Goddammit

You know what's starting to piss me off? A full 90% of the posts I do on guns have to be tagged with both the 'guns' and 'politics' label for those categories. You think I'm kidding? Go to my sidebar and hit the gun category and see if the posts in there ain't tagged 'politics' as well.
When you post something about a gun, it should about guns and be tagged just as guns. Politics shouldn't have anything to do with my fucking guns.

To the silly motherfucker.....

.....who emailed me (from an disposable email address, of course) calling Kerodin my 'superior':

I have no superiors and damned few equals.

Secondly, he is NOT my superior in any manner of speaking. He is an associate and a close associate at that. He has his endeavors and I support him 100%, but understand something: he has his things going on and I have mine and we do not discuss them. We do share many of the same ideals, many more than I share with most. I value his friendship and I hope he values mine as well. We do correspond on a regular basis but I do not seek his advice and he does not seek mine. Clear?
So kiss my ass, partner.

A pay-per-mile fee... isn't that a fancy word for tax?

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It's not going to be just the youngsters

- photo sent in by RJIII

Matter of fact I think the youngsters are going in the minority...... at first. It's going to be us old farts that have memories of the way it used to be 40 years ago, just as the way it was our fathers and grandfathers that remember how it used to be before us and so forth.

Going off on a tangent now:
Granted, things weren't perfect back in the 60s, 70s and early 80s - far from it - but we had a hell of a lot more freedoms then than we do now. I can remember getting a shotgun for my 16th Christmas in 1975, then later that day slinging it across my shoulder and proudly walking a few blocks to my best friend's house to show it off. The neighborhood reaction? Smiles, admiration, and congratulations.
I can remember having to do a report in 7th grade English class on something that I was interested in. My subject was ballistics. My grade was an A+ and my teacher asked if he could go skeet shooting with me and Pops the next weekend. He had a beautiful Remington 101 over and under and was a better shot than we were.
I remember when I got out of the Army in 1981 and walking into a sporting goods store and buying a 30-30 to hunt with. In and out of the store in 5 minutes with my new rifle. Matter of fact, I got an email from Mile-Hi last week telling me about a Remington 870 Wingmaster that his Dad just gave him, said it was bought in a liquor store just up the road from us in Escalon in the 1970s. Yup, bought in a liquor store.
I can remember going into Barbour's Bait and Tackle here in Ceres when I was 10 or 12 with Cousin Ronny and buying a half a box of 22LR, the old man counting them out for us, for a quarter and then going to the property across the street and shooting jackrabbits.

And it wasn't just guns - seatbelts in a car were usually found behind the seat, you could buy cigarettes for your folks with a note from them, folks could stop in the middle of a country road and visit without getting tickets for blocking traffic even though there wasn't any, parents could punish their kids without worrying about gov't interference, all the neighborhood markets would let you run a tab until payday, driving kids to school every day for their safety was unheard of, schoolyard arguments were settled with a fistfight after school with the worst injury being a bloody nose, and a man's Word meant something.

It's true, I'm an outlaw.

When my divorce to The Evil One was finalized a couple of years ago I went down and submitted the forms to have my withholding stauts changed but failed to recognize that while my federal withholding changed, my state didn't. The first year I filed it just meant I got a little less back on my refund, but last year for some reason I ended up owing something like $500, which I didn't happen to have at the moment. So I sent them back their return telling them they'll get their money when I get it, like that was ever gonna happen. Hell, I remarried this year so I figured if nothing else, the motherfuckers can take what I owed them from last year out of what they're gonna owe me this year. Simple solution, right?
Wrong. I got a letter in the mail this morning from my employer saying that my wages have been garnished by the State Franchise Board. I guess the various groups like Save the Delta Smelt, LA RAZA, Gay Veterans Against War, Code Pink and other bloodsuckers are feeling a bit of a pinch and need my money.
Money's tight as always and right before Christmas, too. Motherfuckers.

I do get some satisfaction though - it's going to cost those dumb motherfuckers more than what I owe to recover the money with as efficient as the government is. Plus you gotta figure that I cost the state at least that much every year with the mischief I cause throughout my daily travels and adventures so I figure I'm still coming out ahead.

But on the bright side, I can now add tax evader to my long list of other accomplishments. Pops would be so proud.....

Bill Fletcher

Well, I see that the III's favorite troll - that bitch Bill Fletcher of Yreka CA - is back. I checked my comments when I came in and saw this:

Anonymous said...

u little gay fuck
liberty

October 25, 2012 6:37 AM

 

We had a PatCon up there that he hosted back in April and he seemed somewhat normal. Me, Woody and Joe had a good time, thought we had a solid contact....... and then the silly sonofabitch got fucking weird. He started leaving shitty little comments under various names, liberty being one of his favorites, on all the III blogs. Nothing constructive, just shit like the one above.

Then I did a post where I reminded him that I knew exactly where he lived and while I was up there visiting, I mapped out the layout of his house and established firing lanes and fields of fire as well as checked out cover and concealment. I even made it a point of being friendly with his dogs. Yeah, I know, I'll never get invited to your house...... Anyways, after that post, his abuse towards me stopped. He actually took the subtle hint that I was attempting to convey. Then a month or so ago he started fucking with Bill, Sam, and Craig. Now it's back to me.

So yeah, I think I figured out what his problem is - he's a fucking tweaker. That explains his mood swings, his illusions of grandeur and is irrationality. I mean, I did absolutely nothing to the man, as a matter of fact we parted with a handshake and a man hug and promises to meet again up near Joe's place.

 

Bill - you may have moved, I know your property was in foreclosure when I was up there, but if you have a vehicle registered in your name, if you pay a single fucking bill, you can be found. You may come home some evening and find your fucking dog's head nailed to your front door and a nasty surprise waiting for you inside if you keep pissing people off.

Yeah well, I tried.

I have done my civic duty and voted this evening.
After studying the issues for months, weighing the pros and cons about budgets and effects on not only myself but the public in general, after careful listening to the each point of view, I have cast my ballot.
Too bad I'm going to get cancelled out by some motherfucker that can't read and can barely speak english and is only down there to cast a vote for the Obamessiah so he can get citizenship easier instead of having to buy new papers in order to work.

Romney's shortcomings

No, I did not watch the Romney speech tonight. Not once have I heard the man promise to return to a Constitutional Government. Not once did I hear him promise to repeal the Patriot Act, abolish the DoJ, ATF, DHS, FBI, CIA, NSA, IRS and every other enemy of Liberty.
No, I will not vote for the lesser of two evils. Evil is evil. If Romney is elected and turns the economy around I will give the man due credit, but his primary role as President of these United States is to uphold the Constitution. If he fails to do that, he's no worse than the tyrant we have in office.
Slavery is slavery no matter who the master is.

I can hear his jaw popping from here

Mojaverat's got a pretty good rant going over at his place.
I can't say I disagree with him.
You can find it HERE

My rant(s) for the day

Okay. Funeral and military graveside services are set for Saturday. Non-gay looking floral arrangements are taken care of. The jap car has been washed. Hospice stuff was picked up within hours of Pops' death. His obituary has been written. Condolences have been given and received and more fucking casseroles have been delivered than I thought possible. About the only thing I can think of is his marker - I'm going to try to sweet talk Mom into making sure there's a "III" on that motherfucker somewhere.

Now I'm fixing to go off: Casseroles. Jesus Christ..... What the fuck is it about casseroles and deaths? Are they trying to kill more of us off? Don't get me wrong - I do appreciate a good casserole occasionally. Occasionally. But when you're looking at 4 or 5 of those motherfuckers with a combined weight of 38.6 pounds...... Surely all those kind folks (and I am thankful for their generous hearts) didn't think 'Hmmm, I bet nobody bought Mrs. Lane a casserole today' did they? Ladies, we appreciate the thought but not the casserole.
Check this shit out - you want to bring something that is really gonna be appreciated? Bring a party tray of meats and cheeses. A couple of pizzas. Some hash brownies. Some fresh fruit kicks ass right then. Some venison jerky or some smoked fish would be tasty. Ice cream. Pleasure food, you know? Something filling, nourishing, tasty and quick.
I saw this shit coming and immediately distanced myself from any casseroles. As I said, I do appreciate a good casserole so I ate some of my first casserole last night - Aunt Fran's World Famous Enchilada Casserole and I'm fixing to have some more in a bit. It's world famous for a reason.... but had I been eating casseroles all along I'd be gagging them up by now.

And as long as I'm ranting let's talk about motherfuckers wanting to hug on me. My line of thinking is that if you won't hug on me any other time then keep your goddamned hands off me now.
Picture this: I'm sitting in Pop's chair (and there ain't a fucking thing he can do about it now) feeding a casserole to the dog and watching Predator Quest, not bothering nobody, and just as Les Johnson's about to make a spectacular shot, some woman I haven't even met comes up and throws her fucking arms around me and says "You must be Kenneth. I know how you feel, you poor thing."
No you don't, Godammit. You just made me miss his fucking shot. Get the fuck away from me.
I'm serious, man. I got relatives I haven't seen in 30-40 years coming up and hugging on me. There's a reason I haven't seen these motherfuckers in 30-40 years - it's because I don't like them. Can't they take a fucking hint? If I saw them on the street I wouldn't even acknowledge their existence, but now it's okay to hug on me? Again, get the fuck away from me. And stay away. I don't like strangers putting their hands on me, I won't tolerate letting people I don't like near me.
And one more thing before I go off on another tangent - If you do hug on me and happen to run across a knife or two and a firearm, try to keep it to yourself, yeah? Godammit, if you think you know me well enough to be hugging on me then you damned sure oughta know I'm carrying some weaponry. And believe me, everybody else in the room has already felt me up and is well aware of the fact that I have a gun on me and you know what? They don't fucking care. They're still there, ain't they? Fuck, if the law was to break in and search everybody in that house, they'd find 90% of the adults and maybe even a couple of the youngsters are carrying a gun too. Big deal. Shut the fuck up about it.

Okay. I'm done. Thank God for xanax.

DMV at it's finest

Somehow or another I've become an outlaw. My hunting license, my driver's license and vehicle registration expired over the past week and if I'm going to continue to do the things I enjoy doing with a minimum of hassle, then I needed to catch up on all this shit.
The registration would be easiest so I got online and managed that okay, but then I remembered that I've moved in the past 6 months so I needed to put in a change of address so they'll mail my tags to the right place.
So I get back online. First I had to register so I did that, then submitted my change of address only to have it kicked back because I needed to sign in. I just registered and didn't even close the screen, so why in the fuck do I have to sign in? But hey, I sign in only to have that kicked back saying I needed to activate my account by clicking on the link in my email, so I go to my email and guess what? Nothing from DMV in my inbox, trash or spam folders.
I go back to the DMV site and try to re-register and that gets refused because there already is an account containing that information, you know, mine? The one I just opened and can't access? I try to sign in again and get told to fuck off again.
Fuck this, I try to call but all of their 'technicians' are busy so I get a message saying to enter my phone number and they will call me back. I do that and I'll be buttfucked if their autmatic voice system comes right back and tells me thank you, they have my number, please stand by my phone because they will be calling me back between ONE AND FOUR HOURS from now. One to four hours? That's the best they can do?
Motherfuckers, if I wanted to waste my entire fucking day dealing with DMV, I would've just went down there.
And they wonder why this State is broke. All it would've taken was a person saying "Okay, you moved from here to there? Let me verify your new address, Mr Lane. Okay, have a nice day." That's it. Their fucking menu on their phone system takes longer to listen to than it would've taken a real live person to talk to me which is what's going to happen anyways.
Fuck this shit. I'm getting in the shower to wash my nasty parts over and over and over again and if I miss their call, they can kiss my fucking ass.

UDATE

So about 5 minutes after I posted this I get a call from DMV and what do they do? Put me on motherfucking hold..... When I finally get somebody on the line I politely tell her the problem and that I want to do a change of address over the phone.
You can only imagine how far I launched my phone when she told me they won't do address changes over the phone, only in person or online......
Fuck this shit, I'll wait until I get pulled over. I'll haul out my confirmation that my fees have been paid and I'll let our boy in camo submit my change of address for me. After all it is in their job description to SERVE and protect, right? Well, serve me then, motherfucker.

Well, hell......

Goddammit, here I am on vacation with nothing planned and not much being done, right? Kicking back, doing whatever the fuck I want and generally just enjoying life.

Okay, a little background on this rant. Lisa's parents stayed with us for about a month on their annual vacation, leaving about a month ago. Great houseguests and we got along fine but still, a month..... but their house was on the market and they would be back here shortly anyways. So they leave on a Wednesday and on Friday Lisa's cousin and her family showed up for a week. It wasn't as bad as it sounds because they were whole new personalities and it turns out that we all share the same political leanings. A very good visit and hope they come again.
So they left and me and Lisa looked at each other and swore no more houseguests for a few months and then we locked the doors, drew the curtains and hid out for a week.
You are officially caught up.

So anyways, Lisa's folk's house sold back in Tennessee and so for the past week or so my old lady's been busy house shopping for her mom. Today I was bored and went with her, serving as driver, photographer and evidently coffee bitch. We fired off the pictures to her folks, told them what we thought of the houses and commenced to kicking back, Lisa in the tub and me in my Camouflaged Bass Pro Easy Chair. Pretty soon I heard something from the bathroom like somebody was drowning so I finished the article I was reading real quick and when back to see what was up. Coming down the hallway I could hear she was on the phone and just as I rounded the corner I heard "......Tomorrow at 12:10. Delta. What's your flight number, Mom?"
Aw Hell no.....
"You need to go to Sacramento tomorrow to pick up my mother" is what I'm hearing as I finally force myself into the bathrooom.
"Aw Hell no..... fuck that....." and then I got The Look.

So here I am, on vacation with no motherfucking plans (and Lisa knows that), and my mother-in-law is going to be here for a couple of weeks. I've got 6 days with no place to escape to and I gotta be on my best behavior while she's here. No more dick prints on the patio sliding glass door or the hallway mirrors, can't wander in naked for my morning coffee rubbing my nuts, can't swear, can't do nothing, man.
Not only that, but she taught Lisa The Look. Every one of you married motherfuckers out there know exactly what I'm talking about. Now I'm gonna have the two of them  hammering me with The Look everytime I turn around.
I am so fucked.......

The Big Bad Wolf (sigh)

I came home tonight and opened my comments to moderate them and caught more shit for my post about The Big Bad Wolf and as usual it was anonymous. Actually there were 2 comments but I'm sure they were from the same person.
I get shitty comments all the time (go see for yourself) but it's nothing in comparison to the emails I get about it. Some of them are demanding that I take it down, some are just more name calling and I've gotten more than a few death threats over it, one last week as a matter of fact, telling me that the same fate awaits me if I don't pull the post. And that was one of the mildest ones. Big fucking deal. I always figured I'd get shot to death anyways.
I want to go off track for a second. There are some seriously disturbed motherfuckers out there in the animal rights(?) movement. If you don't believe me, go to PETA's website (google it) and check out their video page - you can find hundreds of videos of animals being abused and tortured, shit that I myself do not have the stomach to watch, but these motherfuckers bust a nut watching them. They seriously get off on them, judging by the amount they have. And they talk shit about hunters?
Okay. Enough ranting. Back on subject.

Getting back to the death threats and abuse if I don't pull the post, I will respond with this:

Is that "FUCK YOU!!!" loud enough for you?

Garden Report

At the ripe old age of 52 I have accepted the fact that while I'm pretty good at some things, I excel at none. Some things I'm so-so at and some things I fuck up so badly, I won't even attempt them again. Sometimes I fuck things up so badly I run away and blame them on somebody else.

I'm a pretty decent handgun shot, a fair rifle shot, a good reloader, a pretty damned good fisherman and the best husband I can be although my ex would probably argue with me on that. That's about it as far as shit that I'm pretty good at, but it's all important stuff.

Stuff that I'm just average at is handyman stuff (although Lisa would probably rate that as "Really Sucks"), cooking, cleaning, coyote hunting, stringing a barbed wire fence, and being patient with the general public.

Shit that I fuck up? I could go on and on but I'll give you just a few examples.

Anything mechanical - it is cheaper and quicker to put my vehicle in the shop right away than it is to thoroughly fuck it up and still have to put it in the shop to repair what I fucked up along with the original repairs. 

Getting lost - I can get lost faster than anybody I know. And not only that, I can fucking stay lost, thwarting all efforts by searchers to find me.

Pie crusts - I never have been able to make a pie crust from scratch. My retarded grandson can make a pie crust. Not me.

Training a dog - it's hard to train something that's smarter than me and has nothing better to do than out-wait me.

And now I'm adding gardening to the list of shit I suck at.

Just a quick recap: I had never started a garden from scratch, I had always work with an existing garden site - ground already broke, weeds under control. When we moved here I saw an area that had been used as a garden a few years before but was overgrown with weeds, so I sprayed the fuck out of it with Round-up, poisoning all those little weeds as well as our environment. Then I went in and pulled them all out a few weeks later, then spaded the ground up and built up the garden.

Then a few days later we got a string of 80+ degree days and I figured, "Well hell, Farmer Kenny. Let's get to plantin'" so I did and began anxiously awaiting my bountiful harvest so I could feed myself and impress all my family and friends with my harmonious relationship with nature.

All good so far, right?

Uh-uh. See, what I forgot about when I pulled those weeds was all the motherfucking weed seeds that were already in the dirt that was now formed into furrows and rows in my garden that exploded and choked most of my shit out. What's bad was that had I covered the ground with black plastic bags when it was real warm, it would've killed all those weed seeds from the heat. Then I could've planted and not have near the problems that I'm having now.

I don't know what kind of weeds these are but they're little bitty fuckers with 2 leaves and a red stem and they come up in a fucking carpet almost overnight. They started growing almost right away and even though I was pulling them on a daily basis, they kept coming up. I must've weeded one row 15 times and have yet to see something I planted there.

Then after a couple of weeks I realized that I was probably pulling seedlings along with weeds, so I stopped weeding for a few days until I could easily spot the seedlings. That was a fucking mistake. The weeds took advantage of my generosity and exploded.

The only thing that ain't taking no shit from any weeds are the radishes. One month from planting to harvest and they outgrow the weeds and choke them out. Maybe I oughta go with a straight radish crop this year.

One of my options is to pull my radishes when they're ripe and go ahead and cover the garden for a couple of weeks and bake the seeds before they germinate but that would kill the other plants that did actually sprout. That and I've got so much fucking time invested in pulling weeds that it's starting to turn into a pissing contest between me and them and I ain't ready to quit fighting yet.

CharlieGodammit took care of the cucumbers, squash and melons that I planted. That dog cannot stand to see a mound in his territory and flattens them every chance he gets. Actually, I think he thinks it's a gopher mound and the reason I think that is because I bought some starters to replace the ones he destroyed and they're still there, at least last time I checked they were. As long as there's a plant on top of it, he'll leave it alone. So far. Of course once we start getting melons and cukes it may open a whole new can of worms with him - probably start shitting on top of our ripe melons and using the cukes for..... I don't even wanna go there.

Then there's the bugs, specifically the ants.

I am not an advocate of organic farming or any of that hippie shit. I don't have the money to spend on organic foods and I'm too lazy to do the work necessary without pesticides and other God-given gifts.

My problem is money. I know I need to buy these things but I didn't think I needed them right then and I didn't have the money to spend on something that wasn't pressing at the moment.

I should've asked some blue haired old lady buying her squash and eggplant.

I had a row of bush beans planted and I noticed that I had 3 sprouts right in the middle of the row. Now I realize that shit ain't gonna be popping up all at once, but after another week I still only had three fucking plants and I was starting to wonder what was up. I started checking it out and I was seeing bean hulls on top of the row but no sprouts. And then I realized that I had a shitload of ants running back and forth on the row and they were all carrying green stuff back to their anthill about 10 feet away in that rotten stump. That was MY green shit they were carrying. I couldn't fucking believe it: Here I am with about a million radishes, 4 onions, a half dozen carrots, 1 fucking okra plant and 3 bean plants and they're running over 10 feet of tender succulent weeds to eat my food?

Oh, HELL NO......

I went into the garage and found a bunch of old half full bottles of insecticide, about 20 years or more old, shit that had deteriro degraded so bad that a toxic disposal site would probably refuse it and I'd get arrested transporting it and mixed it all together. Fuck diluting it, these motherfuckers done pissed me off. Then I put on my facemask and some felony gloves and attacked that stump. After I was done and was standing upwind, I saw that stump all soaked and glistening and toxic surrounded by ant corpses. What a beautiful sight.

The rest of the garden is stuff that any dummy with a garden hose can grow so I'm not including this in things I Suck At.

My tomatoes are big and in full bloom, even getting a few baby 'maters on them. I do need to go down and get some dust for them to keep the aphids and tomato worms off.

Squash and cucumbers and melons are not growing but they ain't dying either. That's a victory in it's own self as far as I'm concerned.

So yeah, I'm gonna add gardening to the list of shit I suck at. But you know what? I'm fine with that. I know that I can grow my own food if I needed to but I also feel just a little more comfortable going down to the supermarket to buy or supplement my vegetables and thanking Jesus and Juan for the sweat of their labor.

I knew this fucking picture would come in handy sometime. Now I can finally delete it.

Lord help us all

A few weeks ago Skidmark sent me a link to a political knowledge quiz - 13 simple questions - shit like what party did Abraham Lincoln belong to, you know, high school shit.

I took it and missed one (I'd have sworn the cocksucker was a democrat) and then clicked for my results and standings.

Now I consider myself to be fairly well informed about the state of politics but I miss a lot of shit when I get distracted by camel toes and cleavage so it came as no big surprise that I blew the Lincoln one. So sue me.

I forgot where I was going with this before I got distracted by thinking about camel toes and cleavage.

Oh yeah. Being fairly informed, it came as no big surprise to me that I scored better than 81% of the rest of whoever else took the quiz.

What is fucking shocking is that if you look to the LEFT of where I am, you can see where the liberals start scoring in the lower 10-20%. What's fucking scary is that 4% (FOUR PERCENT) missed every fucking question.

I just about shit when I saw that. There among us, is 4% of the population that missed every fucking question on this quiz. Yet these folks are allowed to vote, to drive, to shop and generally wander around unsupervised in public. Oh my God. I do not have that much ammo. None of us do. Four percent of the population that's too dumb to die against Three Percent. It ain't gonna be pretty.

If you want to take a look at the poll or even dare to take it yourself, here's the link:

http://pewresearch.org/politicalquiz/

And please - only fuckers that score high report back. I would like to think that if you're spending time here you have half a fucking brain as far as politics goes. I hope so anyways.

In case you can't tell, the infection in my jaw flared again today and I'm a bit cranky. And yes, I'm on a double dose of antibiotics. Hari the Hindu didn't even hesitate when Lisa called and demanded that he give me some better shit this time, didn't even insist on another office visit. But he's seen me pissed.

It's a good thing I'm a mellow motherfucker

I didn't get my root canal and my soon-to-be ex dentist is rapidly approaching the top of my list when I go active.

I walked into the office and announced that I was there, calm and no need to call the law which of course completely unnerved all the other folks in the waiting room. I dumped my chew in the trash and picked up a copy of Time and the first thing that I saw was that they had decided that Claire Danes was in the top 100 most influential people of the year. Claire Danes the actress? Really??? I tossed the magazine in the trash where it belonged and just about that time the dental assistant hollered for me. Shit, they want to get rid of me quick. Right on.

I sat back in the chair and she looked at my chart and said that I was there for the doctor to check the tooth hole left by last week's extraction.

"Uh-uh. Root canal."

"No, not according to your chart." Then she looked at me and saw I was not real happy at the sudden turn of events. "I better go get Doctor."

"Yeah. Trot that ol' boy in here."

Pretty soon Hari the Hindu comes in and tells me that I need a root canal and because it's a molar I have to go to a specialist and that I am here now for a tooth hole checking.

I let him look at my tooth hole which took less than 5 seconds. "We could've done this shit over the phone, man. You told me last week I needed a root canal and now you're telling me that I'm here for a fucking referral because you don't do root canals on molars?" I was being pretty calm about the whole situation but Hari was getting real nervous.

Then he really fucked up and started chattering. "Yes. I will give you a referral and we will make you an appointment for a consultation. Then you will make an appointment for the procedure. After the procedure, you will return to me so can make the post and the crow......"

"Whoa whoa whoa. You have got to be fucking kidding me. You're standing there telling me with a straight face that I have at least 3 more visits for a FUCKING ROOT CANAL?  Answer me this: Why didn't you make the appointment for the consultation when I was in here last week?"

"I can extract the too...."

"You're starting to piss me off. I'm not pulling another tooth unless I have to. Fuck this shit."

I stopped off at the desk and had Shelley make the appointment with the specialist. She was real nice to me and got it done in about 3.5 seconds. No fucking way in hell was I gonna let Hari do any drilling on my head. I'll let a specialist do it and either have him do the post and crown or find another dentist. I walked out to the waiting room and saw it was empty. Good.

What's bad is that I have never treated any help or tradesmen in that manner before. If somebody gives me shitty service I'll keep my mouth shut, move on and conduct my business elsewhere. I rarely even complain to management, I just spend my money where I'm treated with civility.

Hey, if he wants to pad his pocket ripping off the insurance company with bullshit visits, good for him. None of my business - until he starts using me to do it. That's when I object.

Under the gun

FARMINGTON, N.M. (AP) — A contest that involved killing more than a dozen coyotes in Farmington is drawing ire from a state wildlife protection group for its “bloodthirstiness.”
The Farmington chapter of Sportsmen for Fish and Wildlife held a so-called coyote-calling contest last weekend, attracting 22 hunters who killed 16 coyotes in two days. It was the seventh year for the event.
Hunters use specialized reeds to mimic the sounds of a dying animal, such as a rabbit, to attract the coyotes to kill them.
The Farmington Daily-Times reports (http://bit.ly/H4JXop ) that such events aren't too common in New Mexico, but Sportsmen member Frances Espinoza said hunting predators is a fast-growing hobby across the country.
Proponents of the practice say that coyotes damage deer herds and kill livestock and sometimes people's pets, while critics say it amounts to animal cruelty.
“While these events aren't illegal, they are astonishingly egregious for their bloodthirstiness,” said Phil Carter, wildlife campaign manager for Animal Protection of New Mexico.
He said anyone who supports the “repulsive killings contests” is displaying a callous disregard for wildlife.
Espinoza, a game commissioner from Farmington and a former executive director and Sportsmen's former director, said hunting coyotes is a method of managing the predators' population.
“You have fishing contests. Is that cruel?” he said. “It is a method of management and recreation just like any other hunting activity.”
Darwin Gunnick, a Sportsmen member, said the hunts are necessary.
“We need to control coyotes if we want to keep the other animals,” he said. “And hunters are the only ones that will do it.”
John Hansen, a wildlife biologist for the Bureau of Land Management's Farmington office, said coyotes live all over San Juan County, including in Farmington city limits by the rivers or in open fields of sagebrush and pinon and juniper trees.
They eat small animals like rabbits and mice, but also animals as large as sheep, baby deer and cattle, and people's pets.
Hansen said that while the BLM focuses on habitat preservation to help sustain local wildlife, there is evidence that shows killing coyotes can prove beneficial to deer and livestock populations.
“Coyotes are in Farmington, they're at the river bottoms and they kill a lot of cats and small dogs,” Gunnick said. “A lot of people have problems with them.”
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Back in November 2010 Stevie Foodstamps sent me a link about a coyote derby in Grady NM that was being held to raise funds for the local High Schools' girl's sports program. This had been going on for quite a while but when a new resident from Des Moines Iowa moved in (to enjoy rural life, no doubt) he was outraged and went squalling to the media about it.
He raised so much shit about it that the PETAphiles got involved - luckily a Texas resident that had attended Grady High took over the sponsorship of the contest to relieve the pressure off the school. You can find my original posts and snide opinions HERE and HERE and HERE.
I'm pretty sure the whiner moved.

Fucking people that move out to the country need to realize that shit goes on in the country that they didn't even think about. It's not all about meadows in the springtime, peaceful and quiet with Bambi and Thumper frolicking in the meadow.
There's 24 hour farming with the noise and the smells - they do tractor work at night around here. You try sitting in the cab of a tractor or combine when it's 110 degrees out. Even with the AC it's like sitting in a greenhouse.
Then there's the god-awful stink of dairies, hog farms and poultry ranches and everything that goes with them and we won't even mention the swarms of flies carrying all that nasty manure on their little footses.
And what about the tallow plants that are needed to dispose of the hundreds of dead cattle every day? You ever smell a tallow plant when it's running full bore in the dead of summer? Think paper mills here and multiply that by 10 with an added gag factor thrown in for good measure.
And yes, animals are killed in rural areas. Animals are slaughtered both for personal use and business. Fact of life.
And from August all the way through spring, something is in season be it dove, pheasant, turkey, duck, goose, deer, bear or whatever - you're going to hear gunfire continuously and if you're lucky enough to live in the west, coyote season is usually open all year round!
Shit dies. Get used to it.

It got so bad around here that a few years ago most of the counties here in the San Joaquin Valley had to pass resolutions declaring them "Right To Farm" counties. Motherfuckers were moving into the valley from San Fransicko to escape their high housing prices and subdivisions were spring up everywhere, some of them right next door to dairies and working farms. They must've bought their houses when the wind was right or something because right after they moved in they'd start complaining about noise and smells and their disturbed sleep and shit and then bring suit against the farmers, some of them that had been operating for 50-100 years.

Sorry 'bout that, hon. I didn't mean to kill you.

This is a follow-up to a story I posted HERE about some drunken tweeker that accidently Xed out his old lady with a little friendly fire incident.

More of my comments below.

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Calif. man in 'cannon' death says he's 'so sorry'

EL CAJON, Calif. (AP) -- A man charged with murder for firing a cannon-like device that killed his girlfriend said in a jailhouse interview Friday that he wants a time machine to go back and keep from firing it, and he wishes he'd been the one killed instead.

"I'm just so sorry, if I could just go back in time I would've never done it," Richard Dale Fox told NBC San Diego (http://bit.ly/xJLteN ) through tears. "I just wish that the damn thing had hit me instead of her, you know?"

Fox, 39, was drinking with friends in the San Diego County town of Potrero on Tuesday when he set off the device, sending shrapnel into his trailer that killed 38-Jeanette Ogara, who was his girlfriend and the mother of his 4-year-old daughter, prosecutors said.

In addition to murder, Fox was charged Thursday with exploding a destructive device and with child endangerment, because the little girl was also in the trailer. She was not hurt.

He pleaded not guilty to all three charges.

"My concern now is my daughter," Fox said in the interview. "I mean, I know she's OK now, but what am I going to tell her?"

SOURCE
Thanks to Stretch for the link.

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What the fuck kind of system do we have where a motherfucker gets drunk, shoots off a cannon, kills his woman, destroys his trailer, admits it and apologizes for it and then pleads NOT GUILTY??? 

Hey, check this shit out: If you're really truly sorry, how 'bout you man the fuck up and plead guilty and accept the consequences of your actions? Even if it was just bad judgement on your part, you deserve to spend the rest of your life in prison - I damned sure don't want your stupid ass driving the same streets as me and my family after what you did to yours.

What's wrong with America today

Michelle Fields of The Daily Caller sought the views of the NASCAR driver and Sports Illustrated swimwear model about "the Obama administration's dictate that religious employers provide health care plans that cover contraceptives." Miss (Danica) Patrick, a practicing Catholic, gave the perfect citizen's response for the Age of Obama:
"I leave it up to the government to make good decisions for Americans."
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Well, good for you because I won't leave it up to the government to decide what's right for me, my family and my Country.
You see, my world doesn't revolve around me like yours does. My world revolves around my wife-to-be, my family, even my dog, and making sure their daily needs are met - which is becoming increasingly harder thanks to this governments' runaway spending and subsequent thoroughly fucked-up economy.
But your personal well-being doesn't depend on the economy or intrusions on our Constitution and Bill of Rights - you're an entertainer. It doesn't even matter to you who is president or which party is in control of the House and Senate. You're an entertainer and people need to be entertained.
You have people surrounding you so you don't have to deal with low level shit like making and keeping your own appointments, fueling your own vehicles, grocery shopping on a tight budget. You're insulated from the world that is my home.
I am not holding your wealth and fame against you at all. You're obviously a very skilled driver, you've hired all the right people and you've earned every bit of what you have. Good for you, I wish you well with that.
But please keep your fucking mouth shut if you have no concept of what you're talking about.

Let them eat cake

First lady Michelle Obama’s weekend jaunt to Aspen, Colorado for a President’s Day ski holiday with her daughters Sasha and Malia makes the 16th time members of the first family have gone on extended vacations during their three years in office.
Their stay at the home of a major Chicago fundraiser for President Obama makes the fifth time the first lady and her daughters have taken a break from Washington on their own. Only once has Obama had a long weekend out of town and alone, celebrating his 49th birthday in Chicago in August 2010.
Accounting for trips out of Washington for several days, the total number of vacations Washington Secrets tabulated is 16, 10 where the family was together, such as for Christmas and summer vacations, one by the president and five by the first lady. Not included were Camp David visits or trips like the first family’s New York City date night in May, 2009.

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16 Vacations on 3 years.......
Now, after 20 years on the job I get 4 vacation weeks a year and I will admit that it's a generous vacation plan. So in the same period of time I have taken 12 weeks of vacation from loading trucks, lifting heavy cases and dealing with my several bosses that all want different things done at the same time.
She's taken 16 vacations (not vacation weeks) in the same period and from what? TV appearances and restaurant visits?
I've taken 12 vacation weeks and stayed at home for every fucking one of them because I cannot afford to go anyplace fancy - hell, I can't even afford to go coyote hunting with the price of gas between $3.50 and $4 a gallon. Yet this woman has been to several countries and hotspots here in the States, stays in the finest hotels and eats extravagant meals, all on our dime, while this Nation is struggling with one of the worst financial crisis in it's history.