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.

Read more: http://www.time.com/time/nation/article/0,8599,2013150,00.html#ixzz0xrdj6xGI

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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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.

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.

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.

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.

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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.

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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.

Have Some Fucking Old School Rock and Roll

Old school and still good.



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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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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

Check Back Later

Meh...check back later. I ain't in the mood to piss anybody off today.

Life is relatively good for a change.

I've got the weekend off and spent some all-too-rare time in the shop today. Started making a jewelry box out of a piece of walnut I've had layin' around for awhile. Front, back and sides are cut. Whacked up the front to take out a drawer face (so the grain would match) and glued it back together. Top is glued up and box joint jig dialed in on some scrap wood so I'm good to go for tomorrow.

For those of you keeping score at home: yes, I'm still working on my sisters apothecary cabinet thingey. And you really need to get a life instead of keeping score on my woodworking 'cause I do it when I damn well get around to it.

Right now I've got a belly full of fried catfish and I'm sipping on a glass of JW Blue Label. Fixin' to put some Pogues on the stereo and hit the back deck to take a nap "as the sunset came to meet the evening on the hill".

Don't worry about OB. He'll get home safe from his camping trip. Trail of breadcrumbs, you ask? Nah...trail of empty airline-size whiskey bottles more like.

Bushcraft...Bushmillscraft...whatever.

spongebobcrackwhore

I Got Yer Bail Out Right Here

I'm bailing outta this mother fucker early today and going on fucking vacation for sixteen days.
You can expect a few good drunken rants and then I am going to disappear for a few days.
My buddy Sponge Bob Crack Whore says he has something to piss ya off with while I'm gone and I believe him.
See ya's.

RIP, Mean Old Woman

The fucking cat went MIA  two weeks ago without notice.
One day she was waiting in the driveway when I showed up from work like she had been for over a year, the next day she was gone.
My brother gave her to me after I was so sad my other one went MIA after she jumped out of my truck and was gone for two freakin' months until I got a call telling me she was across the damn street from where she bailed out.
In the mean time, me and Baby had some interesting times.

 Me and the old woman cat had some serious go rounds and I have the scars to prove it, God Damn that little
bitch was mean. She didn't even have her front claws and she was twelve fucking years old when I got her.

Imagine this cat ten years older with three times the amount of hair around her neck, a bad attitude and  razor sharp teeth.
When I first got her, living in the old Weasel Den, she disappeared for three days, I tore the place apart looking for her. She was holed up behind the duct works for the heater in a place I couldn't even see with a flash light.
God, did we go round and round.
Then the games began.
That poor thing got so stressed out, she started shedding her mane to the point I came home one day and thought a fucking squirrel had died under the table, I shit you not, it was the biggest hairball I have ever seen.

It took quite a while for us to get to know each other and I have to admit I thought about killing the mean little fucker more than once.
She was only mean because she was scared.

I had to work at it for quite a while but we finally called a truce at some point and she was a great kitty after that.

The poor thing had some kind of blood type the fucking fleas around here loved.
I kept buying the so called three month flea treatment and it would work for a fucking week. Lying sonsabitches, she just kept getting ate up.
Shit, I am still killing the little fuckers.
Bombs away.

Any way, the ornery little thing has been gone for two weeks now, I have looked all over for her with no luck.
Not even a carcass. I figure she was at least fifteen years old, that is a long time for a cat. For you that have never had an old cat, that is what they do, they take off down the road and find some secluded spot to die on their own terms when they know their time is up.

Damn if I wouldn't like to have that option.
Sweet dreams kitty.
This has been a hard thing to post about, I kinda like little varmints.

Lying media/ government assholes, not so much.

Hurts So Good

Apparently this "gettin' old" shit is going around. I think I got it, too.

Went and played me some indoor football the other day. For the first time in about 5 years. With kids half my age, for the most part. Damn, I'm sore. I literally rolled out of bed onto the floor the next morning. It was the only fucking way I could get up.

I held my own and I think I even surprised some of the little bastards with how well I played. Heh, they forgot that the old gray-bearded guy with braces on both ankles and one knee has been playing since before most of them were born.

I scared the shit out of one kid, I think. I got the ball near the wall with him behind me and I could tell he was gonna try and nab it by going between me and the wall. Oh, no you don't. I put my foot on top of the ball and slammed myself into the wall to block him. Cut that move right the fuck off. Heard some gasps from guys who thought I had slammed him into the wall but then I heard a couple of guys go "nice" when they saw that I didn't foul him and still retained possession as he ran into my back. I scooped the ball around with my left foot, turned and went around him like he was an orange cone on a practice field. Go lay down, son...you just got worked by 35 years of experience.

Two freakin' hours we played. I was getting cramps in my legs by the end. Been sore all fucking week. Hurt like a bastard to sit down and get up for about 3 days. I'm feeling better just in time. Gonna do it again day after tomorrow. And yeah, it'll hurt for days and days afterwards and people will ask me when I'm gonna stop playing. I'll tell 'em the same thing I always tell 'em...when I walk like this before the game.

Meh, so it hurts. Big deal. Being sore all week just reminds you of how much fun ya had. If you don't believe me then ask OB next time he's been home from Nasty Girl's place for a few days. I'm pretty sure he'll vouch for that.

spongebobcrackwhore

p.s. - Okay, so I lied about no more football posts until Brazil 2014. Get over it.

I Am Whupped.

Tired doesn't begin to describe it, fuck, I am getting old.

Apparently I still have something going on if it took me a whole weekend and a day at work to make me fall down.
I would like to take a minute to adress Linda P who was so offended by my use of the perjorative,Split Tail when I was talking about my Girl friend and her sisters.
Yes, I can see where you could be greatly offended by that except you really don't know me when I tell you it was used as a term of affection.
I have know these three ladies for thirty fucking years and we all have a comeraderie and use sometimes crude language. Let me tell every one who reads this, it is a running joke, along with make me a sammich, get me a fucking beer and no, I ain't painting your god damn toe nails.

Get a sense of humor folks, we have.

One other thing I see that you all miss by a mile, this Blog is my alter ego.
I get drunk and go off like a Tasmanian Devil in heat, when in reality, I am one of the sweetest guys you will meet in your entire life.
If you think I am kidding, ask my girl friend, my mother, both of my Grand mothers, my aunts, my nieces and my ex fucking girl friends who still love me.
Hell, even my ex wife tolerates me.

Apparently I haven't made this obvious.
Either way, my alter ego is still part of me, ya sonsabitches, deal with it.

I can be a rotten fucking bastard, but I still have a sweet side. The Girl friend was beside her self when I wanted to cuddle for a bit, apparently there are some real dirty fucking bastards out there and I just happen to be the first nice fucking guy in her life, I am the very first guy to give her roses on Valentines day and make her breakfast in bed..She has been seriously deprived in my book.
I dunno, maybe I ain't Superman but I am putting out the effort.
She is a good woman and I am one lucky bastard she likes me.
We are both getting older and have figured out how to let the little shit go.No fighting, we have agreed on that, it's a biggy with me. We can discuss things but fighting is out.
She is still very beautiful and smokin' hot, all I can do at this point is to hope I don't hurt myself trying to keep her happy. I like her to be happy.
Smooch baby, I know you are going to read this later.
She loves me, ain't no doubt about that.
So, don't take my obvious mysogyny at face value, I am teasing you in good faith ladies, except the ones I ain't and that should be obvious.
It don't say ornery bastard up top fer no reason.
Thanks fer stopping by.

I'm Surrounded

Goddamn women folk around here are all right wingers, I could be busy handing out beatings for quite a while.The Girl Friend and her two fucking sisters, I still love the little split tails anyway..

In one voice they all proclaimed their love of that idiot dirt bag Glen Beck.
Then it got better and they proclaimeed Rush Limbaugh to be some kind of fucking saint. They claim to be Tea Baggers, Nasty Girl got Tea bagged  in the traditional sense earlier and loved it. Take that Sarah Palin lovers.

Like I said, I could be busy fer a while, there is three of the misguided little souls, that's  a lot of beatings for one old man. I know I can take Nasty Girl, I had her pinnned down earlier for an extended period of time, it's the other two I am wondering about.
Not to worry, I can be a mean sonofabitch when I have to be.
Still, I tend to keep my back to a wall just in case.

It is hotter than a half fucked fox in a firestorm around here, 101 degrees outside.
Christ.I had her take me to me to the likker store and I about had heat stroke getting out of the damn car.
The front of the store faced the sun and it had to be one twenty right there before I could get inside.  Then we stopped at another store and I made the mistake of walking behind the car to get in.
Fuck me. The fan was going full blast and I literally walked into a jet stream.
God damn, I bet it was throwing out 220.
Nasty Girl is currently teasing my ass by bouncing up and down on a little trampoline, I have already had to fix six fucking typo's, I think I have whiplash.
See ya, thanks fer stopping by,.

TGIF

Fuck, what a long week.
One more day at work and then I am hopefully off to see nasty Girl .
One more week from today and I am off for sixteen days.
Vacation.
I spent my vacation time last year laying in bed so sick I thought I was going to die at one point.

I am going to take off and go camping and do some fishing.
I haven't gone camping in years and miss it badly.
We shall see just how much bushcraft I can still remember.
I have some work to do around here first, a couple of vehicles need some serious attention and I need to fix the leak in the roof of the Weasel Den. A couple of days of that and then I am getting the fuck outta Dodge.

Y'all have a nice weekend and thanks fer stopping by.

Let Me Introduce You To My Other Treasonous Set Of Friends.

 Actually, I can't call them friends, they have no idea I even exist and will be shocked to see where you came from if you actually click on the links below.
Warning, this is a long post and if you have a problem reading any thing that takes over ten minutes, go see your doctor.
I have deleted several instances of excessive vulgarity which is not my usual style in case anyone wants to link to this post.

The reason I call them treasonous friends is because we share the common belief that our government cares less than a whit about us as individuals and we have to take care of our selves and loved ones and because.. we recognize that politics as usual is a waste of time. feed me Seymore doesn't work.
Do you know that the Federal government of this country is , by law, passed by our own Congress, to have enough food stored to feed every man, woman and child in this country for two years?
That's a fact.
My bad, they changed the rules while I wasn't lookng.
Here is the actual wording from lhttp://www.archives.gov/federal-register/codification/executive-order/12656.html in the mean time.

Part 3--Department of Agriculture.

Sec. 301. Lead Responsibilities. In addition to the applicable responsibilities covered in Parts 1 and 2, the Secretary of Agriculture shall:

(1) Develop plans to provide for the continuation of agricultural production, food processing, storage, and distribution through the wholesale level in national security emergencies, and to provide for the domestic distribution of seed, feed, fertilizer, and farm equipment to agricultural producers;

(2) Develop plans to provide food and agricultural products to meet international responsibilities in national security emergencies;

Think about that for a minute. It's a fifty fifty chance you or someone in a foreign country are going to get food in a National emergency.

(3) Develop plans and procedures for administration and use of Commodity Credit Corporation inventories of food and fiber resources in national security emergencies;

(4) Develop plans for the use of resources under the jurisdiction of the Secretary of Agriculture and, in cooperation with the Secretaries of Commerce, Defense, and the Interior, the Board of Directors of the Tennessee Valley Authority, and the heads of other government entities, plan for the national security emergency management, production, and processing of forest products;

(5) Develop, in coordination with the Secretary of Defense, plans and programs for water to be used in agricultural production and food processing in national security emergencies;

(6) In cooperation with Federal, State, and local agencies, develop plans for a national program relating to the prevention and control of fires in rural areas of the United States caused by the effects of enemy attack or other national security emergencies;

(7) Develop plans to help provide the Nation's farmers with production resources, including national security emergency financing capabilities;

(8) Develop plans, in consonance with those of the Department of Health and Human Services, the Department of the Interior, and the Environmental Protection Agency, for national security emergency agricultural health services and forestry, including:

(a) Diagnosis and control or eradication of diseases, pests, or hazardous agents (biological, chemical, or radiological) against animals, crops, timber, or products thereof; Again with the dispersants and tar balls the size of an SUV and their effects on marine life and near by farms and agriculture, not to mention the complete wiping out of the coastal sea business and commercial fisherman ... God forbid you have a tail light out though.

(b) Protection, treatment, and handling of livestock and poultry, or products thereof, that have been exposed to or affected by hazardous agents;

(c) Use and handling of crops, agricultural commodities, timber, and agricultural lands that have been exposed to or affected by hazardous agents; and

(d) Assuring the safety and wholesomeness, and minimizing losses from hazards, of animals and animal products and agricultural commodities and products subject to continuous inspection by the Department of Agriculture or owned by the Commodity Credit Corporation or by the Department of Agriculture;  Dispersants anyone?

(9) In consultation with the Secretary of State and the Director of the Federal Emergency Management Agency, represent the United States in agriculture-related international civil emergency preparedness planning and related activities.

 

Oil soaked beaches, marshes and fragile marine ecosystems?

Sec. 302. Support Responsibility. The Secretary of Agriculture shall assist the Secretary of Defense in formulating and carrying out plans for stockpiling strategic and critical agricultural materials.

My bold.

They have just about enough to feed about half of us a half a loaf of bread for a month, if they can find it, it ain't moldy and they can distribute it to where it needs to go before it does get moldy and they can find a truck and a driver who will do it cheap. Never fear, the wars go on and Goldman Sachs can give BILLIONS away for bonuses.

I made a passing reference to the Prepper sites I frequent the other day and now you get to meet them..
Let me preface this with the fact that I am pretty much a left leaning Liberal scumbag in some of these peoples eyes but I have just enough of a Libertarian streak that we should all get along pretty damned well. Also, this is less than one percent of these types of sites that I read on a regular basis.
Besides, trying to make sure you and your family has enough to eat and can see at night ain't a bad thing.
I am going to start beating up on Nasty Girl real serious like to get her shit together a little more, even if my shit is scattered all over the place.
I still have enough to feed myself for at least two months, probably more and if the fucking lights go out, I know I will be good for a while in that aspect and I will tell you this, I am one innovative individual.
When I was sixteen, I made an alchohol stove out of a tuna fish can and some strips of cardboard wrapped around inside to heat up a can of chili.

That was thirty four years ago, think I haven't learned a few things since then?
I actually cut the frame of an old Ford LTD in half with an axe one time so I could haul it for scrap to get the money to eat.
Try that sometime.

My Grandparents were raised during the Great Depression and I lived with them off and on for many years, exclusively after I took off from home at fifteen, after a brief stint with my real mother and her crazy drunken husband, which is where I did the alchohol burner trick.
I was in the Cub Scouts, was a Webelos and did some serious assed hiking for two weeks that covered fifty miles around some seriously huge and frozen volcanoes when I was twelve.
I have been hungry, near starvation and I don't want to ever go there again.
 I have stayed under bridges, lived in my car, lived in a van and have frozen my ass off under the stars.
I don't often harp on this subject here but we are currently in The Greater Depression, even if no one wants to say it out loud, the current economic plight of every day Americans  is going down hill and gaining momentum.

It is past time that you should be putting some resources away and I am going to give you some places to get the information that you will need that could prove to be critical and be desperate to have in the future
Pay serious attention and book mark these links. Then, continue to monitor them because the Shit has already Hit The Fan  and you can't eat American Idol.

First off,

100 things that disappear in a prolonged emergency.
Copy this and get busy.
Long time preppers are already half way through this list or more, I personally have a long ways to go but I still work at it.
Now comes the links that you should watch, granted they are bloggers and it isn't every day they post about specifics but generally do a good job, the thing to remember is not to crap your pants and go into debt getting ready, that is counter intuiitive, read their back content and archives.

Survival Blog, this is the Grand Daddy of them all. One warning, the recommendations espoused will be way the heck beyond the average Americans  ability to afford, there is great info if you pick through it though.
Especially the archives. start there.

Next up, a great guy who actually lives the life every day and has a wealth of info on how to live off grid and thrive, M.D. Creekmore @ The Survivalist Blog.
Hey, when you are being foreclosed on like I was, you can get pretty damn appreciative of a damn travel trailer for a roof over your head and that guy does it well. Serious info for hard core off grid living and a damn nice guy in my opinion, I wish we were neighbors and I had a giant still.
Next up, Wretha. Another off grid, no dang electricity, out in the middle of no where, kicking ass and taking names kinda gal.

OK, this next one reminds me of my dear departed Grandmother sometimes so much that I just want to give her a giant bear hug and a squeeze it kills me.
Jackie Clay.
I absolutely adore this woman, I swear, she is the Martha Stewart for us regular folks.Go read every word this lady has ever written and then buy her cookbook. I can't recommend her highly enough.
Oh my, what a wonderful lady. A virtual walking encyclopedia for canning advice. She has a blog associated with Back Woods Home magazine, who is my next recommendation.
Moving along, this has already taken an hour, we have a a few other places I suggest you peruse, this ain't no cake walk and knowledge is power.

I am going to link to a couple of other folks who are trying to get by with hard work and limited resources.
Sometimes it's not all sugar plums and unicorn farts, there is serious work and unexpected hardships involved in just trying to live and raise kids and varmints.
One of my favorites is Self Sustained Living.
MMPaints is having a hard time getting by right now but exhibits some of the best qualities of what made this country great.
My hat is off to you honey.

Best of luck to you.

Here is one that is geographically close to me as the crow flies but would take over two hours to drive to because of this huge river between us and how far I would have to drive to get to the nearest bridge.
This lady is a farmer, a real one, who grows her own beef and takes care of her soil, does the hay bailing thing and cooks on a wood stove. Throw Back At Trapper Creek.Mind you, she does this on the side of a volcano in the North West corner of Oregon.
The weather up here is a couple of months behind Texas, take my word on that...

I told you this could take a while.
Two other sites you should read regularly are Sharon Astyk's Blog , she even has written a couple of books and teaches classes, in her own house., the other one would be Preparedness Pro.
This lady lays down the law, get yourself ready and here is how to do it,

There are literally hundreds of sites that will give you solid advice how to be a bit prepared for even a small inconvenience such as a temporary electrical failure all the way to zombie hordes beating down your door to eat your brains.
I would hope that anyone who actually reads my ranting has enough brain power to differentiate between the two.

This ain't no joke folks, this country is going belly up and there will be a day when the shelves will be empty.
Just ask anyone who lived in New Orleans  after Katrina and had to move to Oregon. It happened.
There are counties grinding up their tore up roads and turning them back to gravel, that is your clue.

Three unemployed neighbors are mine, I have to reconsider the fact that they know I have toilet paper, let alone Rice A Roni.

Bad Company

It's pretty rare when a band covers a song from long ago well, even rarer when they do it better than the original.
This is one of those really rare cover tunes that I think is better than the original.

Five Finger Death Punch doing Bad Company's Bad Company.
I couldn't tell ya why the fuck I am awake at four in the morning but I am sure as shit going back to asleep. Enjoy.

A Huge Shout Out To My Treasonous Fucking Friends

You know who ya are, maybe the two thousand fucking Government  agencies that need an introduction will now add you to their data base, assholes.
My bestest buds at Alternate Brain are first on the list of Buds I would start a shooting war with, bar none.  Fixer and Gordon have been to Grannies house before and left a little present for that asshole wolf dude and can still git 'er done tomorrow at O dark thirty. I have been seriously amazed they took me under their wings.
FireDog Lake.
I first ran into Fixer and Gordon there in 95. We have been around quite a while.

Way back when, Jane Hamsher had a little Blog all by herself when I ran into it and she had some serious thoughts on what the fuck was going on in our political system way back then. Since then, she has created an empire that raises sixty grand in a week.
 Someday I would like to meet her, she is a force to be reckoned with.
By the way, if you want to point a finger at who was responsible for me starting to run my mouth, just look to that cute little blondie, she was my inspiration.
There are over a hundred Blogs that I read every fucking day when I get the chance but some are a must, Brilliant At Breakfast, Jill is someone I would love to meet.

Fark is my very first site every day, right after checking my Email,.Just an Earth Bound Misfit is soon to be perused also, I just fucking love this lady, she has quite the perspective and a bit of attitude to go with it. Someone else I would like to meet.
Of course my pal One Fly too.


Bildungblog , Lolcats and Dependable Renegade are also must reads too.
Then I hammer another gear and go see some other friends, Demuer and  at this point I am going to piss everybody on my Blogroll off because i can't spend four hours linking to them.
I do want to reckognise two more, one is a personal friend and the other one will be.
Suzanne at Two Ton Green Blog and that like minded crazy mother fucker Mayberry..
Believe me I could go on for hours, If you are on my Blogroll, I have tried to visit you in the last month or two and there are some that aren't and I do anyway. Don;t feel left out


Mock Paper Scissors is a daily amongst others, along with Driftglass and Blue Gal and Crooks and Liars.
I'm such a whore, I get around.
Dammit, I can't leave out DarkBlack, that is one very nice guy with a wicked sense of humor and a legendary skill at photo shop that 99% of you will never understand what I am talking about.

The man is a genius sometimes and it is 99% NSFW, as it should be.

If I left ya out, it isn't because I don't love ya, everyone should go peruse the Blogroll. because we all need to stick together and you are on there for a reason.


This by no means even begins to start with my Prepper sites, shit, that is a whole nuther post with a whole nuther Blog list of favorites that would take another four hours.
You know who you are, I leave comments.

Thanks fer stopping by, I do get around a bit and wanted to say thanks.

Still Working At It

I pretty much let getting prepared go for a while, I had a buddy staying with me and he wasn't working  and both of my immediate neighbors aren't either.So I kinda used up a bunch of my food preps. He finally found a guy that needed his house taken care of for several months while he went commercial fishing in Alaska.
I have been in a financial hole for a while, shit happens and I am clawing my way back, I'm going to be OK for the forseeable future.
I did have one paycheck Friday that was pretty much free and clear after all these months and I took it and had a runaway with it at the local Bi Mart store.
I found an aluminum 32quart water bath canner that was only 7 bucks more than the traditional enameled one. Check. I got five more tomato cages to go over the plants my ex gave me too.
Got a case of beer and twenty pounds of cat food that was on sale at the check out for the same damn price as the ten pounder of the same brand I had.
Got the flea treatment for the fucking varmints while I was at it too.
They had Rice A Roni and those Cheezy Tater things on sale, 10 fer 10 bucks,bought thirty bucks worth of those damn things, the pantry is looking better all ready.
Four cases of canning jars and five extra boxes of lids, some pectin and a few canned goods.
A few other assorted things and walked out $191 and change lighter but I feel a whole lot better for it.
The garden is not going to do much this year, it was just too damned wet clear through June so I am going to wind up buying stuff to can but that's all right, I will.
The one thing I have to get, is one of those big propane burners from Harbor Freight so I can do that shit outside.

A sheet of plywood and the tail gate of my truck, two saw horses and I will be in business.

That reminds me, I need to dig out the dehydrator and put that sumbitch to work too.

Keep yer chin up and yer nose to the grindstone, it is going down hill at thirty two feet per second, per second*.

* The force of gravity.
Bet you didn't know I actually graduated two years of college with national honors and actually remember some of that useless info.Yep, I have an Associates Degree in Applied Science for Automotive Technology, Phi Theta Kappa, Who's Who in Junior College, 1991.

I'm still an Ornery Bastard, just edjumacated a little.

Desperate Old White People

I'm not talking about retirees eating cat food either.
Just look at this picture and see who is running the GOP and understand why I hate these motherfuckers with a passion.

Hopefully I will live long enough to see an extinction even worth watching.

The Million Dollar Mile

Right in front of my fucking house.

For the last two weeks I've endured traffic delays in what most of you might consider the middle of fucking nowhere. I live in the hills...coyotes, hawks and an owl hunt the field behind my place. Deer and racoons are common. Every now and then I'll have a half dozen or so cows in the yard 'cause they escaped from down the road. Whatever. Saves me from mowin'.

They've been patching my road (which didn't really need it, by the way) for the last two weeks. Big-ass machines ripping up the asphalt and flinging it into dumptrucks and bigger-ass machines laying down new pavement and could-give-a-shit workers leaning on shovels all fucking day on my fucking dime.

So I come home today, after totally denying OB's offer of a Jameson (I swear that bastard wants me to join him on the dark side...come to the dark side...we have cookies whiskey ). I get home and the traffic guy with the stop sign is in RIGHT in front of my driveway. I'm three cars back.

Oh, no you don't.

I pull out and go around and the traffic guy goes apeshit. He runs out waving his little stop sign like I just entered Area 51 or some shit like that. I put my turn signal on and point to my place...repeatedly. He's on some kind of traffic-guy-with-a-stop-sign power trip so he don't care. If they gave 'em guns I would have been shot for ignoring the authority of the guy with the sign. Fuck you.

I lean out the window and yell, "I live RIGHT THERE". He finally understands and yay, I get to pull into my own fucking driveway.

Feed the cats, go get the mail, talk to the guy. I apologize. "Dude, I live right here...I'm not waiting to get home when I already am. Sorry about that.". His excuse was he didn't see my turn signal. Yawn.

So asked him what the fuck? Why did they spend two weeks patching the road and then re-pave the whole damned thing? He shrugged. Didn't make sense to him either.

He could care, I reckon...job's a job now-a-days. And that's a pretty sad commentary on the State Of The Nation. I'd like to equate it with building freeways during the Great Depression but it isn't the same. Back then they were trying to put the nation back to work. Now they're just raping it for profit.

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