Pat Riot

Years ago I tried to get a job in the U.S. Forest Service as an electronics / electrical technician. The main responsibility would be maintaining and repairing communication towers and stations. I refused to work for poverty wages and deal with the Enviro-Nazis the Clinton Administration injected into all the Federal Services including the Military bases. Did you know that for a time at Fort Hunter-Ligget in CA that if the Army wanted to conduct mock tank battles on their own base the base commanders had to get authorization from the Federal Environmental Office posted there? It’s true.

Let’s see. I have lived in the following states. Pennsylvania - 4 times Georgia - Once Alabama - Twice Arkansas - Once New Mexico - Twice Illinois - Once Minnesota - Once Virginia - Once California - 4 times North Carolina - Once Oregon - Once West Virginia - Once, currently I have done jobs in a few other states. I’ve been around. Do you know what I learned in each of these states and in various neighborhoods in each of these states? EVERYWHERE I have lived or worked the locals hate someone else from somewhere else and if you are a member of that “someone else” you got a long row to hoe to get into their good graces, if you can get in their good graces at all. It’s really too bad. The United States of America is a wonderful place full of wonderful people. Know what I hate more than other people? This $&@#ing Otto Commie sonofa….!

What’s that noise? Anyway, that was funny.

Yep….45 Colt Boomer

“Snackie Chan” He obviously bought the black belt. One day he’ll be in shape if he keeps that up.

I didn’t click the Cow Cow Boogie video. I don’t want a weird song stuck in my head today.

I have been going out every morning and moving snow and clearing the Suburban off. It’s good exercise, but I am not moving all that much.

I go out every morning in tee shirt, sweat pants and sneakers to feed the birds then head to the basement to work out. It’s invigorating. I’m exposed for a few minutes. No biggie. This backfired on me a while back. My wife’s sister to her to a Christmas ornament party. I headed down to the basement to workout. It was 26℉. I was wearing what I always wear. I got to the basement door and realized I forgot my keys. Ruh-Roh… I had locked the doorknob on my front door. There is no way to jimmy the windows open. I called my wife - no answer. I called my sister-in-law - she answered. From the time I went outside until my wife arrived to open the door it was 18 minutes. Lucky I had my phone with me. I was chilled but not “cold”. I have been cold. Cold to the point of serious concern. It takes longer than most people think to freeze to death but once your body reaches a certain level of cold it goes downhill real fast. I see going out into the cold in light clothing as a challenge and it really does get the blood pumping, but I am not an idiot. I don’t go running around that way. All it takes is one little thing to go wrong and things can go bad pretty quickly.

I had a joke for Autonomous Snowblower, but this ^^^^ can’t / shouldn’t be topped. By the way, glad my iPhone is waterproof. Glad I was only drinking water.

Don’t care.

I have never heard of “clay eaters”. I have lived all through the south and the west and been through the north. Born in PA in Appalachia, as some call it and I have encountered so much BS over time in regards to what people think of those “damn (fill in the blank)” Heck, I encounter it here in WV. Guy told me I was a Damn Yankee. I smiled and responded “West Virginia ceded from Virginia in 1863 and supported the Union. Does that make you a damned Yankee too?” The look on his face got a rousing bunch of laughter from all the guys in the .22 shack at the range. I overheard someone say “Gotta be a damned Yankee. He’s edumacated.” Pointing at me.

In looking at the images and news of the fires, only because my daughter and her family still live there, I found it interesting that an article in India Today talks about how the LA Mayor cut the fire fighters budget. Residents in towns like Alta Dena are fighting their own fires. I’ll bet the city and county departments of Diversity and Inclusion have hellacious budgets though. I have more to say, but I’ll stop there. Glad I left.

There’s a plunger switch?!

John Candy is one of my very favorite actors and people. He was one of a kind. Rest In Peace, John Candy. You did make the world a better place for me and I am sure, many others. Thank you Joe. Made my day!

WTH is a “clay eater”? I wonder what those Cowboys would think about Cowboy Action Shooting today…wimpy loads and breath-breath distance targets? Probably might whip out their own hog-legs and acquire themselves some nifty new guns and snappy duds.

Good for you Doc! I’m happy to hear you’re doing well. I’m also happy to hear of your escape.

Many “thin” folks I encounter do not look all that healthy. It could be the Meth, but…

I often wonder if they ever discovered evidence of UFO’s monitoring these tests.

Question: Did you climb inside the fridge and shut the door to see if the light goes out?

Funny story that I just remembered a little while ago. Back in 2015 I had a flip phone as I had sworn off personal smart phones for good. I got lost in Portland Oregon on my motorcycle and couldn’t figure out where I went wrong. I was heading to a meeting with a contractor at their office. I have pulled over and was trying to get my bearings on a side street when this homeless guy walks up and asks if I needed some help. I told him I was lost and the name of the business I was looking for and he said “Sorry, I’m not familiar with that business or that street name. Let’s look it up on my iPhone.” He whips out his phone and says “Found it! You aren’t too far from there. Here, look at the map.” I looked at it and memorized it. I thanked him and handed him 5 bucks and wished him a nice day. He said “Keep your money. Invest in a smart phone.” and he laughed and walked away. About 2 months later I got myself an iPhone. Had one ever since.

I didn’t know that, but I haven’t had a landline in a long time.

Look at your phone bills. There are fees you pay, mandated by the government, that helps pay for low income and homeless cell phones.

California Plagues…

I learned a new term today. Thought I would share it. Doomscrolling There is also another term called “Doomsurfing” https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Doomscrolling A few years back I realized that I drove to and from work listening to talk radio. When I was at work, between work duties, I was constantly looking at news and reading about every bad thing available. There never seemed to be anything in the way of good news. When it came it was quickly overshadowed by something dreadful or despicable. I became sick of it! It affected my attitude. I found myself worrying about things that I could not control. I felt angry and lived in a gray haze of simmering anger. My feelings, angst and anger affected others. Others that I cared about. One day I was listening to yet another story of doom and gloom followed by an endorsement for buying something I never knew I needed or wanted and it hit me. “I am a dupe. I’m buying into their anger and trepidation and they’re profiting on it! Screw them!” I switched stations on the radio. I stopped going directly to news feeds at work and at home on the Internet. I downloaded music apps to listen to on my helmet Bluetooth and I literally quit listening to talk radio, the news and commercial radio. I cancelled my cable subscription and closed myself off from the drama and the BS. Oh, I still looked at news, but I did it on my terms. I have news emails from Epoch Times and 1440. I pick and choose what I want to read or care about. I follow the weather on apps and I pay zero attention to sports. I do follow Congress and the Supreme Court, but I don’t dwell on it. I don’t allow the NRA or any other pro gun or conservative groups manipulate me. Life is too darn short! The reason I am bringing this up? I just wanted to let my Pards know that life is too spectacular, miraculous and wonderful to allow it to be stripped away by people that don’t deserve your attention or your money. Sometimes one just has to say “Enough!” I yield the rest of my time to the good people I appreciate in the Saloon. I gotta go work out. It relieves stress, ya know.