If you don't take the out I offer you, your ass is mine.

So some salesman found out the other day. I told him I wasn't interested he didn't listen so he was on his own.

He asked me if I was employed or retired and I told him I work three weeks a year in early October selling signs. I told him I sell them for $3 each, shipped, and they cost a buck to make, a buck to ship and a buck apiece for me. I said I generally move between 250,000 to 300,000 of them yearly.

Then he ran with the bait and had to ask.

"What do the signs say?" he asked. 

"A registered sex offender lives here," I replied.

He looked horrified. "Are there that many of them out there?" he asked, appearing quite shocked.

"No," I replied. "My customers are mostly grumpy old men that don't like buying candy for kids on Halloween."

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a woman having a hard time keeping a straight face as she watched the salesman swallow it hook, line and sinker.






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I was reading the other day and saw where some of the leftists are

arming themselves which is fine. Everyone has a right to self defense.

However these people looked like they were going to go on the offensive which would put the people they want to attack in the position of having to defend themselves.

We are getting closer and closer to a civil war as time passes. It is getting clearer and clearer that the left has no plan for a live and let live policy. They want to force the rest of us to live the  way they think we should.

Not happening.

If things keep going the way they are it is going to be a pretty messy affair and I want no part of it. If I get dragged into this mess I will be exceptionally cruel to make whoever wish they had simply left me alone.

I bear no malice toward anyone but simply reserve the right to be left alone, unharmed and keep my basic rights. 





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There is a story about mean old American Airlines

enforcing a rule and angering a special snowflake.

What happened is the Snowflake got a complimentary flight with the stipulation she conform to the dress code set up my American. To put it simply, she got a freebie. All she had to do to qualify is dress accordingly.

Of course she didn't dress accordingly. American refused to let her fly and the Social Justice Warriors are up in arms.

My guess is that as a result of this American will rethink their policy and stop issuing complimentary passes, although I may be wrong.

In short this little snowflake probably made something good go away. Companies often do this. When a freebie starts to cause them grief they simply eliminate it.

Actually what the employees ought to do for the little snowflake is throw a party to show their appreciation for ruining somethng for everyone else. A nice little party involving a GI blanket, boot socks and padlocks.

That is what people who ruin things for everyone else deserve. 

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You get what you vote for.

Stupidity on the part of local governments.

Some sanctuary cities are grousing that ICE is giving them undue attention.

Willie Sutton used to rob banks because that's whhere the money is.

It seems to me that ICE is patrolling sanctualy cities because that's where the illegal immigrants are.

I'd bet that if thee cities would give up the criminals in them that they would leave. If the illegals leave it is pretty likely thaat ICE would stop patrolling them becaue it would prove to be as fruitful as robbing a bank that has no money in it.

Of course, the people of those cities have to accept a lot of the responsibility for this because they elected the dumbasses that created this mess.

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The motion is tabled with little likelihood of it going anywhere.

I have sad heartedly decided against getting a Royal Enfield motorcycle.

I an also very grateful for one specific piece of advice a shipmate gave me.

“Don't let anyone talk you out of getting a motorcycle, but don't let anyone talk you into it, either,” he said. It is some of the best advice I have ever gotten. It is to be my decision and my decision only.

As it stands now I am not getting a motorcycle of any size. I do reserve the right to rethink this, though. The issue is not 100 discarded, it is on the table with little liklihood of going anywhere.

I am, however going to take a class and get licensed for a motorcycle.

I used to have a motorcycle license years ago but when I changed my license PA would not honor it. I have wanted to get the endorsement for years and now think I will.

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Yesterday's adventure in getting rid of paint has dragged on.

I still have it and can not seem to figure out how to get rid of it easily or inexpensively.

Mrs Pic says she can get rid of it through our trash service but it is going to wind up being a circus. Apparently they wil have to send out all sortss of special packaging.

It is stuff like this that actually causes a lot of illegal behavior. I know I could have ditched it somewhere and be done with it. I am loathe to do stuff like this for a couple of reasons. First it is wrong. Secondly getting caught would be costly and there is no shortage of little hippis stoolies out there. These stoolies would rat on a person for the same thing they would do if push came to shove.

Thhe system actually causes a lot of illegal behavior because they make things like this difficult. I'd bet that even all but the most die hard earth mama would ditch something like old paint if they were stuck with it.

Along the same lines a woman that was one serious King-Hell animal advocate moved to Florida and woke up to find an alligator on her front porch. Her attitude was "Get rid of it and I don't care how!" There's a lot of that going around when you think about it. Everyone seems to want to tell everyone else how to live. Nobody likes being told how to live, though.

The woman, who was both a tree hugger and gun control advocate pulled out a pistol and shot the hapless animal. After all, it was HER front porch. Had it been someone else's her attitude would likely have been different.

I suppose it would be one thing if the trash companies made it easy and had, for example, a monthly opportunity to get rid of stuff like unused paint.

I have figured out how to get rid of stuff like old unused brake fluid, transmission fluid and the like. You dump it in with your drain oil and take it to the oil recycling place. I actually have a guy that burns drain oil for heat in the winter. Don't add anti-freeze, paint or anything that will not burn though.

Paint is another category altogether.

The part that makes me wonder is that wee are talking about plain, ordinary latex/water based paint.

As time passes and the list of things that are hard to get rid of grows and the places to get rid of this stuff dwindles it looks like the human race is going to bury itself in its own rubbish.

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Where do you get rid of paint?

Seems that in this day and age getting rid of simple latex based paint takes a crack team of HAZMAT specialists.  

I think that what I'll do is give it to the neighborhood kids a couple of weeks before Halloween.

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More government wonderfulness (not!)

I just got a shipment in of two dozen Old School 100 watt bulbs which I can use.

Needless to say the tree huggers are going to babble that I am ruining the entire planet but as usual they don't think.

The have two choices. I can either use a single 100 watt bulb as a heater to keep my plumbing from freezing in the winter or I can use a 1300 watt heater. Pick one.

The other use I have for Old School lights is by my reloading bench. My powder scale is magnetically dampened and florescent and LEDs can effect it. Powder scales are nothing to fool with.

Anyway I ought to be good to go for a while.

Between light bulbs and gas cans the government can screw up almost everything it touches. About the only thing they seem to have done right is make the P-38 can opener. 






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I is home

I is, I is.

Feels good 



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There are only two days that a sailor shows any special interest in.

Those are the day you get on and the day you get off.

When you get on you are rarin' to go.

When you get off you are beat all to hell. On top of that you generally have a long ride home.

Alway be a rich businessman unless you can be a sailor. In that case, be a sailor.

I am glad I decided to be a sailor.


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One

of the things that irks the hell out of me is people that want to come here that won't take a proper oath of allegience.

If you are not going to support the country then don't even bother coming here.

It is as simple as that.



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One of the things that drives me nuts is

Trying to get something simple from people that claim they will get you an instant quote.

You fill out things and they start asking for too much information.

It takes more time to do this on the computer than it does over the phone and what's worse is they seem to have a few hidden charges.

I always ask for an Out the Door price and usually I get it but not always. If they quote me an out the door price I generally request they email it to me and then I print it up and bring it with me.

If they email me the price it's generally good because they know that I can simply show them a copy of the email. I have only had one person over the years try and squirm his way out of it and I wound up getting him crucified with his sales manager.

Doing business over the internet is a bit more of a pain because you really can't nail a single person down and it takes forever because everyone wants you to join their little club and be a member. This means that for the rest of your life you get pestered with emails.

An example is buying a car. You buy one and then for the next forever the dealer pesters you with wanting to sell you another. 

Why? 

I am not a member of the Car of the Month Club. Mine generally last me for 10 or 15 years. 

Trying to get a quote on a service is ridiculous, too.

It is insane. Say you want a house moved. You just want some idea of what it will cost. You jump through the hops and get your quote and for the next forever you get pestered.

When are you going to move your house again?

I suppose the next time someone comes along and makes an offer I can't refuse over the lot my house is sitting on. They act like it happens all the time.

I won't get into the supermarket and other store card game. Everyplace asks you if you have their card. If I had everyone's cards my wallet would be four feet thick.

"Do you have a card with us?" asks the clerk.

I generally put on my most serious face and reply, "No. I have been through a 12 step re-hab-bill-a-tay-shun program and have been card-free for four years now."

If they are sharp they outright laugh. If not they look at me wondering. 

Whatever. 


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Earlier today on Facebook

someone posted having to go through the personal effects of a loved one they just lost.

One of my sisters went through my mother's stuff and took care of things and I am eternally grateful. I do believe she and I would have worked well at this but it didn't work out that way.

I suppose it is different for everyone but I look at things a little differently. It's simply all just stuff. Nothing more, nothing less.

Mom was in a rest home when she passed and I guess had a lot of just plain stuff in a storage locker. Before that when she moved out of the family manse my brothers and sisters broke the place up. I took a few small trinkets and that was about it. I took my dad's wings and bars, a couple scrapbooks, a footlocker and that was pretty much about it.

Later when my sister went through the storage locker she sent me a few odds and ends I have looked through but they still reside in the box they came in.

Truth is an awful lot of stuff went straight to the dump.

Earlier today I told a woman simply to get a dumpster, empty the storage locker and unless it is an authentic Ming vase simply get rid of it. A sharp knife cuts cleaner. 

I do not know why people pick up an object and slather all over it and carry on about how someone loved it. They likely didn't love the object, they loved YOU.

The truth is that you can't take anything with you when you go. When you leave behind stuff, that's all you leave behind. Your parents left YOU behind and really, that's about all that matters.

My life was pretty fast moving and I traveled pretty light. I have damned little that I have had since I was a young man other than some pretty good memories. 

I suppose an awful lot of what I own today is still pretty portable.

Still, I have to say that if I had to have cleaned out my mother's effects I would have simply looked at it as simply stuff and simply just gotten rid of most of it.

I suppose I might have had an estate sale first and then put the rest in a dumpster after posting a 'free stuff' alert in Craigslist. If someone else can use it, fine.

Anyway, you know who you are. Your mother left YOU behind and that's all that matters I suppose.

Still, I imagine for you it is going to be difficult so I wish you strength in the times coming.

Yours,

Piccolo 








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I am looking at motorcycles now (posted 0325Z 3/18/17)

 and am wondering which way to go. The model I want seems to hold resale value to the point where if I can get a deal I just as well buy new.

It used to be that a 3 model year old car was running 50% of the new retail value, but not any more. Right now it is crazy and to me lmakes no sense to buy used.

Even back in '90 I bought an '88 pickup for about half price and ran it until the wheels fell off. Not so these days.

I figure there is no point purchasing a 5 or 10 year old bike when I can snag a new one for only a couple of hundred more. It simplyy doesn't make sense to buy used.

On the other hand, a lot of bikes out there listed probably have the asking price a lot higher than the final selling price.

Who knows, I might get a deal on a used bike but I am not going to get one older than about 2010 or 2011 because I do want a more modern bike. I want it to ride and not to tinker with.

We'll see what happens.



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I have been told this is an Irish thing but it really isn't.

I saw a picture of Melania Trump talking to Barron and promptly lifted it and took it to the meme generator.

Good mothers tell their sons to wear clean underwear in case they have an accident and have to go to the hospital.

I posted it on one of the sites of Melania Trump admirers. Most people got a chuckle but there was one (as usual) that took offense.

She tried to bitch me out with a lack of success.

I asked her what tarpaper shack she grew up in because if her mother never told her to wear clean underwear then she didn't come from a very good family. If she gets into an accident and the doctors see she isn't wearing clean underwear the doctors are not going to try very hard to save her.

I got a harrumph out of her and a lot of other people got a pretty good laugh.




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The Piccolo's Hash Award for All Hype and No Story formerly held by Geraldo Rivera has changed hands.

On April 21, 1986 a special hosted by Geraldo Rivera was aired. For weeks before opening the chamber in Chicago's Lexington Hotel it had been heavily advertised. Al Capone lived there for a few years and there was speculation of finding wealth everything from from huge piles of cash to the bones of former Capone enemies.

When the 'vault' was opened they found nothing but some trash and a couple empty bottles. The whole show was a bust and Geraldo Rivera was left with egg on his face in front of millions of viewers.

The incident is referred to as "Al Capone's vault" and to this day the term is a reference to any hyped up program that fails to produce anything.

The term may very well change and the title of the biggest hyped up story with no results should be bestowed to Rachel Maddow for last night's story on Donald Trump's taxes.

He paid 38 million that year and paid at about a 25% tax rate. President Obama paid a lower rate by a couple of percentage points and Bernie Sanders paid at even a lower rate than that.

From now on the term 'Al Capone's Vault' should be replaced. The term should be 'Donald Trump's Taxes' and attributed to Rachel Maddow.

On the other hand, if it can be proven that someone in Trump's camp schlepped the tax returns to the press there is another award to be issued. Donald Trump will go down in history as the biggest media troll that ever lived.




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I have seriously considered getting a motorcycle

 and as usual, I have chosen a different tack.

I am not looking for a heavy cruiser, a cafe racer or a crotch rocket. Nor am I looking at some kind of chopper. I am looking at a simple motorcycle, a dispatch rider's type of bike.

I think if I decide to get a bike I am going to go with a Royal Enfield. It's a rather simple, inexpensive machine and pretty Old School.

Of course, as an old man I am not going to take the damned thing into town. It will only be used for either very local shopping or for trips in rural areas. 

It sounds like a pretty good old man's type of machine. We'll see what happens.



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I have read where an increasing number of young men

 have decided to avoid marriage and the more I think about it, the more it makes sense.

With a 50% divorce rate and the laws stacked against the man it makes sense.




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One of the things they do at the hospital is

cart you to the door in a wheelchair no matter what.

It is stupid and the last time I got busted up they tried to do it to me with a remarkable lack of success.

I had a busted foot and they put me in a walking cast. I knew I had to get used to it so I simply wanted to walk on it to get comfortable with it. Of course they thought that was definitely out of the question. 

Someone approached me with a wheelchair and I politely refused. He insisted. I flat out refused. He said it was a rule and I shot back that I was a f***ing criminal and the rules didn't apply to me.

"But...but...but," he said.

"Bugger off!" I shot back and started to stump off towrds the door.

I suppose it was a funny sight, me stumping down the hall with a frustrated orderly of some sort pushing a wheel chair next to me.

We got a few feet before a Big Nurse type came charging in. She started in on how I was supposed to take the wheelchair because it was a rule.

"Big Nurse, My name is Randall P. McMurphy. I am a desperate criminal and your chicken$hit rules do not aply to me. Now let me walk out that damned door," I shot back.

A security guard hid a smirk. He looked plainly amused. He seemed know how I felt. The nurse looked at him like he was supposed to actually do something. I looked at the cop.

"You can't put me in da joint," I said. "I just got outta da joint!"

The guard laughed outright and looked at th nurse. "Give him a break. The man want's to walk. He's making no trouble.  What's the problem?"

I swear that if some psychiatric doctor had happened by the pair of them would have been sent off to a rubber room somewhere.

Two people in hospital uniforms babbling incoherently at some scruffy looking character in a walking cast walking off with a big look of disgust on his face.

The again, maybe he would have thought all three of us belonged in the booby hatch.

Then again, maybe the psychiarist would have joined the pair of them. Most of them seem to be worse than their patients.



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What? I hurt your feelings?

You don't like my attitude?

Too bad. Get over it. It's not all rainbows and unicorns. Things have to be done. Cry me a river, get a bunch of combat engineers to build a bridge across it and GET OVER IT.

You don't like it that I work on a tanker and move gasoline all over the place because the oil comnpanies are mean and nasty?

How about if I take the day off and you just walk home tonight, freeze in the dark? Perhaps you could watch television by candle light? Would that make you feel any better?

You find that offensive?

Well, too damned bad. 

Did it ever occur to you that I find YOU and your very presence offensive?



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I am getting pretty tired of thin skinned people.

 I am getting VERY tired of people that go looking for trouble.

Someone once said that a woman that can't handle sexual harrassment should not work. I disagree. There is no excuse for that kind of thing. People are hired to do a job, plain and simple. 

On the other hand, I am really tired of hearing people taking an innocent comment out of context and blowing it up to cause trouble. It generally means some poor bastard gets called up on the carpet for nothing. That's plain wrong.

What really gets me is someone playing the offended game to eliminate one of their fellow employees to get ahead.

On the other hand it overjoys me to see that kind of thing backfire.

Hey, I just read where some woman took the 'Woman's Day Off, Life without Women' thing and got fired for it.

The boss that fired her was a woman.

Ya gotta love it.




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I remember the time back when I was in Alaska and the bowling alley

 replaced a bunch of bowling balls. I heard about it and instantly asked what they were going to do with the old bowling balls and bought $20 worth of them. I think I paid fifty cents apiece. Maybe it was only a quarter. I do recall getting a lot of bowling balls for $20, though.

I drove around with them for a while with them rolling around in the bed of my pickup.

I am not going to say what I did with a couple of them.

There was this wannabe tough guy that came to town and started throwing a bunch of macho crap around. He tried pushing me around one day and I simply walked away.

Now you are not to jump to any conclusions but it got back to me that this guy left town. 
He was last seen in the airport bar swilling down straight shots of Crown Royal babbling incoherently that he was leaving town. He babbled that he had never been to a place where someone chased him around in an airplane throwing whisky bottles and dropping bowling balls on him.

Of course, I had nothing to do with it.

I did, however, notice that a few of my bowling balls were missing. Hmm. You don't say. I also found a bottle of Glenlivet on my pickup seat.

Paging Charlie Chan! Mystery in Kodiak, Alaska! Paging Charlie Chan! 



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Are you wearing clean underwear? What if you had an accident!

The other day I was smarting off to one of the younger guys at work. I dryly told him that before he starts trouble with me he ought to put on clean underwear first because he is most likely going to wind up at the hospital and if the doctor sees clean underwear he will know that he comes from a good family and the doctor will try harder to save him.

One of the other guys laughed outright and told me his mother used to tell him the same thing. An awful lot of mothers have told their kids that over the years.

Now that I think about it, I wonder if Melania Trump has said that to Barron.

That clean underwear business has seemed to transcend generations and it would be pretty humorous to hear Barron Trump hearing that said in about twenty years and being able to grin, "My mother told me that when my father was president."


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Seeing I mentioned clean underwear, I'll tell you a story about the time I busted a foot and had to go to the hospital.

I stumped in leaning on a friend and we went to the check-in desk. I took one look at the little automaton woman behind the desk. She was wearing a pretty thick coat of face paint and I decided that I could probably get it to crack.

"I busted my foot," I said. "Now before I get to see the doctor please run me past the clean underwear checker so she can tell the doctor I come from a good family and will work harder on me to save me."

That's all it took. The plaster like coating of makeup cracked is several places. The WTF look on her face was a spectacle to behold. It was a moment of great pride for me. The stuffy little automaton didn't even begin to how how to deal with it.

I did see another women who had appeared briefly behind her duck back behind the door laughing. 

About half a minute later this big, tall, busty, broad shouldered  Swedish looking nurse came out, walked past the desk and headed into the patient waiting area. She was 

She looked like a Midwestern farmer's dreamboat! She looked like someone that he could love, milk and plow.

Anyway she doubled back, sneaked up behind me and before I could do anything she reached down the back of my pants, grabbed my shorts and gave me the biggest wedgie in the world.

Nobody was really impressed until someone noticed my feet were about a foot off the ground.

Then the nurse spoke to me as she put me down. "They're clean. I'll tell the doctor," she said, laughing. I was probably beet red but I did have to laugh. Sometimes getting shot with a ball of your own BS can be hilarious.

Then a boy sitting next to an older woman spoke up, "Gee, Grammy, you're right. They do check to see if you have clean underwear on!"

The grandmother, quite amused with what she saw, turned to the boy. "I told you," she said. She gave me such a big grin when I saw her it was all worth it.





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I saw where Loretta Lynch spouted off

 about how they need more marching, blood and death on the streets.

Mmm...OK.

This is nothing more than another babbling limosine liberal telling other people what to do while they sit in their ivory tower safe from all the violence. 

What she wants is for OTHER people to march. She want's SOMEONE ELSE to bleed and she wants OTHER PEOPLE to die.

Unfortunately the little guy never seems to figure it out and goes out and gets his head kicked in for someone sitting in a nice, safe ivory tower.

Real leadership means getting in the trenches every so often. General Mattis has a record of showing up in the middle of a hot spot and spending time with his people during operations. I read a story about him pulling guard duty with a sergrant and a lance corporal. 

You think Loretta Lynch is going to get dirty with the people on the street? I doubt it. She probably doesn't like those people to begin with and she sure as hell doesn't doesn't respct them.

In short, she is just using the poor to make her life comfortable and keep her in a position of privlige and power.

She doesn't give a damn about the poor or working stiffs that she is trying to rile up. The truth is probably closer to being she wants to keep the poor down and out so she has more control over them.

Of course, among the black community she has credibility because she is a black woman. In the black community people are more apt to pay attention to her because of her color and sex.

Don't be fooled. She cares about as much for the poor as any other liberal politician of any other sex or color does. To them you are just people to bedazzle with big promises to get you to do the dirty work.

To a certain extent this is not limited to the liberals, either. Conservative politicians don't really love the working stiff or the poor either.

However, conservatives do want the working stiff and poor to be successful, though. The reason is twofold. First they will no longer have to support them through social programs. The second is they need a bigger middle class to get richer.

Of course, the poor will most likely play into the game of Leretta Lynch and stir up things. Likely there will be riots and the little guy will get his ass beaten or shot.

The rich politicians will rant and rave and go on as to how much they support the people at the bottom of the pile. It's because they want to keep using them.

They'll go back to their ivory towers and laugh and talk between themselves about how stupid the little people are and how they are doing their bidding for them.

You little guys ought to tell Loretta Lynch that you will follow her. Hand her a cudgel and put her up front where she can run the risk of getting her head kicked in.

Do it! The hemming and hawing will be pretty entertaining. Then we can see if she really is as dedicated as she says she is.




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Special guest post.

Someone else on another board posted this. He generously let me lift it from the board. He gets a big THANK YOU from me.

My support for Trump is stronger than it has ever been at any point in history. This is what I posted in the other thread: 

I don't understand the purse swinging and I don't understand the doubt.   

The Obama Regime was one of the most secretive, corrupt, underhanded group of hardline leftist psychopathic cronies. Do you really find it all that hard to believe that they bugged Trump Tower? I think it would be one of the less shocking scandals of their reign. It would certainly be less shocking that ordering gun dealers to sell 1,000+ AKMs to known cartel gun runners in hopes of creating a catastrophic story that would sway public opinion toward undermining the Second Amendment. It would certainly be less shocking than using the IRS to persecute political opponents. It would certainly be less shocking than destroying evidence in both the Fast & Furious and Lois Lerner scandals. It would certainly be less shocking than using an internet video as a scape goat to cover for terrorists who attacked a US embassy and killed four Americans, including the US Ambassador to Libya. I would certainly be less shocking than using taxpayer money and American political operatives to interfere in the Israeli elections. Why is it so hard to believe that Obama bugged Trump Tower?   

Don't you people see what is going on here? Donald Trump was elected President on the platform of fixing the disaster that is Obamacare, securing our southern border, ending these multilateral trade deals that are killing American jobs and cutting taxes. This would undo all of the destructive anti-American leftist "progress" which was accomplished under President Zero's regime, and the leftist scoundrels simply can't have Americans less dependent on government, while the power and scope of the welfare state is diminished. The people opposing Trump; the Fifth Column leftist media, Charles Schummer and all of his fellow travelers in the Democratic Party, the Deep State bureaucrats and the corrupt elites profiting from the enslavement of America simply can't have the Trump Agenda move forward. Making America Great Again would simply ruin all of their horrible plans.   

Why would any patriot not get behind President Trump and demand the scalps of these anti-American rats? 




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My wife drives

school bus and has for years. She likes the kids and enjoys it. That job would drive me nuts but that's another story.

What I wonder about is being a member of the Secret Service assigened to the first Family. The Trumps have a ten year old son and I wonder if he likes to hunt an fish.

Being assigned to him could probably be a pretty good deal I do know that Donald Jr and Eric, both of Trump's sons do hunt and fish.

"Hi, Honey. How was work?"

"Pretty good, dear. I nailed a white tail with one of the Trump older sons early this morning. Later after school I took his youngest out chasing squirrels. Next month it's Alaska for a week of fishing and then South Dakota for a pheasant hunt." 

Sounds like from time to time it could be pretty good duty.

On the other hand, I sure would not want to be assigned to a president with a daughter. The sleep overs and girly stuff would drive me stark staring bonkers.



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I am in the dog house again

 because I gave some pretty good advice to a young man.

I do not know why some young people ask me for advice but from time to time they do. I generally give things some thought but not always.

A young man asked me which of three young ladies he ought to ask to a dance a while ago. I guess to him it is important and I suppose at his age I might feel the same way.

Still, as I am older I see it for what it is. He wants to go to a dance and thinks it is the most important thing in the world. He's not looking for a lifelong mate. He's looking for a date for a Friday night.

I told him to take the one with the biggest boobs.

He looked a bit stunned. I explained to him that it really made no difference because he ws just looking for a date to go to a dance with. If he was a bit older he might be looking for a mate which is a different case altogether.

He looked thoughtful and agreed that he wasn't looking to get married and then looked at me and said, "I think I'll ask the one with the second biggest boobs because the girl with the biggest boobs has a butt that kind of matches them for size."

Good point. It makes sense to me.

Incidentally if anyone is horrorfied reading this you might stop and think I am changing for the better.

About 35 years ago some kid asked me who to go to the prom with and my partner and I fixed him up with a local stripper.

I would imagine his parents are still looking for me.

His mother probably wants me dead and his father probably wants me to fix him up as his parents were divorced.




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I do not have to pay dues at my sportsman's club anymore.

 Pretty neat!

This year they changed the rule on senior members. If you are over 60 and have been a paid member for 20 years your become a senior member. It used to be age 65 and I turned 65 a couple of months ago.

That's a pretty good deal. It is quite generous of the club to do that. They don't have to do that and don't really owe me anything. Still, I am grateful.




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I wanted to bite someone the other day

I was getting something off the shelf and some wannabe tough guy in a hurry reached up to get the same item which I suppose is OK but he stuck his arm about a quarter inch from my nose without so much as an excuse me.

"When I got out of high school I went into the army for a hitch," I said. "That was followed by about fifteen years in Alaska as a commercial fisherman and I have been a merchant seaman ever since. I am a fifty year chain smoker that has not had a smoke in well over a week. Please continue your poor manner at your own peril."

He looked somewhat shocked. I guess he has been getting away with poor manners for quite some time now.


"You would look foolish beating up an old man," I added. "You would also look foolish having to explain how you got bested by and old man getting ready to collect Social Security. Now show a few manners."

There really wasn't much he could do but wander off.

I wish more people would call people out on bad manners.

We'd all be better off.




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I decided to stop drinking for a while

because I have been stressed out lately for reasons I won't get into.

The first step was to go out and buy a fresh bottle of bourbon. I have done this and it remains unopened except for a couple of snorts that were poured for a neighbor.

I bought this so I would not run out.

It is one thing to stop doing something because you want to stop doing it.

It is another thing entirely to stop doing something because you ran out.

For that same reason there is a pack of Camels in the freezer as I go into my 4th smoke free month.

When the stressful part of the year passes I may resume having a drink here and there but I will not until the stressful period passes and I can relax with it instead of using it TO relax.

When in doubt, face things head on.



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I saw Trump's speech last night

Like him or not, it was a good speech and I enjoyed it.

I do believe he has the support of the working stiff, especially the guy that is looking for work. He pointed out that a lot of companies are investing in the country since he was elected. There's a lot of money returning to the country since he got elected.

All in all it was a pretty good speech.

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