Do you know who I am?

I was asked by some self-appointed big shot.

"Why? You need someone to tell you who you are? You got Alzheimer's or something? Check your driver's license."

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There is a new vaccine out

made from the DNA of one Keith Richards.

I am signing right up to take it.

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And Piccolo goes on the liberal's $hit list again

because someone started in on how we should live in a democracy which is nothing more or less than mob rule. 

I believe Ben Franklin described a democracy as two wolves and a sheep discussing dinner plans.

It was over the abolition of the Electoral college. She said she thought it could be more democratic to eliminate it because we should be a democracy.

I told her she didn't want to live in a democracy if she had any sense at all unless she thought gang rapes were OK.

It's true.  In one sense a gang rape is a very democratic event. You have, say five wannabe rapists and one scared chick that doesn't want any part of it.

Well, if you take a vote on it, it's obvious what is going to happen. Some poor woman is going to have a bad day. See how a democracy worked out for her.

In a solid constitutional republic where one' rights are spelled out that skinny chick is going to have the right to be left alone. Thanks to the Second Amendment she'll be permitted to carry the firepower to make damned good and sure she's left alone. As it should be.

What actually got me in trouble is the way I put it.

"Let's take a look at a nice, ugly gang rape. There you have it! Democracy in action! You have five guys voting for it and one skinny little terrified chick voting against it. The desires of the majority overriding the desire of the minority.   Still want to live in a democracy?"

I was  told I was too crass.

Oh, well.

 

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Job opportunity.

as usual the government always seems to create job opportunities every time you turn around.

Because whisky is taxed so heavily they have created an open market for moonshiners. It's been that way since  George Washington's time. With cannabis legalized in places they hit the black market pretty hard until they started taxing it so hard. The black market still remains in place and probably uninjured very much.

Now I see Bill Gates is wanting 'Covid passports' as a way of opening up the economy. I guess without proof of having taken the vaccine you won't be able to travel and do other things. 

Of course this creates yet another market. Bogus Covid vaccine papers.

Time to crank up the lifestyle a bit and make a few bucks.

Are you having to stay at home because you have not been vaccinated? Tired of not being able to fly or attend the church of your choice? Are your kids mad at you because you can't have them over for Thanksgiving dinner any more?

Your headaches are over! For $19.95 plus S&H you, too can have your very own Covid passport and get your whole life back!

Made to exacting US government specifications the Amazing Covid Passport can pass clean through the strictest government inspections and allow you to go ANYWHERE! Get your freedoms back without having vax!

Have your credit card handy and call Piccolo Enterprises now! Operators are standing by!

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I remember a TV human interest story from several years ago.

It was about a New Jersey Black family that felt that their $100/week family gasoline bill was unbearable. If I recall correctly gasoline at the time was pretty expensive. They had two or three kids.

While the husband was speaking to the reporter the wife was standing there with the look of self rightous indignation of someone that feels they have been cheated. The husband did the same thing when his wife was being interviewed. I actually started to feel somewhat sorry for them until I saw their family car.

It wasn't one of the big Detroit gas guzzlers. It was THE biggest gas guzzler on the market at the time. By no means was it the most expensive car Detroit was making at the time but it certainly wasn't inexpensive, either. It was a behemoth and a real monster of a vehicle.

That's when I stopped feeling sorry for them. They had made a very stupid decision. There were any number of smaller, more fuel efficient vehicles out there that were far less expensive to begin with. They could have paid about half the price for twice the fuel effiency and had enough room for the entire family.

I expect to see that story played again in the news in the not too distant future because the price of gasoline is going to increase soon at an alarming rate thanks to (fraudulent) President Biden's recent decision to shut down the Keystone pipeline and going after the oil companies. We WERE energy dependent and enjoyed inexpensive gasoline until he showed up.

Of course the next time they play this angle in the news as a human interest story they will likely choose an illegally immigrated Hispanic family. After all, we have to spread things out a bit. 

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I just saw where a Tacoma police officer ran over a rioter or three.

and to be honest with you I really don't care.

Of course I am a Darwinist.

Anybody that is stupid enough to encircle ANYONE driving a 4500 pound automobile and threaten the occupant(s) gets what they deserve.

They say you can't fix stupid and in general the statement is true but I see there is an exception to this. 

A Darwin award is proof that stupid CAN be fixed!

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It's a coal burner.

I saw a guy plug his car into a charging station the other day and asked him how he liked his car.

"The coal burner?" he grinned. "It's pretty good for what I use it for. It's a commuter. The wife's gas burner is our long haul traveler."

I liked the guy immediately. He understood that electricity actually comes from somewhere.

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It is easy to spend omeone else's money

Someone told me about sending someone an email stating that the price of insulin just went up because Biden undid Trump's executive order thatlowered the price.

He said he didn't mind paying more to get Trump out of office.

Truth be known, I'm rather sure he isn't paying for the insulin out of his own pocket. It's likely being paid for either by an insurance company or some government sponsered program.

See how easy it is to spend someon else's money?

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Miss me yet?

Joe Biden hasn't even been in a week yet and he has already put thousands out of work, driven the prices of medicine up (especially insulin) and gas prices have started to rise.

The border wall is coming down, the borders open and we will be flooded with illegal immigrants that will flood the country and deplete our already over taxed social programs.

He's also taken a massive dump on the troops by housing a battalion of them in a parking garage with one electrical outlet, one bathroom with two stalls in it. He apologized to them only AFTER he was embarrassed into it by none other than Donald Trump who offered to put them up in his Washington DC hotel.

The next step, of course is to fix the electoral system so it can be more easily rigged by allowing mail-in and even internet voting.

Word to the wise. if you vote on line you lose your right to a secret ballot as it can and probably will be traced back to the computer you used and presumably you.

Of course the media is going to try and come up with a spin that blames Trump for all of this misery so be ready for it.

As I post this, Trump's approval rating is now higher than Biden's. Think about that one for a minute.

  

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My wrist watch is still in the buttonhole of my bush jacket.

which says something because my bush jacket is the jacket I travel in and I have been home for a while.

What's interesting to note is that the watch stays in the buttonhole until I board the plane on the way TO work, after I have cleared TSA. On the way home before I get to the airport it goes back in the buttonhole and stays there either until I wash the jacket or return to work.

It seems these days that I only wear a wrist watch at work.

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Breakfast today was half a can of dog food (corned beef hash) and a couple of eggs on top.

Which was OK all things considered. 

Still, today is going to be a sucky day because my sleep patterns have been messed with. 

Yesterday I decided to take a quick nap for about an hour and went down hard for about 8 hours which is totally abnormal and I know ruined my night sleep later on.

This hasn't happened to me in decades and it makes me wonder about a lot of things. Am I fighting something? 

The last time I had the flu, about 20 something years ago I managed to knock it out in a short time because I slept it away. I'd wake up, eat, have a couple of drinks and go back to sleep for another 8 hours or so. I think I slept over 18 hours a day for a couple of days and when I emerged the flu was gone.

I also remember one time at work circa 1991 when I ran myself ragged,  going without sleep for a couple of days. On top of that I realized I was probably trying to fight off a cold or something.

We got lucky and were tied up for a couple of days and I went down HARD for almost 18 straight hours into a deep coma. I didn't wake up to pee or anything and my shipmate said I never made a sound.

I came around feeling very refreshed and knew that I had beaten whatever I had been fighting.

It's possible I am fighting Covid now but have no clue. I doubt it, but it wouldn't surprise me.

Update. It hasn't been a bad day. I think I'm going to go right back on schedule tonight although maybe I'll sack out an hour or so later than usual. Maybe not. We'll see.

 

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One time grub shopping.

One of my duties on the boat was grub shopping. 

I would go into Walmart with a good sized wad of cash and get groceries for two people for three weeks. This meant everything required for two men for three weeks and included cleaning supplies, toilet paper, paper towels and everything else required. 

I had to get it right the first time because there are no grocery stores open at sea. Not even a convenience store.

Anyway, it would generally fill up three or four shopping carts.

I was checking out and had just finishing the second to last card when some clown asked if I could cash out and let him pay for a couple of items. Of course I replied with a resounding no. When he had come up behind me I had warned him I was going to be a while and maybe he'd be better off in another line. He didn't take my advice. I had no sympathy for him. He had been warned.

The bag boy was busy stuffing my chow in fruit boxes instead of bags. Boat orders are generally boxed up because carrying bags is a major inconvenience.

Anyway I had just finished ringing the second to last cart up when the guy put his three items on the belt and said, "C'mon. Cash out. It'll only take you a second. I'm in a hurry." He placed his three items on the conveyor.

I picked the three items up, reached over to the scanner, scanned the three items in front of the surprised cashier, slid them down to the bag boy and told him to pit them in the Colombia apple box which he did dutifully.

I turned to the pushy bastard and said to him, "Those items are mine now. I paid for them and if you go through my property I'll have you arrested."

The cashier looked up at me wide-eyed but I could sense he was amused. The clown in question said he was going to get the manager.

The last cart had paper towels, toilet paper and a couple of other bulky items in it. It went through fast and I quickly cashed out. The bag boy had been efficient and had the whole order on a big cart and we were wheeling it out when the manager appeared with the moron.

He asked my side of the story and as I told it I detected a touch of a smirk. I told him the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth and I saw he was rather amused.

"The items are his," said the manager to the moron. "He paid for them. The only thing you can do is go back and get them off the shelf and wait in line like everyone else."

"Why, I ought to..." said the moron.

"You ought to do nothing," snapped the manager. "If you follow him outside I will call the police. I will also tell them you instigated it. Besides you'll probably get hurt. Older guys don't fight very fair."

"What am I going to do?" asked the moron.

"I guess you're going to have to get your items off the shelf again and wait in line like everyone else," he replied. I noticed the bag boy smirled when he said that. 

Two minutes alter I was loading the boxes into the back of my pickup. A few minutes later I drove off uneventfully.

Later on the boat as we were putting the stuff away into the variousl lockers my shipmate held up a can and asked, "What's this $hit? It wasn't on the list."

"Don't ask," I laughed. "Just eat it."

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I have been getting out of town to keep from getting too caught up in the gnus.

And the other day out in the middle of nowhere I met an interesting man that has 4 kids.

He told me that all he does is go to work and maybe once a week signs a few checks. His kids do everything else.

It's kind of a rotation system where they all have responsibilities. The younger ones cook and clean and do various maintenence around the house and the oldest is responsible for all of the bills. 

The second oldest can now drive and is responsible for all of the shopping. He's also responsible for half the laundry.The next one down the line runs the entire kitchen, does all of the cooking and prepares the menus. She's responsible for the other half of the laundry. She's given a budget for food that as is the oldest that pays the bills.

The cleaning is split up among all four kids but the youngest gets a somewhat bigger share because she's not quite old enough to do the other things. I think the youngest is responsible for feeding the pets, too.

About once a week dad consults with the oldest and the third oldest and does a quick check if finances and signs the necessary checks and the bills go out. 

It's an interesting sysem because as the kids leave the house they will be familliar with practically all aspects of day to day life of running a household.

It also gives each child an important sense of responsibility.

Sounds pretty good to me.

What interests me is what is going to happen to these kids as they move out and marry. On the other hand I think that these kids are likely not apt to marry an incompetent mate. Time will tell.

Still, that sounds like a pretty good way to raise a bunch of kids.

Update. 

I wrote this post a couple of days ago and the weather shifted and I have been socked in for a couple of days. I'm going out today just to escape again. 

Back in. I tried to head in a different direction today but it seemed that all roads lead to Rome, in this case the city. I finally got fed up and when I crossed an expressway I got on it and headed north and into farm country. 

When I had cleared the fringes of suburbia I got off the highway and started tooling along a secondary road I kept my eyes peeled for smaller roads that actually go somewhere and took one. There was a sign saying that the next turn led to a hamlet of sorts and I took that.

The village was several miles away and I drove at a reasonable clip. On these unpatrolled quiet roads you can generally drive as fast as you dare but I wan't in a hurry.

All in all I did manage to get out of the house and go for a decent ride.

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SOmeone asked me about what happened to President Trump when he got Covid.

I told them that the Sp/4 that was on duty handed him two Advil and told him to drink plenty of fluids and come back during normal sick call hours.

He asked what happened next.

I told him that the President took the two Advil, returned to the White House and came back at 0600 the next day.

The idiot believed me.

When their jaw drops and they ask "Really?" you know you've taken them in.

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Whatever it is you want to accuse me of, I'm guilty.

as sin. I did it.

It generally takes the wind out of everyone's sails.

Many moons ago I was sitting in a bar with my then skipper and he was conducting business. While I had a vested interest in the deal he hammered out, I realy had no say in it. This is often the case for a fisherman. It's the skipper's boat, his business and a deckhand is a hired hand.

It must have been getting close to ten that night when the skipper's daughter walked in. She needed a ride home as it was a school night.

The skipper turned to me and asked me to drop her off which I cheerfully did. I was back in the bar and rejoined the table again in under 20 minutes.

The meeting went well and shortly there after it wound up putting about another $1000 in my pocket but I digress.

Anyway, the next morning I wandered into the bar to meet the skipper and my old arch enemy that had been there watching me the night before saw me enter the joint.

"I saw you last night," he practically shouted. "You knew that girl you left with is only fourteen!" It was a lame effort to embarrass me and lower my social standing. It didn't work very well.

"Yeah, but she felt like she was ten!" I shot back and watched coffee squirt out of several noses, including my skipper's, and brandy shoot out of Duke's. Duke was a morning drinker.

It pretty much ended the issue right then and there except that my skipper had a quiet word with him where I think they discussed the possibility of the jerk getting a free nose job of some sort. I was not privy to the conversation. A few minutes later on the way to the boat the skipper looked at me and shook his head sadly and laughed.

Anyway, that's been my M.O. for decades now. It just knocks the wind out of someone's sails on the spot. Always confess to a more serious crime than you are accused of.

 

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Well, Trump has left and Biden is now POTUS

What is going to be interesting is the next couple of years.

Taxes will go up, jobs will head overseas, and Karens will gloat about that awful Donald Trump has been replaced.

Of course she will see the light over time but likely won't have the guts to speak out. Besides if she did she'd be banned from social media.

One indication will be when she finds that the annual trip to Cabo ain't happening this year and she notices the $6000 they used to spend on their vacation ain't there because her family taxes went up $10,000.

Of course her husband will suggest she start pitching in and she'll dust off the Woman's Studies degree she got and find out it's worthless. It's off to Starbucks IF there's an open slot that hasn't been filled by humanities or pupperty majors.

A few years later she'll be screeching about the low cost housing project going in down the street and the value of her home dropping like a stone. In addition to that she will be shouting about the new neighbors bringing in drugs and other nice things. 

She won't be able to own a firearm to keep the nice new thug neighbors at bay and the now defunded police are going to be useless to non existant.

 When her kid comes home either tweaking from meth of listless from heroin she'll be fit to be tied. She also won't be too pleased to find out her husband's 401K is losing money at a breakneck rate and that runaway inflation is going to mean that Karen is probably going to have to plant a garden to help feed her family.

What's sad about it is that she'll likely never figure out what happened.

Of course this won't happen overnight but it will be interesting to see what happens over the next few years.

Actually stage one is in session now. My guess is that by Easter Biden willl be gone and Harris will be running the show. That's where it will get a whole lot uglier.

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I just had an interesting eBay experience.

I just bought a pair of jeans on eBay which in itself is no big deal.

The jeans were listed as button closure which I like because once in a while during the summer I occasionally 'go commando' and zippers and men's junk do not get along very well inless one is extremely careful.

Jeans are pretty much a purchase you can make on line because you really don't have to try them on if you know your size. Also my bid was basically another fire and forget it bid, sort of a shot in the dark.

I was somewhat surprised I won.

Anyway the jeans were listed as button closure and when they arrived they had the dreaded zipper on them. I groaned and thought about what I had to look forward to. Most likely I would have to return them on my own nickel and I would probably be reimbursed the purchase price but wind up eating the shipping.

I would wind up being out money with nothing to show for it. 

On the feedback I commented that the pants were mislabeled, listed as button closure but the pants arrived with a zipper and shot that off and forgot about it.

A few hours later I checked my email and there was a letter from PayPal. I thought, "Now what do they want?" and opened it. My money, all of it, pants and shipping had been returned. I was surprised.

There was another email from eBay. It was from the seller. They simply admitted they made a mistake and that they had reimbursed me for my trouble. I was astonished.

Someone actually stood up to the plate and accepted responsibility for their actions!

I can't undo my feedback complaint but I CAN and did go to MY feedback where I could write a complimentary note.

I did this and said the seller went overboard to make things right and that I woud CHEERFULLY do business with them again.

I hope it helps them because that kind of integrity should not be punished for.    

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Piccolo's gardening tip. Most people don't know squat about hiding a body.

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The clean underwear checker at the hospital

I am no different than anyone else that had a mother. Practically everyone has mothers and the mothers of the worls always tell their kid to wear clean underwear in case they have an accident and have to go to the hospital. That way when the doctor sees you have clean drawers on he will know you come from a good family and try harder to save you.

Actually that's what mothers say. In reality if you have a real serious accident you're likely to $hit yourself anyway.

When I broke my leg in 5th grade the nurse cut my skids off and tossed them. Being a kid I watched and discovered my mother lied to me but for decades I played along with it. No use pissing off your mother.

I was about 50 when I broke something in my foot and had to go to the hospital. A shipmate helped me to the triage nurse and remembering my mother's good words (and seeing a target of opportunity) I looked at the heavily made up stuffy looking woman behind the desk and hopped back several feet and tols my shipmate I could make her makeup crack. He said "No Way!"

"Ten bucks," I replied and he said he'd take it all.

He helped me hobble back to the desk. I looked at the Big Nurse and said, "I've had an accident and I'm at the hospital. Where's the clean underwear checker?"

"The what?" she asked.

"The clean underwear checker. If you have raised children you would know about the clean underwear checker unless you raised pigs," I answered. Her maked cracked and my shipmate let me loose, opened his wallet and quietly handed me a ten spot.

Behing the Big Nurse I saw a skinny redhead watching raptly. She seemed quite amused. Her freckles told me she was Irish. The look on her face told me she knew EXACTLY where I was coming from. Had she been Italian, Jewish or even Estemenian I knew it would have made no difference. 

Years ago I was a cab driver in Ketchikan, Alaska and several cruise ships a week came into town. The cruise industry was big then and my fares came from all over the planet. 

For some reason the clean underwear business came up among my fellow hacks over an after work beer and I decided to research it. I asked every foreign woman if they told thier kids to wear clean underwear in case they got into an accident and had to go to the hospital. Virtually every woman blushed slightly and the answer was practically universal. They all did.

I also used to take a nurse to work and asked her about it and she like to have died laughing. 

She wore a badge with her nurse uniform that had her name on it and

under it her title, registered nurse.

When I picked her up a couple days later she showed me her new badge. It had her name. Under that it said registered nurse and under that it said 'clean underwear checker'. Small town hospitals back the had a sense of humor.

Back to the hospital and my broken foot. The Big Nurse's makeup had just cracked, and amunsed redhead vanished and less than a minute later as I was filling out some paperwork someone came up behind me, reached down the back of my pants. Before I could turn around my feet were off the ground in the biggest wedgee I have ever recieved.

I did land on my good foot and turned around to see the biggest, tallest bustiest Swedish nurse I had ever seen in my life!

It was love at first sight. I wanted to marry her, go ashore and become a farmer because her was a woman I could love, milk and have pull the plow! I wold have bought that moose a set of antlers!

The Swedish girl looked at the shaken triage nurse with the cracked makeup and old her I was good to go because I was wearing clean underwear. The Big Nurse's makeup started falling off in sheets!

Meanwhile in the triage room some young kid turned beet red and looked scared. My guess is he might have had a skid mark on his shorts and figured the doctor was just going to let him die.

I was sent back to wait my turn and it came rather fast. I was treated by a grinning team like a visiting celebrity, X-rayed and sent to a clinic but the clinic's another story.

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I just read where Joe Biden had 24,000 hits on Youtube

when he made some kind of pre inauguration speech.

While President Trump spoke at the Alamo in Texas he got 840,000 hits while he was actually speaking.

Interesting.

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I got told I am not fit to be taken out in public again.

We were having lunch together and the waiter started making small talk and asked us our line of work.

I told him I was employed by the UK as a time specialist and went on to explain how I was part of the team that moved the stones of Stonehenge 30 degrees of arc ahead to calibrate it for Daylight Saving time and move it back to Standard time six months later.

My pal complained he had a practically impossible to keep a straight face as the listened and watched the waiter swallow the entire thing.

I have done this before and I'll probably do it again because I am constantly amazed at how many people believe it.

Now I know how CNN gets away with what they do.

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I just spent an entire afternoon back in America as I know it.

Although it was as cold as a witch's tit in a brass bra, I suited up, fired up the Miata and headed north to rural America.

I've needed to do this since the censoring has begun in ernest. I've had a couple of websites I frequent labeled as unsuitable by Big Tech and they've been scrambling to find new servers.

Someone that routine emails me has had their emails to me blanked out because apparently her server didn't like the content. It's getting pretty bad and I had to take a break.

Every trip needs a mission and this one was to get a hot dog in a country convenience store. Not a chain store, where food is made to order but an old fashioned nasty old gas station hot dog.

I really didn't care if I got a damned hot dog. I just wanted to get away from the internet, the censorship, suburbia and the bull$hit in general.

I also wanted to do a little zooming and booming through a couple of twistie backroads which I did end up doing. 

I already said it was cold out so I donned a flannel shirt under my flight jacket, wrapped a silk scarf around my neck and decided to top it off with a Snoopy hat and goggles.

So clad and ready for adventure I fired up the Miata, strapped in with the 4 point harness and hit the trail and headed straight to the boring part, the expressway. It wasn't long before I got off at an exit where I could get on a quiet PA secondary highway. I've been on this road before and was surprised it had been repaved recently. 

That's when I realized I wasn't out to rat-shack race, I just wanted to enjoy a sports car and I did slow it down a little. Instead of simply wanting to go balls out rat-shack I wanted to go as fast as I could but still stay in the center of the lane. I wasn't slicing curves and drifting around corners. 

It was quite a joy, really, an escape and truly managed to forget about the damned government and big tech playing the Big Brother game. I really needed that.

I did stop at a few places, a feed store here, a convenience mart there and get out and talk to a few country folk. It was a joy.

Some of the places I passed still had Trump signs up and one or two had home made signs. One read 'Gun owners matter'. 

We're in the simple country of people that believe in the basics and live somewhat simple lives. Many gun owners lives DO matter along with a lot of other's people's lives of all races, creeds and colors. On the other hand many lives really don't matter to me one bit.

Rolling past a few Amish farms I saw a Dutchman out at the end of his driveway. I stopped and chatted with him. I suppose I would look a bit odd to an English but I know I didn't to a Dutchman. They tend to be practical and in an open cockpit to him I'd imagine my outfit made sense. We talked about what he's going to grow next season and what was interesting is he hasn't made his mind up yet. It depends on the kind of winter we have. 

I suggested corn so we could make bourbon whisky and he laughed. It's a shame I didn't have a half pint of Jim Beam because I know he would have appreciated a snort. Dutchmen like a good drink from time to time. Many of them also like a good cigar.

Still, I am not going to even try once to second guess an Amish farmer. While he doesn't have internet access like his English counterpart, in farming even the internet can't predict the upcoming growing season  Although the English may use data they glean off of the web, what it boils down to is the Dutchman's guess is about as good as anyone else's.

A few years back I met a farmer and asked him how he knew what to plant in season. He explained how he reads all the government predictions he gets off of the computer and he laughed and said, "Then I ask a couple of Dutchmen, add everything up and divide by three."

It's an interesting world out there. It's also simple in many ways but complex in others. Still, it's a change.

A while back I brought up the war against Christianity. The guy I was talking to went off like a skyrocket about First Amendment and how the Christians are being treated poorly and so on and so forth. He thought Christianity was getting a pretty raw deal. He also commented the Jews were getting a raw deal, too.

I asked him what his faith was and he turned red and admitted he hadn't been inside a church in over 40 years. Then it occurred to me. He was sticking up not for any particular church but the very right to attend the one of one's choosing. 

Of course I saw some sick looking late 20s type walking around looking like holy hell. An obvious abuser of something. He was really skinny so I figured meth as meth is pretty cheap and can be made at home if one has the patience. Someone once told me the recipe but I have forgotten it over the time. Some things are the same all over. I think heroin is the drug of choice in the 'burbs these days.

As I went through some of the towns in the county north of me I saw that about every other or every third phone pole had the picture of a veteran hanging from it. In a small borough of less than a thousand people there was a modest monument dedicated to those who served standing outside the borough building.

As I cruised along the army vet in me came to life and I started looking around for things. I saw defilade and realized that I'm in deer hunter country. A lot of these people are hunters and one guy I briefly chatted with spoke of having three deer in his freezer.

I saw any number of backhoes and other machinery in yards and realized these people have the capability of making an entire infantry squad simply vanish. I do recall that in the Shenendoah Valley a rather large unit of Yankee troops vanished never to be seen or heard of again. A small unit of anything could probably vanish here if the locals decided to make it happen.

Oh, yeah. The hot dog.

I pulled into a non-chain convenience store and saw one of those spinning hot dog rollers. There were two dogs on it and both looked pretty nasty. They looked like they had been on the roller for days. 

They were coated with the grease that the heat had leeched out of them and I knew the inside was going to be pretty crunchy. When I pulled one out and put it in a roll the clerk looked at me in alarm and told me to throw it out.

Instead I slathered it with mustard and relish. 

The clerk refused to let me pay for it but did let me pay for a small coke. I took it outside and it was delicious!

If the weather is decent today when the sun comes up I think I will head in a different direction. I'll head toward the hills and pay moonshine country a little visit. Update. It's snowing. Maybe tomorrow or the next day.

  

 

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I have just read where some teenager reported her parents for attending the Trump rally in DC

Nice kid, huh? Ratted out her parents.

Where's she going to spend Thanksgiving and Christmas now?

I'll let you in on a secret. Joseph Stalin himself hated people that ratted out their families. 

Of course he did accept the information and cheerfully shipped the people off to the gulags. Still, he never did trust them figuring that anyone that would rat out their families had no character or integrity to begin with. If they couldn't be loyal to their own family then who could they be loyal to? Squealers were not to be trusted.

The police don't really respect snitches, either. Especially the petty little ones where there is no real victim to begin with.

Of course the police actually are grateful to someone that reports a legitimate crime and respect someone for doing so but petty snitches are not up there in the average cops list of people they respect. They also wonder about what the squealer is trying to hide.

Cops figure there's something cowardly in a person that would use the police department to settle a petty squabble. It's common knowledge that criminal types report each other to eliminate competition. What a lot of people fail to realize that as a government gone amok will turn on its very squealers.

I read where during the Stalin purges one government official had a regular snitch come in and report a farmer that had kept a small portion of his crop for his own use. He looked at where the farmer lived. The farm was some distance away and he didn't feel like making the trip so instead of going to the farm he arrested the squealer for 'low moral character' and had her shipped to the Gulag.

A lot of people think that the tip lines are totally condidential but in reality they are not. Policemen have access to them, of course. Policemen also have friends and neighbors outside of the department and occasionally let a few things slip.

For that matter a policeman had a quiet word with me once about something I was doing and said someone had reported me twice. (I was shooting a Daisy Red Ryder BB gun at a target inside a BB catcher and had an embankment hill as a backstop in case of a miss. It was nothing dangerous. It's the same BB gun Ralphie got for Christmas in a Christmas story)

It took me about 2 seconds to figure out who the snitch was. She later outed herself but I won't say how. 

It's actually pretty easy to make someone out themselves. I had some kid that was stealing 550 paracord from my ham radio antenna for a while. I posted a couple of signs in the backyard declaring the area to be a former military training area and to watch for unexploded ordinance.

Three days later a policeman showed up and asked me about the signs.

"Oh, that." I replied. "The kids keep vandalizing my antenna. Now go to the mother that reported it and tell her that if my antenna is vandalized again you are going to come and arrest her son. I put that signage up to get some mother to out her kid".

After the cop stopped laughing he said he'd take it from there. About 45 minutes later he reported back and told me I wasn't likely to have any more problems. He had spoken to the mother.

I didn't ask the cop who it was and he didn't tell me but a few days later the kid outed himself to me when he saw me in the yard gardening. 

Recently the STASI records were released in East Germany. The Germans opted not to release the list of who had reported who but I have heard that parts of it are getting out through various and nefarious sources. They figured that about one in six was a snitch.

I'm sure there's going to be a lot of quiet vengeance taking place in East Germany when someone finds out who it was that ratted out their favorite uncle Fritz and had him carted off in the middle of the night.

Another thing to remember, too. Some of the first people Stalin purged were many of the intellectuals and others that had supported him early on. He figured if they could get him into power they could get him booted out of power.

If you spot someone committing a legitimate crime, by all means report it. If not simply shut the hell up. On the other hand, if you don't know the difference like an awful lot of people don't you really ought to simply keep quiet.To a lot of little bored suburban wives, a man leaving a supermarket and throwing his mask down in the parking lot is a major bioterrorist threat worthy of a panicky call to the FBI. I's not. It's simply littering. 

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I see where CNN is not going to be running in airports anymore after 31 March.

Something has to replace them and I am hoping to find that they are replaced with reruns of  The Jerry Springer Show.

It would be far more honest than CNN.

I have already heard from a few travelers and they seem to be overjoyed.

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Someone has suggested I learn HF digital

which is something I have done before. I have worked digital a few years back but like a lot of things to me it's use it or lose it.

He says that in the future ham radio will becme an invaluable tool for communication and digital communication works a lot better than voice.

He's right on the second part and wrong on the first part.

Eventualy ham radio will be outlawed and sooner than one thinks.

When the United States outlaws ham radio it will join the ranks of Yemen and North Korea.

It's coming. 

I suppose when that happens a lot of people are going to simply 'cut the wire'.

For those that don't understand, most current ham rigs have a chip in them that allows the rig to transmit only on the legal ham bands. When one 'cuts the wire' they have enabled the rig to transmit anywhere on the HF spectrum.

Of course those that do will likely be chased down like dogs.

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Does anyone out there have a 15-19 yo daughter that can keep a straight face?

If so let me know.

There is a waitress here that is somewhat of a gossip. It you tell her you are celebrating a birthday or a graduation or something she tells all of the other diners.

I am now looking for a 15-20 year old to take to dinner. The plan is to tell the waitress that we are celebrating our 10th wedding anniversary. 

I'm sure the outrage will be epic.

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A quick visit to the gun store

Showed me very little ammunition, none of common caliber and few firearms for sale.

A bolt action carbine identical to the carbines used by Teddy Roosevelt at San Juan hill is $1295 and will likely walk out of the store in a day or so mainly because there is ammunition available to tbe person that buys it.

This country is girding for a civil war.

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Someone paid me one hell of a compliment

He said I was not fit to be taken out in public. I melted.

So my friend Rocky swung by the house and caught me as I was getting ready to leave to get a few things at the supermarket. He wanted to talk so I told him to hop in with me.

Now Rocky is blessed with a cheerful disposition and cursed with the face of a man that has just been released from two decades of  prison hard time even though he probably doesn't have a parking ticket. In a way he reminds me of Danny Trejo, the actor that specialized in slasher films and plays convicts. He's also pretty big.

Anyway, we were entering the supermarket but were well clear of it. I had just donned my mask and Rocky was fishing his out when some Karen snapped at him that he had better get his mask on.

Rocky is generally pretty fast on the uptake. He's kind and cheerful but doesn't take a whole lot of shit. He's fast but I was faster.

"Lady, that my WIFE you're talking to," I snapped. You better give the love of my life an apology before she bitch slaps you across the parking lot!"

Her look of confusion and fear was something to behold. She was looking at an angry 70 year old man and a man of about 45 years old that looked like he had just been released from Sing Sing. She didn't know what to do so she went to woman's default.

She turned on the water works and started blubbering out an apology. "I didn't know he's your wife," she sobbed.

"Well, you knew she's somebodies wife," I shot back. "You owe my wife an apology!"

She blubbered out a quick apology and fled.

I looked at Rocky who was beet red. He looked at me and stuttered, "I'm your WIFE? I ought to beat the hell out of you for that little stunt!" Then he settled down a bit. He shook his head sadly, laughed and said told me I was unfit to be taken out in public. 

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I think I am going to take tomorrow off from Hich Tech and go looking for America.

Which is atually not that too hard to find. You just hop on US 19 and head north. After Zelienople it starts to show up.

I need this desperately.

Maybe just do something as simple as have a hot dog and a coke in a rural store somewhere.

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I am now wondering how long it will be before the Hash disappears.

We are now seeing a lot of things disappearing.

I wonder how long this blog is going to last before it disappears.

With 91 followers I doubt it will be a priority but one never knows.

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I just saw where Hollyweird is remaking 'Blazing Saddles'

No details except there is a pre-movie three minute explanation of some sort explaining that it is supposed to be funny or some damned thing.

I don't need any. 

I am disgusted. (Again.)

Hollywood can kiss my ass.

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The entire McUzi rant stored for safekeeping until I need it.

One never knows when they will ever need the McUzi rant to use on someone.

You swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of filth.You are a canker. A sore that won't go away. I would rather kiss a slug
than be seen with you. You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You
are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest
contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, a weasel. Your life is a monument to
stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon.
You are a bleating foal, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared
richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into
this world. An insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody, abandoned
by the puke-drooling, giggling beast who sired you and then killed
himself in recognition of what he had done. Your daddy was a bastard,
your mamma was a whore, and you wouldn't be here if the rubber hadn't
tore. I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same
species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at the
very thought of you.
You have all the appeal of a booger. Lepers avoid you. You are vile,
worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of
this earth. And did I mention you smell?
You snail-skulled little rabbit. Would that a hawk pick you up, drive
its beak into your brain, and upon finding it rancid set you loose to
fly briefly before spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame
of your ignoble blood.
May you choke on the queasy, convulsing nausea of your own trite,
foolish beliefs. You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are
grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a
fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you. Sheep won't have sex with
youonly trash such as yourself.
You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot.



And what meaning do you expect your delusionally self-important
statements of unknowing, inexperienced opinion to have with us? What
fantasy do you hold that you would believe that your tiny-fisted
tantrums would have more weight than that of a leprous desert rat,
spinning rabidly in a circle, waiting for the bite of the snake?
You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and
obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living
emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a
disease, you puerile, one-handed, slack-jawed, drooling, meatslapper. On
a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool.
You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality
of a used condom. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and
benighted. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery
and sorrow wherever you go. You smarmy lagerlout git. You bloody woofter
sod. Bugger off, pillock. You grotty wanking oik artless base-court
apple-john. You clouted boggish foot-licking twit. You dankish
clack-dish plonker. You gormless crook-pated tosser. You churlish
boil-brained clotpole ponce. You cockered bum-bailey poofter. You craven
dewberry pisshead cockup pratting naff. You gob-kissing gleeking
flap-mouthed coxcomb. You dread-bolted fobbing beef-witted
clapper-clawed flirt-gill.
You are a fiend and a coward, and you have toe jam. You are degenerate,
noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I
despise everything about you, and I wish you would go away forever.
I cannot believe how incredibly stupid you are. I mean rock-hard stupid.
Dehydrated-rock-hard stupid. Stupid, so stupid it goes way beyond the
stupid we know into a whole different dimension of stupid. You are
trans-stupid stupid. Meta-stupid. Stupid collapsed on itself so far that
even the neutrons have collapsed. Stupid gotten so dense that no
intellect can escape. Singularity stupid. Blazing hot mid-day sun on
Mercury stupid.



You emit more stupid in one second than our entire galaxy emits in a year. Quasar stupid.



Your writing has to be a troll. Nothing in our universe can really be
this stupid. Perhaps this is some primordial fragment from the original
big bang of stupid. Some pure essence of a stupid so uncontaminated by
anything else as to be beyond the laws of physics that we know. I'm
sorry. I can't go on. This is an epiphany of stupid for me.
After this, you may not hear from me again for a while. I don't have
enough strength left to deride your ignorant questions and half baked
comments about unimportant trivia, or any of the rest of this drivel.
Duh. The only thing worse than your logic is your manners. I have
snipped away most of what you wrote, because, well... it didn't really
say anything...Your attempt at constructing a creative flame was
pitiful. I mean, really, stringing together a bunch of insults among a
load of babbling was hardly effective... Maybe later in life, after you
have learned to read, write, spell, and count, you will have more
success. True, these are rudimentary skills that many of us "normal"
people take for granted that everyone has an easy time of mastering. But
we sometimes forget that there are "challenged" persons in this world
who find these things more difficult. If I had known, that this was your
case then I would have never read your post. It just wouldn't have been
"right". Sort of like parking in a handicap space. I wish you the best
of luck in the emotional, and social struggles that seem to be placing
such a demand on you.
P.S.: You are hypocritical, greedy, violent, malevolent, vengeful,
cowardly, deadly, mendacious, meretricious, loathsome, despicable,
belligerent, opportunistic, barratrous, contemptible, criminal,
fascistic, bigoted, racist, sexist, avaricious, tasteless, idiotic,
brain-damaged, imbecilic, insane, arrogant, deceitful, demented, lame,
self-righteous, Byzantine, conspiratorial, satanic, fraudulent,
libelous, bilious, splenetic, spastic, ignorant, clueless, illegitimate,
harmful, destructive, dumb, evasive, double-talking, devious,
revisionist, narrow, manipulative, paternalistic, fundamentalist,
dogmatic, idolatrous, unethical, cultic, diseased, suppressive,
controlling, restrictive, malignant, deceptive, dim, crazy, weird,
dystopic, stifling, uncaring, plantigrade, grim, unsympathetic,
jargon-spouting, censorious, secretive, aggressive, mind-numbing,
abrasive, poisonous, flagrant, self-destructive, abusive,
socially-retarded, puerile, clueless, and generally Not Good.





Part II



Your incessant posting of sanctimonious bullshit and self righteous
nonsense proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that indeed sometimes the
slowest sperm does fertilize the egg...


While you may fancy yourself some sort of a "Christian�, I am sure
Christ would gleefully leap off the nearest bridge in order to
disassociate himself with your holier-than-thou crap.





All I can think of when my eyes are burned with the continual lack of
quality content of your posts, bible thumping horseshit, and moderator
ass-kissing is that another 4 minutes of my life could be potentially
wasted should I make the mistake to read whatever you have written.


You have dirty clothes, BO, bad breath, and I am quite confident that
should one open your top dresser drawer, it would contain skid marked
underwear. Your children will grow to be nothing more than felons or
beggars due to their genetic lineage. Likely, even your car is a smog
machine, and pollutes the earth like you pollute this site. You are a
festering infected boil on the ass of gun ownership, and Christianity;
with the apparent intelligence of an autistic gnat with downs syndrome.
You are the type


of weenie that causes people of mutilate themselves, trying to escape
the emotional pain that people as worthless as you even exist.





Knowing that you are a gun owner, I am strongly leaning towards
supporting testing for firearms. The fact that a man who can�t even
grasp the insane hypocrisy that exists in your constant barrage of
self-sainthood is allowed to own a habiliment of destruction is a
fucking social calamity, and needs to be stopped.





You cry like a woman, and you have a night-light to fend off boogie
men. You dress in drag, and you listen to ABBA. I am guessing that early
in life, Hitler encountered the Jewish version of you, thus explaining
his future actions.





I wish you nothing less then painful pancreatic cancer. Stones in your
shoes on long walks, and blisters on your ass as you sit down to shit.
Sleepless nights, broken hearts, hurricane damage to your home, sadness,
pain, misery, "Out of the Closet� outspoken homosexual children,
traffic tickets, loss of loved ones, felony convictions for crimes you
didn�t commit, weight gain, stubbed toes, sprained limbs, damage to the
transmission of your car on the ONE DAY you really needed it, always
having "something in your eye�, having to smell other peoples farts in
elevators, long waits at traffic lights, getting laid off from your job,
medical bills, having a squib load, then firing a round after it, holes
in your socks, underwear that�s too tight, sexual impotence, limb
amputation, or any other possible iniquitous event that could harm you
as bad as your mere presence harms humanity as a whole.





I believe elimination of inutile cocksuckers such as you could bring
everyone on this plane of differing views together, for the sole purpose
of your eradication. You are living proof that humans can impregnate
rodents.





I fucking hate you.

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