100 Days of showtime

Well the first 100 days of Showtime at the Apollo are over, wonder when this whole circus packs up and leaves town? Its on you voters, you wanted the clowns and with the clowns comes a circus.
I have bought my last GM product. Fuck the unions

Texas,, damn it

Blogging is in the extra light mode. I have been sent to the Headquarters of hell, located in the lovely state of Texas. Weather is great, food is great, the roads were designed by a four year old with a crayon set. It lakes longer to get out of DFW than it does for me to drive to the beach from my house. Even my GPS got confused and sent me a message telling me” your in texas, good fucking luck”. Oh well I never dated a texas hooker before.

MEN IN THONGS

I was cruising through some blogs from people who don’t think the same way I do. I am not going to say there stupid,, wrong or full of shit , today. It’s a free country and everyone is allowed to have at least one fucked up opinion. I don’t as a rule leave comments, it never works out , it’s a waste of time, and kind of like trying to teach a cat to drive a car. One blogger was all panty wrapped up when she found out how Mr Piggy goes to market. I guess she thought that pigs committed suicide. A few others are still pissed because they have run out of excuses now that Bush is retired. One thing for sure you can tell the veterans from the non-vets when you read blogs. Its usually fairly easy, find a blog entry about the war and the non vets are pissing and moaning about the cost of there so called illegal war. They talk about cost in dollars and not about lives and the effects on those left behind till much later in their rant. While these people are also Americans, they are cut and run Americans, there is nothing more valuable to them than their own ass. Most to them will say its for my children, which is pure bullshit, but it makes them feel better. As I grow older my circle of real friends gets smaller, I am picky now, I have earned the right to tell someone to go fuck themselves.
Oh before I forget, I am with Hoosier boy on the torture thing, and as for Erin if she stops bye. I am not in favor of a return to the draft, but my reply on your blog would have been way , way long.

That is all for now, go mow the fucking grass or smoke it ,, I don’t care.

Mother earth is a bitch,, remember that

I am sick and tired of this phony “Go Green” bullshit.

A faggot is pissed

I guess the queer judge didn’t like Ms California’s answer to the gay marriage bully question. She answered truthfully, so good for her. As for faggot boy, crappy question you flaming asshhole gossip monger.

Pissing about

I have no idea how many times I have started writing about this. Religion is a personal thing in my little world. I get a little pissed when people start throwing around a lot bullshit about religion and the evils, or good associated with it. I can deal with some idiot beating his or her chest about I am going to hell, or whatever because I don’t happen to agree with there personal beliefs. The good thing about them is that I don’t have to deal with them unless I happen to walk into one of their meetings. Now on the other side of the coin is the dye in the wool atheist, usually some fucking loser who failed out of the ministry school. These are the science is god people, they worship at the alter of proof, scientific proof that is. It doesn’t matter that scientific proof is just as much a belief as any other religion. They rejoice in the light of carbon dating and global warming, climate change or some other half proven theory. I can hear the outcry now about how I am full of shit. Well someone trot me out some hard evidence, make it easy, how about a weather report from say, 2000 BC? Hell I will even take it on a stone tablet. So what is exactly the half life of a plastic jug? Who watched the damn thing fall apart? Trot his ass on out here? Well I do know a few facts, first one is that I won’t be around for another 100 years and the first 60 or so damn sure didn’t make me an expert on much of anything. I use to talk to God but he didn’t seem interested or was a bit busy, so I really can’t swear much about that. I read his book, damn fine entertainment and some good rules to live buy. I also read some papers that were written, they say by some guy called Einstein; I didn’t understand half the shit either. So what does all this boil down too? Well in a way its sad, I kind of envy those true believers, they have a purpose in life or at least it seems that way. Now as for those hard core non believer in anything, well life sucks for them, its day to day of the same old grind with no meaning, no mystery, they just exist in there own personal hell. I guess most of us swing with the wind, we kind of believe but we don’t, we are torn, so we don’t think about it. We all know deep in our souls or whatever you call it we are going for the long dirt nap. It’s scary to think your whole life can be written in a newspaper in two or three paragraphs with most of it fill in the blanks. I guess the truth is when everything fades to black we are done we hope its like falling asleep.

Guilty

More bullshit, not spell checked or nuttin

Well its Monday and I am reading the news to see what happened over the weekend. Is Obama still sucking third world cock and kicking our allies in the nuts? Yep, so that is the same. Did someone kill someone they shouldn’t have and the whole town is shocked? Yep, sure did. Did some actor, actress or complete famous moron make a stupid statement based on pure bullshit? Of course that is tradition. I could go on and on but the real fun is getting ready to start. Congress will be back in session and the posers are getting fired up. I am hoping Franken gets to make this time, another totally useless poster child for Abortion rights is all we need. Someone should have slapped his mother. I see baseball has started and the NBA is doing its 6 month playoff, like I give a fuck. I was planning on going up to Myrtle Beach for bike week, but the morons in charge have decided they can do with out the millions of dollars in tourist money it brings in. The real truth is that Bike week was not a problem, the week known as Black Bike Week had become a major problem. So being politically correct they killed both. I was at MB on both occasions last year and I can personally attest that the issue was all about attitude. Call me a raciest if you want but unless you were there, your full of shit and your mother is a street whore. Other than that life is peachy keen, and I am so fucking happy to see the Yankee’s back in Charleston I could just shit.

True Value Rocks

It was time to buy a new lawnmower. The old reliable wasn’t so reliable anymore, the last few years was a trip to the lawnmower guy for a tune up each spring. I did all the replacement of plugs, filters, etc, threw in some brand new gasoline but she refused to fire. I think the old Briggs and Stratton engine has seen its last days. I will play around with it and tinker a bit but the grass was knee high and my dogs were getting lost in the back yard. A few google search’s and I decide I need something with a Honda engine. Sorry B&S but your shit ain’t cutting it anymore according to many. Now came the hard part, a little more research revealed that True Value, Lowe’s and Home Depot all had the same mower, different brand names but basically the same thing. The prices were all about the same and sense True Value was closest I decided to start there. Sorry Lowes and Home Depot, uh you suck. The True Value guy had lawnmowers put together, all lined up and ready to go. In fact they filled the motor with oil, filled up the gas tank, fired it up to make sure it worked before loading it for me. I know from experience Lowe’s and Home Depot would have loaded a big old box with the mower in it for me and I would be on my own to get the thing running. Did I spend a bit more, probably but I saved time, the lawn was mowed and I was sipping a cold one instead of trying to put together a lawn mower so I could cut the damn grass.

Mcdonald’s needs to kick it up a notch

Sure does make me lick my lips.