Go Read Marcy

The bullshit propaganda our fucking government tries to pull will make ya puke when you read it and then analyze it for what it is.

I will save my comment to her after I give you a taste of what our government prints out on Flash Cards for our soldiers to use on the civilians in other countries and is our "Official Position",until after I go puke in the sink.

I will tell ya now, if you don't read what Marcy Wheeler has to say at Empty Wheel, you are missing one of our national treasures muck raking on the shit our government tries to hide from us on a daily fucking basis.
She is so damn good, and digs in the legal weeds so far, she has trumped The New York Fucking Times before.

So, here is the short version of what our political and war mongering overlords think are the most admirable qualities of Amerika;

Here’s how the cards describe “the characteristics of American Culture”:

• Fast-paced.
• Punctuality.
• Women’s rights.
• Egalitarian, belief in equal opportunity; not outcomes.
• Goal-oriented.
• Individualism.
• Pragmatism.
• Tolerance.
• Separation of church and state.
• Value work and personal success.
• Love of technology.

and this is the comment I left for her, God bless the woman;

Hmm, nothing about it being OK to murder abortion providers, shoot peaceful protesters in the face with a skull breaking bean bag, alright for giant corporations to secretly deliver untold millions of dollars to influence national elections, let war criminals run at large or let entire financial industries to defraud millions of citizens.
Create an entirely new national security department out of thin air with the power to strip search citizens on a whim, including young children, seize their electronic devices at the border without a warrant and not have to give them back for six months or longer, can seize a persons money at the border and not have to give it back, ever?
Are we talking about the same country who thinks it is just peachy to use SWAT teams to deliver a summons to court,after they blow the door off a person who is three blocks away from the address on the summons and shoot to death that person for trying to defend their loved ones from a perceived home invasion?
You talking about THAT Amerika?
Because I am.
Are you sure they weren’t talking about Pakistan,Iran or some other autocratic state instead of Amerika?

Go give it a read and  leave your thoughts.

I give her two thumbs up.

A Couple More Reasons The Supreme Court Should Have Term Limits

Let me tell ya up front, I hate that fucking Anthony Scalia with a Hard On I would put up against a Ginsu knife and I wailed like a little bitch when that motherfucker Roberts lied his ass off and got appointed as Chief Justice.

Get a load of this shit;

I gotta give the lawyer dude props for sticking his middle finger in Scalia's eye though.

Fuck you Fat Tony, ya piece of corporate bought shit.

If there was ever a case to get rid of some crooked judges, the Ninth ain't the place to start.

Are You Fucking Kidding Me?

Sitting here relaxing after work and watching the local news when I hear some outrageous fucking shit.

The Occupy Portland branch got a visit from the local Department of Homeland Security, telling them to disperse out of a public fucking park or face arrest.

Excuse me?
Who the fuck do you think you are, you sonsabitches?
This is a Portland CITY police issue and you cocksuckers can go back across the river and go back to fondling travelers at the fucking airport.

Twenty five protesters did get arrested, by the fucking police and charged with trespassing.

Really, the DHS for a protest?
Uhmm, fuuuuuuuck you.

No, really, I am serious, you can go break one off in your ass if you think
you can just waltz into a peaceful protest and start telling people what to do inside a city fucking park.

How much ya wanna bet the fuckers had sunglasses on?

I have been bitching about these  assholes since the day that punk assed motherfucker Stupie McFuckwit saw fit to create that fucking vipers nest all those years ago.
Stazi anyone?

Papers citizen...

Fuck that shit.

God Damn that fucking bastard asshole and the Supreme court for inflicting that nut licker on the citizens of this country.
It will be generations before we get rid of all of his and his cronies fucking legacy and I for one, cannot fucking believe there is one dumb sonofabitch in this country who would even CONSIDER voting for another one of thoes power mad control freaks.

Let me give you a clue you fuckers, you DO NOT tell me how to live my life.
I am a full grown adult male and you can suck my fucking dick.

Update;

That fat fuck Michal Moore is addressing the crowd and just one more thought,
if the Feds are involved, some rich motherfuckers are shitting their pants over all this.

Good.

I is back

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Congressional Approval Estimated At Nine Percent

That is still fifty percent over rated.

I can't believe there is one sonofabitch who approves of our current crop of the money grubbing motherfuckers we  you, voted for doing a damn thing to do one motherfucking thing to do a Goddamn thing to help the working man,
Fuck you, Joe the Plumber,  do one fucking thing
besides try and suck off the Big Money Teat.,

Romney is a lock for the Republican nominee and I have said this before.

Perry is pissing a lot of money down a rat hole,
I don't even need to talk about the crazy bitch and Cain will be gone before January.

In the mean time, I have better things to do.

Have a nice fucking day and thanks fer stopping by.

Making Some Progress

I finally got off my dead ass and put the new to me instrument cluster in the also new to me Rat Mobile, the eighty El Camino that caused so much marital strife a ways back.

What a mess.

No gas gauge, not one dash light and all because some rookie took it out some time ago and completely destroyed a flexible printed circuit board behind it.
There are wires hanging out from under that fucker all over the fucking place.

I had to completely disassemble both of the fucking things and swap gauges, the circuit board and about forty screws and fifteen light bulbs.

I finally got the sonofabitch in and really weird shit was happening.
About six lights come on and stay on when ya turn the key on.

I don't have the faceplate and the lens in yet so I can mess with it.

I took it down to the gas station and put 32 bucks worth of gas in it until it was topped off and the fucking gas gauge still only registered 3/8ths of a tank, which disappointed me, I absolutely hate not having a gas gauge that works.

I brought the fucking thing back home and crawled under the dash again, looking at a multi colored plate of spaghetti hanging down and saw a big black one with a big brass eye on the end.

Black generally being the ground on American cars, I turned the key and touched the end to an exposed bolt and viola!,
The dash lights suddenly got really bright and the gas gauge went straight to full.

Like I said, some progress.
I bolted that wire down and will deal with the rest of the electrical problems at a later date.

My biggest concerns now are no fucking license plate light still and I keep hearing I have a brake light that ain't working.

The front seal on the crank is leaking pretty good and the first damn thing I did when I got home was to tighten an oil soaked alternator belt that squealed like a bitch all the way to work this morning.

That shit is just embarassing.

Just for fun, it got cold enough for the windshield to ice over and the heater fan has it's own schedule.

That won't be a problem after next week as the folks will be gone and I will be parking it inside a garage, right after I move my wife and kids from 85 miles away and fix that leaking seal so there isn't oil all over the floor.


Understand, I am not really bitching here, I knew this thing had issues but it starts right up and drives good.

It's a typical old Chevy and I like it.

Just for a giggle, it currently has a two tone paint job, primer grey and mostly primer black with Center Line wheels and a guy I work with has a six year old girl who loves old Hot Rods and he stopped me on the way by at work and told me that his little girl said she likes my car.

Ya gotta love it.

Good News For All You Tent City Folks

I am just going to leave the link to the story because I am so fucking disgusted at too little too late from this guy.

If ya's got something to say, get after it.

Oh ,Are You Fucking Kidding Me Louisiana?

How many brain dead mouth breathing mother fuckers do you have down there anyway?

You re elected that stupid sonofabitch Bobby Jindal?

At this point, all I can say is that you get what you deserve, ya fucking morons.

This country never ceases to amaze me with it's capacity for idiocy.

Have some more possum pie.

Fuck, REALLY?

Goddamit!
I fucking woke up at three fucking thirty in the morning last night, for no damn good reason and didn't go back to bed until seven, after several shots of whiskey.

Now I am up again at Oh Dark Thirty because some fucking ankle biter of a dog was barking it's fucking head off and I had to get up twice and open the back door to yell at the fucker to shut up.

The sonofabitch ain't in range for a good sling shot to the head either.
 A couple of doors away behind two fucking fences or it would be unconscience like I want to be right the fuck now.
 Apparently the cocksucker got the message finally.

Little motherfucker.

Of course, my dad is completely oblivious and I can hear him snoring away through the wall, God bless his heart.

Where is a fucking Ninja when ya need one?

Speak Up

Fer fucks sake, if ya take the time to stop by, you can tell me to shut the fuck up or at least leave a good recipe.

On average I get between two to three hundred hits a day and get two responses.
Don't make me downgrade to pictures of naked women, I will, gladly.

That would keep me too busy though.

Just fer shits and giggles, have some of this, I am done whining now .

Check Yer Six

As in look behind you.
B of A 's decision to transfer fifty five TRILLION dollars of toxic debt from it's Merrill Lynch division to it's own depositors to dodge millions in collateral is stinking up Wall Street.

At issue is BofA’s decision to shift what sources say is some $55 trillion in derivatives at Merrill Lynch to the retail bank unit, which houses trillions in deposits insured by the FDIC.
Critics say the move potentially imperils everyday depositors by placing their money and savings at risk should BofA run into trouble.
Sources say that the derivative transfers from Merrill to BofA’s bank subsidiary were sparked by credit-rating downgrades to the bank holding company and are meant to help BofA avoid having to fork over more money to post as collateral to its derivative counterparties.

Read more: http://www.nypost.com/p/news/business/sleight_of_hand_uy96iNSbW99JHMRnbxgvfL#ixzz1bVb3deb4

Start sharpening those pitch forks.

Ya knew they were going to try and fuck us again.

Too big to fail my ass, they need to be in fucking jail.

Seriously, when is our government going to do it's fucking job?


H/T FARK

Oh Yay

I have to drive by Best Buy going back and forth to work so I swung in there to see if my little what the fuck they call it note pad or something was fixed.
Yay!
 The hard drive took a shit.

Lost everything, which I ain't too worried about.

The bad news, the sonsabitches at Best Buy had to replace the hard drive.

Worse news, when I bought it , it had Windows 7 on the fucker and they tell me I gotta call Toshiba and order some "Recovery Discs".

Even better, that little fucker doesn't have a disc drive, so I have to wait a fucking week to get them, pay 25 fucking dollars and then take it back to best Buy to have them installed.

I told the young lady the fucker had Windows on it when I bought it from ya and why in the fuck doesn't it have it now?

Oh no,.
Then I says , you guys have Windows here don't ya?
Yes, but it is two hundred fucking dollars, my words, not hers.
So, get home and spend a half fucking hour with some dude from India, I gotta admit, his accent was Scotty next door until the numbers started getting sent back and forth, then it was obvious.

Now, I get to wait 3 to 5 days for shipping and have to take the fucker back to Best Buy to have the discs transfered to some kind of flash drive and have them get the cocksucker up and running again.

Jesus H. Fucking Christ.

The folks are headed out next week, have some carpet cleaning outfit coming on Thursday and I have to go deal with residual shit at the Weasel Den.


I had to go over there last night and dump off a ten pound bag of cat food.

The dude has moved in, it is completely different inside and he is happy.

BTW, Blogger changed their shit again and can suck my dick and Gaddafi is still dead.

I'm glad someone is....

No Access

Since I packed up all my shit out of the Weasel Den, it has been pretty spotty for me to have access to the tubes.
I need to go dig my old computer out from under the canopy of my truck.
Lots going on, been busy as hell, Please excuse my lack of posting.
I will try and get over there this weekend.
Thanks fer stopping by.


By the way, I woke up to the news that Ghaddafi is dead.
Could be a good day.

Occupy Wall Street Goes Global

Good.

It isn't like the only crooked banksters are indiginous to New York.

It is a world wide web of theivery and I am glad to see this gain strength and momentum.

As a matter of fact, right about now, my 74 year old father should be in downtown Vancouver Washington attending the protest there.

I am so proud of him.

Good on ya Pops.

If it weren't for the fact I wanted to come see the wife for a conjugal visit, I would have been standing right next to him.

Some things take precedence ya know.

All I know is what I have read as I have been sporadicly keeping up with these events but I can see at least three things.
One, it is working.

Two, there have already been changes come about politically, the PTB's are pissing down their legs because of the above point.

Three, it is bringing people who would never normally come into contact with each other close together and they all have found just how many of us are out there and Boy, Howdy, are we pissed.

All of it good, except if you are one of said Bankster or one of their hired
paid for political lackeys.

Fuck them.

So, keep the pressure on those sonsabitches and make 'em sweat.

Show them that the status quo is going to change and that it is inevitable.

When they start bailing out of the country, you will know it was all worth it.




Yes sir, we are coming for you fuckers and money won't save you, as we have seen all too many times over the course of this country, money can be taken away in a thousand different ways.

I first saw this over at my pals at Alternate Brain but I swiped it from another awesome dude, my pal Monkeyfister.

Fucking Cats

No, not mine, although that little bitch is still yet be brought here and left to fend for it's self again.

No, I made the mistake of letting my parents fucking cat in the bedroom by mistake and now here I am at Oh Dark Thirty and can barely see to type because the mother fucker wanted to go out, to do some undiscovered fucking business and now wants to cuddle.

Fuck you cat and have some fucking flying lessons.

I am going back to bed now and you can pry yourself off the wall while I am snoozing, Christ almighty, I am in such a good mood at what the fuck, ten after eleven and I have been asleep for a whopping hour and a half.

Three hours of overtime and a full schedule until the cows come home for the next several days.

Meow my fucking ass.

Git.
Gnite to you too.

Herman Cain? Really?HAHAHAHA!

Are you fucking kidding me?

Holy shit, the more I hear about this ignorant fuck, the more I laugh hysterically.


The last poll says he is a head of Willard, which just cracks my ass up.

I bet ya five bucks this ignorant fuck is out of the race by January.

Thank you Jesus, now let's find us a real candidate.

Let the most hard core out of touch and crazy motherfucking Republican bring the next craziest motherfucking Republican to the election next year and hope they stimulate the economy by spending their personal millions trying to get nominated, let alone elected to office.

The current incumbent can kiss my fucking ass too.

Damn, I Missed The Republican Debate Tonight

I also forgot to clean my fingernails.

Guess which one I regret the most, I dare ya.

Shit, Dancing With The Stars would have been more entertaining as long as I didn't have to worry about another nipple slip from that cow Nancy Grace.

George Dubbya Fucking Bush Is Glad To Be Back In Texas

That dirty sonofabitch should be glad he isn't sharing a cell with that other known War Criminal, Dick Fucking Cheney, in Leavenworth.

I can guarr an fucking tee you, those two rotten fucking pricks will be forever tattooed onto the brain pan that I still posess as the most criminal motherfuckers to walk the planet in the last twenty years.

Still supports the troops my ass.

The fact that not of that whole administration is not desparatley banging a tin cup against some seriously strong steel bars to this day, and every fucking day from now to eternity, seriously pisses me off.

Why am I hearing anything that weasel mother fucker has to say, other than, " I plead Guilty"?

Holy Fuck, Dearth Cheney doesn't even have a fucking pulse for Chrissakes...........
I know I am beating a dead horse here but for the life of me, Charles Manson has nothing on these guys.

Attention FaceBook Users.

Get the FUCK off my lawn, RIGHT THE FUCK NOW!!!

Jesus H. Fucking Christ!

OK, you people that I have never met that keep "Answering Questions" about me,


Fuck off and die.

Seriously, it is clogging up my Email and pissing me the fuck off.

I don't know you, you have never sucked my dick that I know of and I wouldn't admit it if I met ya.

Piss off.

This Facebook thing is completely out of control now and I think it just might go the way of my last meal, swirling around the bowl.

What the fuck is Farmville and why should I give a rats ass?

Quit fucking around and get a fucking life, leave me the fuck alone.

Update;

Problem solved.
This is the second time I deleted these sonsabitches and I see they made it a bit more difficult.

I will add you to the list of cocksuckers I won't acknowledge in public.

The Good News

My little Net Book is still under warranty.

The Bad News, I gotta drive clear in to Portland and find this fucking Best Buy place and drop it off and breathlessly await their decision to either fix it or replace it.

I could give a fuck one way or the other, just make it right.

It's not like I have nuclear clearance codes in the motherfucker.

They gave me a "free" antivirus disc that The Wife managed to put into it but it damn sure as hell missed something.

I actually got to talk to the "Geek Squad".

OK Dan, you have in coming pal.

Fix the sumbitch.

Old Habits Die Hard

Heh, I had to laugh.

Ten years ago I had a house that was built in the twenties and the only fucking bathroom in the joint was at the top of the stairs on the second floor.

The place had a wood fence and I would get lazy and take a piss off the back porch to save time and energy.

The G/F at the time used to throw fits about it buck fuck it, that is why God blessed me with outdoor plumbing.

Well now, the Wife and my Mother are both going have complete conniption fits but I have been miraculously been blessed with the same situation while neither one of them are here.

I was just in the kitchen trying to figure out what to make so my stomach quits growling like a tigers after a few missed hunts when I spotted their two dogs and put two and two together.

The dogs go out back to do their business, it is all fenced in, why not?


Yeah yeah, I know I am a crude sonofabitch but who the fuck will know, until I Blog
about it?

Now ya do and my bacon is cooking.
It ain't like I do it every day fer Chrissakes.

Oh,I need to wash my hands now because I will be handling food, an old habit from when I was a fry cook right out of High School.

Many, many, years ago.

Short order cook actually.

BWAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA.

See ya's.

Bye Bye Weasel Den

We spent all weekend moving shit and throwing, giving away and storing more stuff than a guy should legally be allowed to have.

I am beat and now I get the privilege to go back to the grind of work all week, then drive an hour and a half, go through all her shit, move it , drive back and go back to work again.

If I live through this month it will be a fucking miracle.

See ya's.

I'm Going Back To Bed

Fuck.
I woke up at quarter after five this morning.


Went to the bathroom and then came out to the front room and had a smoke, finished the beer I left.

My fucking big toes are all fucked up from the steel toed boots I have been wearing.

Come to find out, sometime in the last few years, my feet grew.

I wore a size ten shoe for thirty five fucking years.

Went to Portland last night after doing an internet search and found Al's Boot store.

I tried on ten different boots and every one of them was too tight before I even tied the laces.
The guy brings me a size eleven in an irregular.

BINGO!


The tongues are split on the seams in the back but I don't give a shit, they fit.

Even better, the steel toe isn't actually on the inside, it is on a flap that fits over the outside of the boot.

Thank you Lord.

We are going to the Weasel Den and starting to clean that fucker out later today.

Oh Boy, that promises to be a good time.

I can see at least one dump run in my future.

Right now it is quarter after six and I am going back to bed and snuggle with the little cutie.

Hmmm, Could Be It Ain't Over Yet

Interesting conversation tonight with The Wife.
Stubborn damn thing.

Apparently it's all about the conversing.
Who'da thunk it.

Not something I am real good at, to say the least.

Not that I am adverse to such a thing, it's more of a women's thing.
It's always about the talking.

Sorry, get me a beer and show me yer tits and you have my undivided attention.

Maybe it's more of a strategy thing.

We seem to have completely different ways of communicating.

Like I am the first dumbass to figure this out.

It's not like I don't give a shit, I just have to spend more time reading those fucking magazines that ya see when you are waiting for the fat lady and all her screaming little duplicates to get through the fucking check stand so I can crack a cold one that I seem to spend so much time looking at lately.

Whatever.

It seems I am going to get a crash course.

Just because I am a nice guy, I shared my Kit Kat with her.

BWAAAHAHAHA,
Chocolate, the ultimate weapon.....

Arguing With A Woman Is Like Wiping Yer Ass On A Wagon Wheel

It never ends.

It's like I told a guy, they always get the last word and the next thing you say is a brand spanking new argument.


I gave up on the El Camino, It just wasn't worth it.


I will pick my battles but arguing over a fucking car like that is a waste of time, there are millions of fucking cars out there.

I have better things to do.

She did apologize for hanging up on me and I will be the first to admit I am a Dick but don't expect me to change anytime soon.

I will find that 61 Falcon/ Ranchero I have been wanting and Then the game will be on.

Just fer shits and grins, she tells me she wants the keys to this blog.

Insert insanely maniacal laughter here.

I will set up her own blog but this fucker is mine, all mine, and no, you can't go there.

Honey baby, you can comment here until the cows come home but you are not going to post here, ever, till death do us part.
You, me and this Blog.

Shit, I am still waiting for the Big Black Suburbans to show up at any time and I will be looking for someone to post bail.


I will, however, consider creating a new Blog that we can do together.

If I do, you can damn be sure you want to tune into that, you can rest assured it would be.... entertaining.

And So It Begins

You know, that marriage thing.

It's been over a month now and we are having our first real disagreement.
Right off the bat, let me tell you she is absolutely right.

That, however, does not deter me

I can be a stubborn sonofabitch.

As you who stop by already know, I have been putting serious miles on my old Ford F-150, about 1500 miles a month the past few months and the damn thing only gets 15 miles a gallon.
I have a great friend who occasionally goes to car auctions and gets vehicles pretty damn reasonable so I told him I wanted some little beater with a four banger and a five speed so I wasn't getting killed on gas.

Months go by and lo and behold he calls me yesterday and tells me he has a 1990 ford Ranger that qualifies.
It ain't pretty, one door has a big dent in it and he has an early 80;s El Camino too.

Both are painted flat black primer.
I drove the Ford and it has some issues but it is a runner.

Me and him go back a long ways and cash usually isn't an issue, shit, I owed him eighty bucks for seven months and never heard a word.
I had a riding mower given to me, I gave him that and a Moped and all is good.

Anyways, we are at the folks today, helping them pack up and move a bunch of stuff into the garage before they leave and we move in and my Pal shows up with the El Camino.

It ain't real pretty but it runs good and it ain't completely beat to shit.

Disclaimer, I have been a Ford guy for many years now but I have also owned two El Camino's back in the day and loved both of 'em. A 71 and a 67, the 67 was my favorite but it had a straight six and three on the tree, something a kid under forty wouldn't have a fucking clue how to drive.

Anaway's, again, back to the current dilema, I want that Chevy now, after bitching about fuel mileage for months.
My commute is only ten fucking minutes now but the wife is throwing a fit about the gas mileage on it.

Yes, it has a four barrel carb, I made sure of that on the test drive down a residential street before I even opened the hood.

It also has a hard top over the bed and a built in water leak better known as a Sun Roof.

There are a bunch of wires hanging under the dash and no stereo but I was an automotive electrical specialist for ten years and that doesn't phase me.

My pal Steve will throw in a radio, I will trade him the old F-150 and we will make a deal.

Unfortunately, the wife seems to think this is a bad idea and she is just as fucking stubborn as I am, if not worse.

I might not get any nookie for a while but I am going to get that El Camino.

A guy has to do what he has to do.
I am keeping The Beast, my 67 Ford Highboy 4 wheel drive.
It's ugly too, paint doesn't make something like that run better or get better mileage.
9 MPG, uphill, downhill, loaded or empty, I keep it around for the nasty winters we get around here.

Do ya know anyone with too much money and not enough sense?
I have a 1964 Austin Healey Sprite for sale now. Apparently I am currently limited to two toys at this time.


2 door convertible 1275 engine bored out .040 over with less than 2000 miles , rebuilt trans, all steel tilt front end, not stock, as a matter of fact, I can think of only one bolt that I haven't taken off this car.

No interior, has a roll bar and is turn key.

She is going to pitch a fit but there is a reason I call myself the Ornery Bastard.

Any prayers for my continued safety would be greatly appreciated.

I can see sleeping with one eye open for a while is in my future.

Yes, I Am Disturbed

Fucking ear worm, this tune has been rattling around in my head for two damn days now, even in my sleep.

Your welcome.



Just fer shits and grins, here is one my favorites;

Damn I'm Tired

My first full day out in the production room.

Like I said in the last post, I have been having a hell of a time sleeping all night lately.
This morning I woke up at Oh dark fucking thirty again, 4:00 AM.

I was going to go back to sleep but the low battery warning on my cell phone started beeping and when it does that, I don't trust that little fucker as far as I can throw it.
Usually it will beep once and die.
Soooo, I laid there trying to stay awake, of course, I dozed off but my mind must have been aware of my anxiousness not to be late for a job that I just started Monday and that I am on double secret probation for the next six fucking months, so I woke the fuck back up and turned the lights on.
Fucked around on the computer trying to catch up with some of my favorite sites for a while and bailed out.

There is a reason I have left those butt munchers in D.C. alone for a while, I don't need the added aggravation right now, I have a lot on my plate as it is.

Got to work, this time only twenty minutes early instead of eleven fucking hours like yesterday, and started in.

Basically, now I am a Millwright.

It's still turning wrenches, you know, Lefty loosie, Righty tighty, but it is all on things I have never seen before so there is a steep learning curve.

Mostly, figuring out where the hell what I am supposed to be working on is because all of their machinery has a number and I have no fucking clue where that certain machine is yet and I just saw the insides of the place for the first time yesterday afternoon.

I had to take a test for confined space entry ( thank you, Demeur) and Lock out tag out protocol.

Wouldn't ya know it, first thing this morning I had to do a lock out tag out and go get an oxygen meter to go down where the machine was we were going to take out with an over head crane.

This place uses Argon gas like crazy and that shit is odorless, tasteless yet non toxic, but it is heavier than air and will collect like water in the under ground pits with grates over head.
It will fucking keeel you if it fills up the pit and displaces the oxygen and without this oxygen sensor with alarms, you won't have a clue of what is happening to you except you just feel real sick, right before you die.

Anyway's, this is getting long.
My feet are killing me from the new steel toe'd boots I have to wear and I am beat from lack of sleep.

Come to me my pretty little pint of whiskey, Daddy needs a good nights sleep.

Speaking of Daddy, today is my Dads Birthday.

I need to make a phone call.

Thanks fer stopping by.

I Hate It When That Happens.

Fuck me, what a day.

I went to that new job yesterday, only to be led to a conference room and got sat down with four fucking 3 ring binders and twelve pages of shit to look up and study.

Unfortunately, the dude didn't quite make it really clear just what it was I was supposed to look up and he disappeared.

Being the quick reader I am, I read it all.

By the way, he says there will be a test on this.

After about an hour of reading all this crap this morning, again,, it got real fucking technical, as in rocket science shit.
Some guy finally comes in and tells me I am doing it wrong and these are the things I am supposed to be reading.

Nice.

I spent all day today going over that and the rocket science part, which gave me eye strain and a huge brain fart.

Anyone out there know what the fuck 1.03times ten to the third power torr equals just how many microns of vacuum?

I sure as fuck don't have a clue.

I have worked with vacuum trucks but we always used inches of vacuum.

Then they got into about seventeen different kinds of thermo couples and just when and where they could be used and how often they had to be tested and replaced and just about then my fucking eyes glazed over.

Uncle!

Oh no, then they got into how they had to be tested and there are several different applications for these little fuckers depending on what they are wired into and how.

By now I had to go outside and have a smoke and figure out how I am going to bullshit my way out of this on the test.

I have no clue.

I kinda figured out the testing they are talking about and what it is for but fuuuuck me if I know what the fuck else they are talking about.

Two fucking days I have been going through this.

On another note, just for shits and grins, The Wife mentioned the other day how slow my new Net Book was.
She did some maintenance on it, right after I did because I had noticed it too.
Scan that sonofabitch until the cows come home and it says everything is fine.

My ass.
It up and fucking died yesterday to the point I can't even get it to start in Safe Mode.

Dirty sonsabitches that get their rocks off sending viruses, they need to be gutted like a fish.

Sure as shit, even the Windows 7 sir fixalot has no clue.

I ain't got time for that shit right now.

I tried getting this old bastard PC up and going and it gave me fits for an hour, just to find out the wireless mouse went tits up in the mean time.

Back in the truck down to Bi Mart to get a new one.
Brought it home and fucked with it for a half hour and by then I was completely whupped from the last three weeks and the stress of the new job.

Fuck it, out I went.

It was still daylight when I called it a day.

Ain't been sleeping for shit either, I keep waking up in the middle of the night and can't go back to sleep.


Ahhh, there I am, in Dream Land, all of a sudden I hear a fucking lawn mower!

WTF?

I wake up pissed clear the fuck off and roll over and it is pretty dark.

I glanced at my watch, didn't have my glasses on and was instantly pissed.

Who the fuck is mowing their lawn at quarter after seven in the morning?

I jumped the fuck up and grabbed the 18 volt flashlight and headed out the door to chew some motherfucker a new asshole when a little light went off in my head....

Quarter after seven, in the morning?

I'M FUCKING LATE!!!

Hoooly shit!
I ran back in the Weasel Den and threw my britches on and brushed my teeth, jumped in the fucking truck and hauled fucking ass.

Of course, the roads are all tore up around here and the speed limit is 45 for five miles.

I finally hit the freeway and stomped on it.

I came flying into the parking lot with the brakes trying to lock up, dove out of the truck half awake and ran up to the front doors.

They were locked.

I saw a side door open but you can't go in there without safety glasses or they will write yer ass up.

Back to the truck, dig out the tool bag, dump it on the seat and find my Stevie Wonder safety glasses and dive in.

I went straight to the conference room and, what a surprise, it was locked too.

I found some guys in the lunch room and told them I was late and needed to talk to so and so. They looked at me and said he wasn't there yet.

Now I am confused because it is quarter to eight and he starts at seven.

They get on the horn and page some other dude and after ten minutes I went and had them go to call him again because it is loud in there and he might not have heard the page.

Never mind , this guy says, we will just go find him.
Walk across the whole plant, meet the guy and tell him who I am looking for and he says, "He doesn't come in until seven".
I says, it's quarter to eight and I am late.
The guy looks at me and says, "in the morning".

The little light comes on in my head again.

I am eleven fucking hours early.

I fucking hate Fall.

Apparently that gave me enough time to come home and figure out the problem with the new mouse.

It's been a long , long, fucking day and I am going to fall down again.

The Stats Don't Lie

I can certainly tell I haven't been posting nearly as often as I used to when I see the stats for this last week, they are down by roughly half.

Hopefully I can get back into the groove here shortly now that I ain't on the road all the time.
Shit, I haven't even visited some of my favorite site myself in the last three weeks.

In the mean time, thanks to those who do stop by and I will see about getting back with the program here in a while.
I started that new job today, kinda.
I spent eight hours going through four 3 ring binders with protocals, business practices and safety procedures so I can take a test on stuff I have no idea what they are talking about.
Technical stuff I have never even heard of.

I have some confidence in myself though.
I saw some guys working there that tells me I have a pretty good chance.

Everyone I met today were all very nice and friendly, they would walk by and stop and introduce themselves and shake my hand.

That is very encouraging.

Wish me luck, I am already digging the ten minute commute, that shit is awesome.

Here We Go Again

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On The Road Again

Fuck me.

5:30 in the fucking morning and I am hitting the road, again.
I gotta be in Eugene Oregon at 7:30 but I have plenty of time, it's about an hour from where I am right now.
Then I get to do some running around and get back in the truck and drive back to Vancouver Washington just for the distinct pleasure of pissing into a little cup.

Fuck you, Ronnie Reagan. Asshole.

I don't even remember hauling all my shit down three floors and loading it into the truck last night.
I must have known I was going to get hammered and did it before I passed out.
Good for me because I certainly don't feel like doing it this morning, the coffee hasn't kicked in yet.
Damn, I am tired.
I have been working my ass off.

Oh well, it beats laying around on my dead ass I guess.

One more road trip, hopefully, before I start the new job.

I am going to be one busy little fucker here this month.
What I haven't told you what is coming up is that I am going to be moving at the end of next month also.
My folks are going to Arizona for six months instead of the usual three and they are going to by a house down there.
Me,Mrs, Ornery and the boys are going to live in their current domicile while they are gone and pay them some rent.

The guy next to me in the trailer park is going to buy the Weasel Den for what I paid for it and in the mean time, we are going to find a place to live after the folks get back.

I am going to be just a wee bit busy here shortly.
The wife lives an hour and a half away from the Weasel den so I am going to have to rent a truck, then, I am going to have to get rid of a bunch of shit I have collected over the years again, and haul all of my shit to my folks.
The one nice thing is that that is only ten minutes from there.

So, pray for me, I am going to be one busy little dude here shortly.

I Hate It When That Happens

Holy Fuck.

I was talking on the phone to some nice young lady trying to pay those over priced motherfuckers at Verizon when I took a swig off the jug and that sonofabitch went down the wrong pipe.

FUUUUUUUUCK me!
Coughing, choking, wheezing and talking like I had a rasp ran up and down my throat ensued.

Damn, ya haven't lived until ya've had 40 proof go down the wrong way.
It'll get yer attention real quick.

I finally got enough wind to finish the conversation, I think the poor dear was going to try and call 911 for me.

I finally convinced her I was good to go.

Damn, that was harsh.

I'm just glad my seven dollar fast food dinner didn't come up.

I hate that.

The Wife tells me on the phone tonight that I am in no uncertain terms that I am going to come see her this weekend, even if she has to come get me for a round trip of over a hundred and sixty miles.

My thoughts on this are mixed.

Should she leave her panties at home or wear them so I can rip them off with my teeth?

Personally, I vote for the latter.

Ya, Ya, I am a horn dog, I know, I was a dirty old man when I was ten fucking years old and now I have perfected it into an art form.

Just for shits and grins, I have been working at a college for the last two weeks and have seen HUNDREDS of hot little nubiles walk by En Mass in their short shorts and tank tops and have not only not been slapped yet but they haven't called the cops yet. I have had several little cuties smile at me.They know, and I know, there be no touchy but it sure as hell makes an old guy feel good to have a little cutie not run away screaming while dialing 911.....

Oh yeah, I know I am married now but I can still look and I can't wait to get back and be with the hottest one of all.

Those little cuties are fun to watch but My Baby has it going on like they won't ever understand.

OHHHHHHH yeah, My baby takes Damn good care of me.


I ain't just talking shit, either.
my wife IS ABSOLUTELY FUCKING AWESOME!

I am sure there will come a day when she get's pissed off at me and I ain't a bit worried about that, I know how much it costs to get divorced and she is going to be stuck with my narrow ass, she is the one that wanted to get married.*

In the mean time it is adults only, rated "R" and y'all have a nice day!


* Take my word for it, I thought long and hard before I asked her to marry me.

Been there, Done that before.
She is a good woman.

That Was Fast!

I went to that job interview yestrday and talked to a pretty nice guy but he had a strange accent and I had trouble understanding him. He asked lots of questions too.

I have a few weak spots, I'm not a licensed electrition for one.

Well, as you can probably tell from your own experiences at interviews, I was a tad nervous.
It is a maintenance position for a company that is world wide.

Apparently I said the right things because I got a phone call from the placement agency lady a little before lunch today telling me that the interview went really well and I am to report for work on Monday!

I let out a huge WHOO HOO!

Then I toldher that it was awesome and thanked her too.
I am currently two and a half hours away from home working under a deadline that this job HAS to be done by Friday. We pulled twelve hours today and made good progress but it is going to be close.

I told the Boss Man about the news and told him I have to be back in Vancouver Friday afternoon to go piss in a cup for this outfit.
I ain't worried about the piss test, it's the getting the fuck out of here in time.

There is more to this story but that kinda lets ya know what is going on.

To say I am stoked to get a full time, long term job ten fucking minutes away from home would be an understatement.

I still have some other things coming down the tube to tell ya about but I am going to string you along for awhile until I get a battle plan hammered out.

I would like to thank everyone for their best wishes for not only my recent wedding but also for this job interview.

It means a lot to me and I want you to know that.
I have had a lot of support from people I have never met yet are people I would like to call my friends.

OK, I just put in a twelve hour shift and I am fucking beat.
I may have to do it again tomorrow but I will be doing it with a slight hangover because I am going to celebrate a wee bit before I fall down and go thud.

Thanks again fer stopping by.

Job Interview

I has one at ten in the morning.
I am really hoping it goes well too. Ten minutes from the Weasel Den, full time with Bennies and a decent wage doing maintenance work for a manufacturer.

It's kind of a weird deal.
This company doesn't do direct hiring, they use a placement company that specializes in Craftsmen.
Then, when you get placed , you work for this company but actually turn in your time and get paid by the placement agency.
If you make it past the ninety day probationary period, the company you actually work at has the option of putting you on their payroll as a permanent employee.
The lady that interviewed me said she has over thirty employees at one place that have have never been placed on the payroll and have been there over eight fucking years!
She also told me that I was qualified for three other jobs that were on her desk right that minute.

The best part is this doesn't cost me a dime.

The placement agency actually pays the benefits and if you have been working for over a year they actually pay you for two weeks of vacation.
Win, Win.

I am SO hoping to get this position.

I have a ton of other shit going on I will divulge later, I have now worked seven days in a row doing what I have been at since March, it's honest work but it can be very physical at times and involves a lot of walking back and forth at times.
I busted my narrow ass hard enough last week in some serious heat enough I had to poke a new hole in my belt.
When yer as skinny as I am, that's doing something.

So, wish me luck.

Now ya know why there hasn't been much going on around here, I been busy.

Thanks fer stopping by.

Bring Out Yer Dead

Who would have thought that folks can't afford ten thousand dollar funerals any more?

According to the USA Today, the dead tree version of the news that is afforded to me gratis at the hotel I am currently burrowed into, the entire country has seen at least a ten percent increase in unclaimed bodies and funerals for indigent people.

Increasingly, counties are opting for cremations over burials because it is cheaper.

Just in case you didn't know, if you croak and are old enough to collect Social Security, the government will pay out a whopping $250 for your remains to be taken to the local land fill.

The last I heard, it costs a grand just to be cremated.

Ya might as well just have a couple of guys dragging a cart down the street yelling out "Bring out Your Dead" like they did back in Europe when the plague was in full bloom.

Eh, just leave me out for the vultures, when I'm dead, I won't give a fuck anyway.

This is just one more aspect of the Republican plan that seems to be working a little too well these days.

Fuck You Todd

Laugh my ass off, you thought I was going to let that shit slide?

This is yer 15 minutes of fame pal.

For those of you who have no clue about what I am fucking with him for, We occasionally have reason to be aquainted with each other for extended periods of time and my friend dogs my ass constantly.

Old man jokes abound.

He is one of those guy's who fucks with ya all damn day.

Take my word for it, I give it right back, ya punk assed little bitch.

He could turn me into a pretzel if he wanted to but it is all in good fun.

He is nice enough to turn his girlfriends onto this site and some other dudes too and I have to thank the little fucker for that.
As a matter of fact, I am going to bestow upon him the coveted honorary Ornery Bastard with oak leaf clusters.

I do believe there are under five people who I have done that for.

So, here is a hearty Fuck You dude.

Lol, see ya's when I see ya's.

Rick Perry Is An Idiot

The guy is worse than Stupie McFuckwit fer chrissakes.
The more I hear come out of his pie hole the more I see a polished turd.

That guy is scary fucking stupid.

So much Fun, So Little Time

I don't know about anyone else with a Blog but I actually surf my Blogroll on a regular basis.
They are on there for a reason, because I like what they have to say and how they say it.

Sometimes because of the lack of time, I can barely get past the "B's" or the "F's". It is alphabetical.

Other times I have a bit more latitude and I can get clear to the bottom.

Just because I don't leave a comment once in a while does not mean that I ain't paying attention to what you have to say.
I am.
I do have my favorites and you can find me on your Stat Counter.

I also can't stress enough how much I appreciate your comments and feed back.
Even you, Ben Dover and the anonymous guy who keeps wanting pictures of my wife's ass.Ya gotta know I have a sense of humor too.



I would sincerely like to thank those of you who take the time to stop by my little rant hole and a special thank you to those of you who actually link to my rambling mess of the words that are available to me.

We all have our own opinions on the events that affect us every day and there are some extraordinarily articulate folks among us who have a talent for putting their thoughts into words.

Others, like me, have their own way of expressing what happens to be going through their minds in their own way, apparently, some of you reading this can relate to my mind set and I thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading my outlook on the current clusterfuck we get to call life in this day and age.

There are others who have actually donated some serious cash money to me and I would like to take a moment to give those folks a very special Thank You, ya know who ya are.

I have been venting my spleen here and at my other site for over six years now, I kinda think that makes me some kind of author, either that or some crazy fucking bastard with a problem with letting shit go.

Either way, as long as I have access to the tubes, I am going to continue screaming into the void and I thank you for watching the melt down.
Ya know it's going to be a good time, kinda like watching a Nascar multi car smash up in slow motion.


Update;

I went out to have a smoke and ran into a couple of older gentlemen who had come out early this morning and put up the American flag along the little bit of asphalt we call Main Street around here.
They do it every major holiday as a volunteer service and you would have to be blind dumb and deaf not to know they are veterans from a long damn time ago.

I put out my smoke and helped them roll up some of the flags and thanked them personally.

The next motherfucker who calls me a traitor because I don't tow to the Republican talking points gets a broken fucking nose.

Ten Years After

Jesus Christ, they are kicking a dead horse like their lives depend on it.

I am already sick, to fucking death, of the media orgy already.
I even listened to some jack ass fucking mental health asshole expert while I was stuck in a five mile long traffic jam trying to explain how we need to speak the truth to wee little young ones about what happened on that day, before they were even born.

Listen up here folks.
I am well aware that those fuckers scored a touch down when we weren't looking and that several thousand people lost their lives and that it really fucked up thousands of families.
I wasn't there but I watched it as it happened.
My utmost sympathies go out to those who were affected by this atrocity.

The effects can still be felt.
What really pisses me off is these media whores trying to make a buck off of this travesty.

Scumbags and douchebags, every mother fucking one of them.

Now we have this "Credible Threat" they are spouting for the anniversary.

Cough it up motherfucker.

We have already lost every freedom imaginable because some scaredy cats in government positions and some freakazoids with authoritarian agendas think they know what is best for us "Sheeple"

I have news for you sonsabitches, we, as a people, ain't afraid of shit.

Bring your shit and if we find you, you are a dead motherfucker, period.

So, as this anniversary of the single worst attack this country has ever sustained on our own soil nears.
Remember those innocents who's lives were lost, also remember we have inflicted that to other countries tenfold.

We are not all that and a bag of chips.
We are human and we die just like every other citizen of any other country.

The only thing that makes us different is the whore mongering assholes amongst us who want to make a buck off of other peoples misery and suffering and business is good for them.

God Damn their souls to Hell.


Here is some other Ten Years After, as it should have been.


My condolences to the families of the victims of 9/11/ 2001.
I won't ever forget either.

Political Circus

That is what our president actually called what the fuck has been going on with our elected representatives.

My question is, who the fuck is the Ring Leader?

Pick One

I ain't going to link to a fucking thaing, It's all swirelling the terlet.

The Dow and the consumers index is trying to find the bottom of a dead mine shaft and the housing market is exactly where it was predicted to be four years ago.

Thank you Timmy and Fuck you Ayn Rand.

Greenspan is a proven idiot and the entire countries Attorney Generals are going to let the Banking thieves off yet again.

I say drag their lying asses out in the street and let's have a burn out contest, winner take all, no fucking lawyers allowed.
We get what is left in our driveways and they get the soaking wet rotten fucking mess they brought.How in the fuck are we supposed to run against quarter million dollar cars when we can barely afford the gas to even start ours?

Run what ya brung.

Every staple I find in my tire takes out two assholes and one secretary.


I may have to fire up The Beast, just for fun.

Joe Lieberman Is A Dick

No particular reason for this post other than that I hate that turncoat motherfucker with a passion and like to remind myself of that fact from time to time.

The Professional Left Strikes Again

I'm telling ya, Blue Gal is absolutely brilliant.

Talk to the fucking hand Cantor.

12%?

So,Congress is coming back in session.

I was reading the dead tree version of the local rag they call a newspaper around here and see that Congress has a whopping 12% approval rating.

First of all, I think that is a bit optimistic of a figure.

Second, just who are these 12%?

They most certainly haven't been paying attention.
12% of Americans actually approve of what Congress has done since the last election.

These people are willfully, Ignorant, Stupid, Mother, Fuckers.

The only other explanation would be that there is a fuckload more lobbyists in this country than I could ever imagine.

Even Stupie McFuckwit never got much under 28% and just astounded me even at that.

No, twelve percent tells me someone has their thumb on the scale because the current crop of dumb as rusty hammers doesn't even deserve that much.

There should be an automatic recall kill switch new election kind of thingy if their approval rate dips below Stupies all time low.

Approaching just one tenth of the population being happy should tell those dumb cocksuckers something ain't right in La La land.

Even now, they are gearing up and trying to raise money for an election that is still ONE YEAR AWAY!

This never ending vote stumping seriously affects what business they should be taking care of.
Renaming post offices doesn't do a fucking thing for this country except for some fucking painter somewhere who gets a quick name change job on the front of a fucking post office.

I don't even know why I bother to vote anymore.

Fucking bastards could give a rats ass what I think and do what their owners want without fail.
Just remember when 90% of us told them in no uncertain terms not to bail out those crooked fuckers on Wall Street?
That even beats 12% and they said Fuck You, we're doing it anyway.

Nope, unless you are a multi millionaire or a Mega Corporation, you do not exist.

They are actually afraid of the average constituent, especially when they are gathered in large quantities.
I see now some cock bite asshole representatives are trying to charge a fee if you want to talk to them face to face.
I have two words for that nonsense;

Fuck, That.

We pay your fucking salary, you arrogant fucking jack ass.
You work for us, arrogant fucking jack ass.

If I want to talk to you about something I find to be important enough to expend my energy and express my concerns to you about, you make the fucking time and effort to make your sorry fucking ass available to me, your employer.

If you have the gall to try and charge me for that, I am on the phone to the ethics committee, the same day, capiche?

That shit needs to stop yesterday.

So, as I sit here, I am still decidedly puzzled as to just who this 12% is and if they actually exist or is it a figment of someones imagination?

I seriously doubt that if I went outside and randomly asked people who were walking by whether or not they approve of the job Congress has been doing that I would find a single aye.

More than likely I figure I would encounter expressions of outrage and disgust, universally.

Who Says I Don't Have A Sense Of Humor?

This isn't starting out the way I had envisioned....

Yes, I know I am a skinny bastard and the "old " jokes are getting just that.
Quit pissing me off and get the fuck off my lawn.

Busy

Too many irons in the fire, been killing myself trying to make a few bucks.
The Good Lord willing, I need to get the fuck out of here and go talk to someone.

I haven't had the internets for a few days and now I have to bail.
My honeys is coming to see me. Bwaaahaahaaaa.

See ya's.

It's Time For "That" Talk

Ok, now that everyone is snuggled in their own little bunkers and I have seen the stories of the shelves in every store being empty, it is time to say, we told you so.

Not that I ever, ever wanted to see something like this happen but here it is and don't you feel just a tiny bit bad for chasing around looking for D batteries at the last second?
I can't begin to count the times I have seen people roll their eyes and look down their noses at "Preppers".

Not quite as stupid as you thought we were, are we?

I feel bad for folks that are staring at the weather event of their young lives with no fucking clue where to go or what to do.


I just had this conversation with my new wife, I have been dancing around the topic for quite a while now, she has a pretty good idea that at least some form of supplies are in her future.The first thing she asked me after I brought it up again was whether or not I have a dehydrator.
Told ya she is a keeper.

I love her dearly and before we got married her excuse was no where to store anything.

Ahem.

Even in an apartment, there are places to store some survival supplies.

Now every Tom Dick and Harriett on the East Coast just figured that out.

My heart goes out to those just figuring this out.

We still have no place to live together but just had a short conversation about this very subject.
As most of you know, I live in a 35 foot long Fifth Wheel Travel Trailer.

I had a guy build me a pantry out of a closet that I have no idea what the original intent was for. It is right next to the fridge in the kitchen area.
At one time, I had enough food stored to last me six months, easy.

Where I live, water is not that much of a problem in an emergency, The Columbia River is a mile wide and five blocks away with another, small tributary eight blocks the other way.

I saw another post today complaining about toilet paper. That is a biggie.

When you have ladies and young children with you, buy that by the truck load.

For those of you who are telling yourselves that I have never been through a Hurricane, let me tell you about the storms we get on the West Coast that qualify, they just don't get names.

I have been through storms with sustained winds of 125 mph before, tornadoes and Ice storms that shut down a city with a million people for days.


What I am trying to do is open up a dialogue with some folks who are getting a pounding and never thought it would happen to them.
It's only too late if you are dead.

I sure as shit wouldn't be ready for a major shit storm like what is happening back East right this second but I can guarantee you that I would be one thousand times better off than seventy percent of those who just sat on their hands, watching this blow right into their front yards.

Even without a major hurricane coming your way, just inflation and food shortages alone should make you look around and see if you can't find a way to put a little emergency stash away.

Take my word for it,come what may, it is a great feeling of security to know that if the lights go out, that you know you and yours are going to be safe, healthy and sound when the lights come back on.

You certainly don't have to be a full on Prepper but as they always say, the more the merrier.

These aren't weirdos, they are fellow Americans and they would love to talk to you.

They would love to show you how to throw a screw right back into your grocery store by using coupons and have a wealth of information gathered from friends and family, including the things our parents and Grandparents learned the hard way during the last Depression.
They still work folks.

God Bless ya and I am anxiously awaiting the safe return of some of my Blog buddies.

Buckle Up East Coasters!

Hurricane Irene is heading your way and I'm not talking about crazy uncle Charlies wife.

This is going to be ugly.

They are talking about a thirty foot storm surge hitting New York.

For those of you who have never lived by the ocean, imagine a three story wall of water trying to find a place to go in a hurry.

If you can get out, do it.
Trying to play He Man Super Guy will get you fucked up in a bad way if you are near that body of water.
Find some high ground.

In the mean time, get some supplies laid in.

Clean drinking water is going to be at a premium.

Non perishable food, light and a way to stay warm and comfortable while you sleep are hugely important also.

Please be safe.

Update;

Mayor Bloomberg just announced a mandatory evacuation for the first time in the cities history for anyone living in low lying areas by 5 P.M. tomorrow.That includes two major airports, the entire subway system and a few million residents.

Don't be a fucking dumbass, get out now.
And for those of you who have been snickering about preppers,your time has come.
They are shutting down all means of mass transit as of tomorrow.

Remember Katrina folks.

Mission Accomplished

It's finally a done deal.
Let me introduce to you my lovely Bride, Mrs. Ornery Bastard.

Am I a lucky sumbitch or what?
Damn, she is beautiful.

She wanted to share a couple of pictures, sorry ladies, I am married now.

It was somewhere between ninety and ninety five on Sunday and us boys could sure feel it. Wearing black shirts, pants and shoes with a freakin' tie strangling us just for good measure.

The actual ceremony only lasted a little over ten minutes and went exceptionally well.
It was a very pretty setting and quite a few folks actually showed up.
I would like to say Thank You to each and every one of them, it meant a lot to us.

It was the fiasco of getting all the pictures taken that took another two hours, with me chasing people down, running around with my clown shoes on.

We had a short reception and then drove back to my town and the party was on at the local Eagles Fraternity.

Another couple of hours of that and off we went for our honeymoon, which, by the way, got crashed by a couple of my Aunts, my cousin and her two boys.You oughtta met my Aunt Peggy, she is the female version of me without the profanity.
She is quite the party girl and totally out going. She cracks me up. get a couple of drinks in her and no man is safe.I love her to death.
That is another Blog post by it's self. I am waiting for the photographic evidence before I go into that.
It was comedic and we all had a great day.

Anyways, the fucking Drama is over.

I are married now.

Damn, I didn't realize what a good looking bastard I am.

UPDATE;

The best fucking toast I have ever heard.
" May all the ups and downs in your life be between the sheets".

Thank you Rae, her dad's toast to her.

Wedding Bells Are Ringing

Gettin' hitched tomorrow.
I would like to thank everyone for the well wishes.

As you can probably guess, I am going to be busier than a one legged man in an ass kicking contest here for the few days so I probably won't be posting anything untill some time next week.

In the mean time, hit the old Blogroll, there are lots and lots of talented people there.

My Best Wishes!

I would like to announce the marriage of two of the best I have the gratitude to have found on the internet.

Mr. Driftglass and Blue Gal tied the knot today.

I would be proud to meet these folks someday.

My sincerest congratulations to the both of them.

One of the proudest days in recent memory was finding out I was on Drifty's Blogroll.
It doesn't get much better than that in my book, the guy is a personal hero and Fran is legendary in her own right.
I don't know where she finds the time but she is all over the place.

Do me a favor and swing by and congratulate them, tell 'em Busted sent ya.

It looks like I am still on deck for Sunday.

Not My Personal Best

Gotta give me credit for trying.
Today was not one of my best.
The truck I tried to fix fucked up less than twenty four hours after I shut the hood.
The guy had some tire store put a winch on the nose of an F-250 and they had to move the power steering cooler, which is what caused the problem with his A/C condenser, the PS tubes rubbed a hole in the side of it because where the winch went was where the cooler was originally and it has some seriously fucked up molded in brackets, which only fit where the winch went in.

They tried to jerry rig it with some tie straps and I tried to re rig it but the new condenser has screws going up both sides and I tried to do it in the truck.
I couldn't see the fucking screws and it kicked the damn thing off at an angle and rubbed a hole in the brand new condenser in less than twenty four hours.

So, after having a couple of smokes and a beer, I dove under the prick on the side of the road and spent two and a half hours and several bucks out of my own pocket , two trips back to the Weasel Den for tools and two trips to the hardware store to re rig it yet again just to get him by until after the wedding.

Nothing like laying on the side of the road in direct sunlight and eighty degree weather, with hot transmission fluid running down your arm, trying to figure out how to fuck some other mechanic to make ya hot, tired, pissed off and thirsty.
I made some changes, had to buy some tubing and clamps, rig up some rubber mounts and curse like a sailor but I am sure he will be able to drive the jacked up thing until after I get married and then I will fix the thing the way it should have been done the first, and second time.

I had no idea what I was getting into when I opened the hood because they have those cute little rubber covers over the front of the truck covering everything up.

I will make it right, at no charge to the guy.
I figure another six hours for a job that should have taken about one.

Live and learn when working on four wheel drives.

Ya can't say I have no morals, at least some anyway.

In the mean time, that whole not smoking thing went away at light speed and for fucks sake, at eighty degrees and already pissed off, you bet yer ass I had a couple of beers.
I had to wrap a towel around my bald assed head to keep the sweat from blinding me every twenty seconds.

I told The Wife I would be sober at the wedding, she had better fucking hope I don't have to work on any God damned rigs on the way there, we will both be late because I will walk first.

Stay Outta Kickin' Distance If Ya Know What's Good For Ya.

It's been two fucking days since I had a cigarette and two fucking days since I had any alchohol.

Get just a little closer, I dare ya....

Christ I had forgotten how bad it was to quit smoking.

Drinkin' ain't that bad but the smokes,

Redrum...

I laid around yesterday going through withdrawals, looking at that pack of smokes sitting on the night stand.

I swear I never looked at Farah Fawcett with such longing, I would have kicked Cindy Crawford out of bed and onto her ass if she had blocked my view.

Today, of course, is worse yet.

I was working on a buddies truck and I always had a butt hanging out of my mouth when I was wrenching on my own time, AND a cold beer within reach.

I have been wanting to quit for a while but between the cheapest smokes and the cheapest beer I could find it was 13 bucks for one six pack and a pack of nasty tasting smokes so I bit the bullet.

All I can tell you is a mother moose with PMS would come out limping right now.
I have zero sense of humor.

Temporary Reprieve Update;

The Wife called me worried that I was suffering unduly and told me to go have a smoke, so I did.
It's amazing how the sky went from blood red to sunny so fast.

Be warned, I give it an hour and I am going to be like this again;



H/T to Carolyn in comments.

Nanny Remembers You.

I ain't talking about that lousy gift you gave her on her last birthday, either.

Wanna go out and tear some shit up in Brittain?

How about burning a bunch of stuff while yer at it?


Police use facial recognition technology to nab rioters .

Don't think for a minute that isn't being used here, either.

It's just one more way we have been ass fucked by the Patriot Act.

Get a load of this,

Chief Constable Andy Trotter, who is helping London police in the wake of the riots, said the department's sophisticated software was being used to help find those suspected of being involved in the worst unrest London has seen in a generation.

But he cautioned that facial recognition makes up only a fraction of the police force's efforts, saying tips have mostly come from traditional sources, such as still images captured from closed circuit cameras, pictures gathered by officers, footage shot by police helicopters or images snapped by members of the public.

"There's a mass of evidence out there," Trotter said in a telephone interview. "The public are so enraged that people who wouldn't normally come forward are helping us — especially when they see their neighbors are coming back with brand new TVs."

Now, go back and reread that.


Remember, this is England, the Crown Prince of the Surveillance States.

You can't wear a hat in a bar, they replaced all the glasses in bars with plastic, you can't own a gun without an extremely byzantine reason, like hunting for rabbits, and you had better have a rabbit problem too.
You can't have a knife, etc., etc,.

The number one seller on Amazon over there has been Aluminum Bats.

No fucking shit, sales are up 6,000 percent. I am surprised that Ye Olde Slings and Arrows aren't far behind.


Now, we all know the shit our country has been pulling, they can track your location by your cell phone, and do.

The all of a sudden legal hijinks that violate our Fourth Amendment rights has lost count.

They are after the First one and several more are now completely defunct, ask a cop, he will tell ya to your face, you have no rights.
Habeus Corpus, Miranda warnings, you name it serf, you have NO fucking rights.

Witness for yourself in case you have been living under a rock since 1967,



Wasn't that pleasant?
If you watch the TV show Cops, you ain't seen nothing yet.

I know, I am kind of veering off the origins of this post, but then again, I'm not.
The violence happening in London is coming here, mark my fucking words.
The difference is going to be that the violence and blood letting that happens here is going to be Biblical in it's proportions compared to this little Picaddilly in England.

Stay away from it at all costs.

They have surveillance cameras the size of a pin head these days and they are every where.
They will use the same technology to hunt you down and disappear your ass.

Been into a bank lately?
The government can find you.

I am not saying this country doesn't need a revolution, it does on a serious scale.
What I am saying is if you think you can just go ape shit wild and still sleep at night, those days are over.

I Wasn't Talking To You

The following was shamelessly stolen from Joel over at The Ultimate Answer To Kings.

He's a crusty old fart with my kind of attitude. I get a kick out of him on a regular basis.

Feel free to swing by and tell him Busted sent ya.



He is right, it needs to go viral

Feeling Some Of That Pain Now Are We?

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The Great Rice Heist V2.0

Remember a couple of years ago when there was a big run on rice? People were buying rice like they would never see it again and I would bet money, all this time later, some folks still have 50 pound bags of rice sitting around they will never use.

Get ready for it again.

I ain't immune, I bought a bunch too, just in those little one pound bags.

The Japanese public eats a LOT of rice, as does most of South
East Asia and their fears of radioactive contaminated rice from the fractured Fukashima plant has them buying up old stores of last years rice crop because they saw what happened when their government let contaminated beef onto the market and was slow to contain that.

Remind anyone of some Mad Cow Disease?

I read something about a tent city that sprang up in New Jersey today too.
Fucking around with the rice in Japan seems like something you wouldn't give a rats ass about, if a butterfly beats it's wings in Japan and a tidal wave hits here a few weeks later, what in the hell do you think is going to happen if the rice supply is fucked up?
Their car manufacturing took a hit and that has already affected our economy, if you are paying attention.

Yeah, our drought, Europe diving into the shitter headfirst and this absolutely infuriating horse shit on our part that just got our credit rating down gradeded and I , for the life of me, want to strangle some ignorant fucking elected, AND APPOINTED officials by the the throat.

There is no rainbow, it is going to continue to get worse finanancially, and stupid shit like the availability of the people halfway across the planet to buy uncontaminated rice is going to have an effect on you whether or not you like it.

This ain't Kansas anymore TOTO but it sure as shit matters what the fuck happens in Tokyo more now than it did in 1943.

Radio active rice goes a long ways to fucking up a population that depends on it for a staple and I would bet you ten bucks our fucking government has a study somewhere proving that, with another alternate plan on how to do it again surreptitiously.
Better yet, let us old enough to remember Vietnam, rice paddy's deforestation on a massive scale and the nasty fucking thing that is still killing people forty fucking years later, our old friend, Agent Orange.

I'm Still Kicking

Crikey, It's been damn near a week since I last posted.

I was out of town for two weeks trying to make some scratch.

The Wife To Be came down here and is going through the last of the lists for the Wedding.

Freaking out about ties.
God bless her heart.

I do believe the nerves are starting to show.

I have not had time to visit my favorite sites pretty much all week.
I didn't even turn this thing on for two days so I am uncomfortably ignorant of current events.
As such, no ranting today.

Lucky you.

Two weeks from today, the big day is barreling towards us.

Anyways, thanks fer stopping by, maybe I will have some time yet today to scan the headlines and work up a head of steam about something.
There seems to be a never ending supply of complete fucking assholes out there up to no fucking good.

What Double Dip Recession?

I don't know about you but I called Bullshit two fucking years ago when I saw some asshole declare the recession from 2007 was over in 2009 and I still do.

They tried desperately to not call it another Depression and they lied through their perfect teeth fucking again.

Now I am seeing same said asshole economic professionals calling the current cluster fuck a "Double Dip Recession".

I have some news for you cocksuckers, it is a fucking Depression, has been since the shit hit the fan in November of 2007 and hasn't let up a lick since then.
Noticed housing prices, GDP and the Unemployment rate that hasn't changed in two fucking years?

Just because we were obligated to mortgage our Great Grandchildren to bail out the upper criminal class, more than once, does not mean that the majority of us is all of a sudden eating steak and lobster three times a week.

Now pay attention to this infuriating deal with the Credit limit horseshit.

I told you they would come up with some fucked up deal.
72% say raise taxes on those making over 250,00 dollars.

Listen to me laugh.
Remember when 90% OF THE PEOPLE POLLED SAID NO, TO BAILING OUT THE BANKS?!
I sure as shit do.
Too big to fail.

Now they are after your retirement that you paid for, claiming it is part of the budget.

I don't know about you but those one dollar McChickens have become a staple food in my life and I would like to punch John Boehner and his ilk in the face so motherfucking hard I break a couple more knuckles.

Being Busy Does Not Excuse Me From Giving A Shout Out

If for some fucking reason you have not been clicking that little mouse ya have on Jill's place, Y'all ain't quite paying attention.

Get ya a beer, a cheap cut of meat off the grill and go read what she has to say.

There is a reason the lady has over one million page views and I am so indebted to her for linking to my little rant hole so many times I can't count, it's a a serious piece from someone who is right in the middle of the slaughter of the Middle Class and actually see's what the fuck is happening, that I want every fucking person with a Blog to go read it and anyone who doesn't have a fucking Blog to tell every one they know by mouth about it.
Have a close up of the dying of Middle America and go ahead and vote for some stupid fucking Teabagger.

This is one tiny little snip of a very well put piece, very well put,

I've spent all of my adult years in the Age of Corporatism. I graduated high school into the first Arab oil embargo and graduated college with a degree in sociology into the second one. I started out in a retail management training program that was the catch-all for liberal arts majors at the time. But at least I was graduating into a society that hadn't yet been completely taken over by greed. That happened later, after Ronald Reagan took office, and while I myself have done well, our society hasn't. Oh sure, we have gewgaws and toys and electronics and two flat-screen TVs and 200 channels of nothing you'd want to watch on TV. People have pulled their kids out of school for Caribbean vacations paid for on home equity loans and people in Section 8 housing have smart phones. All of this is cited as examples by Republicans of how well off we are. But are we? And what about tomorrow?

Tomorrow is going to be the same as it was yesterday and I think she nails it pretty well.
Like I said, put this lady on your Go To list.