Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Goodnight and wet dreams, y'all.

I'm fucking tired tonight, had one of those days working with a total and complete idiot.
Motherfucker's been on the loading dock for 6 weeks now and still doesn't have a fucking clue how to do his job. Gotta love the Teamsters...... they'll defend his right to be incompetent to the bitter end.
Anyways, I'm going to pop a Xanax and read a book until bedtime.

Semper Fi

Hey, I just want to give thanks to Cpl Mason Robertson (USMC) for his service to our Nation.
His mom tells me that he's re-upped for another four years and drew a stateside assignment although he'd rather be back in Afghanistan. The man has big balls - I hope like hell he's on our side when things go to pieces here at home.
God bless you and we thank you. Fucking A.

Life sentence for Taking Care of Business

A Washington man who gunned down two convicted sex offenders offered little in the way of apology even as he was sentenced to life in prison without parole.
Patrick Drum, 34, hailed by some as a vigilante hero and others as a cold-blooded killer, called the grief the victim's families felt "collateral damage that I feel bad about."
"As far as the men themselves," he said at his sentencing Tuesday referring to the two men he admits to killing in June, "actions speak louder than words."
Drum shot Gary Lee Blanton, 28, on June 2 at the home both men shared near Sequim, Wash. The following morning, Dunn shot and killed Jerry Wayne Ray, 57.
Both men were known to Drum and were registered as Level 2 sex offenders, meaning the state believed they presented a moderate risk of recidivism.


Where he fucked up was by killing them. He'd have gotten less time if he just just tied them up, cut their dicks off and then lopped off their fingers one by one every half hour with dull pruning shears so they'll never have the ability to abuse a child or woman again in any way.
But that's just me. I'm kinda funny that way, I despise anybody that will pick on or fuck with somebody obviously weaker or more disadvantaged than themselves. Don't even get me started on people that abuse the elderly.....

Keeping up with Granny

Nice fingernail

- David

Just checking

Don't know for a fact but I'm pretty sure theose titties are fake.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

What I was listening to this morning

Yeah, I'm stockpiling too, assholes.

Following controversy over its purchase of around 1.2 billion bullets in the last six months alone, the Department of Homeland Security has put out a new solicitation for over 200 million more rounds of ammunition, some of which are designated to be used by snipers.
A series of new solicitations posted on the FedBizOpps website show that the DHS is looking to purchase 200 million rounds of .223 rifle ammunition over the next four years, as well as 176,000 rounds of .308 caliber 168 grain hollow point boat tail (HPBT) rounds in addition to 25,000 rounds of blank .308 caliber bullets.
As James Smith over at the Prepper Podcast website highlights, “It is the type of ammunition and not necessarily the quantity that is troubling.”

Instant fucking karma

A Pakistani protestor has died after inhaling smoke from burning U.S. flags during a rally against the anti-Islam film Innocence of Muslims.
Abdullah Ismail died in Mayo hospital in Lahore having complained of feeling unwell during the angry demonstrations in the eastern Pakistan city yesterday.
Around 10,000 people are estimated to have taken part in the protest organised by the group Tehreek Hurmat-i-Rasool.
More giggles and grins HERE

Thanks to both Bryn and Diane

Not me!


Bacon. Mmmmm, bacon.....

Bacon apple pie, sent it by Hiswiserangel

The water lillies are blooming!

Monday, September 17, 2012

More ramblings

Mom's been out and about more and more since Pop's died last month and that's a good thing. Matter of fact she's in the kitchen with Lisa right now making coffee and cleaning the kitchen after dinner.
She got on my ass a couple weeks ago because I hadn't called her in three days. I reminded her that I never called her more than once a week before and I liked that schedule just fine, thank you very much. She told me then that she liked hearing a man's voice for a change - she's got nothing but split tails hanging around over there except for poor Michael (my niece/sister's old man) and that fucker takes the easy way out and sits in a corner, smiles a lot and keep his mouth shut. Seriously. I haven't heard that boy speak more than a sentence at a time in the 2-3 years I've known him. Nice kid, just don't know how to stand up to his women.
Back to the phone calls. Okay, Pop's just died, she's lonely, she needs reassurances and all that chick shit, I can dig it and I can give her that much, not a problem. But then it hit me: I sound just like Pops when I talk. My dear Aunt Polly called their house one time and I answered the phone and we carried on a 10 minute conversation before she figured out that she was talking to Kenny, not Kirk. I was laughing my ass off, but I still didn't hear any deep dark family secrets.
So Mom seems to be doing pretty good. Still wrapping up details concerning her income, but she ain't going hungry.

So, moving right along, what the fuck is it about a death in the family that makes everybody all of a sudden want to get up in everybody's fucking business? Wanting to do shit together, go places, and don't even get me started on the dinner invitations and shit.
Motherfuckers, I didn't want to be your friend before Pops died, what the fuck makes you think we're gonna be pals now? Is it because there's one less person in the world that tolerates me you feel like you got to fill a void? Get the fuck away from me. Assholes.
Calming down now......

Yeah, in my family there's always spats that split one side of the family from the other, sometimes for years until somebody up and dies on us. Then all the fucking hugging and forgiving starts, the dreaded I L... Y.. words, then introducing new family members and shit. Hell, I remember back when Cousin Brian was killed about 17-18 years ago, I met Cousin Tonya's husband of 9 years at the hospital for the first time. Coincidentally, she's the one we'd been not talking to when Pops died. But now it's supposedly all good, I expect any day now I'll have an invitation to a fucking barbecue or something to decline.

MY cow leg......

Wirecutter - The Early Years

Alcohol - Man's Best Friend

Required reading for Detroit area High Schools

- Irish

Me and DMV survived each other

After coffee and the news this morning I climbed into the truck and headed down to Turlock to the DMV there where I had an appointment. I go south to Turlock because it's a smaller office, less crowded and they have a rule there that they have to use common sense. Modesto DMV is a fucking madhouse, to the point that when I lived a couple of blocks from it I would still drive the 30 miles to Turlock and be home quicker than if I had gone to the Modesto office.
I had a 10:20 appointment and showed up at 9:55 because I'm anal about being on time and was called to the window at 10:00, 20 minutes before my scheduled appointment. I filled out some paperwork and asked the DMV babe behind the counter "Am I gonna have to take a written test? Because if I do I want it in Inuit as is my Right according to state law." I smiled and drawled "On account of that being my native tongue and all."
"You're too white, too thin and you don't smell like seal meat. No written test for you, Namu. Window 11 for your vision test and license fee, then window 14 for your thumb print and picture have a nice day."
Window 11. I left my glasses out in the truck. Fuck it. I do the test and pass it without my glasses. "It says here that you must wear corrective lenses when you drive. Have you had corrective surgery since you were issued this license?" the DMV dude asks.
"Yeah, a few years ago." Surgery my ass, the reason I couldn't pass the vision test without my glasses last time was because I was so fucking stoned I couldn't see the eye chart much less line 3 without my glasses. As I recall, I also vomited in a trash can because I was so loaded. Good times, man.....
Window 14. Pitcher time. I looked in the little mirror to make sure I looked like I would when I get pulled over, checked for hanging boogers, scowled at the camera, farted, and was fucking done. My ass never hit a chair, in and out and only 31 bucks light. I should've done this months ago.

Now I was thinking that it was an SS agent.....

Don’t tell President Obama — another male sometimes sleeps in his bed at the White House.
Michelle Obama reveals to Us Weekly magazine that she sometimes lets the first family’s dog, Bo, snooze in the bed “when Barack is gone.”

Just like he promised to repeal ObamaCare?

LOS ANGELES (Reuters) - Republican presidential candidate Mitt Romney will pledge to Hispanics on Monday that if elected he will fix the troubled U.S. immigration system in an appeal to a rising voter bloc that overwhelmingly favors Democratic President Barack Obama.
Looking to rebound after a tough week in which he fell behind Obama in the polls, Romney will couple his immigration promises with a commitment to get a handle on America's problem of rising national debt and massive budget deficits.

Yeah right. He'll do like every other politician and reach a compromise with the illegals instead of following the law that he was sworn to uphold and deporting every one of the motherfuckers.
Obama - now available in White.......

Here Kitty kitty kitty......

One of the calls at work that I ran this summer, involved dealing with someone near the top of my "most stupid person of the year" list. Actually, it was two different people... but I didn't know this until later.

It was a bright, hot, Texas summer day. A resident in the city where I work was driving down her street with her kids in the car when she spied a bobcat kitten hunkered down by the curb along side the street.

"That's a bobcat," she thought to herself. "That's not right."

So, what does she do? Does she go on about her business leaving nature to itself? Does she call Animal Control and report the bobcat's location?

You might think so, but no. She did neither of the above. Don't forget, you're dealing with someone competing for the stupidest person of the year award here.

She stops her SUV in the middle of the street and takes off on foot chasing the young bobcat to and fro as it wildly tries to get away from her. She manages to corner it, and grabs it in her bare hands - thinking, of course, that the cute little kitten will be so grateful for her assistance that it will purr and nuzzle her cheek and Mother Gaia will smile down upon us all .....

Read the rest HERE, You won't be disappointed.
Thank Art for the laugh.

It may rain today, Guido.

Don't forget the kids too!

- George

The best part about Mondays - Curves


Sunday, September 16, 2012

Something the left doesn't get

- George

Gun ramblin's

As I get older I begin to appreciate rifle scopes more and more. When I was a youngster I never scoped anything - iron sights all the way. They may not be factory sights, but they were open and quicker for me. But now I'm getting older and so are my eyes.
My first scoped rifle was a 700 BDL in 30.06 and I just couldn't get used to it no matter how hard I tried. I shot it with open sights for a few years and then got rid of it when times were tight a few years back.
My 22-250 has a simple Bushnell 3x9 on it and I've never taken it off 3 power. I know what a coyote looks like at 100, 200, and 300 yards in the scope, I know where to aim and I see no reason to fuck with success.
I've got a rail and 2.5 fixed power, long eye relief for my Mini-14 but I just can't decide if I like it or not. I've put it on and taken it off a couple of times now. I've got no expectations of shooting anything beyond 100 yards with the weapon, so a 2.5x would be there for quick target acquisition only, maybe a little light amplification in a low light situation.
I've also got an Aimpoint for it but I'm really distrustful of anything electronic - batteries may go dead, something gets bumped too hard, etc.
My biggest problem with a scope on the Mini-14 is my cheek weld, or lack of. That extra two inches higher that I have to hold my head fucks me up on that rifle for some reason.
So now I'm wondering why am I even bothering? I like the rifle fine with the stock sights, I know the rifle's limitations (and a scope really wouldn't improve on that) and I can hit with it.

Man, that's one of the best things I love about being a gun owner. You can usually find your drop-in parts pretty reasonably or take pieces laying around and figure out what works best for you. 'Hmmm, I wonder if this will fit that'..... you know what I mean. And about 3/4 of the time you decide it wasn't right for you and you strip it off and add to your junk closet collection.
I swear, you should see my closet, especially the miraculous milk crate. Anytime I really need a part or tool and can't find it anywhere else, I'll have one in my milk crate. But the miraculous part is that while I take shit out of there constantly, I haven't added to it in years and it's still producing.

One of these days I'm going to hold an ebay clearance sale and sell off all the spare parts for guns I've never owned or parts I'll never use. I could probably get enough for a new rifle.

Yeah, so I started this post about scoped rifles and forgot where I was going with it.
Oh yeah. One thing I hate doing with a rifle is mounting a scope. It takes me at least twice every time I do it, mostly because of the eye relief. I'm picky about that - I want it perfect - I hate moving my head when I'm getting on target. So I'll put the rifle in the cradle, check the eye relief, make sure the crosshairs are level, carefully tightening the rings, check the eye relief again, check all the screws to make sure they're tight and then laser boresight it. Everything's good, right? I took my time, no rush, triple checked the fucking eye relief, and didn't throw anything through a window.
The next day I throw the rifle to my shoulder and the fucking eye relief is wrong. Every fucking time.


I've got to go to the DMV tomorrow.
My driver's license expired 4-5 months back and I never bothered to renew it, not because of some Constitutional thing but because I hate going to the DMV. Usually my CDL is renewed automatically, but because they've got a new design I've got to personally make an appearance so they can take a picture of me in a Zoomie III shirt, unshaven for 4-5 days, Copenhagen juice dribbling down into my beard and shit.

What I've also found out is you can't get shit done without a valid ID and what really pisses me the fuck off is that I can't get a hunting license without a CDL. Hunting licenses run from July 1 to June 31 in Kalifornia, so guess who doesn't have a hunting license yet either..... So that is my specific reason for caving in tomorrow.
I normally lay off hunting in the summer anyways (too fucking hot) and I don't hunt in the mountains during deer season - just because I don't hunt deer doesn't mean I'm going to fuck up somebody else's chance at a deer with my calling and caterwauling all over the mountains. But as soon as the season's over in that particular zone, I'm fucking there.

Yeah, I couldn't believe it the first time I was ID'd after my birthday and it was refused as valid ID because it was expired. "It's the fucking license that expired, not me goddamnit" I protested. "Here, check for yourself." I held out my arm so he could take my pulse and validate that I in fact had not expired. He just shrugged. It's The System.

So I've put off getting that driver's license until the last possible moment. Tomorrow at 10:20 AM I will present myself in sober condition to become a law abiding member of society again.
It's been more than 3 months so I may have to take the fucking written test again. That ain't no big deal but if they make me take the driving test, I'm gonna fail that motherfucker on purpose the first time just to watch the DMV dude shit all over himself when I give him a free demonstration of my evasive driving techniques.
Hey, don't give the Man nothin' for free - make 'em work for it.

We've got be related somehow, someway.


Now we just have to get the rest of the country off of federal assistance.....

Most wolves in the continental United States soon will be off federal assistance.
For more than 300 years, trappers and settlers did their best to exterminate wolves, for their pelts and to protect livestock. They were so successful that only a few hundred gray wolves were left in the lower 48 states when they were listed as an endangered species in 1973.
Now the wolves are back, with roughly 6,000 in the contiguous United States and 7,700 to 11,200 in Alaska. The Obama administration has declared all but two small populations — Mexican gray wolves in New Mexico and Arizona, and red wolves in North Carolina — fully recovered. On Oct. 1, Wyoming will become the fifth state with a significant wolf population to legalize hunting.
Fish and Wildlife Service Director Dan Ashe called the wolf comeback “a great success,” but it means that wolves are now fair game, and he noted that not everyone likes the idea of killing them.
Thanks to Stretch for the link.

Aquila ammo

Does anybody have any experience with Aquila ammo, specifically in 5.56 or 223?
I know it's manufactured in Mexico and Remington is/was the parent company and the price is right at some of the ammo sites I frequent.
Don't give me any shit about buying Mexican instead of American. I'll do damned near anything to keep the homeboys home.

Yeah well, hindsight's 20/20

- John

I'M HOME!!!!!

Steve's resupply

Aw, what a cute family!

It's pretty bad when the child is the only normal one in the bunch.

One picture, four idiots.

Steamy Sunday