There is a strategy in tug-o-war, when one side’s sure to lose, to drop the rope and let the other team fall on its ass, then snatch the rope back and run with it to victory. I think the Dems will try something like that this November, allowing Trump to win then allowing the captive press to finally put out all the bad economic news, to gin up a war-quagmire in the lame duck period, to finally have the pox of their choice roam the land. Then they can hand the mess over to The Golden Golem to see him flounder for four years, effectively destroying the Republican party and ushering in decades of Democrat free rein.
The problem with this is that the planned chaos for this fall will quickly spiral into The Fall and then we’re off to World Made by Hand Land.
AnonymousMay 10, 2024, 8:36 PM
The Golden Golem–hmmmm. No underhanded insult there–naah.
ghostsniperMay 10, 2024, 8:25 AM
GOP governor fumes over Biden’s threat to cut off Israel aid: ‘He’s negotiating for the terrorists’
=================================
Neighbor A gets in a skuffle with Neighbor B.
Neighbor A is a broke dik dawg and asks me to buy him a gun so he can kill Neighbor B.
I tell Neighbor A that I’m even more of a broke dik dawg than he is and cannot buy him a gun.
So now Neighbor A claims I am helping Neighbor B?
Are these people in 3rd grade?
This is the strategy of a mere child.
Adult men do not use the language of children to negotiate.
But in the retarded-down 21st century they do.
Snake, go grab a coupla Hamm’s and lets go sit our asses on the porch and observe the wild assed animals in their natural habitat while fondling our shotguns, since humans these days are so uninteresting and yes, deplorable.
Snakepit KansasMay 10, 2024, 9:01 AM
Hamm’s Tallboy sounds good. Even with an occasional stuck mustache hair and all.
Sitting in the airport in Chicago for a few hours. Plenty of 300lb. women wearing crop tops or yoga pants. FFS. Some out of control four year old kid running around, hollering, then licking the side of a counter. Soy dad, threatening him with time out, telling him he needs to make better choices. Then a bright spot. Bunch of sharply dressed Marines and sailors, all looking quite physically fit. Old grumpy dude catching up on werk email while complaining about degradation of society.
DTMay 11, 2024, 4:19 PM
Just another set of reasons I drive cross-country rather than fly. I hate flying so much I cut deals with my clients re travel expenses. (or did when I sought clients)
ghostsniperMay 11, 2024, 6:48 PM
I’ve been itching for a long ass drive.
Maybe to Oregon.
Drop in on Dirk, see whats up.
Got an old friend in Medford, ain’t seen in 40 year.
Then maybe down to LA, see an old army buddy.
Get some long pavement under my ass – blow the stink off.
Snakepit KansasMay 12, 2024, 5:21 AM
My travel is off and on. Right now it is on. A few weeks back drove to Cedar Rapids. Past three weeks: LA, Philadelphia and Monday head to San Diego. I used to have trips to Indy and when I do again, I will drive I70, as well as hope to take an additional day, and go have a coffee with Ghost.
ghostsniperMay 12, 2024, 6:58 AM
You better!
DTMay 12, 2024, 4:09 PM
I can see Oregon from my front porch if the weather’s clear (like right now). It’s heading back your way plus another couple hundred miles this summer that has my butt sore thinking about it. (Actually not the driving – it’s the humidity and bugs in early August in the Ohio River valley that I don’t look forward to. No need to add the joys of commercial flying to that).
Oregon now – at least from Bend west – isn’t what Oregon 40 years ago was
ghostsniperMay 12, 2024, 4:49 PM
I did Oregon back in 1980, the hard way, and enjoyed it for the most part.
Hitchhiked from Portland to LA CA on 101.
Got picked up by a trucker on his last leg and he took me back to his crib and his wife had a huge spread of grub laid out. Crashed on his couch and the next morn I headed out on foot. Caught a couple rides then got stranded at the CA border anf hoofed a long way, down through Crescent City, and the Del Norte redwood forest. It was glorious. On the left was giant trees that were born a thousand years ago and on my right was cliff with the ocean crashing hundreds of feets below and it was in the very early morning hours with a full moon. No cars for hours as I trekked along. Alone, completely broke, all my worldy possessions on my back, and my goal was still many hundreds of miles away. But I was of good frame of mind, young (25) and fresh out of four years of army fitness. And was wearing my army jump boots.
I’m completely different now and have been for many decades and when I think of that time it’s much like reading a book that someone else wrote. But there’s a core value in there and it beckons still. Blow off the civilization veneer and I’m still who I always was.
ghostsniperMay 10, 2024, 12:53 PM
“He who dares not offend, cannot be honest.”
— Thomas Paine
ghostsniperMay 11, 2024, 6:18 AM
Everybody “checks in”, nobody comments.
AnonymousMay 11, 2024, 7:01 AM
Maybe this is Gerard’s last memorial:
“Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
‘Relax’ said the night man
‘We are programmed to receive
You can check out any time you like
But you can never leave!”
G706May 11, 2024, 1:11 PM
My son is attending the local community college to learn welding and fabrication, he has all ready had several job offers and made some money free lance welding. Over spring break the shop was inspected by a group from the school administration. They check to be sure safety procedures are followed, etc. The shop paseed inspection except the was no tampon dispenser in the men’s restroom. Apparently the newly insalled dispenser ended up in the scrap barrel twice, but it keeps being replaced.
ghostsniperMay 11, 2024, 2:43 PM
Leave it, do a cool ghost flames paint scheme on it and fill it with rubbers and chicken heads.
Could also weld a skeletonized fuk book holder on the bottom.
Any way, glad he’s learning a trade, hopefully he enjoys it and prospers from it.
If he was close by I might have some work for him.
Snakepit KansasMay 12, 2024, 5:29 AM
G706, I feel full of free advice today. I am sure you are proud of your son and you should be. My career turned out good and am in my final handful of years. I don’t have a whole gob of regrets other than the crazy women I spent time on, but one thing I wish I had done out of electronics school would have been to take an entry level job as an electrician, learned the business, gotten required licenses then buy a van and go into business for myself. Your son could do something similar if he chose: Get some experience, learn the business, then get a 3/4 ton truck, put a big welder on the back then go into business for himself. I shut up now.
ghostsniperMay 12, 2024, 7:15 AM
Excellent Snake! My neighbor has such a rig, being in the steel bidnit. His Ford F350 4×4 has the bed removed and has the deal with the big tool boxes along both sides. There’s a big generator-welder in the bed as well as a compressor. The tailgate is actually a work bench with a large vice and there is a remote controlled swivel crane mounted in the back right corner of the bed. There is a fridge and microwave in them side boxes. I saw him lift another neighbors jeep with that crane then he welded tow shackles on the front and rear axles.
I’d suggest doing all cash deals. Weld someones lawn chair for $10 cash. Weld a trailer hitch for $50. The world of manipulating metals with welding and other methods is endless and a rarity these days. Man I wish I was 20 again. I’d do a lot of stuff differently. But then, if I was 20 I’d probably be just as dumb as I was back then. Oh well….we lives and we learns, hopefully….
ghostsniperMay 12, 2024, 11:40 AM
Cylindrical Renderings
================
Careful there Hoss, this might pop yer cork.
Why I Don’t Use My Gun’s Slide Release Lever
================================
I learned this about 5 years ago and it took concentrated effort to break an old habit.
Real World Address for Donations, Mash Notes and Hate Mail
Gerard Van der Leun
1692 MANGROVE AVE
APT 379
Chico, Ca 95926
Green Pants Interior by Klahn
Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
Gerard Van der Leun
Lovely Roses!
From a comment over at Kunstler’s place:
There is a strategy in tug-o-war, when one side’s sure to lose, to drop the rope and let the other team fall on its ass, then snatch the rope back and run with it to victory. I think the Dems will try something like that this November, allowing Trump to win then allowing the captive press to finally put out all the bad economic news, to gin up a war-quagmire in the lame duck period, to finally have the pox of their choice roam the land. Then they can hand the mess over to The Golden Golem to see him flounder for four years, effectively destroying the Republican party and ushering in decades of Democrat free rein.
The problem with this is that the planned chaos for this fall will quickly spiral into The Fall and then we’re off to World Made by Hand Land.
The Golden Golem–hmmmm. No underhanded insult there–naah.
GOP governor fumes over Biden’s threat to cut off Israel aid: ‘He’s negotiating for the terrorists’
=================================
https://tinyurl.com/2p9c7tap
Neighbor A gets in a skuffle with Neighbor B.
Neighbor A is a broke dik dawg and asks me to buy him a gun so he can kill Neighbor B.
I tell Neighbor A that I’m even more of a broke dik dawg than he is and cannot buy him a gun.
So now Neighbor A claims I am helping Neighbor B?
Are these people in 3rd grade?
This is the strategy of a mere child.
Adult men do not use the language of children to negotiate.
But in the retarded-down 21st century they do.
Snake, go grab a coupla Hamm’s and lets go sit our asses on the porch and observe the wild assed animals in their natural habitat while fondling our shotguns, since humans these days are so uninteresting and yes, deplorable.
Hamm’s Tallboy sounds good. Even with an occasional stuck mustache hair and all.
Sitting in the airport in Chicago for a few hours. Plenty of 300lb. women wearing crop tops or yoga pants. FFS. Some out of control four year old kid running around, hollering, then licking the side of a counter. Soy dad, threatening him with time out, telling him he needs to make better choices. Then a bright spot. Bunch of sharply dressed Marines and sailors, all looking quite physically fit. Old grumpy dude catching up on werk email while complaining about degradation of society.
Just another set of reasons I drive cross-country rather than fly. I hate flying so much I cut deals with my clients re travel expenses. (or did when I sought clients)
I’ve been itching for a long ass drive.
Maybe to Oregon.
Drop in on Dirk, see whats up.
Got an old friend in Medford, ain’t seen in 40 year.
Then maybe down to LA, see an old army buddy.
Get some long pavement under my ass – blow the stink off.
My travel is off and on. Right now it is on. A few weeks back drove to Cedar Rapids. Past three weeks: LA, Philadelphia and Monday head to San Diego. I used to have trips to Indy and when I do again, I will drive I70, as well as hope to take an additional day, and go have a coffee with Ghost.
You better!
I can see Oregon from my front porch if the weather’s clear (like right now). It’s heading back your way plus another couple hundred miles this summer that has my butt sore thinking about it. (Actually not the driving – it’s the humidity and bugs in early August in the Ohio River valley that I don’t look forward to. No need to add the joys of commercial flying to that).
Oregon now – at least from Bend west – isn’t what Oregon 40 years ago was
I did Oregon back in 1980, the hard way, and enjoyed it for the most part.
Hitchhiked from Portland to LA CA on 101.
Got picked up by a trucker on his last leg and he took me back to his crib and his wife had a huge spread of grub laid out. Crashed on his couch and the next morn I headed out on foot. Caught a couple rides then got stranded at the CA border anf hoofed a long way, down through Crescent City, and the Del Norte redwood forest. It was glorious. On the left was giant trees that were born a thousand years ago and on my right was cliff with the ocean crashing hundreds of feets below and it was in the very early morning hours with a full moon. No cars for hours as I trekked along. Alone, completely broke, all my worldy possessions on my back, and my goal was still many hundreds of miles away. But I was of good frame of mind, young (25) and fresh out of four years of army fitness. And was wearing my army jump boots.
I’m completely different now and have been for many decades and when I think of that time it’s much like reading a book that someone else wrote. But there’s a core value in there and it beckons still. Blow off the civilization veneer and I’m still who I always was.
“He who dares not offend, cannot be honest.”
— Thomas Paine
Everybody “checks in”, nobody comments.
Maybe this is Gerard’s last memorial:
“Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
‘Relax’ said the night man
‘We are programmed to receive
You can check out any time you like
But you can never leave!”
My son is attending the local community college to learn welding and fabrication, he has all ready had several job offers and made some money free lance welding. Over spring break the shop was inspected by a group from the school administration. They check to be sure safety procedures are followed, etc. The shop paseed inspection except the was no tampon dispenser in the men’s restroom. Apparently the newly insalled dispenser ended up in the scrap barrel twice, but it keeps being replaced.
Leave it, do a cool ghost flames paint scheme on it and fill it with rubbers and chicken heads.
Could also weld a skeletonized fuk book holder on the bottom.
Any way, glad he’s learning a trade, hopefully he enjoys it and prospers from it.
If he was close by I might have some work for him.
G706, I feel full of free advice today. I am sure you are proud of your son and you should be. My career turned out good and am in my final handful of years. I don’t have a whole gob of regrets other than the crazy women I spent time on, but one thing I wish I had done out of electronics school would have been to take an entry level job as an electrician, learned the business, gotten required licenses then buy a van and go into business for myself. Your son could do something similar if he chose: Get some experience, learn the business, then get a 3/4 ton truck, put a big welder on the back then go into business for himself. I shut up now.
Excellent Snake! My neighbor has such a rig, being in the steel bidnit. His Ford F350 4×4 has the bed removed and has the deal with the big tool boxes along both sides. There’s a big generator-welder in the bed as well as a compressor. The tailgate is actually a work bench with a large vice and there is a remote controlled swivel crane mounted in the back right corner of the bed. There is a fridge and microwave in them side boxes. I saw him lift another neighbors jeep with that crane then he welded tow shackles on the front and rear axles.
I’d suggest doing all cash deals. Weld someones lawn chair for $10 cash. Weld a trailer hitch for $50. The world of manipulating metals with welding and other methods is endless and a rarity these days. Man I wish I was 20 again. I’d do a lot of stuff differently. But then, if I was 20 I’d probably be just as dumb as I was back then. Oh well….we lives and we learns, hopefully….
Cylindrical Renderings
================
Careful there Hoss, this might pop yer cork.
https://space.nss.org/o-neill-cylinder-space-settlement/
Why I Don’t Use My Gun’s Slide Release Lever
================================
I learned this about 5 years ago and it took concentrated effort to break an old habit.
https://www.ammoland.com/2015/05/why-i-dont-use-my-guns-slide-release-lever/?utm_source=Ammoland+Subscribers&utm_campaign=442bd800ba-RSS_EMAIL_CAMPAIGN&utm_medium=email&utm_term=0_6f6fac3eaa-442bd800ba-20724777