My Merry Oldsmobile

Sorry about this being a long post, but it is an interesting story, and a true one.

In the later part of 1986 and early part of 1987 I drove an eighteen-wheeler forty-eight states for a large trucking company, lets call them J. B. Hunt because I just plain like the truth. Affectionately known by drivers of other companies as J. B. Cunt. Some days you just had to turn off the CB radio when you got tired of hearing it.

Now J. B. Cunt is a fine upstanding christian trucking company, don’t ya know. Headquartered in the bible belt in Lowell Arkansas. But this isn’t what this story is about, besides, anyone that has read this blog for some time knows that God is a free spirit and likes to mess with so called christians.

I was dispatched out of Los Angeles, the only terminal they had on the West Coast at the time. I lived in North Eastern Washington so I had to drive to LA to get a truck and drive home if they happened to give me some time off. But that only happened once because they kept me on the road all the time. Being as they are a fine upstanding christian company they did get me home for Christmas that year, with their truck, but they only let me rest for two days even though they had promised three. They where great on breaking promises and pushing drivers.

Okay, I will talk about them a bit before I get to the Oldsmobile. Their trucks where dirt ass cheap, cab-over Internationals with short wheel-bases and no air ride and 300 Cummins engines and five speed transmissions, and no jake brake. And they bitched because the little trip reader they had at the time told them I had hit the bottom of a pass doing almost eighty miles an hour coming out of the Blues. Well hey, they gave me a 48 thousand pound load (total load including truck and trailer of 78 thousand pounds) of peanut butter in Little Rock, Arkansas on a Friday afternoon and wanted it delivered in Portland, Oregon at seven O’clock on Monday morning. Peanut butter is important shit to get delivered, don’t ya know.

I started off the top of that pass at about ten miles an hour but by the time I got to the last corner my trailer breaks where smoking really hard so I just let her run out (Us ex race car drivers are like that ya know). Let me tell you, running off a pass in a short-coupled cab-over with spring brakes and 78 thousand pounds pushing you is a yee-haa. Ride them fucking cowboy. There was no way I could make the exit near the bottom of the pass to get into the truck stop for a six pack of beer so I just blew on by. Don’t worry, I stopped and got beer down the highway, can’t keep God from his beer.

The trucks where dirt ass cheap, but let me say that they did take damn good care of them. And they did have damn good dispatch and kept me plenty busy and I made good money with them. Of course they never gave me much time to stop and spend much of it. Being a fine upstanding christian company they of course had firm rules, like no drinking in the terminals, or drinking period, or drugs, but being as I don’t do drugs that was no problem for me. I avoided the terminals as much as I could but I did pull into one at times to have the truck serviced and washed. I got a little kick out of sitting in the terminal parking lot sucking on a few beers while doing my paperwork.

Don’t take me wrong, I didn’t drink and drive, or drink to much, but I needed a few beers while I was doing my logs and paperwork and trying to wind down so I could get a few hours sleep before taking off again. Anyway, I would pick up a truck in LA and head East with a load and run up and down the East Coast for a while. Then they would start me headed West, with the intention of getting me back to LA for a little time off. Ha !! I would get in the middle of the country and they would dispatch me right back to the East Coast again, saying that they had a load East of me going to LA. After a while I figured out that it was just a lie, so much for trusting others.

But I only trust others for so long. I had been out for a few months and I never got closer than maybe eight hundred miles to LA before they headed me East again. The cheap truck and long hours (up to 22 hours a day) had beat me down and I needed some time off. My back was hurting and I was getting really cranky. They had been telling me for two weeks that they would get me to LA but it wasn’t happening. The agreement was that a driver had to return his truck to his home terminal in order to avoid fees for picking it up, and to get his fuel bonus and safety checks.

I pulled a load out of Illinois into Lowell, Arkansas, their home terminal. The LA dispatcher had promised that there was a load at Lowell going to LA for me. Ha !!! I dropped the load in Lowell and then went to the terminal to have the truck checked and serviced. A few hours later I called my dispatcher and he gave me a load to Illinois. Don’t ya know, at this point the shit the fan. I called back about ten minutes later and told him to fuck off and we got into this little pissing contest.

Then the head dispatcher in LA got on the phone and asked me what my problem was. Hell, by then I didn’t have a problem, they did. LOL …. We got in this little pissing contest, she reminded me that the agreement was that I was to return the truck to my home terminal, I told her that it wasn’t going to happen and they could talk to an attorney if they didn’t like it because I was cleaning out the truck and getting to LA on my own. They had their truck, with no load on it, at their home terminal, its not like I just abandoned a load and a truck somewhere. After a few minutes she gave up and asked me if I needed any money to get back to LA where my car was in their parking lot.

Fuck no, I haven’t had time to spend any money for a few months. So they gave me a ride into town to a hotel and I got a six pack of beer and got half shit faced. The next morning, because I’m a free spirit and don’t want to take a buss or plane, I start walking down the street looking at what is on used car lots. I settled on a 1970 Oldsmobile 98 because they are pretty damn good boats. The transmission wasn’t shifting quite right but that didn’t bother me as I know that trans is pretty tough. The salesman said that it had belonged to a Nun and had seen an easy life, yeah, whateverthefuck. I’m a master mechanic, I’ll decide what I see.

It had pretty worn tires but I figured they would get me to LA, so I bought it, don’t recall what I paid for it, just a few hundred bucks. Arkansas is different than my state, I didn’t want an Arkansas title so ended up getting what they call a drive away permit. It was good for 48 hours as I recall. I ran into one hell of a winter storm in New Mexico (I won’t write about that now) so the permit was expired by the time I got to LA and dropped into the terminal to pick up my fuel and safety checks and my other car.

Okay, my favorite sister lived in Lancaster at the time (she’s dead now) and I went to her place and her husband went back with me to pick up my other car the next day. It was a nice little car that I had rebuilt the engine in, I left it with her because I had grown fond of that old Oldsmobile that was being easy on my back and the transmission had started shifting right the second day out, so I decided to take it on to Washington even though the permit was expired. It turned out that I gave her the other car.

Anyway, let’s get on with the story. When I got to Washington I transferred the title to the Olds and took some time off. The lady that was in my life at the time after my wife died had never been much of anywhere. It was spring break (she was a tutor) so I took her on a ten-state trip. When I was trucking I had discovered Kingman, Arizona so when we went through there I stopped at the Ford dealership and put in an application for work. When we got home there was a job offer for me.

Soooooo, I put my tools and tool boxes in the merry Olds and took off to Kingman. She followed me a few months later, we lived together for twelve years and this is where it gets interesting. Hey, the first part of this story was interesting also. She owned two horses, I found and rented twenty acres about five miles out of town. It didn’t have electricity and I had to pack the water we used, no big deal to me, I’m an old country hick and love that life.

I had a motorcycle in Washington and she brought it when she moved down, and I bought another one when there, it’s great country for biking. I ended up quitting the Ford dealership because the service manager was a frigging idiot and I went to work in a Big A auto parts store. We bought a 1981 Ford F 150 pickup that was a good deal while I worked for the Ford dealership though. Mostly I went to work on the bikes and only used the pickup when we needed water. The poor old Oldsmobile just set around all the time except when my son came over from Las Vegas and we took a twelve pack of beer and went tearing through the dessert with it hell bent for election. Hey, if you do this kind of stupid stuff, make sure you take something to seal up gas tank leaks. :-).

Anyfuckingway, Marie wasn’t in love with Arizona and spotted sixty acres in Utah for sale in a nickel ad, so we took a weekend to go look at it. It had a decent mobile home on it and a garage and a few out buildings on it. It was cheap, dirt cheap, only twenty grand. At the time I was pretty adventuresome so we bought it.

This was in the high country of Utah, the town was Duchesne, nice enough country but the economy really sucked. Work and getting by has never been an issue to me as I’m very talented and handy and can find something to do anywhere. So we moved to Utah with the Ford, and of course the old Olds. Actually, it took a couple of trips because Marie had two horses and a horse trailer. The last trip was okay but it was a long day, the Olds blew a radiator hose about half way there but I was able to fix it to keep us going with what I had on hand. I also had a 24 foot cargo trailer with six foot sides on it and it was loaded to the hilt with all we owned that I hadn’t already moved yet in other trips.

Marie also had a Toyota that I had taken up on the cargo trailer with other things on another trip. The Ford was a good pickup but it only had a 300 straight six in it and that was a lot of load for it. Ford engineers are idiots at times, it had a 2.73 gear ratio in the rear end, that is pretty high for a small engine, I spent half of that day in second gear. It was a good thing we went over the last pass at about midnight and it was cool as I creeped the last few thousand feet with the speedometer barley bouncing off the peg.

Anyway, like I said, the economy was really bad there, we hadn’t noticed that half the stores in town was empty when we first looked at the place. Not that it would have made any difference I guess, being an old country hick I always get by, and Marie was not a needy woman either, she was country also. All she wanted was her horses and a stud and I was the man. LOL

So I first started a little recycling business with the pickup and trailer but soon got to busy for that so I rented the old fire station, then I started a little parts department in it also. Then I bought a building on main street and expanded and started building a full fledged parts house, it was good there. My hats said, E-Z Not Sleazy Auto Parts.

We had to pack water to our home as it was at least six hundred feet to sink a well with no promise of water so I packed it home in a 300 gallon water tank in the pickup and put it in an eleven hundred gallon tank I had installed there. Yeah, I know, I’m carrying on some.

Because I had to use the pickup so much for recycling and hauling water and Marie had her Toyota the Olds once again just sat around. And then, and then…….. Duchesne county decided to put on a demolition derby. Ha !!! I’m an expert at setting up demo cars, I know all sorts of tricks to keep them going, I’ve never entered a demo derby I didn’t win, so I entered the Olds in the demo derby.

I figured I was getting a little old to be driving in one so I let the young man that was working for me drive it and I was the pit crew. I gave him lots of instructions and he did pretty well, taking first place in the first heat, qualifying us for the main event. The car was beat to hell but I got it back together for the main event and he was doing well again until he got stuck by giving it too much gas in a wet spot as they had really soaked the arena with water.

They towed it back to our space and I got it ready for the consolation main and he won it so we did okay that day. Wait, I’m not done yet. A few weeks later was the forth of July parade, or the this is fucking Utah parade, I really don’t recall, so I entered the Olds in it. I made up some signs and a skit where my employee drove the Olds while I followed behind in the pickup. He stopped in front of the judges stand and flipped a switch that I had rigged up to a fan to blow out some smoke and make it look like the car was burning up. I jumped out of the truck and ran up and opened the hood and pulled out a mess of wiring I had set up there and carried on for a bit ‘fixing things’, gave him the thumbs up and he started the Olds up and drove on.

The judges wasn’t sure of what to make of that so they came up with a new award on the spot, we won ‘Most Original’, and five fucking bucks. LOL

Wait, I’m not done. This Merry Oldsmobile is not dead yet, it still runs, good. I worked in Ford dealerships for years but I have a soft spot for those old GM bullet proof Olds 455 engines and turbo 400 automatic transmissions. I owned a parts house, I had parts at cost, and a complete valve grinding setup and things like that.

I pulled the engine and trans out of the Olds, the trans didn’t need anything done to it but I tore the engine apart and rebuilt it to unleaded gas standards, and while I was at it I put a complete Competition Cams valve train in it, including roller tip rockers.

Yup, I put that setup in the 1981 Ford 150 pickup. I can’t tell you how far that baby would burn rubber, I was too cheap to find out. With that 2.73 gear ratio in the rear end I once did 55 in first gear before I let off and let her shift up. I never did know how fast she would go full out. When we moved to Montana the next year it was no sweat, I out pulled Dodge diesels going up passes.

Of course, this was before my spiritual journey had started. Back when I was a less evolved monkey. When I left Montana I left the Ford and the trailer and the home with Marie as I had bought a ¾ ton Ford with a camper on it in Montana.

And thus started my spiritual journey.

Hey, have a great day. Hugs. BBC

What a world hey?

At some point on my strange journey I started assuming that the cosmos would take care of my needs, as long as I was not too needy or greedy (I wasn’t being anyway), it’s been a while since I took up that assumption, maybe seven years or so. I told Laurel Ann that one day and she agreed that it seemed that the cosmos did indeed provide what I need.

Actually, I think it gets carried away at times considering what has ‘flowed’ to me. Some things I just have too much of, that I didn’t even pay for, it was all given to me. And I have excessive amounts of food here that I’m going to have to throw away because I never got around to eating it and it’s gotten too old.

I’m happy with what I have, yet so many people aren’t. Like the lady I had the biking date with the other day, she sits in that big nice place on her five acres and she’s lonely and unhappy.

Buddy stopped by for a visit yesterday, he’s funny, I like Buddy. He was on his way to the middle of the state to look at property. He wanted me to go out to his place and fix his pickup but he lives about forty miles from here and I don’t want to drive clear out there.

I bought a rolling pin, I’m tired of those damn biscuits in a tube, I’m going to start making my own.

I got the fiberglass on the back wall of the shop yesterday and started painting it. May not work on it today as it’s laundry day here at Polly’s Honky Tonk Saloon and Whorehouse. A kid in the neighborhood brought his scooter over for me to mount the motor on a bike for him so I started working on that also.

Comments on yesterday’s comments:
Paul…. Yes, a lot of women took the women’s lib thing wrong, misunderstood its intent, even a lot of women agree with that. So there are a lot of lonely women around that we can’t get along with well now. On the other hand, we don’t have to support them and all their needs as they work. Well, except for the losers on welfare. Many of them want a man, but it’s to add him to their empire to get what they can out of him. I don’t do that trip anymore. All I have is all I need and I’m not going back to work to buy a nicer place that she wouldn’t be happy in anyway.

5000…. Funny.

Dawn…. Huh? (grin)

Terri and Sewmouse….. Hugs.

Tomorrow I’m going to post a story about an Oldsmobile I once bought. Hey, have a great day, hugs. BBC

Fewer die

It is true about the comic, less men do die in wars now, even though the muslim monkeys are getting better at killing the christian monkeys even though they aren’t as well equipped.

The thing is, all those injured men that are saved will have to be supported by the taxpayers for the rest of their lives, for G. W. Bush’s stupid fucking war.

It doesn't take a hero to order men into battle. It takes a hero to be one of those men who goes into battle. - Norman Schwarzkopf

So, the biking date yesterday went about as expected, in fact I’m trying to remember what I ever liked about her other than the fact that I’m attracted to screwed up women. No kidding, this one is really wired wrong and has the attention span of a frigging gnat. We biked to the beach and then she wanted to sit for a while, but in ten minutes she was ready to leave again, this woman can not sit still or be happy with anything she is doing. She is not spiritual or affectionate, she is just a little girly monkey screwing around. She does have her moments but they only last about ten seconds.

She is very uncomfortable around men and I asked her why she is afraid of men. Her reply was, “Men are self destructive.” Umm, okay, but what the hell has that got to do with her fear of them? Only I didn’t think to ask her that because we talked about the other for a few minutes. Then later I got to thinking (I’m a slow thinker at times but I come back strong), here is a woman that drives like a frigging race car driver everywhere she goes, and often talks on a cell phone while driving, now what is this shit about men being self destructive? She honks her horn at every car pulling up to an intersection. To let them know that she is coming? Umm, maybe they should be thankful for that. Every time I rode with her I had to ask her to please slow down, I wasn’t that bad even when I was young.

So when she was pulling into the parking lot she was on her cell phone, talking to her thirty some year old pregnant daughter in ‘We’re all fucking crazy California’ and when she gets out of the car she asks me if a pregnant woman should be using ammonia to wash windows with. Now this woman thinks that she knows everything so I don’t know why she is even asking me, but I say, “No.” So she calls daughter back and tells her not to use it. Tells her to use straight vinegar. WTF? Have I ever mentioned that I’m surrounded by fucking idiots?

She won’t use Windex, thinks there is nasty shit in it because they won’t list the ingredients on the label so it must be dangerous crap. Bullshit, they just don’t want you do know how simple it is or you will save a ton of money making your own. My mother put more soap in my mouth as a kid than you would get drinking a whole gallon of window cleaner. Window cleaners are just water with a little coloring and a dab of soap or citrus juice, maybe a little something to make it smell nice.

They don’t spend much money making that stuff, you can take two drops of hair shampoo and mix up a bottle full of window cleaner. But why should they tell you that? They need you to be a sucker and think their stuff is better. BTW, she doesn’t even call her daughter hon when she talks to her on the phone, it’s all business like.

I’ve had fancy things and they didn’t make me happy, and I don’t give a shit about her two fancy homes, and her fancy car, and the great money she makes. Come to think about it, I just don’t give a shit, if someone can’t sit on a beach with me for an hour and hold my hand some I just don’t frigging need her. We are on different journeys. I wonder if all parole officers are bat shit crazy.

She asked me if I still went to the Eagles dancing some and I said that I keep my dues paid but that I hadn’t been there for some time because I didn’t have anyone to go with and I don’t care to go ask the other women for dances, that’s just always awkward for me. But I told her that if she wanted to go dancing some night to give me a call, see, I told you I’m a frigging idiot. But I’m smart enough that I didn’t ask her out. I’m not going to call her, we are not right for each other and I know that. Have I ever mentioned that I’m a frigging idiot? LOL. So if she calls I suppose I will take her, because I’m a frigging idiot ya know. Hey, are you laughing at me?

She did really like the biking so I offered to give her a bike. Anyway, other than not having a mate and sexual partner I like my life, so lets move on.

PETERSBURG, Ky (Reuters) - Like many modern museums, the newest U.S. tourist attraction includes some awesome exhibits -- roaring dinosaurs and a life-sized ship. But only at the Creation Museum in Kentucky do the dinosaurs sail on the ship -- Noah's Ark, to be precise. The Christian creators of the sprawling museum, unveiled on Saturday, hope to draw as many as half a million people each year to their state-of-the-art project, which depicts the Bible's first book, Genesis, as literal truth.

Ha, ha, ha……. Those christian monkeys sure do work hard at trying to brainwash themselves and others. Those silly monkeys.

"I read somewhere that 77 per cent of all the mentally ill live in poverty. Actually, I'm more intrigued by the 23 percent who are apparently doing quite well for themselves." - Jerry Garcia - Grateful Dead)

Well, Jerry, they live in poverty also, but they are so far out of it that they are quite happy. La, la- la - la, la ya know. But they hid away the guy that was so happy that he was whipping it out on the street to wave at everyone passing with a big shit-eating grin on his face.

Americans are such needy consumers. If the seven billion people on this planet consumed as we do the planet wouldn't last four more years. Not that I think anyone really gives a damn.

The weather was beautiful yesterday, looks like it will be today, I’ll work on the shop wall. Have a great day, hugs… BBC

I’m still an idiot

Today is the day of my biking date with the vice president of the local chapter of the Insane Chicks Society. I have mixed feelings about doing that but I’m going to keep it because I’m an idiot and expect different results. We spent a fair amount of time around each other for three months last year and I never got my hand held, how can I expect it to be different now?

We are as different as night and day in ways, maybe the only thing we have in common is that we are both bat shit crazy, each in our own ways. But we do both like each other a lot. I’m hoping that she is receptive to some teaching, therapy and emotional healing, assuming that I don’t bungle it, we have both been through a lot. I’m taking a philips screwdriver to stick in her ear to adjust a few of her potentiometers. Ha, ha, ha. Well, she has her good points, maybe it will go well, we shall see, maybe she can join my spiritual journey, or at least accept it.

I keep changing my mind about what to do about more storage and work area around here and have been pondering options. For now I’m at least going to put a roof over the area between the back of the shop and the fence, I bought some of the materials for that yesterday as they where on sale and I got an extra ten percent discount because I’m a veteran. There are three small storage units here that I would like to tear down, but first I need other storage.

Congress is nothing more than a group of glorified monkeys working for interests other than the American people. Well, I can at least be thankful that there isn’t any fighting in my area.

Hey, have a wonderful day, hugs…. BBC

Have a safe Memorial Weekend

I have no special plans this weekend.

I haven’t had time to visit a lot of blogs lately, I apologize for that but I’m pretty busy trying to fix or fuck up this world even more.

CHICAGO (Reuters) - If men ever needed a reason to justify that extra cup of coffee, here it is: four or more cups of coffee a day appear to reduce the risk of gout, Canadian researchers said on Friday.

Well, I drink up to two pots a day and I don’t have gout, other than that I don’t know if they are right or not. Two pots isn’t so much, I make it weak, it’s just habit that I have something to be sipping on all the time. Coffee in the mornings, water through the day, and light beer in the evenings.

NEW YORK (AFP) - Former US vice president Al Gore on Friday criticized the "trivialities and nonsense" of celebrity gossip in the media and called on people to focus instead on issues like Iraq and climate change.

Al, Al, Al….. A lot of these monkeys can’t handle much more than humor and the stupid things the celebrities are screwing around doing. And they don’t care about the planet as long as they have Lincoln’s and Cadillac’s and such. Hey, when you only tool is a hammer…….

Sarah said in a comment yesterday….. We should all be obliged to appear before a board every five years, and justify our existence... on pain of liquidation. - George Bernard Shaw

I don’t recall ever seeing that quote before, good one though, depends on what the rules of behavior would be but I might not have made it to thirty. I wasn’t real bad, but I wasn’t real good either. Mostly I drove fast all the time, and distances determined how many six packs of beer we bought to take.

Have a great day, take it easy on the planet, hugs…. BBC

This is my purpose

Ever ask yourself what your purpose is? This journey, it is why I exist. As far as I can tell. It hasn’t always been, but it is now.

Power bike report: I finished putting the little gas motor on the smaller bike yesterday and tested it. It works well on a smaller tire, a bit faster on the flat and a bit slower on hills. Today I’m riding it to the peace rally, and then taking it off for my next experiments on my old three wheel recumbent.

Segway’s are interesting technology but the intended market can’t afford them. And in a few years there will be all those nasty batteries to replace, recycle and deal with. I think they are just a passing fad for folks and geeks with more money than sense of what to do with it. And those that do own them don’t seem to use them much. Lower income folks need cheap simple transportation.

Dawn….. You think I have intriguing thoughts? As I’ve stated before, I’m not sure I’ve ever had an original thought in my life. The things I say about what God is, in fact pretty old and has been around for a long time. Longer than Christianity and Islam beliefs, it just keeps getting buried under their stupid rhetoric.

Surely, A God would not have created such a being as man, with an ability to grasp the infinite, to exist only for a day! No, no, man was made for immortality. To be the omnipresent living spirit on this planet.

Teri…… There are still some gentlemen around, and women also, its just that there seems to be a shortage of them. Pat the ‘babies’ for me? *snickers*

Mark Twain was basically an atheist, making him an underachiever, yet he spent a fair amount of time trying to figure out what God is, but his feeble mind couldn’t or wouldn’t accept that we are God in evolution. It appears that most folks don’t want that responsibility. They want some perfect bogeyman God in the sky thing to worship it seems. So I guess they like to worship a sadistic idiot.

If you are interested in reading some of what he wrote check this link. But it’s pretty much a waste of time to do that because that is the past and we are at today. Time stands still for no one.
Shit that Twain wrote

LIMA (AFP) - Jody Williams and five other female Nobel prize laureates on Tuesday urged civilians to press for the elimination of cluster bombs, which cripple children and others long after the fighting has stopped.

WTF? …… Nobel prize laureates should be urging ending wars period, all bombs kill innocent people. Not trying to decide what kind of bombs should and should be used. Like I keep saying, I’m surrounded by fucking idiots. George Bush should be made to fight his own wars, alone.

I didn’t do much yesterday other than get the bike together and test it a few times, put Rick’s blast cabinet back together and took a few naps. I think I will take it easy today also, other than going to the peace rally and cutting up a few pallets for firewood for Helen. I sure will be glad when that big stack of pallets is gone. I can start getting this chaos more organized.

"Paris Hilton has been spotted carrying a Bible around. A lot of people think she’s only trying to improve her image. Paris denied this and said, "I’m very religious. In fact, I scream out ‘Oh God’ more than anyone." - Conan O'Brien

Empty headed idiots like her needs a God like that. Someone to forgive her for all the stupid things she does. But the earth Gods are tossing her in jail for a while anyway. He, he, he.

Hey, have a great day, hugs… BBC

So

So……… Have I mentioned that I’m a frigging idiot? Yes I have.

First, I’m going camping for a day or two, sometime next month, maybe around my birthday. Only it is on a Saturday this year so I will go in the middle of the week when there isn’t so many other campers out. There is a free campground near here on the Lyle River and I need a night sleeping next to a babbling river. The camper won’t be ready but I have a new tent that I bought just in case of a natural disaster and the off chance that I would need some temporary shelter. I’ve better figure out where the leak is in that air mattress, I don’t do sleeping on the ground anymore.

Dawn, yes, there are plenty of screwy men also. Macho assholes even, I think I used to be one. Hell, I may still be one. LOL… This whole frigging world is bat shit crazy.

You said in a comment, I agree to a point with you but I am allowed to my own opinions, they might not be exactly the same as yours. I think thats what makes this world go round. I still think there may be an alternate universe other than ours.

Yes, everyone wants the right to think as they wish. But in order for there to be peace on this planet there needs to be a common collective agreement on just what God is, and I keep telling others that we are the living spirit of this planet. There is no bogeyman in the sky God out there, and if there was I would hate the sadistic son of a bitch. It’s a God that dresses its monkeys in uniforms of different nationalities and has them fight and kill each other, and parts of itself. The fucking idiot. It allows its women to remain silent instead of taking baseball bats in hand and telling their men that they can’t do that anymore and must stay home and take care of what they are supposed to be taking care of. Rise above it all.

Yes, there is an alternate universe, I’ve written about that before, but it’s your universe so no one else can tell you what it is because it is in your mind only. But you think about it everyday and want it to be that way here. Don’t you?

Aquila ka Hecate said... Hi BBC, God may be a scientist, but Goddess is a mathematician. I dunno-is that the same as idiot?

Well hon, the energies that create all could care less about the math that humans use to try to prove or disprove things with. Really, math is a human invention, why would the cosmos give a hoot about it? Can’t prove everything with math anyway, it’s just a way humans try with their feeble minds. Like I’ve said in past posts, the energies that create all that is are sexual energies, some scientists are even starting to say that in a round about way. Protons, quarks and quirks are just names scientists have given those sexual energies and they struggle to understand it all. Goddess is bad at math, an idiot, all she cares about is addition and multiplying.

Mitch said...Life is one big paradox - nobody gets what they deserve.

I would like to know what you think you deserve hon. You seem to have more than many others, are you not happy with that?

Let’s get back to my being an idiot. I’m on a spiritual journey, I’m sure that I’ve become too complex for 99.9 percent of the women on this planet to understand me and love me in spite of it and have a close relationship with me, other than Helen that is. She knows me and gets me and my journey. I simply think at levels above others in some ways. The first of the week I spoke about talking to the president of the local chapter of the Insane Chicks Society at the peace rally on Saturday, believe me, this chick has some loose transistors. She has a fear of men for one thing and is very hard to get close to, I don’t know why, I just know that she does because I’m a very observant person.

We spoke about doing something together so after a few days I called her (two times) but just got an answering machine. Well, it turns out that she has a new phone number and didn’t get the messages but yesterday she got to talk to my answering machine, so I called her back and we are going for a bike ride on Monday. She hasn’t got a bike but I have bikes so it’s no big deal. We will meet at the Morse Creek parking lot and bike the Olympic trail to the beach.

How will this work out? My best guess is that I will loosen a few more of her transistors. LOL…. She cares about things I don’t anymore, like fancy homes and such. Oh well, it will be another experience and something to write about.

Yesterday was a beautiful day, while fixing Helen’s breakfast I decided to take mine to her home and eat with her. Then I went to Rick’s shop and painted the inside of the bead blast cabinet white, it sure improves the view in there, today I will do some touch up and put it back together. I will also mow Rick’s and Helen’s lawns, umm, weeds. Yesterday I also sprayed the back wall of the shop with an industrial sealer and can now install a layer of fiberglass over it and get it painted. Then I will install some windows. And I worked on the next power bike project some.

Appetite for big houses is growing…. WASHINGTON - McMansions are sprouting in the suburbs of Washington and Atlanta, in southern Connecticut and out West in Utah as an appetite for bigger homes just keeps on growing.

Big homes full of lonely unhappy people. What a sick country (world) this is. Shoot a real estate salesman today, this isn’t what you humans need, the happiest people I know have small homes.

Anyone that thinks their lives are preplanned or predestined is a fool. Each day is a gift and any random event could end it so make the best of the day, hopefully in peace where the monkeys aren’t warring.

Some humor, with some wisdom in it.

I pulled into a parking space at the supermarket while a woman across from me was finishing loading her car. I watched her move her cart out of her way and back her big Cadillac out of the space. The wind was literally blowing at 40 mph, and I thought to myself, "Dumb bitch didn't put her cart away." The cart immediately began flying across the parking lot and smashed into a nice, clean minivan. It bounced off that and scrapped the entire passenger side of a beautiful, new yellow Charger until it hit the rear view mirror and knocked it loose.

"All because of that cunt," escaped my lips before my better angels stopped me and tried to convince me that it was an innocent mistake. "No," I told my angels, "that bitch should have known better. I mean the wind is blowing so hard I can hardly open my door." One angel looked at the other and said, "You know, he's right. That twat just caused a whole bunch of needless trouble."

Have a great day, hugs. BBC

Have a happy Thursday

Donald Duck and Daisy Duck were spending the night together in a hotel room and Donald wanted to have sex with Daisy. The first thing Daisy asked was, "Do you have a condom?" Donald frowned and said, "No." Daisy told Donald that if he didn't get a condom, that they could not have sex. "Maybe they sell them at the front desk," she suggested. So Donald went down to the lobby and asked the hotel clerk if they had condoms. "Yes, we do," the clerk said and pulled one out from under the counter and gave it to Donald. The clerk asked, "Would you like me to put that on your bill? "No!" Donald quacked, "What kind of a pervert do you think I am?"

I stopped at Beer Church for a bit last evening, it’s depressing to know that three couples I know have separated recently. I swear, women are just never happy anymore, and end up being alone and still not happy. They need to learn to stop wanting, needing and expecting so much, more stuff isn’t going to make them happy. I don’t know what they want, I don’t think they know what they want, women are just never happy anymore. Ann was playing music on the jukebox and we danced a few times. When I left she said that we should go dancing at the Eagles some evening. I said, “Maybe, I try to avoid ladies, but sometimes I weaken.” Then I said, “I love you ladies but I’m still going home.” They laughed and said they love me also as I headed for the door. Really, I love women, but I got tired of them always hurting and dumping me, or just being a part of their dramas and games. Hell, a lot of them won’t even hold hands, they are so messed up. They just make me unhappy so I try to avoid getting too close to them, more about that tomorrow.

I didn’t get much done here yesterday, it was payday so I got some money at the bank and paid a bill while the laundry was washing. Cut up a few pallets, did a little shopping, and that was about it. I think I will go to the beach for a while this morning, watch the sun come up. Then I’m going to Rick’s shop to paint the inside of the bead blast cabinet white, hopefully it will be easier to see in there with the light from the puny light in there reflecting better.

Dawn, it would be hard to go back and read my old posts, that would take a lot of time and there is a lot of side trips, nonsense, and clutter in them, it’s a strange journey. A journey of a complex man willing to show others all that is in his mind, and some of it is spooky to lessor minds. But you might find these old posts interesting.
The Spiritual Park
The trail to the hot springs
New Plate
No Sunday sermons
Port Townsend
God loves Tim


Anyway, have a great Thursday, hugs…. BBC

Dawn said

Actually, some of my reply to Dawn and what others have said is on my other blog that heavy thinkers like to read and deal with. My other blog

All I have to say to Dawn here is that if she is just coming here hoping to find some good humor she won’t always find it. I try to include it as I can but these blogs are not really about humor, they are about our journey to understanding our higher selves. We need humor to deal with things on this planet but aware people understand that it is just a Band-Aid and doesn’t fix anything. Along with the humor we also need to be fixing things in other more serious ways.

Sarah and Dick were having dinner with a couple they'd not seen for several years. Each couple tried to recapture knowledge of the other by recounting their histories. "And soon after we were married," Sarah began, "we were blessed with a marvelous, chubby creature with cute bow legs and no teeth." "You had a baby, I presume," said the other husband. "Nope," Dick broke in, "Sarah's mother came to live with us."

I got a wild hair up my butt to mount the cute little gas motor on a bike with 24 inch wheels, just to compare against the 26 inch wheel I have it on. I also have other experiments for it, so the power bikes project will continue to be a journey.

I’ve gotten a wild hair up my butt to also build a 320 square foot storage unit this summer, part of my plan to get this chaos cleaned up and better organized.

When I was working to improve the back wall of the shop, it needs quite a bit of work, I got a wild hair up my butt to install some windows to get more light in the shop as it hasn’t got a single window in it and I have some already. Boy, I get more wild hairs up my butt. Whoever built that part of this building was a complete idiot, or maybe an incomplete one, but an idiot for sure. It was just all scabbed together using whatever materials they could find I guess. And they damn sure wasn’t carpenters.

Anyway, that area between the end of the shop and the east property line fence had a seven foot fence across it about ten feet away from the neighbors garage on my north side, leaving a hole there that was un-usable by either of us, a sort of dead zone. I suppose they had to put the fence there when this place was a recycling business. I removed the fence the other day, and will put it back up when I’m done with the shop wall, but I’m putting it closer to their garage so I have more usable space. And I’m putting a gate in the fence so I can access that hole if I want or need to.

Let me explain, there is no ally on this block, the third of this building that is the shop is wider than the rest of it and is at the property line, in effect its north wall is my neighbors fence. Their garage starts at the corner of my shop, they are just a few inches from touching at the corners. The back of it covers half of my property and half of my neighbor to the east.

They painted three sides of their garage a few years ago but didn’t paint the back of it, it’s pretty hard to get to. So the other day I offered to paint ‘my half’ of it while I’m improving things back there so they got me some paint. Pretty good deal for them as I did it for nothing. I also painted over as far as I could reach over the fence. Okay, the neighbors garage to the east is also in this corner so I got on its roof and painted the higher side. Now all they have to do is paint the lower side.

As I work there are wasps trying to build nests back there, and I keep chasing them away. When I get tired of doing that I bring out a spray can of carb cleaner and blow them away. I try to respect all life here, at least it’s right to a chance to survive here for its lifetime. But not all life forms can be in my space, and surely not in my face.

I’m positive that Mother Nature/Goddess is an idiot and does a lot of experimenting, not all things here are important to the survival and operation of life in human form on this planet. Many things and critters of course are, in time scientists will figure out what is and isn’t needed. As I’ve said before, God is a scientist.

Paul, it ticks me off that in this state they charge sales tax on beer, such a basic food item. I just know that someone, maybe many someone’s are having one for breakfast, or pouring it over their Corn Flakes. That reminds me, I think I’ll go piss in someone’s Cheerio’s today, figuratively speaking. Tell them they are an idiot for not believing that we in fact are God in evolution. LOL

I got a lot done yesterday, in the evening I sat out and had a fireside chat with the cosmos because it beats talking to all the monkeys. Anyone that doesn’t agree with me that we are God in evolution gets called an idiot sooner or later, God has spoken. It was a great day, life is grand if you don’t weaken.

And it’s Wednesday again already, dollar day at the laundromat and wash day here at Polly’s Honky Tonk Saloon and Whorehouse. Hey, have a great day God (you), hugs… BBC

Five years?

Two old guys, one 80 and one 87, were sitting on their usual park bench one morning. The 87 year old had just finished his morning jog and wasn't even short of breath. The 80 year old was amazed at his friend's stamina and asked him what he did to have so much energy. The 87 year old said; "well I eat Italian bread every day. It keeps your energy level high and you'll have great stamina with the ladies."
So, on the way home, the 80 year old stops at the bakery. As he was looking around,, the lady asked if he needed any help. He said, "Do you have any Italian bread?" She said, "Yes, there's a whole shelf of it, would you like some?"
He said, "I want 5 loaves."
She said , "My goodness, 5 loaves...it'll get hard."
He replied, "Does everybody in the world know about this Italian bread but ME?

It is being said in some circles that mankind only has five years left. That wouldn’t surprise me at all, but I’ll record it with interest until my spirit is just a bug again. And this invites a post on my other blog.
My other blog

You peoples are just going to keep driving yourselves more and more crazy until you accept that you are God/Goddess, the living spirit of the planet in evolution. Hey, if you want a Godless world, and you don’t want to be a part of God, fine, here it is, look out your window. What do you think of it? If mankind doesn't evolve into being God spiritually he is doomed. Well, there is the christian and muslim Gods, but look at all the problems that has caused.

Yesterday I went for an early bike ride on the Olympic trail, it was nice to be able to start the motor on the bike up to use it to climb the hill on the way home. Then spent the rest of the morning cutting up pallets. In the afternoon I went out to Granny’s to return his paint pot, Helen, rode along, Terry treated us to lunch.

Engineering classes at the University of Maryland are tough, and struggling students sometimes go to extremes in order to pass. Grading exams one semester, I got to this question: "What is the relationship between kinetic and potential energy?"

One student, obviously stumped, decided to get clever and wrote, "As far as I know, they're just friends, but there could be something else going on there."

I like long walks, especially when they are taken by people who annoy me.

I’m going for a bike ride, away and alone, it has something to do with my utter disgust for my fellow human beings.

Have a good day, hugs…. BBC

It mocks me

That is a picture of my apple tree, I’ve cut it way back a couple of times but it just mocks me and keeps getting huge.






Yellow butterflies
Over the blossoming virgin corn,
With pollen-painted faces
Chase one another in brilliant love.

A porch with a rocker or two is a friendly and welcoming place. But more than that, a rocking chair invites us to slow down, relax, and enjoy life. Rock on! I don’t have a rocker, but I have a double recliner out there.

TREES by Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
(Well, only nature can make a tree)

CRAWFORD, Texas - A relaxed President Bush welcomed NATO's top diplomat to his ranch Sunday for talks to be dominated by the surging violence in Afghanistan. Bush and first lady Laura Bush greeted Secretary-General Jaap de Hoop Scheffer and his wife, Jeannine, in late afternoon sunshine after the guests arrived by helicopter. "A little slice of heaven," Bush said of his 1,600-acre getaway from Washington.

That fuck head has way more than he deserves, and has caused way too many problems. When he dies all he gets is the devils dick to suck on.

Defense Secretary Robert Gates and Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice were among the dignitaries joining them.

These people are not dignitaries, they are fucking monkeys fucking everything up. Christian monkeys, stupid fucking christians, God doesn’t like any of them.

Random events produce random consequences, some of them bad. So the more you avoid events, the less randomness you expose yourself to, reduces your chances of bad things happening to you.

I just heard that gas prices in Chicago are the highest in the nation, I suppose that puts a crimp on those folks some. I still support even higher prices though to encourage people from driving less. As if they will, everyone adjusts, the destruction goes on.

Happy paths, hugs…. BBC

Much better

I’ll tell about the bike at the bottom of this post…. But first.

Jesse Jackson got out of the shower and was drying off when he looked in the mirror and noticed he was white from the neck up to the top of his head. In sheer panic and fearing he really was turning white and might have to start working for a living, he called his doctor and told him of his problem. The doctor
advised him to come to his office immediately. After an examination, the doctor mixed a concoction of brown liquid, gave it to Jesse, and told him to drink it all. Jesse did and replied, "That tasted like bull shit!" The doctor replied, "It was, Jesse. You were a quart low."

This Memorial Day, the religious right will launch one of the most outrageous campaigns to date in their war on science: the $27 million “Creation Museum” in Petersburg, Kentucky.

The “Museum,” which was built by the religious right organization Answers in Genesis (AiG), is dedicated to the falsehood that the Earth is only 6,000 years old, claims that humans and dinosaurs coexisted a few thousand years ago, and has but one goal: to institutionalize the lie that science supports these fairytales.

Click here to sign our petition opposing the “Creation Museum” and demand that AiG cease its campaign to confuse our children and undermine scientific understanding.
Sign the petition here

Linda Burnett, 23, a resident of San Diego, was visiting her in-laws and while there went to a nearby supermarket to pick up some groceries. Several people noticed her sitting in her car with the windows
rolled up and with her eyes closed, with both hands behind the back of her head. One customer who had been at the store for a while became concerned and walked over to the car. He noticed that Linda's eyes were now open, and she looked very strange. He asked her if she was okay, and Linda replied that she'd been shot in the back of the head, and had been holding her brains in for over an hour.

The man called the paramedics, who broke into the car because the doors were locked and Linda refused to remove her hands from her head. When they finally got in, they found that Linda had a wad of bread dough on the back of her head. A Pillsbury biscuit canister had exploded from the heat, making a loud
noise that sounded like a gunshot, and the wad of dough hit her in the back of her head. When she reached back to find out what it was, she felt the dough and thought it was her brains. She initially passed out, but
quickly recovered and tried to hold her brains in for over an hour until someone noticed and came to her aid.

Linda is a blonde and a Christian Republican, but that could be irrelevant.

A lady that lives in town sent me an email asking if I had been to the Esprit convention going on downtown, I seldom go downtown except to have a meal at the Cornerhouse Café sometimes. That’s the cross dressers, mostly men dressing up like women, and they have a convention here every year. No, I didn’t go, it’s just a bunch of monkeys screwing around. I don’t care if they do that, it doesn’t offend me, I’m just not interested enough to go join in their monkeying around.

At the peace rally yesterday the president of the local chapter of the Insane Chicks Society showed up, she is back from her winter job in California and we talked for a while. Actually, I like her but the relationship we tried to put together last year was confusing to both of us. I’ve gotten very complex so I understand that, and now she does. I’ve demoted her too vice president of the local chapter of the Insane Chicks Society as I know another lady that is even more screwed up than she is, so I’ve promoted her to president. Anyway, we may get together for a walk on the trail next week.

So as I said yesterday, I mounted the cute little gas motor on an eighteen speed bike and yesterday I gave it a pretty good test of about ten miles, it works much better than the first bike that I mounted on the front wheel. I mounted my handheld GPS unit on it to use as a speedometer and it ticks along on the flat at 15 MPH and goes up most hills at about ten MPH and I expect to get around a hundred miles out of a gallon of gas. I’m pleased with the mount I made so I will remove it and sandblast and paint it. Maybe, but then I may decide to try something else, I’m interested in rigging up a three speed hub to get higher speeds even though 15 MPH is maybe fast enough on a bike.

It got plenty of interest at the peace rally and other folks would like to have one like it so I may make some more of them. A few folks suggested patenting it but as a sometimes inventor I’ve had experience with that process and find it to be pain in the butt. Motorized bikes have been around for ages so I doubt that a person could get a patent on something so simple anyway. Besides, I’m not out to make money, just make the world a better place. I don’t care who copies the design and makes their own, or hundreds of them.

Hey, have a great day, hugs….. BBC

Sometimes they are useful

It seems that at times heavy women are useful, if you need to counterbalance something. Hey, it’s just humor in case any heavy women read this, so don’t get your hooters all bunched up. Get a cross your heart bra, or keep them bunched up, I like cleavage anyway. :-)

Dawn, As for memories, ever have blue light sex? You know, when you are having slow good sex and it feels so good that you are surrounded by a beautiful light? I experienced that once with my wife, only once though. I didn’t tell her about it though, she would have flipped because I was having more fun than she was as she didn’t much enjoy sex.

Hey !! Guess what? I got the cute little 35 CC motor mounted on the back of the bike I was given yesterday and took it for a little test spin. It works great, I’ll ride it to the peace rally today. I’ll post a picture of it tomorrow.

Sewmouse celebrated two years of blogging yesterday. We have been blogging buddies for a while now and she still likes me, but she won’t marry me. LOL

Guinness Book Of World Records
Sleeping Beauty, Tom Thumb, and Quasimodo were all talking one day. Sleeping Beauty said, "I believe myself to be the most beautiful girl in the world."

Tom Thumb said, "I must be the smallest person in the world." Quasimodo said, "I absolutely have to be the most tacky, rude, crude, gross & disgusting person in the world." So they all decided to go to the Guinness Book of World Records to have their claims verified.

Sleeping Beauty went in first and came out looking deliriously happy. "It's
official; I AM the most beautiful girl in the world." Tom Thumb went next and emerged triumphant, "I am now officially the smallest person in the world."

Sometime later, Quasimodo comes out looking utterly confused and says, "Who the hell is Rosie O'Donnell? "

Children are natural mimics - they act like us in spite of all our attempts to teach them good manners.

Have a great day, hugs. .. BBC

Good morning you crazy monkeys

A lilac bush next door is peeking over the top of my eight foot fence, pretty aren’t they? Beautiful, it was a beautiful day yesterday, I went for an early walk and at nine Helen asked me to take her downtown so that she could turn in some papers and do an interview at DSHS to keep her medical program going so being as I was half way there I went on out to the spit to kill an hour until returning to pick her up. I don’t know why they put her through that every six months, she is 84, nothing in her life is going to change.

Hey !! I was given yet another free bike, an eighteen speed, it’s a good one, all I had to do it was oil a few things. I’m going to mount my cute little 35 CC motor on the back wheel. Women should love a bike like that, it will give them great fuel mileage and that cute little motor is a hard working little vibrator. *giggles*

Last Saturday a lady needed a little money so I accepted a postdated check from her. But I’ve decided not to cash it and make it a Mothers day gift instead, she is one of the vice presidents of the local chapter of the Insane Chicks Society that is always yapping about how independent they are, but lives above her income and they need help once in a while.

I went to Rick’s for a few beers and some bullshitting last evening, he has a new sandblasting cabinet that wasn’t working so I helped him get it working. Today I will go over and clean some parts for him. I got all the shingles off the back of the shop yesterday also.

You know, no one here has any God given powers, and you should be thankful for that because they would abuse them anyway. Even me, because I would kill half of the monkeys here so that I could have a peaceful planet again being as they are just a bunch of monkeys screwing around and screwing it up.

I’ve pissed off yet another blogger by questioning them and how they live, ha, ha, ha. It’s okay it’s just another monkey screwing around screwing up our planet. Life is grand isn’t it? It looks like it is going to be another beautiful day here, don’t forget to take time to enjoy the flowers. Hugs.…BBC

I am a frigging failure

The other day when I was at the beach I found a fair size clamshell and an interesting piece of driftwood, I think they go well together in my collection. That continues to grow, I need to make a shelf or some area to set it all up in.

TREES
Two tall trees, a birch and a beech, are growing in the woods. A small tree begins to grow between them, and the beech says to the birch, "Is that a son of a beech or a son of a birch?" The birch says he cannot tell. Just then a woodpecker lands on the sapling. The birch says, "Woodpecker, you are a tree expert. Can you tell if that is a son of a beech or a son of a birch?" The woodpecker takes a taste of the small tree. He replies, "It is neither a son of a beech nor a son of a birch. It is, however, the best piece of ash I have ever put my pecker in."

Now wipe that smile off your face. And pass it on!!

Ten years ago I uprooted my life and went off to be a bum, how can I be so bad at it? How did I get all this stuff? I’m a damn failure as a bum, brother. I predict some coming problems in America, many that have high paying jobs will be losing them and having to adjust to simpler lifestyles than they have gotten used to, I hope that they have prepared for such. Ever read “The Peter Principle”? Good book.

I found Kirsten’s book and started reading it again, talk about a lot of bad fiction. I guess my cosmic buddies just take better care of me than Kirsten’s, but they are all as bat shit crazy as she is anyway being as they have her living in a slum in Cairo. Oh hell, now she is going to say more nasty things about me on her blog. She has special God given powers according to her. She is so going to get me, blah, blah, blah, and ha, ha, ha. God is rolling on the floor laughing his ass off. *giggles* Here kitty, kitty, kitty. *cracking me up* You just know that she is the president of the local chapter of the Insane Chicks Society in Cairo, Egypt. Some of her transistors got wired wrong when she was forming. Not that she will ever admit that. Ever see the movie “Living Out Loud”? Good movie, it’s how I often live.

In case you missed it, Mitch left a comment yesterday. “Wild women are like hurricanes - they start off all wet and wild; then they take away your house and your car, (old joke, groan)” …. Funny, and a lot of them are hard to recognize. And even if they don’t take the house and car they are still a pain to deal with.

The back of my shop has some cedar shingles on it, but not all of it, I’m removing them and they can be kindling.

It was supposed to rain yesterday, but it was a decent day all in all and I got quite a bit done around here. I would like to say that I have all of the last two loads of the firewood Helen got all chopped up. But I don’t as I have so many projects going right now, but I keep chipping away at it, I have over a months worth of it chopped, so she has about four months of chopped wood on hand now. And about a months worth of wood from pallets that I’ve sawed up.

Hey, lots to do today, gotta go, I’ll try to visit a few blogs this evening, have a great day, hugs… BBC

Feral females

So this attractive blonde, with nice hooters, decides that we should be getting it on. Ha, ha, ha. If there is one thing I’ve learned it is that you can’t keep doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. She doesn’t understand why I won’t go there but I refuse to get involved in the drama that is her life just for some temporary sex. Yeah, I think about sex, and I like to talk about it, I even tease and flirt with a few women online. But when it gets real I need it real for me. And that means what I think will be a stable long-term relationship. Otherwise all we are doing is messing with each others feelings and these feral females are not worth all they put you through. They say they are looking for love, but they have really sick ideas about what it is and what their responsibilities in it all is.

I tried to explain to her that I’m on a spiritual journey (I’m sure that she has never seen my blog) that she wouldn’t understand and she starts carrying on about how she believes in God, the biblical God, and blah, blah, blah, and I asked her if she would recognize God if he patted her on the butt and she looks at me like I’m fucking crazy. Well, one of us Goddamn sure is, but I have a good life other than no mate, and her life is a shipwreck. These frigging Christian women, they frigging drive me nuts, they are so screwed up. No Goddess, no sex for me, God finds it to be a real pain in the ass to be living with a bunch of monkeys. I’m sure that Goddess does also, if she is still around in human form.

Dan, feral cats and feral females vary a lot, and it varies on how you accept and deal with them. I choose to try to avoid them, close relationships anyway. Hey, why are you messing around looking for wild women anyway? As I recall, you are married. Okay, I’ll stop talking about women for a while.

I didn’t find the kittens yesterday, they could be hidden many places in this mess. They’ll start showing up someday and I will deal with it all then. There is a seven-foot area between the end of my shop and the eight-foot tall property line fence. I cleaned the mess out of there so I can make the back wall of the shop better, more weather tight as it was just a roughed in storage area in the beginning. I’m coming up with quite a few projects to get done this summer.

Damn, it was so nice yesterday that I ate breakfast outside. And took my shirts off for a while as I worked in the yard so I could soak up some of the first good warm sun this year. I sure am fond of the sun. A lot of the monkeys on this planet think I made it, ha, ha, ha. Stupid monkeys, Goddess made it you idiots, my only contribution was some cosmic sperm. How long is it going to take you monkeys to understand that all things created is the result of sexual energies at a cosmic level? And don’t argue with me that they are thinking energies, how much thinking did you do when you where horney? Dumb ass monkeys, he, he, he. It’s supposed to rain today but it doesn’t look like it is going to.

Boy, it’s laundry day at Polly’s Honky Tonk Saloon and Whorehouse again already. Hey, have a great day, hugs…. BBC

Sewmouse says

Cute cartoon, but why would anyone expect a God to operate that way? Treat them as if they are special. I don’t think money buys love, except in sick ways because women see it as a sort of security, when in truth there is no security, no guarantees on this planet. I sure wouldn’t want a woman like that. But a million bucks would buy a lot of sex.

Gaaaaaa !! Long time readers, if I still have any, know that last year I became mommy to five wild kittens when their mother got hurt. I managed to befriend four of them and had them fixed, but never could get that close to the fifth one. It turns out that it is a female and yesterday I discovered four baby kittens in my shop behind the paint storage cabinet. They are pretty young as their eyes are still closed and the imbecile cords are still attached.

I got them out and put them in the pet carrier, leaving the top open, hoping that mommy cat would leave them there, nope, she moved them right away. So this cat is a feral cat, like about half of the female monkeys on this planet these days (He, he, he). Independent even though she would wonder where God was if I stopped feeding her.

So today I have to deal with locating them and figuring out how to trap the mother so I can get them to Friends of Animals so they can be properly taken care of until they can be fixed and found proper homes. One thing I don’t need here at Polly’s Honky Tonk Saloon and Whorehouse is more pussy’s. Too many pussy’s is a pain in the butt.

Sewmouse says…..”I learned a long time ago that no good deed EVER goes unpunished.”

I seems like it at times but I just can’t agree with that because I believe in a kind of cosmic karma, not the Hindu belief, but that what goes around comes around. Sure, a lot of folks will use you, especially offspring. But it all comes out in the wash so to speak. Helping others that have used me just ended up hurting them in the long run, and the things I’ve done I’ve been rewarded for in other ways. My whole world and belief system depends on this and it works very well for me. I could write a couple of chapters trying to better explain that, but will just leave it at this for now.

BTY, Sewmouse… Don’t get too worked up because your daughter thinks you were a piece of shit mother. You can’t allow her to blame you for her adult life. No one can make you feel bad unless you allow them to.

That free dryer I was given, I tore it apart yesterday, the lady that owned it wears padded underwire bra’s. *giggles*

Helen had a short wire fence around part of her home where she had flower beds. But she stopped taking care of them years ago and put down scraps of lumber and garbage can lids to try to control the grass. It was a pain to deal with so yesterday I removed it and cleaned the area up so that I can just run a lawnmower over it. Then I fetched Rick’s riding mower and mowed hers, mine, and his yards.

I went to Hooker road (I love that name) and picked up five free bikes yesterday. I’ll fix them up for the hookers. *snickers* I’ll use them for inventing.

I get up in the morning and look at the news and I just have to accept that all these monkeys killing each other is just a weird and sick form of population control.

What do you suppose your last words might be? I’m kind of fond of “Go ahead you idiot, pull the trigger”. *chuckles*

That could come about in a number of different ways, including me being the one that pulls it if I’m really sick and ready to move on.

Have a great day, hugs….. BBC

So yesterday

For the lady dog lovers……How do you get a dog to stop humping your leg? Pick it up and suck its dick. Yuk, yuk, yuk. Well hey, I laughed my ass off when I read that.

There was a farmer who had a brown cow and a white cow and he wanted to breed them, so he hired his neighbor's bull and turned it loose in the pasture. He told his son to watch and come in and tell him when the bull was finished.

After a while the boy came into the living room where his father was talking with some friends. "Hey, Dad?" said the boy. "The bull just fucked the brown cow."

The room went silent. The father excused himself and took his son outside. "Son, you mustn't use language like that in front of company. You could say 'The bull surprised the brown cow'. Now go and watch and tell me when the bull surprises the white cow."

After a while the boy came in and said, "Hey, Dad?" "Let me guess," said the father, "the bull surprised the white cow?"

"He sure did, Pop! He fucked the brown cow again." …. Yuk, yuk, yuk, God and Goddess loves these kind of jokes.

I am many voices, not just one. So anytime you tell someone that they are an idiot for supporting a stupid war, or you even think it without saying it, that is the voice of God/Goddess. Think about it, and speak up to the idiots.

Helen is a lot like me, so yesterday, Helen, being as she is one of the coolest women on this planet, doesn’t get worked up about holidays like Mothers Day, Christmas, Easter, her birthday, and all that stuff. She has avoided most of her family through the years and her only son died a few years ago and she handled it very well as he was pretty much of an idiot anyway. But she wanted to treat me to breakfast at the Cornerhouse restaurant on Mothers Day so we went there and I had a nice Denver omelet. I offered to pay for the meals but Helen doesn’t think that way. She thinks talking me into going out for a meal that she pays for is small payment for the things I do for her. She has also paid for some of the materials I’ve gotten for the camp trailer.

She lives on just a little social security and she hasn’t got to do things like that as I don’t need her too but she has no wants and needs other than once in a while she gets a perm and has her hair done once a month. Shucks, she hasn’t even bought any clothes in the eight or nine years I’ve known her. It just makes her feel good to buy me something once in a while so I let her. It’s good to have a friend and neighbor as great as Helen. Last evening I went over to her home for a few hours and we listened to old time music on the radio for a while.

Spay and neuter almost everyone, the worlds leaders should be pushing this and getting populations under control. We don’t need more idiots like us on this planet. More idiots just create more problems and wars. Fucking monkeys, got smart enough to figure out how to extend their lives and fix themselves and save themselves so nature can’t control their numbers as well anymore.

You might be aware if you see that God is a spiritual consciousness only. "Any idiot could understand that" - Albert Einstein…. Sorry Albert, not all the idiots on this planet, they have been taught too many confusing things.

Hi Florida….. It was cloudy with a breeze here yesterday and seemed cool all day. It is my perception that the foolish monkeys have over populated Florida and nature needs a lot of that area to keep this a living planet so will work hard at reclaiming it. If you folks had any sense you would at least move away from the coastal areas and let nature have them back, but I’m not assuming you have any sense. Except for port facilities and hikers there should be nothing on the coasts.

Nancy is through with dating men? On behalf of all the men on this planet, I want to thank her for that.

Sarah, I don’t know if my kids only complained to me, maybe, but I got tired of hearing it because if they wanted advice they didn’t take it after it was given. The thing about kids though, at least in America, is that they keep hoping you will bail them out by helping them with money. Why should you after they have grown up? It’s their decisions, it’s their problem to fix, or they never really grow up.

Spirituality is finding a purpose for being here. Lets see, walk or bike, I think I will go for a walk today. Have a great day… Hugs… BBC

Brother

I went to Beer Church for a bit last night as Rod and Char are there on Saturday evenings and I enjoy them and I need to get out some, my friends in Beer Church aren’t the brightest light posts in town but I still enjoy them. And this younger woman that is a Bush supporter came in, a common rule is to not talk about politics and religion in bars but they do come up at times. Chars son is in the Navy and in Iraq so we where talking about that and what an idiot asshole Bush is and she came over and started loudly arguing with us and it was quickly becoming heated.

I have short shift with people that support wars and after a few minutes I told her to shut up and change the subject and she asked why. And I loudly said “Because I’m older, have seen more, and am more experienced than you are and you are an idiot and I don’t argue with idiots, so stop standing there arguing with me and just change the fucking subject.” Her man wisely just stayed at his table and kept his mouth shut and she went back to him. They didn’t even finish their beers and left a few minutes later but she came over with half a pitcher of beer and gave it to me and sort of apologized for arguing with me. Tim chuckled the rest of the evening because I called a complete stranger an idiot but those that don’t agree with me about wars are idiots. Geez, don’t argue and support war with God, he will call you an idiot. You have the right to defend your space, but that is all. You have no right to go try to take over other countries.

You may be aware if you see that it’s the greedy, ‘the elite’, and money mongers that cause most wars. Idiots like the current president of the country I live in. That and his twisted religion that put an insanity in him.

And Terry was there, she makes her life a little drama, wants to make her children’s fucked up lives better and we all get tired of hearing it, they are adults, she can’t be their mother anymore in some ways and has to stop driving herself nuts over it all. Today is Mother’s day and they want her to go to their places forty-five miles away instead of them coming to her place. Whatever, I would just tell them to go to hell. Human’s are the only ones that get all wrapped up in all that nonsense and make dramas out of it all. I raised my children, they moved away and got their own lives and I don’t want to hear how fucked up and unhappy they are because I didn’t raise them that way. If they are deep in debt I don’t want to hear the whining because it’s their brains that put them there, and I don’t need them to call me on Fathers Day, my birthday, or any other day because I don’t want to hear their problems, they made them, they can fix them, or not. BTW, Happy Mothers Day.

I gave up trying to make modern women happy, they always want more and are still not happy. It just never ends, they are happy for a bit and then want something else when I just want to go to the beach or dancing, or work on my place and inventions. I only know about three women that are happy with what they have. Umm, never mind, lets not go there right now.

Returning from the peace protest yesterday I noticed a Kenmore dryer with a free sign on it so I stopped and went into the store to see what was wrong with it and was told that it has a bad seal around the drum, but I have a Kenmore here that needs a motor so I took it. I also got two nice heavy springs for twenty-five cents each.

I want one of those bumper stickers…. “Jesus had a penis”. Yeah, and he used it also, so get over it.

I’m done messing with the current bike project, it was just an experiment even though it worked out well. I’m getting out the three wheeler I made five or six years ago and doing some gear ratio experiments on it, will mess some with being able to change them using a three speed hub on a jack shaft. Then I’m putting it on the back of my girly bike while I plan how to build my next three wheeler.

Hey, have a great day and go find some humor being as there isn’t any here today, hugs…. BBC

Goofy looking success

Us backyard inventors some up with all sorts of crazy things that works. Hell, the Wright brothers learned to fly. And this setup works very well, it goes faster than I can pedal, and better yet it zips right up hills. Next week I will test it on the steepest hill here but I’m sure it will do fine.

It needs heavier tension springs and a lever to lift it off the wheel when I'm not using it and just pedaling but it's interesting how well it works. Really, it works great. And I can’t complain about what I expect to be about a hundred MPG. Motorized rigs are not allowed on the Olympic trail but it will come in handy at other times, and getting to and back home from the trail as it can be used both ways.

It goes about twenty miles an hour I think, I will mount my GPS unit on it to get accurate figures next week when I go on an out of town trip with it.

Actually, it was just an experiment, I’m moving on already, thinking about how to mount it on the back wheel of my girly bike. And planing my next three wheeler. A three wheeler that will do thirty to forty miles an hour and get one hundred MPG. Good enough for city driving.

Yes, you can already buy such rigs, but have you checked the prices? They are a of money and I built this one for very little. These could help save the planet, not that I’m assuming that some of you give a damn about saving the planet being as you are just a bunch of monkeys screwing around wanting more today and not caring about the future.

I suppose I had better paint that storage unit this summer. LOL

It was a great week here. I’ll go the peace protest today to top it off. Hugs…. BBC

A project

I wish that I could shut up, but since when has God ever been able to shut up?

Hey, some of you might be interested in my new project of mounting a scooter engine on my bike. I’m putting a Robin Subaru 35 CC engine on my man bike first. If it turns out well I will put it on my girly bike. There are two ways I can do it, the first way I’m going to try is to just have the scooter tire against and driving the front wheel. If that doesn’t work out so well I will put a multi speed wheel on the front and make up a chain system.

The needed drive ratios is what will be the deciding factor and I’m not bothering to try to figure out the ratios as I’m not that good at them, I’m an expert on God, not gear ratios. I didn’t get that project finished yesterday, maybe today, depending on what other things I have to do today. Actually, I have two of these little 4 cycle motors, but one came off of a weed eater that I bought just for the motor, only it hasn’t got a gear reduction unit on it.

Newsblog 5000….. God is not an all powerful force, only a spirituality. And I should know being as I’m God, people shouldn’t still be believing what is in those old books and what religions teach them. Nature (Goddess) is a powerful force, but she is in many ways an idiot. We still have a lot to learn about her, including how to control her in some ways.

Most of the things wrong with this planet is because of the monkey/humans screwing around, it’s foolish to blame any God. Hey, I don’t think, the universe thinks, I just pass it on.

I seldom remember to take my camera but at 5:45 am yesterday morning I was at the beach eating a donut stick and drinking coffee as the sun came up by Mt. Baker. It was a beautiful sunrise… Hugs… BBC

It’s just another day

I took Helen to the Safeway store yesterday to get her monthly supply of cat food, and filled my gas tank, $47.00 compared to $15.00 not that many years ago. It’s okay, I would like to see it twice as much so that everyone didn’t drive around so much doing stupid stuff. Na, the monkeys are just stupid and will keep doing stupid stuff.

After doing my laundry yesterday I stopped into the Beer Church to see what was going on there. Holly came in and I asked her if she got her aloe vera plant I left there a few months ago for her. She didn’t, I guess someone else took it. I had two beers and when I was leaving Tim asked why I was going home. Because I like it there. When I got home I built a fire in my outside fireplace and just enjoyed the evening.

I have seen comments on blogs that I may get drunk and then tear into people. No, I just like to tell some people that they are stupid.

Helen, who has known me for some time, says that any woman that hates me is a fucking idiot. Just saying. :-) Whatever, it's a crazy planet.

I don’t much feel like doing this anymore, mostly all I see is a bunch of monkeys screwing around wasting their time and lives and not listening to me when I tell them they are God in evolution. I’m just going to observe for a while. Take care, hugs….. BBC

You think so?

The picture is some kind of a fishing float I found on the beach yesterday. It’s about ten inches across, made of some kind of plastic.

Hey, is my butt getting bony? Yeah, I think you’re right. Yesterday when I was at the store for a new bike tire, ring a dingy bell, and toolbox I also bought a gel bike seat cover, not sure it is all it should be though. The bell is for warning folks on the trail that I’m coming up behind them. When you are walking and a quite bike zooms past you all of a sudden it can give you a bit of a fright.

An Amish woman was driving her buggy to town when a highway patrol officer stopped her.

"I'm not going to cite you," said the officer. "I just wanted to warn you that the reflector on the back of your buggy is broken and it could be dangerous."

"I thank thee," replied the Amish lady. "I shall have my husband repair it as soon as I return home."

"Also," said the officer. "I noticed one of your reins to your horse is wrapped around his testicles. Some people might consider this cruelty to animals, so you should have your husband check that also."

"Again I thank thee. I shall have my husband check both when I get home." she replied.

True to her word, when the Amish lady got home she told her husband about the broken reflector and he said he would put a new one on immediately.

"Also," said the Amish woman, "the policeman said there was something wrong with the emergency brake."

I know that I talk about my pickup a lot but I don’t use it unless I have to, I walk, bike, use my electric scooter and have a Honda 150 scooter if I need highway speeds. Today I’m taking my girly bike out for a run, I tested it the other day when I got it even though the tires looked like they would pop as soon as I put air in them and I noticed that the three speed unit wasn’t working. But yesterday I put new tires on it, tightened the spokes and checked, cleaned, lubed, and adjusted all the bearings on it.

When I took the three-speed hub apart enough to check and lube the bearings a small piece fell out and I installed it the way I thought it should go, but when I tested the bike it still didn’t work. This three speed hub is different than my other bike so I took it apart again and turned it around, it still didn’t work. Hum, I figure that someone had this hub apart before and got something in the wrong place and that is why it wasn’t working when I first tested the bike.

So I took it apart again, studied how it should work and messed with it for about an hour before deciding that the small part belonged on the inside of a planetary housing, not on the outside of it like it was. Then I had to figure out how to get it in there but once I did it worked just fine. It’s a good stout hub and I’m pleased with the gear ratios in it. I also put a luggage rack on the back, and a plastic toolbox to carry things in, parts, tools, rain gear, etc.

Ya, know, I have a gas scooter I bought a few years ago, that goes about twenty miles an hour that I have never rode but once to test it because it doesn’t have a seat, you have to stand up on it. I can’t picture me drinking a few beers and driving that scooter around. LOL

The cool thing about this scooter is that it isn’t one of those noisy little two-cycle bastards that the kids ride around on. It has a quite, less polluting four-cycle engine on it and gets over a hundred MPG. Yeah, you know what I’m thinking of doing don’t you?

Interested in my bike ride of yesterday? Keep reading. At 5:30 am I was sitting on a large cement block on the Olympic trail. Mind you, this trail is peaceful and only foot traffic and bikes and horses are allowed on it. Only peaceful people use it, and few at that it seems, anyway, I was sitting on that block eating a McDonalds sausage biscuit and some coffee that I brought from home and looking at the …….. fog. It’s okay, I’m often in my own thoughts there anyway.

Well, I did see a seal go by as the visibility was about a thousand feet, and a few geese. And one of those high-speed bikers went by, the ones that speed along as fast as they can instead of just enjoying the day like I do. He had one of those blinking red LED lights on the back of his seat, it looked like his asshole was blinking. Boy, I don’t want to think about a red light district there. I’ll keep it in mind to put my light in a different location in case there is some whacko on the trail packing K-Y Jelly. LOL

Everybody keeps asking how a madman in Virginia Tech got a hold of a gun. How come nobody is asking how a madman in Washington started a war?

Remember, it’s a great life if ya don’t weaken. It’s laundry day here at Polly’s Honky Tonk Saloon and Whorehouse, gotta get the day started…. Hugs…. BBC

The bike

Cute cartoon, what is in it for you? A free hug, that is all, why would you want more?

Somewhere I have the receipt for my bike, a three speed Raleigh that I bought back in the seventy’s after someone swiped my five speed. I saw it a while back (the receipt) while looking for something else in this chaos that is my life. Yup, still have it, still ride it. Took it for about a fifteen mile ride yesterday instead of walking. I like three speed bikes, they are nice and simple and serve well. I’ve put many miles on it and have had to replace the gear set once, and a few other bearings. I’ve had other multi speed bikes, even made a thirty-five speed one, but I don’t like all those derailers and crap that is always giving a person problems. More about that in a bit.

Wasn’t yesterday a beautiful day? Well, it was here anyway. There wasn’t any war or monkeys fucking around on my street, there wasn’t any screwed up women messing with my brain because I don’t allow that anymore if I can help it. After my nice bike ride to the beach early in the morning I modified Rick’s riding mower to mulch, the sun was out all day and it was such a beautiful day that I had to take off my flannel shirt.

Then I went to Jim’s for a table saw that I need some parts off of. He also gave me a woman’s three speed bike that I’m going to fix up, yup I’m going girly. Hey, I’m 63 years old, I don’t like swinging my leg over the seat to mount my ride (smirk). I have my seat high so I get full limb extension on the bottom of the stroke. I also have a box on the back to pack things that the leg has to go over. What is with these people with multi speed bikes that are in lower gears and their seats too low pumping away at a furious pace? It makes my legs hurt to even watch them, I’m a power stroker.

Biking should be like making love, I like it slow and easy with full extension, stroke, stroke, stroke. Hey, has your mind shifted gears? *giggles*

Sewmouse, one of the ladies you talked about did ‘grow a pair’, as she was growing up. But she developed all kinds of problems with society and men and ended up being what I call a psychological gay. Mind you, that is different than a natural gay. She ended up with you hard working people supporting her and thinks that it is so wonderful that she is liberal and thinks that you should support every fucked up person in this country. And believe me, there are many of them. I think if I had my own country these people wouldn’t be able to vote. Hey, don’t get me started.

I’m going for a bike ride and then I have to type a legal document for a friend, we are going to kick some monkey asses for breaking his machine, if we can. Have a great day…. Hugs… BBC