Distracting!

I'm downstairs until I can fix a dead power supply on my front room computer. It's kind of distracting. I have not done any significant work on this computer for about 5 years. There's still a functional version of NETSCAPE on this box. I have a picture of my then Girlfriend on the display. My two upstairs computers, the front room box, and the laptop both have pics of my recently deceased Rottweiler. I'm pretty much revisiting the person I was back then. He was a happy, busy, soul. He hurts for this older version of himself that has been through a almost six year cycle of pain and loss. I still have things, people and relationships that are dear to me, therefore I still will face losses.

Some losses are unaviodable, but some things, like extending charity in the form of offering a place to sleep to a supposed friend, then having that friend try to walk off with my property, well that's just out of line.

Get back to where I once belonged!

That would be the basement. My neighbor stopped being so open and generous with her wi-fi. Then my living room computer died. Away from the prying eyes of disapproval, I can flourish like I did in the old days. Plus this beast hasn't had all the slowing upgrades of my upstairs computer.

Don't hate me ladies!

y'know I just gotta go over to H&S Precision's "Request Catalog" page, and send one out to all those gun grabbing democrats on my christmas card list.

Of course I could never leave bad enough alone,

I gave out dollar store cap pistols. And CAPS, Halloween before last.....
I love smelling burnt caps in a democrat's house...
It smells like victory!

Been out due to constipation and a cold!

So I missed H&S Precision stepping on their Johnson in a big way.
And I thought I was fulla shit last week........

go to Breda or Tam's blogs for the low down.

Myself, I just wanna send them a clip of Dr Phil saying his trademarked phrase...

"WHAT were you THINKING?"

National Ammo Day!

Nov 19th - Today - National Ammo day. Celebrate! Go but 100 rounds of ammo! Buy 2 boxes of pistol, AND 5 of rifle. I know that's 200, but we have to make up for the democrats who don't celebrate holidays.

Back to Work

Well I guess I should have been doing this earlier. I'm going to build a trike or quad cycle using electric power. I'm going to start with a steel platform. Then move to aluminum. once I got a working model, I'll improve the hell out of it. I guess I could start with Mom's power chair she never used, then do the usual upgrades, brushless motor, Lithium Hydride batteries.

I did get some good results 25 years ago with three batteries, and a starter motor.

Even with the gas going below $2, this is necessary. I still have a recurring image of a 1978 Hustler cartoon. An Arab flashing Uncle Sam, A gas nozzle between his legs.

We need to fix matters so we are never again dependent upon those extremist savages for anything.

Most of us could use the exercise!

in prase of cheap guns!

It only cost me $69 used, with a second magazine bringing it up another $7. When the ammo reaches it's fifth birthday, I take this out, plink tin cans, and buy another box. .380 in our house is just a notch above a bedroom gun. She's Cheap, Trashy, and if you handle her wrong, she'll draw blood. For years I had a pair of parallel scars in the web of my hand, where she taught me to grip lower and firmer. A friend had the same model, his always jammed. Being a Vietnam Vet he cheerfully dubbed her "Jammin' Jenny". After she let him down in an unsocial encounter, he left her on the stove top to melt down. My "Jenny" has never let me down, but then I've never put her in the extreme situations my friend put his. I just keep her up high by the door in case of hostile callers. If I carried in that small a caliber, I'd get a barrel for a Makarov, or PA-63. I got her small sister in .22lr, and she's always treated me right. I take her out more.

My Dad's Favorite Cheap Auto is the Raven .25. I think I've had a dozen of those before I turned 21. I used to order the strikers by the dozen anyway.

Oh yeah! any striker fired pistol, first thing order 3 replacement strikers, Damn thing will go out on you at the most inconvenient time. I got a big ol horse of a Hi-Point .45. Not only do I have 3 replacement striker firing pins, I have turned a couple from brass to make sure I have an alternate replacement. Hey if one breaks, and the others are identical...

I once made a firing pin from a brass key, for my H&R Defender .38. Brass is reliable, and will get the job done.

And if it let's you down, you can melt it down and try again.

What She Said!

Unlike Voltaire I agree with everything this woman said.

AND

I'll fight to the death for her right to say it!

She gave me one!

The Ex-Girlfriend is being exasperating. She thinks sexual climax is a competition sport. Since I can brush the back of her neck, and her spine with my 4 day shadow, and have her screaming for more, She thinks she's losing, since I may, or may not, ejaculate. The fact that Ejaculation and Orgasm are separate items doesn't penetrate her comprehension. Also the fact that I'm 46, 380 pounds, diabetic, and on a dozen pills, and 3 injections, 3 times daily, for all the other stuff wrong with me, has evaded her attention. The only reason I'm not filling her up with ejaculate, is that I'm fucking someone else, OR I just don't get turned on by her.

I think I screwed up. I sort of hid out at a friend's house. I never thought of her sexually. In fact I thought of her more as Darth Maul to my Siddious. She listened, as I more or less poured out my soul to her.

Halfway through the night, when I was blitzed from my painkillers, I was basically shown that I could hit the other side of the room with an ejaculation. If my partner wasn't treating beat the cock, like beat the clock. Sorry, I'm riding high on euphoria. I think the ex, is more ex than yesterday.

And where I had a friend who'd kill for me, I now have a Friend With Benefits, if I'm not careful, she has probably popped out, and maimed for me already.

I'm afraid, very afraid.

Never before has a difference of opinion on presidential candidates cost me friends. Even on line ones. I've lost two over the mere suggestion that Barack Obama, a man only a year older than I may not be ready, or qualified, to be President. I personally was ready to forgive them a far more profound insanity.

If he gets elected, death squads will be hunting down those of us who didn't vote for him.....

Is it just me or.......

Freedom Fries?

Freedom Toast?

Freedom Dressing???

Anyone remember a book featuring 

Liberty Gin!

and 

Liberty Cigarettes?

War is Peace

Freedom is Slavery

Ignorance is Strength

And when all else fails.....

Do it to Julia.....

or

Give it to Mikey!!!