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Thursday, December 31, 2015
Wednesday, December 30, 2015
Oh Sure, NOW Congress Has A Problem With Warrantless Eavesdropping
Because some of their own may have been the subject to the NSA's fuckery.
I have two words for these Prima Donna motherfuckers.
FUCK, YOU.
How ya likin' that shit now ya traitorous weasels?
Not so much eh?
Let me repeat myself here, Fuck, You.
You seemed to have absolutely no problem with it when it was anybody but you.
Let me remind you sonsabitches that it was YOU who opened up Pandora's Box and allowed this illegal shit to happen in the first place because, "Security", remember?
House intel committee looks into eavesdropping on Congress
Even better, they admit to intentionally targeting our allies, anything one of our precious Congresscritters said that got collected was.... wait for it.....Colateral damage.
The irony here is off the charts you pathetic, spineless, bitches.
Tuesday, December 29, 2015
Harlem Globetrotter Meadowlark Lemon, dies at 83
Damn, another great one has passed.
I somehow missed this and didn't hear about it until I surfed over to Bubba's Place. Thanks Bubba.
Meadowlark Lemon was a household name back in the 70's when I was still a kid.
I still remember the night my Grandfather drug us down to the High school Gymnasium where I eventually graduated from eleven years later to see the Harlem Globetrotters. I can still see him and Curly teasing the hell out of the ref's.
To this day I can still remember some of the game and the antics Meadowlark pulled.
As a matter of fact, I know I still have a 45 record I bought at that game with their theme song on it.
Sweet Georgia Brown.
Meadowlark and crew literally entertained millions of people all over the world, from little Redneck Rubes such as myself to Popes and Kings.
RIP my good man.
I somehow missed this and didn't hear about it until I surfed over to Bubba's Place. Thanks Bubba.
Meadowlark Lemon was a household name back in the 70's when I was still a kid.
I still remember the night my Grandfather drug us down to the High school Gymnasium where I eventually graduated from eleven years later to see the Harlem Globetrotters. I can still see him and Curly teasing the hell out of the ref's.
To this day I can still remember some of the game and the antics Meadowlark pulled.
As a matter of fact, I know I still have a 45 record I bought at that game with their theme song on it.
Sweet Georgia Brown.
Meadowlark and crew literally entertained millions of people all over the world, from little Redneck Rubes such as myself to Popes and Kings.
RIP my good man.
Lemmy Headlining At The Great Gig In The Sky Tonight
If you don't know who Lemmy Kilmister was then you don't know Jack, Fucking, Shit about Rock N Roll.
The man ate, drank and shit Rock and Roll for fifty fucking years.
The archetype Bad Boy Rocker, it was Sex, Drugs and Booze the whole way.
God Bless ya Lemmy, I am going to miss your ornery fucking ass.
I thought this especially fitting for his memory, he finally got Killed By Death.
The man ate, drank and shit Rock and Roll for fifty fucking years.
The archetype Bad Boy Rocker, it was Sex, Drugs and Booze the whole way.
God Bless ya Lemmy, I am going to miss your ornery fucking ass.
I thought this especially fitting for his memory, he finally got Killed By Death.
Monday, December 28, 2015
Gunmaker to forge $1 million pistols
If you think that price is out of this world for a custom matching pair of right and left 1911's it's because the steel they are going to use is from outer space.
They are going to melt down a meteorite.
By Aaron Smith
Published 12/24 2015
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They are going to melt down a meteorite.
Gunmaker to forge $1 million pistols from a meteorite
By Aaron Smith
Published 12/24 2015
Cabot Guns announced that its "extra-terrestrial pistols" will be forged from a meteorite as old as the Earth itself, and could sell for as much as $1 million at auction next year.
"It hasn't been done before and that's the kind of thing that drives me," said Cabot founder and president Rob BiaNchin in an email to CNNMoney. "I think it's fair to state many of the pistols we have constructed border on art."
"Meteor is rare, more so than terrestrial precious metals and I wanted to create a set of guns that were formed from a material that had intrinsic value," BiaNchin said.
Cabot, a four-year-old company located near Pittsburgh that's sometimes called the Rolls Royce of gun makers.The company's clients include actor Joe Mantegna, rocker Kid Rock and Twisted Sister's Dee Snyder.
BiaNchin said that holding the meteorite is "awe inspiring," but it is difficult to work with. He compared the cutting of the meteorite "to cutting a rare diamond."
Cabot has fashioned a pair of pistol grips from the meteorite, and BiaNchin is now confident they can move on to building an entire gun.
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The gun company plans to forge its "Big Bang pistol set" from a 35-kilogram chunk of the Gibeon meteorite, which crashed to Earth 4.5 billion years ago and was discovered in Namibia in the 1830s.
The meteorite will be fashioned into a pair of semiautomatic .45 caliber pistols of the 1911 style.
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According to the Smithsonian National Museum of Natural History, the Gibeon is prized for its unusual patterns of crystallized metal, known as the Widmanstätten lines.
The Gibeon is actually a massive deposit of meteorites totaling many tons of iron. Polished, palm-sized pieces are selling on eBay, starting at about $50.
Sunday, December 27, 2015
It was one of THOSE days again
Fuck me runnin', what a fucking day.
My boy called me yesterday and asked if I wanted to trade some work, he is an apprentice electrician and I told him I wanted a heavier breaker in the garage for my welder and another fucking outlet a while back.
He says to me that his belt started squealing and he was losing coolant from underneath on his Pick Up.
Two horrifying words came to mind immediately.
Water. Pump..
So he needs the rig to get to work and it's a jacked up 2002 Dodge Ram 4X4 so of course the damn thing won't go in the garage and be able to open the hood.
He gets here and I take one look and bigger than shit it's the water pump. I ran down to NAPA and snagged a new one.
Gas motor, the venerable old Dodge 360. That would be a 5.9 liter engine to all you youngsters out there.
When I called him this morning to tell him I was up and to come over, I peeked outside to see what the fucking weather was doing.
Nice and dry if a bit chilly but no fucking rain so I said Cool!
He gets here, opens the hood and I have him pull up until the hood is about two inches from the gutter over the garage and it starts to sprinkle.
Yay.
I should be able to stay somewhat dry though.
He starts in on the breaker panel while the truck cools off and it doesn't take long to figure out the breaker I had wouldn't fit so off to Home Fucking Depot we go. Along the way, this slight drizzle has now started to turn to sleet.
We find what we need,stop and grab something to cram down for lunch and now it is spitting snow.
He finishes up installing and wiring a new outlet and putting the breaker in while I start draining the coolant on the truck.
Now it is flat out snowing and colder than a witches tit in a brass bra.
We fiddle fucked around and had to fight the By Pass hose that peeks out from under the fucking air conditioning compressor and start putting it all back together,.
That hose however, is fighting me. There is only about an inch of it poking out and I am trying to wiggle the water pump up into it while holding it and a couple of bolts I had in to hold the fucking gasket.
It's kind of blurry but you can see what I am talking about here, I wasn't pulling that A/C compressor for love nor money if I could avoid it.
Now I have been to Grandma's house before and used some Stick Um to try and hold that gasket onto the pump but this fucking hose is so tight up in there that I am having a hard time getting the nipple to slide in and not scrape the gasket off while pushing the pump up into the hose and line up the bolt holes at the same time.
I finally get the motherfucker up in there and start putting the long assed bolts back in to start tightening everything down but I am having trouble with two of them on the bottom.They do not want to start.
I finally ran them in with the air ratchet and finished putting the whole thing back together.
My mistake there.
He filled it with coolant and water then fired it up.
This whole time it is just colder than shit and snowing off and on.
Bigger than shit, he fires it up and coolant starts pouring out the bottom.
Dirty, Cock, Sucker!
The fucking gasket had slipped after all.
So we tear the dirty sonofabitch back apart in record time and the gasket is fucked.
Not being one to admit defeat easily, I grabbed a can of my Secret Weapon.
Fuck that gasket, with this shit you don't need one. Far and away it is the best silicone type sealer I have ever come across. It's so damn cold that it doesn't want to come out of the can but I finally got enough on me and the pump that I called it good and put that fucker back up in there.
Not having to fight the gasket was the ticket.
I tightened the damn thing down, put everything back together except the fan and shroud and went in the fucking house to warm up my freezing hands for a while to give the sealer time to set up a bit.
About forty five minutes later we went back out there and put coolant back in it and fired it up.
Now it's dark and snowing like a bastard but not quite sticking to anything.
No leaks this time, pulled the top radiator hose off, put the fan and the shroud on and fired it back up.
For you do it yourselfers, the fan is one of those that threads on that they want you to buy some special tools to hold shit while you screw it off. Fuck that noise, get an air chisel with a really long bit, figure out if it's Left or Right hand thread because I have seen both and give that fucker a good Rat-A-Tat Tat on the edge of the nut in the direction you want it to turn. It will come right loose. Then it just spins right off.
You want to talk about a cold blooded sonofabitch of an engine though. That fucker ran for a good fifteen minutes before the thermostat even thought about opening up.
It finally opened up enough that I could feel the top hose getting hot, checked for leaks again and buttoned the bitch up
.
What a fucking ordeal for something that shouldn't have taken an hour and a half tops.
Now I remember why I quit working on cars for a living.
It's done though, the kid can get to work OK and now I can use the little wire feed welder that I bought a year and a half ago.
I has some little projects I want to get done and have been putting them off ever since.
My boy called me yesterday and asked if I wanted to trade some work, he is an apprentice electrician and I told him I wanted a heavier breaker in the garage for my welder and another fucking outlet a while back.
He says to me that his belt started squealing and he was losing coolant from underneath on his Pick Up.
Two horrifying words came to mind immediately.
Water. Pump..
So he needs the rig to get to work and it's a jacked up 2002 Dodge Ram 4X4 so of course the damn thing won't go in the garage and be able to open the hood.
He gets here and I take one look and bigger than shit it's the water pump. I ran down to NAPA and snagged a new one.
Gas motor, the venerable old Dodge 360. That would be a 5.9 liter engine to all you youngsters out there.
When I called him this morning to tell him I was up and to come over, I peeked outside to see what the fucking weather was doing.
Nice and dry if a bit chilly but no fucking rain so I said Cool!
He gets here, opens the hood and I have him pull up until the hood is about two inches from the gutter over the garage and it starts to sprinkle.
Yay.
I should be able to stay somewhat dry though.
He starts in on the breaker panel while the truck cools off and it doesn't take long to figure out the breaker I had wouldn't fit so off to Home Fucking Depot we go. Along the way, this slight drizzle has now started to turn to sleet.
We find what we need,stop and grab something to cram down for lunch and now it is spitting snow.
He finishes up installing and wiring a new outlet and putting the breaker in while I start draining the coolant on the truck.
Now it is flat out snowing and colder than a witches tit in a brass bra.
We fiddle fucked around and had to fight the By Pass hose that peeks out from under the fucking air conditioning compressor and start putting it all back together,.
That hose however, is fighting me. There is only about an inch of it poking out and I am trying to wiggle the water pump up into it while holding it and a couple of bolts I had in to hold the fucking gasket.
It's kind of blurry but you can see what I am talking about here, I wasn't pulling that A/C compressor for love nor money if I could avoid it.
Now I have been to Grandma's house before and used some Stick Um to try and hold that gasket onto the pump but this fucking hose is so tight up in there that I am having a hard time getting the nipple to slide in and not scrape the gasket off while pushing the pump up into the hose and line up the bolt holes at the same time.
I finally get the motherfucker up in there and start putting the long assed bolts back in to start tightening everything down but I am having trouble with two of them on the bottom.They do not want to start.
I finally ran them in with the air ratchet and finished putting the whole thing back together.
My mistake there.
He filled it with coolant and water then fired it up.
This whole time it is just colder than shit and snowing off and on.
Bigger than shit, he fires it up and coolant starts pouring out the bottom.
Dirty, Cock, Sucker!
The fucking gasket had slipped after all.
So we tear the dirty sonofabitch back apart in record time and the gasket is fucked.
Not being one to admit defeat easily, I grabbed a can of my Secret Weapon.
Fuck that gasket, with this shit you don't need one. Far and away it is the best silicone type sealer I have ever come across. It's so damn cold that it doesn't want to come out of the can but I finally got enough on me and the pump that I called it good and put that fucker back up in there.
Not having to fight the gasket was the ticket.
I tightened the damn thing down, put everything back together except the fan and shroud and went in the fucking house to warm up my freezing hands for a while to give the sealer time to set up a bit.
About forty five minutes later we went back out there and put coolant back in it and fired it up.
Now it's dark and snowing like a bastard but not quite sticking to anything.
No leaks this time, pulled the top radiator hose off, put the fan and the shroud on and fired it back up.
For you do it yourselfers, the fan is one of those that threads on that they want you to buy some special tools to hold shit while you screw it off. Fuck that noise, get an air chisel with a really long bit, figure out if it's Left or Right hand thread because I have seen both and give that fucker a good Rat-A-Tat Tat on the edge of the nut in the direction you want it to turn. It will come right loose. Then it just spins right off.
You want to talk about a cold blooded sonofabitch of an engine though. That fucker ran for a good fifteen minutes before the thermostat even thought about opening up.
It finally opened up enough that I could feel the top hose getting hot, checked for leaks again and buttoned the bitch up
.
What a fucking ordeal for something that shouldn't have taken an hour and a half tops.
Now I remember why I quit working on cars for a living.
It's done though, the kid can get to work OK and now I can use the little wire feed welder that I bought a year and a half ago.
I has some little projects I want to get done and have been putting them off ever since.
Saturday, December 26, 2015
Glock Has a New Commercial On TV
I was over at my In Laws all day yesterday and I was sitting on the couch minding my own business when this came on.
This is the extended version, the one I saw was a thirty second spot.
I almost couldn't believe what I was seeing.
I honestly can't remember the last time I saw an advertisement for a gun on television.
This was over in Oregon too, I hope those hoplophobic sonsabitches over there choked on their pumpkin pie.
This is the extended version, the one I saw was a thirty second spot.
I almost couldn't believe what I was seeing.
I honestly can't remember the last time I saw an advertisement for a gun on television.
This was over in Oregon too, I hope those hoplophobic sonsabitches over there choked on their pumpkin pie.
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