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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The cannibalism story, or my first time out from Nextdoor.

 This is just the gist of it.

 

The original posted stated that some derelict looking guy stood on her front porch for 45 minutes and walked off. She asked what she should have done. 

As is often the case the first post nailed it. They told her she should have called the police and let him explain to Officer Friendly what he was doing there.

 The answer made sense. That’s what the police are for.

Of course the second answer she got was some wag that suggested she answer the door with a shotgun.

 I replied that shotguns are passe. The proper tool to answer the door with is a kukri because nothing says that not only am I going to hack you up, I am also going to eat you like a kukri does.

 Some stick up her ass self-rightous woman posted that what I had said was cannibalism and that something was wrong with me for even thinking such a thing.

 I shot back that I have a big family to support and have to cut a few corners. You just grind him up, sneak it into the spaghetti sauce and the kids will never know the difference.

She replied she was sending a screenshot into the police department and that the police ought to dig up my back yard and when the find human remains, arrest me.

(I hope she DID send the screenshot to the police department. The cops could use a good laugh)

Anyway, I fired back that I hope they dug it up soon because I was getting ready to plant my annual marijuana crop.

She screeched that marijuana growing was illegal so I replied that as soon as it was planted I turn it over to my kids so they can sell it to their classmates for a little pocket money. When you have 19 children you have to do whatever it takes to get by.

 

She asked me how I could possibly have 19 children.

 

I asked her if her mother ever had a little talk with her when she was a little girl and tell her where babies come from.

 

That’s when I got my time out.

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Yesterday I spent about 6 hours waiting for a flight out of DTW.

My flight out of Frisco was delayed and my connection at DTW was missed and I had to wait on another flight out.

I spent much of it watching the doings in Washington, DC on an airport TV broadcasting CNN's take on things.

What I saw were half-truths, spins and outright lies.

When they posted that someone had been killed they left out who did the shooting. The shooter was police officer on the federal payroll and the woman's name was Ashli Babbit, a 14 year Air Force veteran.

CNN was trying to lead people to believe the shooter was one of the protesters.

They also said that a number of policemen had been injured and one had been hospitalized. It would be interesting to see what he was hospitalied for and the extent of his injuries. 

Because they didn't say that the officer had been injured by the protesters it's probably probable that Officer Fatso tripped and sprained his ankle, requiring X-rays or something along those lines. As for the so-called other 'injured' officers at my lst viewing none of them must have gotten hurt too badly because they didn't require hospitalization. 

For what it's worth, the threshold of what requires hospitalization is generally lower for police officers than it is for the average person.

CNN told complete, totally unmitigated outright lies.

I see where Twitter has closed the account of the President to keep him from being able to defend himself. CNN posted that Trump had supposedly told everyone to go home. This may wind up beong the only truthful thing CNN has posted lately.

I am waiting for after action roprts of those that were actually there.

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People don't really know what a problem is.

Cancer is a problem. A heart attack is a problem. 

A boat with a hole in the side of a boat at sea that can't pump water off faster than it's coming in has problem. A fire at sea on a tanker full of gasoline is a problem.

An overheated shaft in a cargo pump moving gasoline isn't a problem. It's simply a situation that has to be dealt with fast before it starts a fire and becomes a real problem.

         

After listening to Karens on Nextdoor complain about some slob throwing a used mask on the ground I wonder if anyone knows what a real problem is. 

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KYLE RITTENHOUSE was

Knocked down, brained by a skateboard, had to clear a jammed rifle and managed to shoot all three assailants from a sitting position.

Not bad at all.  Sounds pretty badass to me.

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I just saw where a teacher's union muckety muck said it's not safe to return to the classroom yet.

as she was sitting on her ass vacationing in Puerto Rico.

Lotta that $hit goin' around these days.

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I just got another time out from Nextdoor.

I don't know why.

Some Karen put down some kid's comment by telling him he's only 14 and she was a grown up with a law degree.

I pointed out that the 14 YO had a bona fide lawn nd landscaping business and was an entrenepreneur and as such was far more useful to the world then another two bit ambulance chaser.

Or it was the woman that was complaining about the city not getting the snow removed to her liking. I explained the priorities are high traffic areas and if she didn't live in a goat path in Outer Slobovia they would get to her sooner.

Then again maybe it was the woman that complained about some smelly guy in greasy overalls in a convenience store. I shot back His name is Ralph and he's a $175,000 a year engineer that works for the sanitation department and is a big part of the reason you have an indoor toilet instead of an outhouse (I don't know who he really is)

On the other hand it could be the rabid anti Trumper that blamed the snowstorm on Donald Trump. I told her she was just mad because he really doesn't want to grab her pussy.

But come to think of it, some Karen was talking about how she was going to call the state police because the town police ignored her when she called and said some kid was playing on the street. I said she'd rat out Anne Frank and when she called it in not to forget to tell them that I have a Jewish family, three downed aviators, and two cases of Sten guns in my garage.

I dunno. It musta been one of those.

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It is a new year and if it is anywhere near like being to the past year

I do not know what I am going to do.

It's as simple as that.

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There is nothing funnier than an amused police officer

telling you to stop inviting the kids over to your house on Halloween to bob for apples in a nice tub of battery acid.

As usual the kids thought it was funny but the parents went stark staring bonkers and called it in.

Idiots.

I told the cop that the next time I'll use hot tar.

He said that's more like it.

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Yet one more Karen falls off her horse.

Most of you readers probably know me as Captain Sarcasm and understand the nature of the beast.

Nextdoor was not ready for me and actually I was not ready for the snitches on Nextdoor but I recovered quickly.

Anyway it seemed that every time I would make a sarcastic, far fetched post s certain someone would accuse me of being demented. She kept saying I was suffering from dementia and said she liked arguing with idiots.

I let it ride until a lot of other people started noticing it. I did get and someone sent be a back channel message about her telling me where she worked. She rang a register somewhere. It was all I needed to know.

My reply to one of her accusations:

You keep saying I am suffering from dementia and you keep stalking me. There is obviously something wrong with a person that does that sort of thing. Perhaps your daddy didn't give you enough love as an infant. I don't know.

Still, anyone that would stalk and torment a person suffering from dementia is likely the same kind of persson that would delight in stealing the wheels off of a handicapped person's wheelchair or kicking the crutch out from under the arm of an injured person. Perhaps they even enjoy torturing small animals. People like that need help.

Oh, and as far as dementia goes, I am a currently employed US Merchant Marine officer and run a tank vessel. The next time you take a break from ringing your little register stop and think if a shipping company would give that kind of responsibility to a person suffering from dementia.   

Please get help before your cruelty makes you do something that will destroy your life.

I don't think she has posted anything since.

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