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…and that means I get to uncover a new page on my Stihl pinup calendar.  I realize a woman in lingerie holding a weed whacker makes no sense.  I don’t care.  Some things, like sunsets and my Stihl calendar, are … Continue reading →

Our household is aggressively dangerously unforgivably literate. All through the house, words are disassembled, deconstructed, folded, spindled, mutilated, adored, trashed, preserved, deleted, savored, swigged, passed around like a joint in Phish concert, consumed like beer at a kegger, and inhaled in a way Bill Clinton denied. Scrabble is a contact sport. We alliterate even when the drapes aren’t drawn. Similes and metaphors are bounced off walls like free radicals in Ron Paul’s brain. Words are mixed in good ways and bad and (in my case) foreign ones are mispronounced with wild abandon. All words are welcome in our house. (I’m the only one who swears but I don’t fucking care if you disapprove.) Further, as you’ve no doubt noticed from reading my blog, I’m willing to walk around in public without using spell check. Continue reading →

Fiscal issues? Forget about that! Look at this! Everyone just look at this thing here which is totally a big deal and far more important than any other pressing matters. Continue reading →

It looks to me like Chavez has beaten his country like a rented mule and his time is just about up. His 13 year socialist reign has been, for want of a better word, “craptacular” for his people. He trashed a nation in less time than most of us take to wear out a Honda Civic. It was a safe prediction. Who didn’t see it coming? Continue reading →

I calls ’em like I sees ’em. Continue reading →

The problem with prognostication is not the risk of being wrong, it’s the frustration if you’re right but still have to sit through the train wreck.  However, it is universal law that you must put your words on the record … Continue reading →

I have a two part theory about hitch hikers. Part one is that each hitchhiker has a non-zero and surprisingly high probability of being the psychotic murderous love child of Jack the Ripper and Charles Manson. When you pick one up you’re taking an unknowable risk. Part two is that walking sucks. I’ve hitchhiked myself when all else failed. Despite the fact that I look like Attila the Hun and have the personality of Stalin with PMS, people have stopped for me. I’ve always been grateful. Continue reading →

The Internet is apparently down (or running at 300 baud) for an oil change and radiator flush. Either that or the entire grid has collapsed and taken western civilization with it. If it’s the latter I’m not going to sweat … Continue reading →

Lest you think I do nothing by slay animals I’ll mention the critters I saw during tonight’s boundary patrol forest walk. Continue reading →

It makes me cringe. It’s dour propaganda from behind the iron curtain in 1978. The ad appeals to our patriotic duty to buy it and imposes guilt and obligation. It implies we must buy a Volt or poor people in a little town in Michigan won’t have jobs. As if you might make little Timmy starve in his crib if you happen to buy a Ford Focus. Continue reading →