Archive for September, 2010

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Late and tired


Well, finally, I’m off. For a work party and now it seems that everyone in my unit is going to cheese. Oh joy. And of course, at work, we have dumb people thinking they “know” and who will be finding out that they can be replaced and though they think they have me over a barrel, as soon as something happens, they are going bye-bye. And ya know what… not even me being an asshole; said idiot has fucked up enough to be fired. I’m done protecting people here. I’m done, really, worrying about some people.

As for tomorrow, well, I hope some who said they’d come, will. I don’t have a lot of faith.

And of course, she who must not be mentioned just HAS to poke the toad.

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Okay, so many know I have been trying to hire some drivers. Get this, for a job that pays $ hour + in this crappy economy, I am having a horrible time finding people. HORRIBLE. Get this, most laid-off drivers say they’d rather sit at home on unemployment because they can make like $500+ a week. WHAT A BUNCH OF LAZY SCUMBAGS! Do NOT come to me when your Obama welfare unemployment scam runs out. They can go piss up a rope before I will hire one of these turds.

I swear, it’s crazy. People whine say that the economy is sooo bad, yet it is almost impossible to find qualified drivers because so many won’t work. Now some have crappy driving or work records. Some don’t have enough experience. But really, in many cases it’s just laziness. “Ahm’s is too good to be a workin’ at McDonald’s. Why, ahm an uhleet worker and deserve to be paid UNION SCALE for all ma hard work…” Blah-blah-blah. Thanks Barry, you slug. You and all your corrupt cronies. Now you’re ruined the American work ethic too. Great, now we have a whole crop of former East Germans.

Another Reason

Everyone here thinks they’re entitled–that they “Deserve” to get to sit on their ass and have everyone else pay for them >:-o This is the same sickness where these ding-dongs all think their children are “gifted” or “special” yeah, special as in “special ed.” Hey dork, your kid is the same as everyone else’s : Picking their boogers and eating paste. No, your spawn is NOT a future Nobel winner or a genius. Your kids, like most will be working at the Quickie Mart and probably have a kid out of wedlock.

Back to losers

Many of these losers were told all their life that they’re “special.” They’re not. They’re LOSERS. And they’re bringing this country down. Thanks scumbags.


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Where has the truth gone?


I don’t get people… why can’t they just tell the truth? Especially when you will find out they’re lying… Sad, weird–no, sad. And people having your back or following through… just gone in this world. I know, I am way behind on shit, but I will get to it, just am crushed w/ real life right now. On my recent trip to Columbus, it was actually a relief! I didn’t have to get on the computer to deal w/ people or e-mail or whatever. Nice for a change.

And really, why do people have to sneak around and try and do shit w/ out asking anyone? I know that in one organization I’m a member of, it’s pretty much the “RULE” to just go ahead and do stuff without asking or publicizing it, then ask for forgiveness later. I have an end-date there.

And really, reenacting for me will not last forever. I won’t be some old guy w/ translucent skin, pretending I’m a 20 year old soldier. I see guys who were my age now, still reenacting as a frontline soldier. Sure buddy, sure. Nothing lasts forever and you can’t stop time. End date. Remember that.

I’ll stop now. I’m depressed at the cheeseyness of man.


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Wow, I watched “Sicko” while in Columbus (it was free, I wasn’t going to waste $$ on Michael”I-hate-America” Moore). Ya know, IF he hadn’t spent so much time attacking George Bush and the Republicans, I’d have agreed more with him a LOT MORE. Much of what he said was right, but he had to be his typical asshole, left-wing, I-hate-America, self and ruin his message by attacking the right. Hell, the left is just as much, or more, to blame for the current shitty state of our health care system.

And YES dillhole, I DO know that he didn’t present some of it, that Moore’s view is one-sided and biased towards the socialist agenda of the left. I know that there are problems to many of these countries health systems, but ours is friggin’ BROKE! Wish we could just talk about it… not scream at each other, but talk.

Anyway, I think the movie IS worth watching. Although I wouldn’t go out and buy it.


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More True Than It Ever Was


Ain’t this just the truth!? :’-(

Are The Good Times Really Over For Good

by Merle Haggard

I wish a buck was still silver.
It was back when the country was strong.
Back before Elvis; before the Vietnam war came along.
Before The Beatles and “Yesterday”,
When a man could still work, and still would.
Is the best of the free life behind us now?
Are the good times really over for good?
Are we rolling down hill like a snowball headed for hell?
With no kind of chance for the Flag or the Liberty bell.
Wish a Ford and a Chevy,
Could still last ten years, like they should.
Is the best of the free life behind us now?
Are the good times really over for good?

I wish coke was still cola,
And a joint was a bad place to be.
And it was back before Nixon lied to us all on TV.
Before microwave ovens,
When a girl could still cook and still would.
Is the best of the free life behind us now?
Are the good times really over for good?

Are we rolling down hill like a snowball headed for hell?
With no kind of chance for the Flag or the Liberty bell.
Wish a Ford and a Chevy,
Could still last ten years, like they should.
Is the best of the free life behind us now?
Are the good times really over for good?

Stop rolling down hill like a snowball headed for hell.
Stand up for the Flag and let’s all ring the Liberty bell.
Let’s make a Ford and a Chevy,
Still last ten years, like they should.
The best of the free life is still yet to come,
The good times ain’t over for good.

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A great party!


Today, I went over to a BBQ/Party put on by John Flannery for members of his pub’s Beer Club. It was great w/ two live bands and a great feast. Every year they cook a whole pig and along w/ some great fixin’s, there is a LOT of free beer! Membership has its advantages! 🙂 By the time I got there, Kent was a little bit fired up, but as he’s been helping to set up for the last two days, I can see it.

A fun time

This is the second time I’ve went to this and I have to say, both times were excellent!! I tried to get Wendy to go, but she doesn’t like parties 🙁

Stuff to see

Well for Kent, it was the Lesbian girls. One was kind of friendly and smiled like a normal human… the other, when I happened to say something friendly (really!) about Kent going and getting the TP, shot me a look like she would have liked to have hammered a 16 penny nail right through my testicles and stomped off w/ her nose in the air :-0 DAMN! I didn’t even have time to say anything. I guess she thinks all guys just wish to procreate w/ her. Sad news sister… A: I’m married. and B: You ain’t my type–I wouldn’t have had sex w/ her even if I could have used Kent’s dick with Chris Hawk pushing. Yes. I am telling the truth. Kent can fantasize about Lesbianism, I guess–a poisonous attitude has never turned me on…

Beer Aggression!

Beer Aggression!

There were many woman there and for a single guy, it could have been awful fun. I’m married–I can look though.

Other Stuffs

The Bands were great and if I had taken any cash, I would have bought a CD or two. Cd’s don’t always come out as good as live, but I’d be willing to take a chance there. Ya know, it is good to get out–I’ve been working too much and stressing WAY too much over shit. Work is something you do to live, not something you live to do.

Here’s some more pix. Sorry for their quality, they were shot w/ my phones (yes, plural) Mine is a blackberry Storm  and the work phone is an Apple iPhone 2g. Both work good. The Apple though, doesn’t send pix w/ text messages, but is easy to shoot with. The Blackberry takes better pix. 🙂

Koonta and Nan... look, he CAN be happy!

Bright lights, leave me alone.

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A Beautiful Day… or is it?


Sitting at Starbucks w/ the wife, enjoying the weather (other than the idiots smoking out there) and I realize “MAN, it’s noisy out here.” Now granted, Starbucks is right on the main drag, but all the ass clowns with their loud motorcycle exhaust and the young punks w/ their rice rockets and über-loud ricey exhaust is just plain annoying! “No ASSHOLE, loud pipes do not save lives.” They’re just noise pollution and you trying to be a dick.

Which leads to another fun thing: the recent trend for biker people (and by this, I mean yuppie harley riders who like to pretend to be bad, vs. real bikers who ARE bad) is wearing a fluorescent orange or green shirt that says something cute like “Can you see me NOW Asshole?” My thoughts are usually “Yes, I can, under the wheels of my tractor tailer!!” (watch some miscreant ride under my truck and an ambulance chaser reading this…).

Anyway, back to noise… I don’t really wish to hear your loud exhaust or worse, thumpy ghetto music coming in my car whilst you pretend to be a gangsta–you look and sound, like an ASS–a really dorky ass! Yeah really, just because you think it’s cool to try and act like some gangsta and do ignorant shit, does not make it cool. It isn’t. Maybe I’m old and a grump, but it’s just annoying!!! Oh, there goes another loud asshole… too bad Harleys will now be made in Mexico. Next it will be “Loud Jap bikes are cool.”

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Oh Happy Day, Oh Happy Day!


Finally, I am going to have a day or two off! Due to us being way short-handed, I’ve been working a lot. Cwazy! 😮 Anyway, I look forward to the time and next week’s (12-20 Sept) vacation!!!! Woohoo! Tomorrow, I am going to John Flannery’s Beer Club BBQ/Party! Yaaaay, I’ve been looking forward to this all summer–the ONE party I get to go to. Beer, roast pig, peoples (not co-workers or reenactors)… alas, not my wife who isn’t into this. C’est La Vie!

Something I’m Reading

I am reading The Cowboy Way: Seasons of a Montana Ranch by David McCumber and wanted to share it…

Look, I’ve read this book before. Hell they say it’s out of print, but you can easily get it off of and by following the link of this blog.

My copy is kinda tattered… partly because I found it in a stack at our dump in Cali… (“Ooooh, icky, he picked it up at the DUMP… yeah, idiot, I did. That dump was cool in that people put decent stuff off to the side, kind of like recycling. I got some cool shit at the Foresthill Divide dump). Anyway, it’s also raggedy (and mostly) because I’ve read it 3-4 times now. This book is REALLY, REALLY good. What can I say, I’m usually not into this kind of thing, but it is just a damned good read. Here is what Publishers Weekly has to say about it (you didn’t expect ME to write a frigging book report did you??):

Newly divorced, having left his job as assistant managing editor of the San Francisco Examiner, David McCumber (Playing Off the Rail) set out to see what life as a cowboy was like. The guest was part of what he calls “a rather thoroughgoing midlife metamorphosis.” It is telling that he chooses the word “metamorphosis” rather than “crisis,” for McCumber eagerly embraces his new life and spends hardly any energy mourning his old one. He soon found out that the cowboys of a real working ranch are not the stuff of popular culture. For starters, they rarely use horses (they often use what McCumber calls “Japanese quarter horses,” a nickname for four-wheel all-terrain vehicles). Death is a constant threat to the herd and to the area’s wild animals. Because of that, perhaps, McCumber and the other men of the ranch have a genuine respect for animals. But it’s a tough respect, one that inspires McCumber to slit the throat of a doe who has cut an artery on a barbed-wire fence. What McCumber reveals of himself, he does so indirectly, through his descriptions of life on the Birch Creek Ranch, where the seasons are marked by the extremes of weather and the stages of cattle ranching?calving, branding, fencing, etc. Even his brief journal entries, interspersed throughout the book, look outward rather than inward. McCumber can be salty in one sentence, lyrical in the next, whimsical, stoic and, only occasionally, wistful. His book will creep up on readers, who will come away with admiration for McCumber and a strong, vibrant sense of the ranching life he has come to love.

Anyway, I liked it enough to re-read it multiple times–stuff that sucks doesn’t get re-read.