Wednesday, March 30, 2016

is it just me? or... (UPDATE at the end)

Is anyone else sick and tired of weather fear porn?

It's just one more case of fear mongering in order to control the actions of the sheeple. Animals sense bad weather, earthquakes, pretty much any natural threat. Sheeple,  not so much. 

But we have the advantage over the dumb beasts of the field. We have Weathermen! 

Oh, to be a weatherman!  Get up, put on a tie, or more currently a dress with a good view of cleavage, and tell all the little people "There's a 50 percent chance of rain today". 

Think about this: With all the benefits of modern technology and years of advanced education, these scions of science tell us that basically 'it will rain, or it won't'. Now pay me...

All the while debasing our already bastardized grammar further with their inability to use big-boy words like 'precipitation'! It's 'precip' this, and 'precip' that.

Look, really, if you can't say the big-boy words, or the sheeple are too dumb downed to understand them, why not use simple terms? Like, oh I don't know, RAIN? Seems good to me. We not only learn liquid is falling out of the sky, but we learn what physical aspects are associated with it. It's wet, not frozen, and is moving in a downward direction.

Yesterday, here in Oklahoma, we were warned, to the point of issuing severe weather advisories, that we should prepare for Tennis Ball Sized Hail, Tornadoes, 75 Mile per hour straight line winds, and the distinct possibility of, of my dear Lord, PRECIP!

That was last night. This morning at 4, it was golf ball sized hail, POSSIBILITY of MAYBE an F2 tornado or two,  and wind gusts to 40 MPH. 

It's now about 6 AM, and no mention of hail, wins might get 25 MPH, and they're determinedly shying away from the dreaded 'T-word'.

Weather porn. Stock up, this is TEOTWAWKI, go beat up an old lady at the store over that last jug of water, final pack of D batteries, and sole remaining pack of Slim Jims.

Oh wait... What's that?... Well folks, weather is tricky. Just be glad it wasn't the catastrophe it was SUPPOSED to be...

And I was looking forward today to grabbing a six pack, turning on my NOAA radio, and enjoying the show in a lawn chair while playing a few hands of Texas Holdem with Gamblin' James. You can usually get a seat there for around 15 bucks...

UPDATE: Got MAYBE a half hour of light rain. Even heard thunder once...Fucking overpaid monkeys...)

Tuesday, March 22, 2016

It's Me Again, Margaret*

I'm trying. Even weekly is gonna be tough with all the springtime projects commencing, and the day to day crap we all deal with as life happens.

This last week has been especially trying, but has had its blessings, too.

Attempting to get a Dent corn and wheat field in, I paid my brother 60.00 bucks to disk a section of land for me here at Turn Here Rose, and am working on tilling it over with my medium sized rototiller. With my screwed up shoulder, it's a lot harder than I'd like, and is taking me longer than I planned. By the end of the day, I'm done in,  and that's beside the fact I can only work for maybe a half hour before I have to break until the pain eases off. Rose has been cuttng me some slack by taking on a lot of the household chores; cooking, dishes, laundry. Since she still puts in a 40+ hour work week, I REALLY appreciate her support! 

Lost my wallet the day after my monthly check came in. I'm fairly sure I left it on the checkout counter at Lowes when buying a hot water heater. I didn't realize it until the following day. Of course I called the store as soon as I realized, and just as assuredly, no one had turned it in. It may have something to do with the 650.00 or so that was in it, which included my mortgage payment. 

For the first time since moving here, I have running hot water, and am back behind the 8 ball with having to make up for my carelessness. Guess I was too preoccupied with the thought of a hot shower....

I always leave enough on my card to handle my more regular bills that are easier to pay online, and Rose holds onto that in case she needs to get gas, milk, whatever, and I discovered my missing wallet when she told me she couldn't find the credit card! Wasn't much on that, and what there was isn't really an issue, as she had already paid all the regular bills, but as its a government issue card, I get the hassle of canceling it and having a new one issued

I bought some chicks, ducks,  and geese earlier this year, and wouldn't ya know it, the damn things are growing so fast the cage they are in is getting a little crowded,  and a new coop is quickly becoming more than a luxury. 

But like I said,  trials mixed with blessings. My own 2001 Saturn has an ignition problem, so that best friend I told you about in an earlier post first lent me his 1997 Saturn, then offered to sell it to me cheap, on payments. He went on a week's trip to visit his kids in Texas, and left his Kia with me rather than in the crime ridden city he lives in, and Rose got to use it for her daily commute. Two days before he was due back, the '94 Saturn shift train locked up on me. When he came back, after two days of me fucking with it, he shows up, jacks up the driver side front tire, and when it then miraculously works, told me it was stuck in two gears,  and that that happens sometimes with this car... But Rose was able to use the Kia during those two days, so it could have been much worse for us

Then he said Rose could continue using his Kia while I get my ignition problem figured out, so that it wouldn't happen to her in that Saturn. 

And then that he was moving to Texas in May. Oh well,  I'll miss him more than I can say, but it's only a three hour drive due South, and we WILL get together a couple times a year. 

So that's it. I'm here, I'm tired, I'm sore, I'm broke, and my rainbow seems more like the colorful sheen on a bubble that could pop anytime than a glorious promise that golden unicorns are gonna start flying out of my ass; but there it is. 

They say what doesn't kill us only makes us stronger. But what if you were strong enough BEFORE? 

Take care my friends, and keep a loaded gun handy!


Sunday, March 13, 2016


I don't know if it's that weird little hairy guy from the comic strip BC,  or someone VERY fond of a fairly decent shipboard drink,  but this one goes out to 'Grog'!

Yes, I'm still alive,  and yes, I want to keep this damn blog going. 

So, here's Turn Here Rose: 8 chickens, 3 ducks, 3 geese. Still have my pot bellied boar, but the sow cut herself shortly after her last birthing,  and by the time I realized it, (it was under her front leg, and not noticeable whether she was standing or nursing) she had gone septic and I lost her. I was able to continue bottle feeding the piglets,  and kept two females after selling the other 8.

I'm currently raising channel catfish,  but it's still too early to tell if that will work out. 

 The best friend I have EVER had in my life,  who I have known since we were in diapers,  and lost touch with when I joined the Navy and he moved away, has once again become a part of my life.  I recently learned he also lives in Oklahoma after a surprisingly parallel life,  and we have since reconnected.  It seems as no time has passed in our friendship since we were sixteen. It's good to have a friend again that I've missed so much. 

 Politically,  I'm for Trump, and if either of those asswipes running on the Democrat ticket get in,  I will finally give up on this once great country,  put out a sign that I'm declaring myself my own country,  and load up for the jackboots. I don't choose to live under the rule of a deluded egomaniac whose only goal is to increase her 'prestige' as our queen, nor under the gentle socialist designs of a Hitler in the offing. 

I finally saved enough for a decent cultivator, have my truck garden in, have an herb garden ready to plant,  and am breaking ground for my Dent corn field.  Hopefully I'll get a field cut for wheat also this year. 

And,  on an ending note, I am going to do my best to update weekly. And all the times I think to myself "I should blog about that", I'll get off my always wore out ass and actually DO it.

Miss all of you,  and I'll try to wake up here. 


Sunday, January 3, 2016

Harvey County Oregon

WTF is going on here?
I'm out of the loop here with shitty Internet.
Any off ya all can fill me in?

Thursday, November 12, 2015

I probably just missed it..

It's possible. I can't get a decent signal out here for Internet. I don't have cable. No satellite disk. If it didn't happen in Oklahoma City, our local news never mentions it.
Basically, I'm just saying it's entirely possible I just missed it.

Can ANYBODY tell me where I can get the story of our Mulatto-in-Chief placing a wreath on the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier over Veteran's Day?

Saturday, October 31, 2015

Why Walmart will never go under

Walmart isn't too big to fail. It isn't even too cheap to fail.
It certainly isn't it's low prices,  bringing in the masses for cheap crap sold by apathetic cashiers, or the way self-deluded managers with delusions of grandeur treat the unwashed masses who would DARE question their godliness.
Nope,  it's the marketing genius of those who understand exactly how to use every opportunity to separate the sheeple from their hard earned cash.
Like New York rats,  and cockroaches everywhere, Walmart will continue to thrive because they have learned to live off of the backs of humanity.

Take, for instance, the current stunt. I ran into Walmart yesterday (yes,  I admit that I too have oft been led into their devious trap) and noticed a huge pallet in the middle of the main aisle containing a huge amount of green lightbulbs. I just figured this was some Halloween thing.  Until I saw a commercial last night telling me I should show my support for our veterans by putting a green bulb on my porch, or in my window facing the street.
Now I have nothing against veterans.  I are one. And yes, I go to Golden Corral for my free meal,  and if there were still something as patriotic as a veteran's day parade,  like my own dad did,  I would proudly wear my old uniform and carry the flag in it.
But Walmart does NOTHING for veterans. Unlike Lowes home stores,  which give 10% off ALL purchases to ALL veterans every day of the year, the only thing Walmart does is create a "support our vets" theme,  and then promote the sale of materials you can purchase to show support for this program.
They play on our shame and the opinions of our neighbors who fall for their insidious plans to make enough money to cover their lagging sales. They create from broadcloth a new tradition to show ourselves as Patriots and that we OF COURSE remember and honor our vets. Then sell us the silk materials to meet the needs of their program.

I will unequivocally NOT be burning a green light this or any other year. I think instead,  I'll go to the veteran's home down in Norman,  and spend some time listening to some old,  decrepit,  lonely old veteran tell me tales of his former days of glory. My time and attention is infinitely more meaningful to one old vet than a million green lights are for all other vets combined.

Walmart has never done a thing for veterans,  and this is the most despicable plot yet to separate all of us from our hard earned cash. Why don't they give .001 percent of their profits for ONE fucking day to a veterans fund? THAT might make a difference somewhere.
 With their green light special,  they're just making profits for themselves.
like I said: Fucking GENIUS marketing.

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Blah blah blah, complain, complain. Rinse and repeat.

I just read an article over at Human Events Daily concerning government overspending at the EPA.
I'm not going to go through the whole article.  If you really feel the need to get upset over more blatant,  shove-it-up-the-sheep's-collective-ass government bullshit, follow the link.
What got me really pissed off was the whiny little pissants complaining in the comments about some of the statements the author put forth concerning various expenditures.
The futile effort of armchair politicians who don't really give a flying damn about anything other than the fact that they themselves aren't in on the gravy train.
The same type that when something,  anything,  goes wrong will be crying to the government to ride in on a white horse and save their sorry asses.

Sunday, July 19, 2015

Hoard for the horde

I know,  I ain't been around much. Things are rough all over...

My sister came in from Utah this past week,  and yes,  she is a devout Mormon. (Don't get me started!). So I went down to my brother's where she was staying during her visit,  and after the required hugs and "you look goods", her husband asked me what all I had on my ridiculously large key chain.
Nothing unusual, I get asked that a lot. Nothing fancy though: small knife,  fishing kit,  duct tape,  small screwdriver set,  flint,  striker,  electrical tape,  tinder pack, sewing kit, floss,  paracord, snare wire, med kit, and even keys.
He asked if I were planning for the end of the world?
Nope.  Just anything that might come along where I needed a bandaid or something... This is my every day carry shit,  as well as a multi-tool,  belt knife, phone,  couple of bucks, and of course, my wallet.
Being Mormons,  (don't get me started! ), he started going on about how they have a basement stocked with enough food and water for a year if things get bad.
Now keep in mind, this guy can't change a tire,  and I'd be afraid to hand him a screwdriver as he'd probably put an eye out trying to figure out which end goes on the screw. But like a good little Mormon,  (don't get me started!), he has obeyed his church's (valid and smart) edict to be prepared to take care of his family for a year or more if the fecal matter splatters the rotational oscillating atmosphere adjuster.
However,  he lives in Salt Lake City. Nice house, nice neighborhood,  two car garage and all the trimmings. No guns or self defense training.  In the middle of The Marauder Mecca. There's probably enough hoarded food in that city alone to feed America for a decade!
He is overwhelmingly confident that he will be perfectly safe if anything happens,  as he is surrounded by like minded good little Mormons,  (DON'T GET ME STARTED!) and everything will be hunky dory in his little world until things go back to "normal" and golden unicorns start flying out of all the surviving sheep's collective asses.
When, not if, the shit hits the fan, I'm going to miss him and my sister.  Hopefully they'll go quick and not suffer. Damn shame about all that wasted hoarding though.
I don't have my homestead up to par yet, but I'm working on it. Rabbits,  goats,  chickens,  ducks, pigs, small garden I plan to grown on yearly (pun intended,)  a natural screen of bamboo to keep from prying eyes, alternate heating,  and a reliable source of water. And rebuilding my arsenal as well as practicing my bowmanship and sling proficiency.
Will I and my wife survive the imminent collapse of our country?  Probably not. At this point it's just the two of us, and we're no match for a gang of marauders. But at least I'm being realistic.  I see no reason to stockpile a hoard for the hordes.

PS: Should of got a load of my brother in law's face when I showed him my get home bag out of my trunk...!

Thursday, June 11, 2015

Don't be frustrated, and teach our kids to be pussies

In my daily perusal of emails this morning, I came upon an article about how NOT to be frustrated.
The premise was to accept things that happen as a matter of course. Stuck in traffic? Just tell yourself that traffic happens. Do NOT think such thoughts as "this shouldn't happen to ME". This leads to thinking the universe 'should' be fair, and we constantly have to guard ourselves from terms such as should, must, required, or have to. Which of course only leads to frustration.
There is only ONE way to avoid frustration: Never try anything.
If you choose to create nothing, you WILL succeed. If you choose not to attempt something, you WILL NOT fail. If you never stand and state your opinion, you will NEVER have to defend it.
And if you accept your slavery, you will never have the opportunity to exercise ANY choice.
See? No frustration!
I get frustrated a lot! Is it because the universe isn't fair? OF COURSE IT IS.
If the universe were fair, there would be no reason to try anything new. We all could sit back and have our every desire and whim immediately manifested. No hangovers, no relationship issues, no money worries, hell, no worries of ANY kind.
But no accomplishment either. No failure to make us try that much harder. No victory in conquest, no accepting defeat and working harder to win next time.
Next Thursday, I'm going to visit the kids and grandkids. My grandson, who's four,  is on some kind of T-ball team. His last game of the year is Friday. My daughter asked if we'd be staying for his game. I told her Rose had to work Saturday, and we'd be leaving before the game to get back so she could rest before her work week started.
My daughter said that that was okay, because his coach doesn't put him into play anyway, because he gets distracted in the outfield.
This kid is FOUR! What the fuck is there in the OUTFIELD that's supposed to be that almighty interesting enough to hold the attention of a four year old.
And why would he want to keep focused, when no-one wins or looses anyway? Fucking bleeding hearts. So concerned with Little Johnnie's emotional equilibrium that they turn him into a simpering pussy unable to deal with reality. And yet have no problem telling a four year old he's not "good enough" to play in an actual game. Even when no one keeps score.
We're turning into The United States of Whose Line Is It Anyway? No one keeps score, and the points don't matter.
I'd love to see those fucked up liberal bleeding heart's faces when one of these kids hits highschool and has them in the sights of a sniper rifle after climbing the bell tower because he asked that cute little redhead in homeroom for a date and she told him to take a hike.
Poetic irony, that....