politics.
The way I see, it, we are are all in this shit storm together and 99% of us should be dragging the other one percent out in the street for a severe ass beating.
Believe me when I say I have been in some pretty serious flame wars over the years.
I had the rare occasion to hook up with a couple of folks on a blog tonight that both grew up in the same areas I did, They even over lapped to where my girl friends parents have lived for over 25 years.
Some one sent me a you tube of Disney lands, " It's A Small World", just to make the point.
My point is, even though I have disagreed on somethings with some people, I went out of my way to make it plain that we can agree to disagree because we sure as hell have more in common than we don't.
We sure as hell do
Make your choice for what it is worth.
When it is all said and done, we are going to have the same bunch of criminals in charge, just with a fresh bunch of faces that will pick our pockets.
I am an American.
There is more than one way to skin a cat and together, we will figure out a way to skin about 535 pole cats eventually.
Thanks fer stopping by and Fuck Them.
Professional Politicians should be out lawed and drug out by force if neccesary.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
I have met a lot of people while yapping on the toobz.Just look at the Blog roll.
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Seen over at Huffington Post,
HuffPost Sanity Bus Brings 10,000 People To DC For Rally .
I'm thinking that is one busy mother fucker of a bus driver.
Friday, October 29, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Fucking miserable shit.
Fucking cars, fucking Droids, or what ever they call them damn things, fucking Kindle, what ever the hell that is.
And double fuck my girl friends mother fucking stove!
I can cook, some. I certainly ain't no damn chef, but I can cook.
Except on this mother fucking stove.
It's bad enough she doesn't have any fucking cast iron but she has this cock sucking, fucking dirty fucking bastard mother fucking dick sucking piece of shit for a stove, this thing just pisses me the fuck off!
It's one of those glass top mother fuckers with the burner under neath.
I hate those fuckers.
Ya try to cook something on low, and the dirty mother fucking cock sucking fucking ass hole piece of shit goes from HIGH, to LOW, seemingly randomly, trying to regulate the fucking heat.
Let's see, Burn it? yep. Turn it off so you can't figure out what the fuck you are doing? Check.
Now, let's do this every twenty fucking seconds.
We are either burning shit or trying to figure out what the fuck is going on.
Jesus mother fucking Christ.
For those of you who cook, my apologies for the god damdest fucking mess I ever saw that was supposed to be an omellete.
Ya know how the first pancake is always fucked up?
I kinda expected it to be a little messed up.
This was a godamned fucking disaster and the one behind it was just barely recognizable.
Ya know, I should be in a good mood too.
I won't describe the intimate pleasures I just experienced before this cluster fuck and now I am a raving maniac, but that is why I have this fucking Blog so you don't have to see me on Tee Vee or read about me in the fucking paper.
It's a fucking safety valve.
Oh boy, am I abusing this valve right now.
Dirty sonofabitch that designed that piece of shit stove needs to have a shovel handle broke off in his ass.
I can't even eat my own cooking.
Flying monkey poo right now.
Sure, it tastes OK, it just looks hideous and the texture is some where between road kill and the shit you have to scrub off your tub.
I have to stop now.
There is a more pressing matter.
See ya when I come back up for air.
I didn't even make toast .
Piece of fucking shit.
That thing is going away and she is getting some fucking cast iron pans.
Fucking aluminum fry pans with that fucking coating on them, pieces of shit, the fucking stove, between the two of them you couldn't cook a mother fucking possum, let alone a god damn fuckin omellete.
She doesn't even have a wooden mother fucking spoon.
Now I am cranky.
Beatings are about to be handed out.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Harry Reid is a fucking pussy.
There, I said it, again.
Sharron Angle is a fucking whack job.
Take yer pick.
This is a perfect example of what We, The People, are supposed to decide about who of these two fucking idiots is going to represent, We, The People, if we even decide to fucking vote.
Pick a state.
Whack jobs or fucking corporate pussies.
Rich mother fuckers trying to buy the vote, or rich mother fuckers trying to buy the vote.
Can you say Diebold?
The single most corrupt cock sucking way that our, We, The Peoples, votes have ever been cleverly stolen.
I saw somewhere today that some lady's vote was cast for a fucking Democrat before she even cast it.
I am not even going to bother to find the link.
BradBlog is all over this shit.
Why fucking bother?
Either fucking way, We, The People, lose.
Suck. My. Dick.
They are used to gargling corporate dick, why not mine?
Because I don't have a few million bucks to throw at these corporate whores?
Damn right. We are all too fucking aware of this fact.
We all know that if I had millions or billions to throw at the narcisstic fucking whore who was running for official office, I could out right buy that certain sonofabitch a nice, cushy seat, in what ever office I wanted to see that certain cock sucker to sit in?
While soon after they signed checks to some other grifter mother fucker that was on my pay roll worth even more billions?
Who the hell wouldn't drop a check worth what ever the fuck it takes?
Welcome to America.
Would you like to donate one dollar of your hard earned money to donate to the Presidential Election Fund?
There are more , certifiable, crazy mother fuckers running for public office in this election season than even I can point a stick at.
One Flew Over The Cuckoos Nest ,run amok.
At his point, I would vote for Nurse Ratchet.
Fuck 'em all, Democrat or Republican, Libertarian, Green Party, what have ya.
Once they are in office, the graft starts kicking in.
Us little peons are fucked from the get go.
I could give a rat's ass who the fuck get's voted in, it will be the same 'old same old.
We The People, are going to get bent over untill our asses bleed, again.
I, for one, am tired of being a bitch for these rich cock suckers.
I ain't dropping the soap in the shower again.
Have a nice day and don't bother telling me I can't bitch if I don't vote .
I am going to bitch untill they either shut me down or I fall down dead.
I have been voting since 1978 and this is what I get?
Go fuck yerself.
Go fuck each other, I am tired of this sick fucking three way.
I am tired of the jizz dripping out of my ass come every other November.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Two fucking days I have been warning this kid.
I had to work Nasty Girls kid over finally.
A smart mouthed twelve year old just got a lesson in respect.
Two days he has been running his mouth and I kept telling him it was coming.
Telling me to shut up and when his mother would tell him to do something, that petulant little NO would be his answer.
Bided my time until the little shit mouthed off once too often after I told him to do what his mother said and waited until he went in the kitchen where he couldn't escape after a killer spaghetti dinner. My baseball cap got a pretty good work out and the noogie was for dessert.
He is currently sulking in his room,doing what his mother told him to do, for once, without running his fucking mouth. For a twelve year old, this kid is pretty good sized. I only out weigh the little shit by twenty five pounds and his feet are bigger than mine. I wear a size ten boot, too.
A little respect goes a long ways, even if you have to instill a little fear in them to do it.
I suspect I won't have any more problems for a while and if I do, It's called escalation.
I can do that.
Surprise, surprise, we can have a conversation now.
Talking to him about school work and such.
The sulking is still under the surface but I ain't hearing any smart mouth.
I talk to him in an understanding tone of voice and we can discuss things with out smart mouth.
It's a work in progress. He doesn't really have a daddy in his life so I can understand where the little dude is coming from, I am interfering in his life but take my word for it, I am not a vicious , mean bastard, I just am trying to teach the little guy some respect.
I can be patient.
He is actually a pretty good kid, he just needs some boundaries and I can certainly do that for the little guy.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Here it is, four O'clock in the fucking morning and I am sitting in front of a damn computer again.
At least I have some scenery to look at besides the cats asshole for once.
Nasty Girl is sleeping peacefully, with her sheer, black, lace, nighty on.
That is one very attractive lady and I am one lucky sonofabitch.
I passed out early tonight in a combination of booze and food coma.
I brought a pork loin roast that had a Cajun rub on it and sliced it real thin and fried it up. She made Mashed potatoes while I whipped out a quick salad and then I made gravy out of the drippings.
Those little slices of pork loin turn into finger food and are always great to snack on later.
The gravy turned out OK, I need to make it more often but it went down and there was none left when we were through.
That speaks for it's self I guess.
Her sister stopped at the likker store at my request and stayed to to eat. Fucking vegetarian.
At least she ate.
I haven't been eating squat for a week so when I ate a whole meal my body went into sleep mode.
So, of course, I woke up at one thirty in the fucking morning and can't get back to sleep.
Where was I?
Looking at Nasty Girls boobs again and lost my train of thought.
We were trying to get intimate ealier yesterday and every fucking time we would start really getting hot and heavy, some damn kid would start knocking on the door. I finally just ignored the little sonsabitches.
She trades baby sitting back and forth with her neighbor and she was gone.Her boy is staying over there and was supposed to be watching the little shits, what he was actually doing was tormenting the little shits I think. I finally had enough of the little brats coming over, rubbing their eyes and crying about some fucking thing or another, " He hit me in the jaw".
She called me a bad name".
This one won't share the game, that one did some other fucking thing, you know, fucking kids.
After I threatened to beat them all within an inch of their lives, one more had to come over crying about some fucking shit and the old head gasket blew. I went and got every fucking one of them, reamed their little asses and stuck one in every corner of the apartment and told them to sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up.
Damn, I hate kids sometimes.
The peace and quiet sure was nice though.
Yeah,yeah, I'm a mean old bastard, you can shut the fuck up too.
I certainly got their attention and after ten minutes I told them to beat it and go out side to play.
What do ya know?
NO MORE FUCKING PROBLEMS.
Do you need a time out too?
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Friday, October 22, 2010
I haven't seen the Girl Friend in a couple of weeks and emails an' phone calls just aren't cutting it.
Gonna throw some dirty clothes in the truck, check the fluids and tires and hit the fucking road.
The cat food bowl is full, the little shit is down there munching away as I type. It is good for at least three days, it's a big bowl.
Plenty of water, I propped open the cabinet door in the bathroom, the wily little varmint can come and go as she pleases.
Turn off the furnace and the lights, this fucking computer, lock the front door and off into the wild blue yonder.
With any luck, after I stop and get gas, an hour and a half later, I'll be squeezing on my honey.
Thanks fer stopping by this little corner of the internet, I really do appreciate it. I'll be nice, I promise.
HA HA HA HA HA!
It rained some early this morning and I am happy to report no signs of leaks at this time.
I have been worried about my fucking cat while on my little dalliances with the girl friend for months now.
I go out of my way to make sure one neighbor or another can take care of the little bitch while I am gone.
That just changed.
I am laying here having a beer and smoking cigarettes while surfing the net, when I hear this fucking commotion coming out from under the cabinets in the bath room, which I can see without even getting up.
All of a sudden, a cabinet door comes flying open and here is the cat!
You gotta be shitting me, no sir, it's the fucking cat, plain as day.
Nice trick kitty.
If you can get in, you can get out.
I'll just make sure the cabinet door is propped open, there is plenty of cat food and water and hit the fucking trail.
I'll figure out her little Houdini trick later, clever little bitch anyway.
There must be a pretty good sized hole under there some where if a fucking cat can get in. No wonder the god damned furnace is running all the time. I'm surprised I haven't woken up with a raccoon in bed with me yet!
Two birds with one stone and all that happy horse shit.
I am still waiting for it to rain again so I can see if the roof is actually sealed.
I am praying that it is, you should have seen the little motor home I lived in for a year. I had a giant bowl in bed with me and would roll over in the middle of the night and knock that fucker over when it was full.
I had a full contingent of containment vessels in that bastard.
Fucking bowls and pots and pans all over the damn place. It was loads of fun sleeping with that and then have to get up and go to work.
Shit, half the time I didn't need to take a shower, all I had to do was find a dry towel.
Not as simple as it sounds in that situation.
Ya wonder why I thank the good Lord for this little piece of mobile heaven.
When I get wet in bed now, it's either because I spilled a beer or Nasty Girl is in town and I spilled a beer in bed, chasing her around.
Both of which are far better scenarios than a leaky fucking roof.
Come here kitty, we need to talk.
That didn't take long, I can hear the pitter patter of Rain drops as I type.
We shall see later today.
Twenty after four in the morning and I woke up at twenty to eight yesterday morning. Why the fuck am I awake?
Thursday, October 21, 2010
The bird or the fucking song.
"Whip Your Hair"?
That is some bad assed shit there honey.
The bird seems to like it though.
Once again, H/T Lolcats.
You would think I would spend more time looking at T&A but you would be wrong, today.
The U.S. Chamber of Commerce has been very vocal lately when it comes to politics.
With out saying out loud about what I am hearing, they have been accused of using money from foreign sources to use as advertising money to help the Republican party.
Hush my mouth.
Ya know, that recent decision by the Supreme Court of the Right to decide that Corporations are people too ,just set the stage for something like this but NO ONE could have anticipated such a result.
Now that the Chamber of Commerce has gone all in per say, people are starting to notice.
Good thing I say.
They were already a bunch of cock gobbling corporate whores before the recent courts decision and had been behind the scenes, fucking over the working man and woman for years.
Now they feel empowered and have come out from behind the curtain, feeling that there is no need to hide their naked ambition any more.
Can you say fuck off and die?
I predict it will just be a matter of time until these fucking pricks get a good dose of sunshine and run like the fucking cock roaches they are, back into the shadows.
Bragging about their agenda in broad day light and about how much money they are spending on the up coming election is going to turn the spot light right back on their sorry asses and after that, they will wish they had never been born.
I guarandandfuckingtee that these arrogant fucking assholes are going to have a rectal exam coming that they will be begging for a little "personal" lubricant be present every mother fucking day they get out of bed with their wore out ass holes dripping blood.
Keep running your mouth long enough and you will find a dick in it eventually.
This is actually a good thing, it might shut these bragging mother fuckers up.
These fuckers have been in the back ground of our political process for years. It is just now that they feel they have enough power to come out from behind the curtains.
Come on out boys and never mind that giant fucking sledge hammer behind you.
Mark my words, there is a giant ass beating coming their way after the watch dogs start digging into their activities.
Good doggy, here's a biscuit.
Sic' em boy.
Update, It's already started and the Big boys here at home are already in the spotlight.
Just wait until the next time I catch you in the cat nip, ya little bastard.
Yay, I get to go to another funeral here in about an hour.
Part of getting old I guess.
Some friends of mine's mother passed away the other day, their Dad has been gone going on ten years now.
Orphaned at fifty,or two, it still sucks.
She was a nice lady.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Jesus fucking Christ am I glad I don't own a television anymore.
Every where I look , all I see are stupid people who should be wearing size seventeen shoes and have round red noses.
Fucking clowns running for elected office that can't even spell, Elected Office.
On one hand, we have this silly little dolt named Christine O'Donnell who's claim to fame is that she is not a witch.
If this was the Gong Show she would be out on her little ass looking to find bus fair.
She claims she has that douchebag Hannity "in her back pocket" so she can do battle with the fuck wads in her own party, has no fucking clue what the first amendment is about and steals money from the donations for her campaign to pay for pizza deliveries. I have to agree with my buddy Gordon on this one.
Then we have the ,Oh , So Lovable Meg Whitman, who has so far spent over a Hundred and Fifty Million Dollars, of her own personal money, to run for the position of Governer of Kalifornia.
That pays what, 200 grand a year? Just a guess.
Some return on your investment there honey.
That poor undocumented maid she was paying 23 bucks an hour should have went on strike for better wages
Something stinks like a barge full of dead cat fish there.
Then we have little Miss Carly Fiorino, who has raised 5.9 MILLION dollars, to run against Senator Barbara Boxer, again, in Kalifornia, for a job that pays $110,00 dollars a year, plus 138.00 dollars a day PER DIEM FOR EVERY DAY THEY ARE IN SESSION.
Now explain to me how 5 million goes into a hundred grand.
, OK, 6 million into a hundred and twenty five grand, my math ain't so good.
Either way, you should get my point.
The GOP and the Dumbocrats are both spending millions of fucking dollars for a job that pays one tenth of what they are spending on advertising to win.
What are we missing here folks?
Contracts, kick backs. That's what
Pay as you play.
California has one of the top ten largest economies in the entire fucking world.
A hundred grand won't even get you a cheap seat in that economy.
That shit is just gravy.
Remember, Meg has ALREADY spent a hundred and fifty mother fucking MILLION dollars of her OWN money, trying to buy this election.
Ya wonder why us peons don't see the need to vote for any of these people?
Some are bat shit fucking crazy, I need not go any farther down this vein, others are so outright fucking power hungry and greedy, they are spending more than fifteen years worth of potential wages in one election season, just to get their hands on the levers of power.
Those levers must be some powerful mother fuckers is all I can say.
Might I add, none of the above give a rat fucking shit about you.
It's all about the power and they would kick you in the ribs if you had the audacity to fall over from starvation right in front of them while on their way to a corporate fund raiser.
Better yet, they would have some hired goon do it for them. hey, those shoes are expensive, don't ya know.
Think about it, 5.9 million fucking dollars in advertising to get a job that pays a hundred grand a year.
Like I said, barge load of dead cat fish, something stinks to high heaven.
That's our political process these days.
I fucking win.
I finally got out a damn magnifying glass so I could read the little bug fucker print on the label of the USB modem to get the fucking part number so I could install the correct driver for it.
I knew VISTA was fucking me because as soon as I got done with everything a message popped up telling me that this modem was not kosher with the version of Windows I am using.
Fucking bastards, like I said, if you can read this, I fucking won this battle finally.
This thing has been pissing me off for quite a while now but yesterday, something happened and I'm not quite sure what but I'm thinking virus.
I left the thing on all day, hooked up to the internet and a buddy came over and talked me into going out for a bit and I forgot to turn thr damn thing off. When I got back several hours later it was all fucked up.
I could scroll around but I couldn't click on anything, left click or right click.
Talk about pissed off.
I have a newer computer but can't get the mother fucking air card to work in it. Of course I called Verizon's technical support and dicked with them for a fucking hour and the young lady finally threw up her hands and told me she was going to send me a new disc.
I already have two fucking discs.
I actually think it is a VISTA problem amyway. It won't put the USB Modem under the Modem file, it puts it under 'Other".
Fucking VISTA anyway, I hate that program. Give me XP and I'm good to go.
Anyway, I did one of those "FREE" registry cleaner things and it only found 548 fucking problems. It fixed 100 of them for "FREE" and then of course wants you to "Upgrade" and buy the fucking thing.
I am having to use Internet Explorer right now because Fire Fox is fucked.
Needless to say, I am not a happy camper right now.
Miserable fucking shit anyway.
So now I get to unhook everything and hook up the other computer for the tenth motherfucking time and dick around with that sonofabitch to see if I can't get the modem problem fixed or it's back to this crippled up fucker.
I don't even know why I am awake, I was up half the fucking night dicking with this fucker before I just fell down and went to sleep.
Fuck it, I'm grabbing a beer before I get pissed off again and throw this cocksucker out in the drive way.
If ya don't hear from me for a while you can pretty much figure out I snapped and out it went.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Rangers in Washington state suspect an encounter with a mountain goat killed a 63-year-old hiker in Olympic National Park.
The park service says Robert H. Boardman, of Port Angeles, was hurt Saturday as he hiked near the park's Klahhane Ridge and died hours later at a Port Angeles hospital.
Officials did not provide any specifics on his injuries but said an early investigation indicates they were the result of an encounter with a goat.
Rangers tracked down and killed the animal, which will be analyzed by a veterinary pathologist.
Excuse the shit out of me?
Fucking dumb ass stumbles into the goats territory and gets his ass kicked for his trouble and they shoot the fucking goat?
There is some wild life conservation for ya.
How much ya want to bet these same geniuses declare the Mountain Goat population endangered next year?
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Wants me to drive thirty miles to go look at a car she wants, on a dealer lot. 4200 hundred bucks for this POS.
Can you say NOT!!!?
I finally agreed, told her she ain't buying this fucking car and the guilt trip started.
Hey, I don't need the guilt, I will go look at the sonofabitch, I used to make a decent living picking apart used cars when I worked at a dealership.
Praise be, she called me right as I went to put gas in the truck to go over there.
Someone was going to be late and she had to stay over to cover for them.
I just went through this shit for my niece and my buddy came through for us and found her a nice damn little Plymouth with good paint, good tires, his partner did a head gasket job on it and fixed some stuff like a broken tail light and some other minor shit, took it through emsissions and fixed something else, all for 700 fucking dollars.
Let's do the math.
4200 bucks for a Ford Focus that she " has" to have, or 700 bucks for a decent runner.
Someone needs a dose of reality here AND a good beating., it looks like I am going to be busy.
Damn, I am getting too old to hold them down anymore.
I'm calling in the heavy guns, her mother.
I ain't stupid.
Friday, October 15, 2010
Pray it doesn't rain for a day or two.
I went and got my pal Willy and dug out the ladder and some shit in a gallon pail that I thought was a roof sealer.
The label was gone and after I opened it it looked nasty enough.
I cut down a coat hanger and bent it and stuck it in a cordless drill to stir it up.
A half hour later I called it good enough.
Nasty fucking shit, seriously nasty, it got all over the place.
Little Willy climbed up the ladder and his life long friend, Jesse was right there holding the ladder and handing him up little buckets of this seriously nasty shit for him to pour out and roll around with a six foot paint roller.
I ain't kidding, this shit wound up on any thing you touched.
These two clowns are kavetching back and forth the whole time.
Willy turns around and throws a rag full of this shit right at Jesse.
He moved, but the game was on.
They are bitching at each other like an old married couple.
I am just pouring more of the shit in the little bucket and telling them to get done and handing out a beer or two.
Did I mention that at one time I was their boss?
This turned into a fucking clusterfuck and I had to keep yelling at them to get the fucking thing done.
Willy wiped his hands on Jesse's brand new bright white T shirt and then the game was on.
All in all, it went as I suspected it would but it got done. The roof has been sealed, Thank God.
I just hope it doesn't rain for a couple of days.
Talk about nasty?
That fucking shit got every where, I went through six shop rags, a roll of paper towels and a brand new kitchen towel, plus a little gasoline.
All in all, I got off fucking cheap.
Four beers, five shots of whiskey, five cigarettes and the afore mentioned disposables.
Not to mention the comedy of these two fuckers messing with each other.
Thank you Lord, it was a good day.
Crap. I got some of that shit on my boot and now I have to go back and clean up a bunch of foot prints.
Oh well, it was worth it.
Thanks guys, seriously.
It's good to have friends.
Read every fucking word of this article and be aware that we are not only paying for this now, we will be paying for this for generations. The attempted cover up and the complete lack of humanity has me beyond disgusted and some one needs to have their asses handed to them on a fucking platter.
This is just fucked up and you want to know why?
Because we should be better than this.
Viet Nam all over again.
These people are going to come home to us.
God fucking help us.
Fuck you Neo Con assholes that sent our men and women into a no win situation. .
Thursday, October 14, 2010
OK, ya caught me, I was looking at porn again.
What a surprise.
Now that we have that out in the open, why don't you spend a little time looking for some real life terrorists?
You know, those guy's with bombs and shit?
If I am busy looking at boobs, I ain't trying to over throw the fucking government with one hand, know what I mean?
Have a nice day and keep an eye out for a massive amphibious assault by millions of web footed swimming camels with lasers on their heads and Alla Akbar screaming rag heads with serious dish water toes trying to bomb Lincoln Nebraska instead of the Lincoln Memorial because their GPS units were made in Hungary on a fucking Monday?
Just a hint, they have to bow down for prayers looking towards Mecca at least twice a day.
Any one who is bent over with their head on the ground and not puking their guts out after a hard night is a suspect.
Have a nice day.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
The last remaining cat has been scratchin' a lot lately and Nasty Girl found a flea on her the other day.
It's time, says I..
I have some of those drops ya put on the back of their neck that supposedly last three months, lying sonsabitches.
I went and opened one up and found the varmint lounging around and went and petted her and quickly squirted that bastard on the back of her neck.
Ya ever been to a rodeo?
She went ape shit.
Bailed out and started doing laps around the trailer looking for a place to hide.
I was smart this time and shut all the damn doors so she couldn't escape.
She finally went to go under the bed but I had shut off that avenue of escape too.
I grabbed her by the back of the neck like momma cats do and she turned around in her skin and bit the living shit out of me for my trouble.
I didn't let go even though it hurt like a motherfucker and finished giving her the dose.
She bounced off the walls for a good five minutes and is currently hiding behind the monitor giving me death threats with her eyes.
To say she hates that shit would be a mild understatement.
She is PISSED off at me right now.
Fuck you, flea bag, I win.
I am still dealing with the ants too. I thought I keeeled them but no, they are still around, just not as bad.
Bug bombs away here soon.
Weapons of mass destruction are called for.
The last time I lit off two, this time it will be four and if I have to do it again it will be six and a spray can so I can go around out side where I think they are coming in at.
Either way, I am done with the creepy crawling mother fuckers.
That reminds me, I need to make sure my boots are turned up side down tonight so the little bitch can't shit in them.
I am sure there will be retribution but I am sick and tired of bugs.
Here kitty kitty, I have more of this waiting for you.
You should see the evil glare I am getting right now.
Bring it, cat.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
It seems I have lost my Mo Jo some where.
Nasty Girl was here for several days, which means I was pre occupied any way but I just can't seem to get excited about anything enough to write about.
There is the usual silly shit going on in politics but I have been burned out on that shit for a long time.
They are all crooked sonsabitches and I see several that are down right fucking crazy.
I ordered a couple of books from the library I am waiting on, other than that, I am just waiting for my unenjoyment check and piddle farting around the Weasel Den here and there.
The girl friend couldn't stand my slovenly ways anymore and cleaned the joint up for me, I still have shit to either get rid of or find a different place to put.
It rained like a sonofabitch over the weekend and it sprung a couple of leaks in the roof.
Hopefully, I got those fixed yesterday, we shall see when it rains again.
The whole fucking roof needs to be resealed.
That isn't happening any time soon.
Saturday, October 09, 2010
Friday, October 08, 2010
I just got a brand spanking new library card and while I am here I am throwing up a post on their internets.
Mine will be out fer a bit, My girlfriend is beating up on me a bit so we shall see here in a bit what happens.
If ya don't see anything for a bit don't panic, it just means I am a stubborn sonofabitch.
Thanks fer stopping by.
Wednesday, October 06, 2010
Remember here just a while back when they ruled it is perfectly OK for the cops to come in your driveway and plant a tracking device on your car without a warrant?
Remember how pissed off you were about that and then just went on with your life and forgot about it?
"It can't happen to me" you thought.
Now that I have linked to this ,
I guess I'll be crawling under my truck looking for such shit for the forseeable future.
Tuesday, October 05, 2010
God, I am surrounded by crazy little wimmins.
My Girlfriends little sixteen year old ' Christian"niece
is all squeeling like a stuck pig about some little future dirt bag named Garrison Duckworth.
I told her to watch out about his little cuteness and to turn it down with the squeeling.
Eventually the boy is going to try and reach in her shirt. I don't give a shit how nice he is supposed to be, it will come.
"Oh he doesn't even even cuss in front of me and his parents LOVE me!"
I have news for you ya little darlin';
Now make him a sammich.
My ya can't tell these little shit's nuthing.
" But he loves me!!"
God damn, they are irritating little shits.
Bonus round, she has a little asshole twin bother, heavy on the asshole part.
There will be beatings handed out here shortly.
Monday, October 04, 2010
Sunday, October 03, 2010
Some kid gets the chance of a life time to visit the White house, OUR WHITE HOUSE!
And gets turned away for a dress violation?
The best part?
He was there to honor his ninety year old grand father who just happened to be the last BLACK MEDAL OF HONOR winner. I don't care what color anyone is, if you get the MEDAL OF HONOR, you are a national treasure and thank you very much for your service.
What pisses me off is some cock sucker denied a citizen of this country , OUR FUCKING COUNTRY, access to OUR FUCKING WHITE HOUSE, the single most vivid example of what our country is supposed to be about, FREEDOM, access because of a some fucking dress code?
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!!
Let me say that again, ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!!
The kid was wearing a T shirt and shorts.
Somebody needs to be fired yesterday.
While I pick my jaw up off the fucking floor, let me remind you sonsabitches that this is OUR FUCKING WHITEHOUSE and OUR FUCKING GOVERNMENT!!!!!!!!!
I cannot for the life of me believe that their is some stupid fucking asshole so mother fucking stupid in our employ that would deny a citizen of this country access to our own home, let alone some ten year old kid who was there to honor his Grand fathers ceremony for being a MEDAL OF HONOR RECIPIENT!!
I don't give a RAT FUCKING ASS if you have tight pink nylons on and your ass hanging out, that is OUR fucking house, who ever is in it is a fucking transient and DO NOT!!! tell me how I can or can't dress when I come there, you dirty mother fuckers.
I have actually been to the White House, they didn't give a shit how I looked, as it should be.
I am so pissed off about this I can hardly see to type.
A ten year old kid.
There to honor his Grand father.
A Medal of Honor recipient.
Gets turned away from our house.
Let me repeat this again, A ten year old child got turned away from our house .
I am ashamed.
Because he wasn't wearing a suit and tie?
Hey, neither did I and I got in.
This is an outrage.
I am dumbfounded that someone even let this happen.
I am ashamed of this, personally.
My thanks to you, Mr. Vernon Baker.
My apologies to your family for being treated like shit by the same damn country you did so much for.
God Damn, this just pisses me off beyond words.It makes me want to strangle some dumb fucking asshole.
Rest in Peace America.
Thank You to all our veterans, current and past.
Let us never forget;
Inscribed at the bottom of the Statue of Liberty, Ellis Island, New York.
Where my Kin came ashore before me.
Damn you for forgetting that and damn me for letting you get away with it.
Saturday, October 02, 2010
Get the fuck off of me, I already fed you.
I loves you, pet me asshole, where the fuck have you been?
Yer spilling my beer, get the fuck off me.
Fuck you dude, pet me now.
Me; Goddammit, get the fuck off me! Here, Let me light a cigarette, I know how much you like that shit.
Here have a set of claws right through your right nipple.
Me; Holy SHIT!!
My cat, don't piss me off again, I'll bite yer ass.
Me; Want some flying lessons?
Bring it bitch.
Me; OWWW! You little sonofabitch!!
Fuck you asshole, where the hell have you been? My fucking shit box needs to be cleaned out, you think that petting me for an hour and a half is going to change that?
Here have some blood, it's on the house.
Me; Oh, you little bitch, come back here.
My cat; fuck you asshole, while you were away, Rahm Emmanuel decided to run for the Mayor of Chicago.
Me; How much does it cost to send an ungrateful rotten mother fucker too Chicago?
My cat; How the fuck should I know, bleed some more asshole and call the White House!
There will be beatings handed out around here as soon as I can find the fucking Peroxide and a one way ticket to Chicago's Mayor office. If the little bitch lasts as long as the elections, God help who ever opens that fucking box.
Either way, it's a win win. Daley is fucking gone, Emmanuel takes office and opens Pandora's box into the corruption that has been going on there for the last thirty years and I get to read about whoever opened some fucking box and got to meet my cat.
A rat is a rat after all.
Someone needs to send a rat chaser over there.
Fuck you Rahm.
Signed, a member of the Professional Left, asshole.
Good fucking riddance. Get the fuck out of the White House and go back to the little Rat Hole ya came from, dick head.
Sorry for your luck Drifty.
Get out of the way, secretary lady, cat treats have no effect, just dump the box off and run for your life.
Take the population of Chicago with ya.