friday, june 3rd, 2011
no, I sure don't pine for the back-to-back blizzards we had in February and sub-zero cold in later February and early March, or the entire month of April lost to rainfall and the ensuing mud, or the half-month of May lost to the same problem. I truly don't.
What I do miss is the past "gentle transition" from Winter to Spring to Summer we used to experience, many years ago. For the past 15-20 years, it's been indistinguishable and pretty brutal in several past years, as this year has been, so far.
Going from very cool, rainy weather to very hot and dry temps is a shock to many cultivars and varieties of plant materials, but not to natives and weeds. They thrive and prosper and proliferate in abundance. Hence, our use of Round-Up® 10%+ Solution, Ground Clear® and other weed and grass-killing chemicals to rid the Complex and Customers' gardens of weeds has been prolific, and sometimes, ineffectual. The unexpected rain simply washes-off the chemical, although they're supposed to have "built-in stickers" to keep them on the plants' leaves and stems, but even that doesn't always work as it should.
Personally, I prefer Spring and Fall – Summer's way too hot and humid, and Winter's way too snowy, icy and bitter cold – as I get older, as do most of my Customers, now that they're getting older, too. Even the younger ones don't much care for the Summer or Winter months. Their small kids don't mind, but they're just too innocent and just don't know any better yet, as we were when we were just kids. Everyone grows-up and learns "the truth", in time, as they grow older.
Around The Garden Center
Friday morning came early, so I'd gone to sleep at 9:00pm on Thursday; it was Employee Payroll Day, for everyone except me. Here's how it goes: first, the employees get paid, next the vendors and suppliers, next the taxes, then utilities and finally "miscellaneous" expenses. If there's "anything leftover", I get a couple of bucks plus monthly T&E reports, instead of my so-called "monthly paycheck", and live on what's left of my savings, since I have to shell-out many thousands to make repairs to a 21-year old business.
At 7pm, I watched "Iron Chef America" on Food Network CATV (Symon v Appleman (another lowlife dirtbag asshole with arm tattoos) in "Battle Suckling Pig"), and it was fascinating to watch the initial butchery of the pigs. The 3 so-called shit-for-brains "judges" were typically uneducated assholes, who wouldn't know a Big Mac© from a perfect Rack-Of-Lamb. I won't be using any of those pork-butchery ideas, but some of the sauces, garnishes and side dishes were most interesting and I made mental notes for future use. Next-up at 8pm on "Iron Chef America", was a first: Cooper v Newest 9-time winner Iron Chef Forgione in "Battle Bell Peppers". I loved this culinary show and made many mental notes for future use! Once again, the idiotic, 3 bloated, know-nothing "judges" couldn't find their own asses with both hands in a well-lit room, let alone judge fine food, and they ruined the show with their inane "comments".
I made it to the end of the show, and headed upstairs with Murphy, took a Rx prescribed Ambien-CR® sleeping pill, and went out like a light after setting my alarm for 5am. Murphy had me up at 11:30pm to get a drink of water at the bathroom sink, but I was back asleep in mere seconds, afterward. I slept like a baby.
I dreamt of going to "The Cabin" right after work on Sunday at 3:30pm, and staying until late Monday evening. I had my weapons already chosen: Beowulf .50cal with an EoTech Red Dot Scope, AR-10 .308cal (7.62 x 51mm NATO), with Leupold Gold Dot CQ/T Scope with plenty of .308cal (7.62 x 51mm NATO) ammo and 300gr .50cal rounds, the Remy 11-87 Semi-Automatic 12ga Shotgun with an EoTech Red Dot Scope, and plenty of 3" sabot and .00 buckshot ammo along, in the Eagle Carrying Bag pockets and compartments for the .50cal rifle, with my "Jack Bauer" Satchel Bag loaded with "numerous survival necessities", 16" Bowie/ Special Forces Knife, and 12" LLBean Maine Insulated Hunting Boots. And my duffel bag was ready with rain gear and several changes of clothes, as well.
5am came too early, once again, but after watering and feeding Murphy, and splashing some cold water on face to wake me up, I made Whole Grain Oatmeal Toast with raspberry preserves and coffee, and took my time getting into work, since both Steffi and Kim would be there. We'd had some real bad storms during the night and InterNet/Email service from CommieCast was out, so I couldn't check anything, especially the weather forecast or email. (I had 346 emails when I got into work.) The LSCP Crew would be out installing pre-arranged trees and delivering loads of mulch, so there was no hurry today. I stopped for smokes and coffee, and took the "long way" through the town of Red Lion (PA), instead of the shortcut back roads. Just about every plant in the Complex was laying down, and all electrical breakers had tripped, stopping the watering cycles for all 12 zones, all water gardens, Ali-Baba Jars etc. Alan and I had that remedied quickly and let the nursery stock watering zone system run all day to compensate for the dryness of the containerized plants. It's *always something* here.
With the advent of warm and sunny weather, the weeds are proliferating *everywhere*, overrunning the Display Gardens' perennial displays and shrubs, bigtime. I had Steffi and Kim working all morning on pulling weeds to get some of it under control. The rest we'll have to use chemicals on to knock it back. Mulberry, milkweed, spurge and a "thousand other types of weeds" are popping-up everywhere. We'd thoroughly-doused them with herbicides last Spring, Summer & Fall using Round-Up® 10% Solution, but apparently it didn't "take a kill on the root systems".
With losing the entire month of April to rain and mud, and ¾ of May to the same damned problems, things are getting grim around here. We should be way ahead of where we're at right now, but we're so far behind with LSCP designs, plans, estimates, HICPA Contracts, installations, tree installs etc, it's pathetic. I don't remember a year starting-off this badly, in recent memory. Hopefully, if the tornadoes in the midwest and south stop, and the rainy weather stops coming our way, we'll dry-out and maybe get some real money-making work done with our machinery and talent. Until then, it's piddly-assed jobs which just pay the bills.
Gas prices at the pump dropped noticeably over the past 2 weeks: Unleaded Regular (87 oct) has dropped to $3.67/gal, Unleaded Premium (89oct) is at $3.77/gal, Premium (93 oct) is now at $3.97/gal and Diesel just fell to $4.09/gal, in the York (PA) area, at many of the larger gas stations. Wowzer! I never expected that to happen as The Memorial Day Weekend, aka "Summer Driving Season" dawns upon us. Never in a million years. In fact, I'd have bet that we'd be closer to $4.80/gal for Unleaded Regular by now, a few weeks ago, and I'd have lost the best. Glad I did. But it's still not over yet, is it? We have an entire Summer to go, and a White House full of brainless morons and assholes idiots who know absolutely nothing about oil and gas exploration and drilling, or how the US Economy really works. IMO, we're in for a much worse time ahead than we've already been through, as the US Economy lost another 350,000 jobs in April. I'm betting that we're on-track to lose close to another 400,000 jobs in May, alone. Any takers?
That said, I may have to "furlough" some workers in June – August, if the weather doesn't soon begin to cooperate and allow us to work at 100% capacity. We may even have to close a day or two a week, if the work doesn't begin to pick-up, due to the weather. The work's "out there", but Customers are still afraid to spend their savings until they know what additional taxes are coming from the federal, state and local levels. The uncertainty is not good or them and I can't blame them one bit. Others are spending mega-bucks on Landscape Maintenance Jobs to keep their properties looking good, in the hopes of selling. That's a pipe dream, since it's a "buyer's market" and home prices have dropped for 13-14 straight months.
I went to my 8pm Church Board Meeting in Red Lion (PA), and was back home by 9:45pm, ready for some sleep before getting back up at 5am and doing it all over again. Murphy was more-than-ready to go up to bed, as was I. It had been a long day and would be an even longer holiday weekend.
I was up at 0-Dark-O'Clock again, instead of sleeping to 6am, since I didn't have to be in until 8am, fed and watered Murphy, made breakfast and coffee, scanned the news headlines and weather forecasts, and looked at all the pics of storm damage we'd received over the Susquehanna Valley for the past few days, as a result of the Midwest storms' remnants moving through. Nothing to compare to the Midwest or South, but bad nonetheless. Pictures of local destruction are here, here, here and here.
It's gotten way too hot and humid already for my favorite woven-wool, Pendleton® Board Shirts™, even in the morning, so I'm simply wearing a short-sleeved, cotton shirt and wool or silk knit tie to work – shirt-tail out to conceal my Kimber 1911 "Eclipse Target II" .45cal ACP –, and jeans. Simple garb for the Summer weather. Maybe I'll try wearing my Tactical Range Vest, to conceal the .45 and tuck the shirt-tail in.
Because of the Memorial Day Holiday Weekend, Saturday was a busy day. It irritates the shit crap out of me about all the "retail sales, bbqs, cook-outs, etc" and such, especially for what Memorial Day REALLY MEANS to this Nation. I routinely give 25% Off to US Military, Police and Fire Dept Families, plus 15% Off for Seniors and Garden Club Members, but never do "special sales" based upon such serious National Holidays. That's cheap and crass retail bullshit, IMO. No other garden center or nursery does that regular "courtesy discounting", as part of their business!
Actually, "What Is Memorial Day"? We all love our "Holidays". For most of us, they are an opportunity to slow down and spend time with friends and Family. They are rare moments where we get to stop and reflect, and in these tough economic times not everyone gets to be that lucky. More than ever, those of us who get to slow down are the exception, not the rule. But whether you're spending the day at home with Family or you're at work with your co-workers, I ask that you join me in remembering our Fallen Soldiers today, on Memorial Day. Memorial Day, once known as Decoration Day, began shortly after the Civil War and commemorates ALL US men and women who died in military service, over the past hundreds of years. In light of the recent successes in our War on Terror, it becomes too easy to forget the price many Heroes paid to secure our Freedom and make these brief victories possible. In great celebration, we should also remember great sacrifice. Traditionally, Memorial Day also marks the beginning of the time when people, including me, begin to "tune out" for the Summer months. You spend more time with the kids and more time outdoors. By the time you get back on track in September, the whole world could have changed for the worse. Much worse It's great to spend more time with family – but I challenge you not to unplug and to stay tuned in because Freedom's murderous muslim and islamic enemies are certainly not taking the summer off. The attacks in the US and Western World are coming and are in the planning stages; be aware, be well-armed and be ready to kill them when you find them.
By 11am and 81°F, I started work on my 2 8ft x 4ft x 12"high Raised Vegetable Garden Beds, hoeing and cleaning-out the dead (sprayed with Round-Up® last Saturday) weeds, prepping the "Better Boy" and "Early Girl" Tomatoes for "trench planting", and some 250-300 4" pots of Sweet Basil Plants (Basil "Genovese"), to make many, many gallons of Homemade Pesto Sauce over the Summer months. I worked-up quite a sweat and a few blisters; felt good! I'll wait until this coming Wednesday or Thursday to see if anyother weeds come up in the cleaned, Raised Beds before planting the 2 Tomatoes and huge Basil crop.
Rich sold a $6,500 flagstone patio job on Saturday morning, and the $9,000 greenscape will come right afterward. I sold a "Serpentine" Blue Atlas Cedar and accompanying $20-25,000 landscape job in the afternoon, plus a boatload of nursery stock. Jon made several mulch deliveries all day long, loaded customers' purchases and Kim watered the GHs. Then, "it" happened: the "blue screen of death" (BSOD) on the new #1 HP computer which Mark had just installed on Friday morning, and we were unable to use it the rest of the day, having to rely on "old #2 unit", which Jeff and I built 6-7 years ago. Then, it put=up a message that "#1 computer was already in-use at another station", and was useless to us. I put-in 2 emergency tech calls to Mark, hoping to solve this by phone, but no response from him by 5pm. I was PO'd and doing a HOT, FAST BURN!
Locked-down and out of the Complex by 5:15pm, I was home by 5:45pm to feed and water Murphy, relax and get a shower and the day's sweat and dirt off, only to have to go back and do it all over tomorrow, from 11am – 3pm, in the upper-80s. At least Monday would be a day-off and some rest for me, in the mid-90s. Nothing but crap on TV Saturday night, so I decided to watch some DVRs I'd bought months ago but hadn't yet watched: "Live Free or Die Hard (IV)", "The Transporter", "The Commando" and "The Marine". All in all, it was a good night for unseen movies. I headed upstairs with Murphy following me, to get some sleep, around 10pm. No alarm set for 5am; so I slept-in until 7am, then Murphy to tend to. Food shopping would have to wait until Monday, as would Mom & Dad's visit, and unpacking the groceries. Then, off to work Sunday by 10:00am to get coffee and smokes on the way. By then, it was 76°F, 88% humidity and rising fast.
My blisters from hoeing the gardens on Saturday kept "oozing", no matter what I tried: H2O2 (Hydrogen Peroxide), Band-Aids® etc and were just an annoyance in the heat, as they had to be constantly wiped-off to keep the dirt out of them. I must have changed Band-Aids® 15 times.
I knew that it was going to be a very busy day, from the volume of calls asking whether we'd be open Sunday or on Monday, Memorial Day. Seems everyone wanted/ needed mulch to get some outside work done in their gardens, despite the excessive heat and humidity. BBQs and beer just weren't enough; mulch was desperately-needed and I spent half the day loading it. The other half the day I split between helping people make plant selections, planting my 2 Raised Garden Beds (the 2 tomatoes are in trenches, answering the phone and taking horticultural questions from everyone. Jon wasn't in; Kim watered the GHs and helped where she could.
The #1 Front Counter HP Computer seems to "have fixed itself in-use somewhere else problem", except for the "BSOD memory dump" yesterday, and I will pursue that major problem with J&M very aggressively after paying their invoice; remember, until you pay for the product, there is no warranty in effect. I don't need this trite bullshit at my 2 retail checkout units, with customers backing-up 10-15 deep, because one newly-replaced register malfunctions. If I've got a "bad" computer, which "shit-the-bed" on its first full day of usage, they can f&cking have it back! I'll buy something else from somewhere else, dammit! Don't get me wrong: I think the world of both JoAnn and Mark personally, but their tech service leaves a lot to be desired.
Over the past 4-5 years, I've noticed that30-45% of my "customer base" has changed, and not for the better. Oh, I still have the affluent and very affluent customers, willing to spend "whatever it takes" to make their yards' gardens look spectacular. But I've also noticed a group of Wal-Mart/K-Mart/bargain store hunters coming through, full of hideous tattoos and little money, looking for "deals" and small plant material, and balking at our prices for miniature conifers and Jap Maples. I actively discourage them – and have told many to leave and go elsewhere to find the "cheap crap" they want – rather than waste my time with them here. They're mostly moving-up from Maryland into developments like Stewartstown Station, Oaktree South, Chanceford Crossing, Poplar Springs and a hundred other, newer cheaper shithole developments which attract scum and lowlifes from Essex and Dundalk (MD). I don't want to, and won't, even deal with them, so I send them on their way to the many shithole, mom-and-pop, hole-in-the-wall so-called "garden centers" in the area. I don't waste my time with them; there's no gain or profit with any of them. They're junk, non-customers, IMO.
I closed-down at 3:45pm on Sunday afternoon, went home to my condo in East York, to feed and water Murphy, loaded my duffel bag and rifles, and left for "The Cabin". (Jump down to "The Virtual Cabin").
I was easily back in York by 6:40pm, fed and watered Murphy, unpacked, cleaned and oiled my rifles and shotgun, did laundry and watched "Grilling Central" on Food Network CATVs for Memorial Day Weekend. "Iron Chef America" (Flay v Bayless in Battle Buffalo) was on at 7pm. It was nice to have a day off, but it starts all over Tuesday and goes until July 4th and then Labor day Holidays. No days off; 7-days-a-week for me. I have my cleaning crew back tomorrow from their 3-week vacation in Florida, so I went to sleep at 8pm, so I could get up early and get into work and get back to work.
Murphy had me up at 4:20am, long before the 5am alarm went off, so I fed and watered him, made breakfast, loaded-up my flashdrive with all the LSCP design plans Rich had emailed me over the weekend plus some other necessary files, and left for work in the dark. (Did I mention that I hate driving in the dark?) My broken toe and left-hand blisters weren't improving at all, even with a good night's sleep, but I'd get through the day anyway, with plenty of Bayer® aspirin. I stopped for coffee, no smokes since I'd bought a carton of Marlboros over the weekend, opened the Complex before Alan arrived, and downloaded all the flashdrive-transported files into their appropriate folders. It's be a long, very hot day in the mid-90s with a Heat Index of over 108°F; way too hot for this time of the year. May is supposed to be a "gentle, transition month", and not a scorcher as is predicted for the next 2-3 days. The new growth on my plant material is going to "pay the price" for it. Plants are wilting and burning-up everywhere, although we're running 6 wells 24 hours-a-day, with ½ hour rests between 20-minute cycles on the 13 zones, to let the wells recharge.
Getting back to work truly sucked, on Tuesday morning. I knocked-out 4 estimates and emailed them to Rich, and he dropped-off some more designs and plant lists for me to work on. Just what I f•cking needed right now. And we're still trying to track-down a pain-in-the-ass woman's "SOLD" plant purchases from Fall 2008-2010, while she was screwing-around with a porch and wall contractor, who went Chapter 11. Some of the tags have "disappeared", either to other so-called customers who untagged them and made their own unethical and illegal purchase(s) of them, or the "SOLD" tags disintegrated and blew-off, or were never tagged in the first place. NEVER AGAIN WILL I EVER WINTER-OVER ANYONE'S PLANT MATERIAL, AS A FAVOR. NOT FOR ME, FAMILY, EMPLOYEES OR FRIENDS. NEVER! IT WILL GO INTO THE GROUND AFTER PURCHASE AND I WILL NOT BE RESPONSIBLE FOR IT OVER THE WINTER MONTHS. IF IT DIES, THAT'S CALLED "An Act Of Nature" AND THE WARRANTY IS VOID! TOO MANY F•CKING PROBLEMS WITH BOTH THE DAMNED, ANAL CUSTOMERS WHO DON'T KEEP THEIR RECEIPTS FOR THEIR F•CKING PLANTS! NEVER AGAIN! Alan and I found some of her tagged plants on Tuesday, but without her copies of receipts, there can be no proof that she either paid for them or for the installation. She's going to be purely shit-out-of-luck, IMO, if she can't find her receipts. Our Front Counter units are built to hold only hold so much limited data on purchases and installations, so it's HER onus (burden) to prove she paid for them and their installations; not mine.
Dear God, after 21 years, I am beginning to despise this industry and business, let alone a certain growing number of it customers and many of its (sold to us as) hardy plants, but aren't at all by the lying shithead reps at McHutchinson Company, and grossly-overcharging freight at 35-50% of load, which is robbery, IMO. Time to sell the GC&N Complex, take a year-off and just "decompress", and do "something else", IMO.
I still have one more Landscape Estimate to do tomorrow, and then I should be caught-up for the week. I have so many "road trip visits" to do, piled-up on my clipboard, but I hesitate in leaving Steffi & Kim alone, in case "something bad would happen", while I'm out. I can "handle anyone and anything" very physically and succinctly, but the girls are far too accommodating and I'm afraid they'll give-in to someone's "unreasonable demands", whereas I won't at all. I'll "quickly send them packing" if they give me any bullshit. When Dad gets back-in Friday for Employee Payroll (except moi) , I'll try to get out on some of the more important road trips and visit some customers' sites, to see their problems and suggest some "fixes".
By 8:30pm, it will still 74°F and 84% humidity, and I was exhausted from the 98°F temps and 107°F Heat index during the day, so I headed upstairs to shower and sleep. Murphy was right behind me. The alarm was set for 5am, but I knew I'd never make it that far, and needed to get into the office early to make calls for appointments for the balance of this week and for next week.
I knew I'd never make it until 5am: I was up at 3:30am, feeding and watering Murphy, making my breakfast of Ham 'n Cheese Grits & Sunny-Side-Up Eggs, fresh-brewed, Turkish-grind coffee, and readying to go to work. Dad and Steffi (again) are out today, Kim is in, and the LSCP Crew will be away until at least 12noon finishing-up a job, so I had to get to work early. I had a half-million little jobs to do and none could wait, now that I'm back on 7-days-a-week. After splashing cold water on my face, I could finally see what the hell I was doing with my breakfast and coffee, and Murphy's catfood and water bowls. Dammit, I'm tired of this 4am crap!
By 12noon on Wednesday, it was already 89°F with a Heat Index of 95°F, and was most "uncomfortable". Dad and Kim were ff, so Steffi and I "held down the fort", for the day. I did some Bonsai pruning in GH-1, where temps hit almost 100°F, even with the massive 4ft fans running and doors wide open, so I couldn't stay in there for too long. I worked on re-setting the "spaghetti tubing water spritzers" in 50 containerized trees along GH-4, and got soaked doing it. Felt good, though on this hot day!
JoAnn and Mark finally called back from J&M Systems, our "almost-former-IT-folks" in Baltimore, on Tuesday morning, and Mark remotely got into Front Counter Register #1 from his office to "what shit the bed". Seems their office's Caller ID had all my calls pegged as "Rite Aid Drugstore" and they were ignoring the calls. Okay. That's why I don't have/use Caller ID anywhere. I hate it.
Steffi & I closed-down just as the t-storms were hitting Southern Yorn County and Northern Maryland. I turned-off and unplugged the Nursery controller motherboard so it wouldn't get zapped by lightening, just in case, so I'll have to run all the 13 Zones tomorrow, all-day to compensate. I'll start those off at 7am and they'll run until 4pm or so.
Once again, I made it to 8:30pm, after a shave, shower and fresh clothes, from the day's sweat. I took a prescribed Rx Lunesta®, and was asleep within minutes, with the alarm set for 5am. I'd never make it that far, considering Murphy would want me up a whole lot earlier.
When I got to work on Thursday morning, I found that several of the Corporate Website Pages had been "screwed-up" or "hacked": missing backgrounds, images, scripts etc and more. I suspected some lowlife, dirtbag hackers, and from an email I got after fixing and re-downloading the intact pages, I think that I was right. I opened the header, and forwarded it to the FBI Office in Philly, as if anything is ever going to happen. Ha. I'd like to find the hackers and put .45cal ACP HP bullets through their filthy, stinking heads, myself. All hackers deserve SUMMARY DEATH; no trials or jail or probation time! IMMEDIATE DEATH!
Doug, my current and long-time website hoster and former ISP, helped me get through that whole mess and I am forever grateful to him. He was in Michigan, at the time of his call to me, at 10am.
The nursery stock was wilted beyond belief on Friday morning, and we ran the overhead sprinklers and drip irrigation all-day to try to bring most of it back, from the 2 days of oppressive heat we'd had on Tuesday and Wednesday. The GHs were in bad shape, too, and Steffi & Kim worked all-day to water them back-to-life, as well. Way, way, way too f&cking hot for May!
Thursday was what airline pilots call "severe clear"; not a cloud in the sky and the deepest blue imaginable with unlimited visibility. Like it was on 9-11. Remember that horrible day and outright Act Of War by the filthly, pig-fucking muslim garbage? But it was so windy that half the containerized nursery satock blew down and we didn't even both trying to stand it back up, since falling down again would only break more branches or worse. Best to wait until tomorrow morning when it's calmer outside to stand things back up, and re-run the sprinkler systems.
The “Virtual Cabin” – A Novella
Despite what I thought would be heavy pre-Memorial Day traffic, I was at The Cabin within 15-20 minutes, after leaving my condo and hitting I-83 North. Seems like almost everyone is either doing yard work, BBQ-ing, drinking and staying-off the road due to all the PA State Police Sobriety Checkpoints, or doing something else. Let's hope there are a lot less accidents and deaths this year than over the past years. July 4th is worst, New Year's Eve, Memorial and Labor Days are the worst for accidents and fatalities.
I pulled into the 1,000ft driveway in front of the deck area, called Randy on my cellphone to let him know that I'd be there until at least 5-6pm Monday, and that he could stand-down and enjoy his Holiday festivities. I disarmed the building and carried my gear inside. Jenny was ecstatic to see me and knocked me down when she jumped-up to give me a kiss. She'd gotten so big in the passing months that I hardly recognized her as the starving, half-frozen, mixed-breed dog I found along the road, rescued, and bought from her scumbag owners for $150. I gave her a great big hug and a rubdown. I refilled her 3 bowls, turned-on the AC and the police scanner to hear what was happening in Adam's Junction, the quaint old village and began unpacking for my short but *much-needed* stay away from the York (PA) area.
I was tired from working from 6am – 4pm, and dirty from "trench planting" my 2 tomato vines and readying 200-300 pots of Basil for installation later this and next week. I'd need a bale of straw and could get that locally near the GC&N Complex for $3-4, instead of using acid-based mulch, which would affect to quality of my tomatoes and Basil. So I decided to shave, shower and get some fresh clothes on, and feel "almost-human" again. That done, I settled-in the Living Room & Hearth, sans fire, since the AC was set to 78°F, with the outdoor temp at 8578°F the humidity was still around 88%. I just wanted to close me eyes and relax, but I needed some supplies from town, and everything would be closed tomorrow. So I grabbed my Remy 11-87 Semi-Automatic 12ga Shotgun with an EoTech Red Dot Scope, my always-with-me PA CCW Concealed Carry Kimber 1911 "Eclipse Target II" .45cal ACP, "Jack Bauer" Satchel Bag with plenty of "goodies" inside, armed the building and headed for Adam's Junction.
I needed to stop at Roy's Shell Gas & Service Station, for a fill-up, Bev & Tony's General Store on Mainstreet, Old Mrs Patagonia's Bakery, and just cruise around town to reimprint the turn-of-the 19th & 20 century home upon my brain. I'd have enough for the 24hrs I'd be staying. I made al the stops, chatted with all the folks, caught-up on what they and I were up to, and paid a visit to Gabrielle's Grave, in the cemetery, to lay 12 red roses for her. I cleaned-up the other dead flowers, since the cemetery "so-called maintenance crew" hadn't done so in months; assholes. It was now spotless and well-kept.
I called the Police Dispatcher at the Police Station & Town Hall, to have her let Sgt Clay know I was in-town for 24hrs; she told me that Capt Bunce had died of a massive heart attack (he was 200lbs overweight and had advanced diabetes), and Sgt Clay was now Captain and ran the PD. I requested a return cellphone call when his busy schedule permitted it. She also told me that 2 of the 5 Deputies had been killed in the line-of-duty shootouts – they were interviewing for new Deputy-trained personnel – and that "things weren't as "peaceful or powerful", as when I was living here on the weekends", killing bad guys. Crime was increasing as meth and coke flowed-through with the bikers, and Capt Clay felt that I was "the one who could end it". He "couldn't seem to get his arms around the problem", she said. My answer: KILL THEM ALL; NO TRIALS and BURN the DOPE SHIT! I still carried my Deputy's Badge and ID, (at Capt Clay's last request when he was a Sgt, but that might have changed by now; that's one of the things I needed to chat with him about). No return call from Capt Clay, but since I had my cellphone off and no land line, I'd check it in the morning for a callback.
It was already 5:45pm and I was getting hungry, but I ate some peanut butter crackers and that did the trick. I laid-out everything for breakfast – Eggs Benedict, grits and fresh-brewed, French Roast Coffee (Turkish Grind) Whole Grain Oatmeal Toast and OJ – so I wouldn't have to "fumble with it all" in the morning. I do this every night back at my condo; everything ready-to-go for my 5am breakfast. At least Jenny would sleep-in until 7 or 8am, instead of Murphy's 5am feeding and watering, and I could get some extra sleep.
I'll miss the 2nd Season FX-CATV Series, "Justified", after 13 Shows, which is nowhere near enough, IMO. (I wonder what it costs to produce just 1 TV show?) Season 3 promises to be a real good one, much like Seasons 1 & 2 were.
I armed the building, checked the front/rear spotlights, turned-down the AC to 79°F, and went to sleep, with Jenny following right behind me. It'd been so long since we'd slept together, she snuggled-up and I'd swear she was *purring*, much like Murphy does at night, as I drift-off into "la-la-land".
Distant t-storms in the mountains and light rain which I could hear on the roof actually helped me get to sleep faster. If it's "too quiet", I can't sleep; I love Nature's "sounds" as a backdrop. I slept until 2am, and then work-up very, very hungry, so I got up and made a bowl of Maple Oatmeal, toast and drank some OJ. I also fed Jenny a small bowl of her Iam's® Wet Dogfood, which she gulped-down voraciously. Somehow, "The Munchies" had struck both of us at 2am and we had to satiate our appetites. I went back to sleep at around 2:30am, and slept-in until 8:30, ready to go to Bev & Tony's General Store, for some final, needed food shopping items, since they were open until 11am.
By now the storms had cleared and the rain had ceased, so maybe that's the reason I was having trouble sleeping more soundly-than-usual? Dunno.
I watered and fed Jenny, made breakfast, made the king-sized bed in the Master Bedroom, dressed in some fresh clothes, armed the building and headed out for the village's Mainstreet Shopping Section. After turning-on my cellphone, I had 3 return calls from Capt Clay, which I returned immediately. He wanted me to meet with him right after I'd finished shopping and before the parades began at 1pm. I said I'd be at the Police Station & Town Hall by 10:30am or so to talk.
My left foot's small toe was extremely painful and I was limping noticeably. I suddenly remembered that not being at The Cabin in so long, I'd "forgotten" where many things were located and I'd "stubbed" it pretty hard on one of the Kitchen & Pantry butcher block prepping table legs this morning, when I'd gotten-up to make something to eat; it felt like it was broken. "Painful" was being mild in my choice of adjectives. I wrapped it in a layer of gauze and adhesive tape to let it heal and ameliorate the *pain*. Aspirin helped the pain.
I was at Bev & Tony's to get Marlboros, a ¼ pint of milk for coffee, more hospital tape and to chat with them for a while. Bev, being a former RN, looked at my toe, and pronounced it "broken", and re-wrapped it straight for me. It still hurt like a SOB just to walk! I say my goodbyes and thanks, and left to meet Capt Clay at the PD.
I parked in Deputy Parking Space #7, my usual, and hobbled inside. Tim was at the front desk with the Dispatcher at the adjacent counter. We shook hands and he escorted me back to Capt Clay's new corner office, commenting on my limp. "You don't want to know about it", I quipped. Once inside, Capt Clay's office was impressive: all the US Military and Civilian Police commendations he'd earned were proudly displayed, whereas his prior office was merely a tenth of this room, and he had little or no wall space for such things. I had 5-6 minutes to look at everything before Clay came bounding into the room, shaking hands and offering me a seat. He had a sofa, 2 chairs in front of his desk and an attached conference room with a 20ft table and 15 chairs, plus audio-visual and LCD screens, connected laptops and all "the bells & whistles" of a modern PD. I was impressed and almost wished I worked there. He told me that both Deputies Bob and Charles were killed in-the-line-of-duty of the 1st and 19th, respectively, and that he was interviewing for 4-5 replacements from The PA State Police Academy. Tim and Alex were retiring before the end of the year, and he needed to fill positions with full-time, trained personnel. The civilian Dispatcher and clerks would stay, but his Deputies would all be replaced, due to the increase in crime over the past 2-3 years. He said that if I were 30 years younger, he'd hire me as SWAT Team Lieutenant instantly and put me in charge right under him. I smiled and wished it could be so. But at 61, that just wasn't to be.
I laid my Deputy Badge & ID on his desk and asked if he wanted to put them into permanent retirement in my 9"x12" Personnel Envelope, and should I consider "my term" as Deputy "over". He said no, that he wanted me to keep them and would introduce me to all the new recruits after they were hired, next time I was here for an extended stay. It was I who kept "the shit from running wild in Adam's Junction" over the past year, and he didn't want to lose me, though I'd be facing some stiffer competition from the PA Academy-trained Recruits. I said that I wasn't sweating it at all. He laughed. I invited him to Nell's Kitchen Drive-In Restaurant for lunch, but he said he now had so frigging much paperwork to do, he was almost "desk-bound" until he could find an assistant or two to prep the work for him to review and sign; then do the filing. I left with my Badge & ID, and headed for Nell's, one of the few places open on Memorial Day. Bev & Tony's had closed but Roy's Shell Gas & Service Station as open for the day, as everyone need fuel. The Town Square was clogged with flags, fire trucks, Boy Scout Troops marching etc, so I had to try to remember some detours to get around all this traffic. I had to take some back and side roads, since all the residential section main roads through town were being used for the parades and were blocked-off. The once quaint, old village of Adam's Junction I fist found over a year ago, was going through some serious "growing pains", and it was showing.
When I arrived at Nell's around 11;45am, I noticed 50-70 various Harleys flying American Flags, filling the parking lot, and pulled around the back of the place to park. Might they be another Harley-riding Outlaw Gang coming through with meth, coke and Oxy, like the 21 bad guys I shot and killed back on January 7th? I wasn't sure I wanted to walk into a "hornet's nest", so I peered into the back and side windows first.
Amazing enough, all were clean-cut, had their "club leathers" on from all over the Nation, and were part of Patriotic "Rolling Thunder" Club, just stopping-in for a meal and a beer, on their ride to another Memorial Day Ceremony and Military Funeral, which they did on a regular basis. Not only was I very impressed, I was seriously-relieved, since I was outgunned with only my Remy 11-87 Semi-Automatic 12ga Shotgun with an EoTech Red Dot Scope, my always-with-me PA CCW Concealed Carry Kimber 1911 "Eclipse Target II" .45cal ACP, "Jack Bauer" Satchel Bag with plenty of "goodies" inside, and not any of my Full-Auto, Class III Bushmaster AR-15 .223 cal (5.56 x.45mm NATO) rifles with a Trijicon Acog 4 x 32 Scope, or my long/short-range, Sniper Rifle AR-10 .308cal (7.62 x 51mm NATO), with Leupold Gold Dot CQ/T Scope, or even my Beowulf .50cal with an EoTech Red Dot Scope, and 300gr .50cal rounds. So I went inside to the front counter and ordered a BLT an fries to go. Everyone else was in a celebrative Holiday mood, except one of the dour, loud-mouthed locals, who was real drunk on "shine". He would be my problem. I radioed it into the Dispatcher, who relayed it to Capt Clay, and he said to "handle it"; that the entire office was empty with traffic/parade control and other incidents.
I tapped him on the shoulder and asked him to either hold the noise down or leave with me now. He tried to swing at my face and missed, and I cold-cocked him with my .45cal and he fell-off the counter stool. I cuffed his arms behind him, and when he'd come-to, I'd read him his Miranda Rights and booked him for various charges. When the "Rolling Thunder Bikers" saw my Badge & ID, they all jumped-in and assisted me in carrying the lowlife outside to a telephone pole, where I re-cuffed his arms and legs to it, waiting transport to jail. No way I'd put him in my Jeep and allow his to piss or shit himself in a $34,000 vehicle. AJPD could take it from here, and the moron drunk could bake in the 90°F sun and 80% humidity, for all I gave a shit. I radioed the Dispatcher that he was ready-for-transport, and his "location" behind Nell's Kitchen. He'd be soaked, "shine" sweated-out and mad-as-hell, but I didn't care, as I'd be leaving Adam's Junction with 6-7 hours, and he'd still be in lock-up, awaiting arraignment on Tuesday morning. I did the paperwork, gathered 37 "Rolling Thunder" signatures, addresses and phones for evidence. I bought everyone in Nell's a cup of coffee for their upcoming ride, and left with my lunch. I just wished I could have paid for their meals, too. They do the Nation a great service at no charge, like most True Americans do.
I drove back to The Cabin, parked and locked the Jeep, disarmed the building, and went inside the cool abode to eat. 92°F outside. I watered and fed Jenny her lunch, of Iam's Wet & Dry Dogfood. The BLT and fries were easily-reheated in the Kitchen's microwave, and I enjoyed them thoroughly. Best BLTs and fries I've ever had. I laid down for a "short nap" on the king-sized leather couch, with Jenny curling-up on her Kodiak Bearskin Rug just below me. It was like "old times". The building was armed and my Kimber .45cal, 4 extra 8-round mags and my cellphone just an mere arm's reach away. My rifles and shotgun were laid-out on the Dining Room Table, on 5-7 sheets of newspaper, as usual, with full mags at-the-ready. I slept for 3½ hours. It was now 4:30pm, and I wouldn't be leaving for York (PA) until after sunset and temps cooled down, only to be close to Heat Index 105°F, on Tuesday. Too hot, too quickly for May, IMO.
Time to think about dinner. I'll grill a 10oz Allen Bros® "Prime" Filet Mignon with Bleu Cheese melted on top, oven-roasted Russet Potatoes (with skin-on) cut in 1" squares, drizzled w/ EVOO, crusty Italian bread smeared with roasted garlic clove paste and Keller's® Butter, Black Raspberry Sherbet Ice Milk and OceanSpray® Diet (5 cal/8oz). So freaking good!. After eating, I did the dishes and let them air dry in the double sink rack; then put them in the cupboards. It was getting on to 6:15pm, and I decided to pack-up, fill Jenny's bowls, notify Randy that I was leaving and he'd have to take-over with her again, let Capt Clay know I was leaving, and begin closing-down The Cabin. I turned the AC up to 79°F, checked all the windows and doors, spotlights, driveway sensors, loaded the car with perishable from the 'fridge, armed the building, gave Jenny a rubdown and a kiss on her head, armed the building and headed for York. (Jump Back Up To "Around The Garden Center").
muslim "Heritage" In America?
Ol' pigshit-for-no-brains, Barack Hussein ∅bummer, during his Cairo speech, said: "I know, too, that islam has always been a part of America's story." Say what, ∅bummer?
Really? Were those muslims that were in America when the Pilgrims first landed? Funny, I thought they were Native American Indians. Were those muslims that celebrated the first Thanksgiving Day? Sorry again, those were Pilgrims and Native American Indians.
Can you show me one muslim signature on the United States Constitution? Declaration of Independence? Bill of Rights? Didn't think so.
Did muslims fight for this country's freedom from England? No.
Did muslims fight during the Civil War to free the slaves in America? No, they did not. In fact, muslims to this day are still the largest traffickers in human slavery. Your own half brother, a devout muslim, still advocates slavery himself, even though muslims of Arabic descent refer to "black muslims" as "pug nosed slaves." Says a lot of what the muslim world really thinks of your family's "rich islamic heritage," doesn't it Mr. ∅bummer?
Where were muslims during the Civil Rights Era of this country? Not present. There are no pictures or media accounts of muslims walking side by side with Martin Luther King Jr, or helping to advance the cause of Civil Rights.
Where were muslims during this country's Woman's Suffrage era? Again, not present. In fact, devout muslims demand that women are subservient to men in the islamic culture. So much so, that often they are beaten for not wearing the 'hajib' or 'burka', or for talking to a man who is not a direct family member or their husband. Yep, the muslims are all for women's rights, aren't they, ∅bummer?islam is a political system, with its own 6th century barbaric laws, controlling every aspect of a mindless muslim follower's pathetic life – from when to eat and drink, when to shit, what hand to use to wipe their asses, when to fart, when to rape, when to kill their own mindless adherents and Civilized Western Infidels, how to hate and murder, how to dress like a woman, how to fight like a girl, how many pre-teen boys to bugger, how many times to pray to the asshole moon-god allah and pigshit child molester mo-ham-head, – that all 1.2 billion of them richly-deserve *complete and total eradication from this earth*, IMO.
Where were muslims during World War II? They were aligned directly with Adolf Hitler, and the Nazis. The muslim grand mufti himself met with Adolf Hitler, reviewed the troops and accepted support from the Nazi's in killing Jews.
Finally, Mr. ∅bummer, where were muslims on Sept. 11th, 2001? If they weren't flying planes into the World Trade Center, the Pentagon or a field in Pennsylvania killing nearly 3,000 people on our own soil, they were rejoicing in the Middle East. No one can dispute the pictures shown from all parts of the muslim world celebrating on CNN, Fox News, MSNBC and other cable news networks that day. Strangely, the very "moderate" muslims who's asses you bent over backwards to kiss in Cairo, Egypt on June 4th, were stone cold silent post 9-11. To many Americans, their silence has meant approval for the acts of that day.
And THAT, Mr. ∅bummer, is the "rich heritage" muslims have here in America.
And now we can add November 5th, 2009: the slaughter of 13 American dead and wounding of 29 other American Soldiers at Fort Hood by a muslim major who is a doctor and a psychiatrist, and who was supposed to be counseling soldiers returning from battle in Iraq and Afghanistan.
The "heritage" of any and all subhuman muslim slime, garbage and scum in America is that of wanton destruction, murder and death. From 9-11 to so-called "honor killings", to massacres on US Army Bases and the many plots to blow-up people, places and things, the subhuman muslim filth are indeed, "The Enemy Within Our Gates".
The real enemy is islam, not just "radicalized muslims", Rep Peter King (R-NY). Wake-up America and smell the islamic stench surrounding us all!
Slaughtering people for burning a piece-of-pigshit book, the koran – I wipe a dead pig's ass with it – is your "heritage", you racist, dumbfucking, hate-America, piece-of-pigshit, stinking ∅bummer asshole.
Riots, death, destruction, from the pigshit-eating muslim filth.I wipe a dead pig's asshole with the koran and all of the muslim garbage called islam.
That finally, Mr. ∅bummer is the "muslim heritage" in America. All muslims and everything islamic should be totally-outlawed in America, and should be made punishable by summary execution, IMO.
Obama, your buddy Osama is DEAD, you cowardly, lying islamic muslim pigshit filth scumbag! Lonely now, are you muslim asshole garbage?
Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to mention the Barbary Pirates. They were and still are, all murderous muslim garbage, richly deserving of summary death. ∅bummer, your "muslim heritage" is piracy and slavery, plain and simple, going back hundreds of years and continuing today. muslim trash are the biggest purveyors of slavery in the world today.
mo-Ham-head + allah-the-pig = Satan!
Any questions, you half-breed, sambo, lowlife scumbag, stinking ∅bummer asshole? Thought not.
The Global Warming Money Pit
Have you seen this video: "BBC: The Great Global Warming Swindle"? It was outright-banned from leftist, hate-filled, dirtbag, lowlife scumbags, Google.com's and YouTube.com's websites, by the mentally-ill, left-wing, global warming idiot wackos, but I've preserved it, for posterity, aka you, me and *ours*. Watch, be informed and download it for others to see. It's on my corporate server, and will stay there, BTW.
Here's what the Global Warming Scam is all about. Sweet, huh? They're so transparent, aren't they?
Here's everything you need to know about the Global Warming Fraud, and why it's a good thing. It's a l-o-n-g article, so get a sandwich, iced tea and settle-in, for a very informative read. I'm right there with you, BTW.
The "Greenhouse Effect" is a natural and valuable phenomenon, without which, the planet would be uninhabitable. Global Warming, at least in recent times, is real. CO2 is not a significant greenhouse gas; 95% of the contribution is due to Water Vapor. Man's contribution to Greenhouse Gasses is relatively insignificant. We didn't cause the recent Global Warming and we cannot stop it. Solar Activity appears to be the principal driver for Climate Change. CO2 is a useful trace gas in the atmosphere, and the planet would actually benefit by having more, not less of it, because it is not a driver for Global Warming and would enrich our vegetation, yielding better crops to feed the expanding population. CO2 is not causing global warming, in fact, CO2 is lagging temperature change in all reliable datasets. The cart is not pulling the donkey. Wake-up, folks.
Here's a listing of The Best Global Warming Videos on the Internet."Global Warming" is the biggest, money-making scam ever run in the history of the world. Al GoreBore is a corrupt, criminal, piece-of-lying-shitfilth, and makes convicted Bernie Madoff look like a choir boy, in comparison. Gore should be stood against a wall and executed.
Hey, fat, shit-for-brains, bloated, liar, huckster, fraud, criminal, charlatan, scumbag, loser, disgraced ex-VP AlGoreBore (LIAR-TN), is back using $300 million of OPM (Other Peoples' Money) to promote his Global Warming Bullshit, after the worst Winter in over 100 years. Welcome back, fatso huckster asswipe, AlGoreBore!
Roger Revelle of Scripps Institution of Oceanography, Harvard University and University of California San Diego, spits on the lying scumbag, AlGoreBore. My, my, oh my. (((snicker))) No, there's no consensus on Glo-bullshit Warming, other than it's a LIE! Just ask Alfred P. Sloan Professor of Atmospheric Science at MIT, Richard S. Lindzen; he's eminently-qualified to call AlGoreBoreAsshole, a LIAR! As I am.
There's another "ice age" coming, not the AlGoreBoreLiar 'Glo-bull warming' crap.
Larsen B Ice Shelf in Antarctica collapses in 2002 = Glo-bullshit Warming? Doubt it.
Read this Glo-bullshit Warming idiocy. Go ahead; I'll wait.
AlGoreBore's "hypocrisy"? See it right here!
You need to watch this 30 minute film; it's an eye-opener if you think that we're running out of crude oil, and that America has no reserves. We have more oil and natural gas in Alaska alone, than all the rest of the world's known reserves, COMBINED! Grab an adult beverage, and watch it.
Better get out your Winter coats, 'snuggies', wool socks and snow shovels, as it seems we've got an 80-year "Little Ice Age", on the way. Yawn; no biggie.
AlGoreBore's "Glo-bull Warming Bullshit" has spawned so-called 'cottage industries' around the world, worth hundreds of millions and probably billions of dollars, for green corporation validation, carbon credits, foundation & university climate studies, grants and a host of other BS-related crap to his lies and garbage. Global warming competes with cancer and competes with AIDS for a finite amount of money. This year's natural resurgence will surely see the global warmists, led by celebrity warmist, Gore, compete viscously for those US Taxpayers' hard-earned dollars. And I'm betting that the really important disease, cancer, loses to Glo-bullshit Warming and AIDS. Dammit.
F*ck all the "Glo-bullshit Warming Alarmists"! I say, FUCK-THEM-UP, and cleanse the planet, if they try to physically-intimidate and hurt anyone! I will; count on it! "Get in my face", assholes, and that'll be your last day on this Earth! If there are any "dissenting scientists" out there, who need protection, just get in-touch with me, and I'll guard you & yours. You can count upon that, folks!
Have you taken "The Global Warming Test"? If you have a sentient, functioning brain, and a simple knowledge of "the facts", you'll easily get a 10-of-10, as I did. Go ahead, and give it a try!
Read this article and pick-out "The WWF's Big Lie". If you chose this paragraph — "Summer sea ice is now forecasted to completely disappear in the summer months sometime between 2013 and 2040 — something which hasn't happened for over a million years." — you'd be right. There isn't, and never has been and ice on the earth dated at a million years old, and who the hell was around back then to begin recording it? The lying sacks-of-shit at the World Wildlife Fund (WWF) are typical lowlife, left-wing wacko scumbags, in-bed with the "Glo-Bull Warming" Crap, of asshole AlGoreBore and his phony, money-making scam. The oldest, and not reliably-dated ice cores are >160,000 years, and those are shaky in fact, at best. So where did the lying WWF pull the million year crap from? Their asses, of course!
Shit-for-brains, mentally-ill, fat, bloated liar, AlGoreBore's (LOWLIFE-TN) "ally", in NASA's Goddard Institute for Space Studies (GISS), which is run by AlGoreBore's chief scientific ally/"asshole/butt-buddy"— Dr James "Moron-Cretin-Asshole" Hansen (DIRTBAG-NASA) — and is one of four bodies responsible for monitoring global temperatures, announced that "last month was the hottest October on record". Total, factual bullshit and lies. This was startling. Across the world there were reports of unseasonal snow and plummeting temperatures last month, from the American Great Plains to China, and from the Alps to New Zealand. China's official news agency reported that Tibet had suffered its "worst snowstorm ever". In the US, the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration registered 63 local snowfall records and 115 lowest-ever temperatures for the month, and ranked it as only the 70th-warmest October in 114 years. So what explained the anomaly? GISS's computerized temperature maps seemed to show readings across a large part of Russia had been up to 10 degrees higher than normal. But when expert readers of the two leading warming-skeptic blogs, "Watts Up With That and Climate Audit", began detailed analysis of the GISS data they made an astonishing discovery. The reason for the freak figures was that scores of temperature records from Russia and elsewhere were not based on October readings at all. Figures from the previous month had simply been carried over and repeated two months running. Read this article, and find out why both lying, corrupt, criminal, subhuman idiots, GoreBore & Hansen, should be stood against a wall, and shot, IMO. In fact, the pathetically-socialist, left-wing UK, has just begun to awaken to what the "Climate Change Bill" will do to destroy their nation, or what's left of it. IMO, it's probably too late now to save the UK, but at least some of the more Conservative people over there, will at least get the chance to flee to America (or elsewhere), before we also "go down the proverbial dumper", as they've done. Heh.
On Friday, January 2nd, I ran a fully-attributed story in my weekly "Journal", which had links to other stories and facts, thoroughly-debunking AlGoreBore's trillion dollar scam and fraud, Global Warming". The Daily Telegraph UK's columnist, Christopher Booker, was the erudite author, and here is the link to that story. Nice job, Mr Booker!
Now, lowlife shit-for-brains dirtbag, Arkansas Gov Mike "DumbAss Turd-Boy" Beebe (ASSHOLE-AR), said that global warming is serious problem, not a "hoax," and requires more than a state response. "I think it's a threat, and I think global warming is occurring," Beebe-The-Shithead said in response to a caller to his statewide radio program who said he believed the climate change crisis was a "hoax." Idiot. Stupid idiot. Global warming is bullshit, you two-bit asshole! Crawl back inside of AlGoreBore's rectum, dumbfuck!
And global cooling goes merrily along, without any help from us mere humans, as it has for millions and millions of years.
Another "lie/error" in the favor of Glo-BULL Warming's false bullshit and lies? Got duct tape?
Here's the truth: Lord Monckton of Brenchley's Science & Public Policy Institute.
The commie/fascist/socialist liberal-demokkkRAT filth in the US Congress, have refused to allow Lord Monckton to testify the truth, against con-man, liar, scumbag AlGoreBore's LIES! This is Commie Russia, NOT Free America!
We are in a mini-ice-age for the next 30 years; get used to it!
UN: Glaciers are melting in some part of the world, while increasing in other parts of the world. So frigging what, dumbass UN scumbag trash? It's been happening for millions of years, idiots!
"Slime Magazine" can't even get it right. Read Bryan Walsh's crap and tripe about blizzards.
Amazing fact that all 7 glaciers on Mt Shasta (USA) are growing, not melting. Explain that, Glo-Bull Warming Assholes!
Things Which Make Your Head Explode
Why women can't put on mascara with their mouth closed? Why don't you ever see the headline "Psychic Wins Lottery"? Why is "abbreviated" such a long word? Why is it that doctors call what they do "practice"? Why is it that to stop Windows 98, you have to click on "Start"? Why is lemon juice made with artificial flavor, and dish washing liquid made with real lemons? Why is the man who invests all your money called a broker? Why is the time of day with the slowest traffic called rush hour? Why isn't there mouse-flavored cat food? When dog food is new and improved tasting, who tests it? Why didn't Noah swat those two mosquitoes? Why do they sterilize the needle for lethal injections? You know that indestructible black box that is used on airplanes? Why don't they make the whole plane out of that stuff? Why don't sheep shrink when it rains? Why are they called apartments when they are all stuck together? If con is the opposite of pro, is Congress the opposite of progress? If flying is so safe, why do they call the airport the terminal? What do they ship Styrofoam in? Why do we drive on the parkway and park in the driveway? Why do they call it the “Department of the Interior” when they are in charge of everything outdoors? Why are packages sent by car called “Shipments”, while packages sent by ship are called “Cargo”? Why do Hot Dogs come in packages of 10 and Hot Dog Buns come in packages of 8? Why is a light switch labeled “On” and “Off”? When its on you know its on. When its off you can’t see to read it anyway! When you open a package of cotton balls, why don't you throw away the first one? When you open anything else, you throw away the cotton ball. Why do they call two planes almost colliding a “near miss”? Does the light really go off when we close the fridge? We eat all the "witnesses", don't we. Just asking...
I'm so fucking frigging sick of hearing all those shithole substandard huckster "gold and silver" companies promoting their lousy, worthless "precious" metals. What will count is Lead & Brass, along with guns, 1-2 years supply of food, 6-8mos supply of water and the guts and will to use the guns and ammo to survive, protect yourself, Family and friends. Gold and silver don't mean dogshit diddly-squat! Take my advice and stock-up on necessary survival supplies, and guns and plenty of ammo for all calibers; all too soon NOTHING else will count if our Nation continues down this communist path under the racist hate-Whitey, hate-America, pro-muslim, hate-Christian ∅bummer nigga sambo! Where's Lee Harvey Oswald when this country REALLY NEEDS HIM?
Portland Blazers owner and MS Co-Founder Paul is truly mentally-ill.
Bravo, Moscow for banning the "fudge-packer filth" from parading around any of your children!
Bosnian Serb wartime general Ratko Mladic was arrested in Serbia Thursday after 16 years on the run from international genocide charges – accused of orchestrating the massacre of 8,000 Muslim men and boys in the town of Srebrenica and a brutal 43-month siege of Sarajevo during Bosnia's 1992-1995 war – too bad he didn't kill 800,000,000+ of them, IMO! I cheer him for killing the 8,000 but wished he'd done a whole lot more.
Corrupt, criminal PA legislators, almost all of whom deserve summary execution, IMO, are continuing to fuck Pennsylvania's oil shale fracking industry. All criminal should be killed immediately after trial and conviction; no appeals.
Fuck Iran and the Middle East; dry-up and die, subhuman, murderous, islamic, pig-fucking, boy-buggering islamic garbage! Israel will survive, prosper with numerous, modern de-salinization plants and rule that region for the next 1,000 years, IMO.
Not quite one year ago, the incompetent president half-breed, sambo, nigga shit-for-brains, declared a 1-year "moratorium" on all domestic oil and gas exploration and drilling, after the "Deepwater" oil platform exploded in the Gulf. A family's gas costs went from $102/ month to $368/month; that's $266/month more for liberal-deomkkkRAT trash, dogshit and garbage and RINO scumbags, who wevnt along with it. Remember?
While the residents of Joplin, MO, were trying to pick-up their devastated lives from tornadoes which killed 125+ people, flooded and destroyed the entire town and many others nearby, and handing-out BILLIONS OF US TAXPAYER DOLLARS in "forgiveness" to murderous muslim filth tribes, the incompetent nigga ∅bummers were drinking $1,000 per bottle wine with the inbred, so-called "royals" (white trash scum) at the the UK "wedding dinner". Sambo boy wouldn't know a bottle of Ripple® from a bottle of 1972 Chateau Lafite Rothschild®, and he'd "chase it" with a cold can of Colt 45 Malt Liquor® and a "blunt", too. Did I say "niggas"? Sorry, they're just lowlife, subhuman NIGGERS! He's NOT my president! Never was and never will be!
Shit-for-brains, Mitt Romney is a lying, RINO, liberal-demokkkRAT asshole, piece of subhuman filth, with ZERO chance of anything. Where's John Hinckley when the country really needs him?
I fully blame subhuman immigranbt muslim-islamic farm workers for this outbreak of E. coli in Europe. Find who did it and kill them; no trials.
Watch out! Here comes *Gun Control*, "under the radar", as we all knew it would, eventually.
If Sarah runs for President, I'll sure as hell vote for her!
Some People Just Need Killing
This will do it!
It's not my intention to be the judge here — that's God's "job" — but rather to "hasten the meeting" so that He can send the following subhuman filth to the "Fires of Hell", "River or Lake of Sulphur", or whatever He deems appropriate. I'd gladly/happily volunteer, at no cost to any of my Hard-Working, Fellow US Taxpayers, to gladly/gleefully/happily headshoot these murderous, lowlife dirtbags of all stripes – their skin-color doesn't matter to me, at all: murderous subhuman filth is still societal trash and garbage and needs to be "disposed of", promptly – and rid American Society's innocents (especially our precious children and the frail, defenseless elderly) of them, once-and-for-all. And yes, I'd rather see one innocent man convicted and executed, than 10 murderers/robbers/child rapists-murderers freed, to rob, rape and murder again. Hey; call me an "Old Fashioned Conservative"! Too harsh? Nah. Just & RIGHT!
Yes, I agree with the premise of this article, that "the death penalty is a Noahic Covenant with God, in a post-flood world".
Thank you Mississippi, for making my week! Subhuman, piece-of-lowlife-shitfilth, Paul Everette Woodward was put to death by lethal injection Wednesday for the 1986 rape and murder of a 24-year-old Escatawpa woman. Good riddance and rot in Hell, you asshole!
Fuck it Arizona, KILL THEM ANYWAY. Fuck the Dept of InJustice and its half-breed nigga dog-boy Holder! Use a .45cal to the brain if you have to; whatever it takes, dammit!