We have six inches of powder out front, I had to fill the coffee carafe up with cold water to get the truck door unfrozen and opened up.

I have my heavy duty cold weather suit dug out, my lunch box, cigarettes and coffee sitting here and I’m waiting for the truck to warm ip enough to get the ice off the windshield.

A couple miles East of here got hammered with over a foot of snow and I can’t wait to try and get out to the roads to see how much packed snow and ice is out there waiting.

Along with thousands of stupid fucking morons.

I have the chains in a box and I’m getting ready to throw everything in the old Chevy and give it a go. I would dearly love to try out the new 4X4 but it’s not insured yet and I don’t want to take that chance.

What kinds of misery are y’all having to deal with?

I know it’s supposed to be completely fucked from here to Maine.

It even snowed in Las Vegas yesterday.

$571 and change to get the title swapped and new plates on Chuck’s old truck.

They have also upped the amount of paperwork required to one page under the limit of what one horse can chew in one bite without choking to death.

I have never seen that many damn forms that had to be filled out in the 44 years I have been buying and selling vehicles. 60 vehicles and counting so I know of what I speak.

Including, filing for lost titles from a rig with out of state plates, in 3 different states!

In-Fucking-Credible.

Best of all?

The tags are only good for one year and come February next year?

It’s gonna cost me another $150.

Now I get to find out what the insurance is going to run.

“Oh, you have a FOUR WHEEL DRIVE?”

My ass is going to bleed and The Wifely Unit is going to flip the fuck out.

I may wind up sleeping in the damn thing.

Well, how do I put this?

It’s kind of a long story.

As you may know, the Grumpy Old Bastard across the street recently kicked off…

Good Ol’ Chuck. I sincerely miss the guy.

His wife? ex wife? danged if I can figure it out, and his daughter are pretty much wanting to erase his existence from the place across the street it appears.

They even sold his car off before he was dead.

Chuck, like me, was a bit of a Pack Rat and there is a lot of stuff over there.

They already had some relative show up with a trailer, twice, and hauled off a bunch of his stuff. The way it should be as far as I’m concerned, family first.

Well while I was finding out that he had actually passed on, talking to his wife I guess, she asks me if I want to buy a truck.

Lemme tell ya, I had already asked Chuck twice over the last few years what he wanted for it and he wouldn’t give me a price.

Heck yeah I’d like to buy that truck BUT…

But it’s 3/4 ton 4X4 with a 360 gas engine and an automatic transmission. I figure the thing would eat me alive for gas and maintenance. A set of tires alone would be well North of $1500 if I had to buy a set.

On top of that, the biggest obstacle is going to be fighting against The Big Boss at the end of the very first level.

She is all about NO.

Very vehemently NO.

I got a quick list to go with that, NO.

So anyway, I’m out there talking to this woman again Friday after work and she is wanting to get this truck started so it can be backed out from beside the house next to a shed and get it out front so they can slap a For Sale sign on it.

She tells me that her and the daughter looked it up and Blue Book and it says it’s worth $7000.

I told her that she wouldn’t probably get that much because the paint is all messed up and there is a good sized dent in the side of the bed.

Then she tells me that she really doesn’t care, she just wants it gone.

Hmm.

So I figuratively rolled the dice and said I would give her $3,500 because I am cheap and we are neighbors.

I fully expected her to laugh in my face for such impertinence.

Much to my surprise, she said she would take that.

Now mind you, this $7000 Blue Book price is for a pretty pristine example of a 1993 Dodge 3/4 ton 4X4 but this truck is freaking LOADED with goodies and only has 113,000 original Old Man miles on it.

It has a winch on the front with a Brush Guard, factory overdrive, add on Cruise, a tow package, a Brake Lock system and a swing out cherry picker in the bed, something I had completely forgotten about and also something I have been very seriously considering putting in the back of the Chevy .It already has a CB antenna connection and cable inside and even comes with an extra set of tires, already mounted on rims.

There is also a fiberglass bed cover that is hydraulically actuated thanks to Chuck that I am going to have to get down from under his carport.

Yeah, this thing is probably worth every bit of seven grand going by the stupid prices for trucks I have been seeing for the last few years around here.

So I went over there this morning to see if the thing would even start so I could get it out in the street for her.

Good Ol’ Chuck. He had a battery minder hooked up to it.

I unhooked it, got in it and it fired right up.

The last time I remember seeing him drive it was last Summer and I see it hasn’t been tagged since 2021.

I parked it and came back in the house and then left shortly afterwards to go visit a buddy and his Dad.

At this point I have pretty much decided that at $3500, this is a deal I can’t refuse.

I’m just really not looking forward to the knock down drag out fight with the wife about it.

I came home, brought it up again, gave her my reasons for getting it and to my everlasting disbelief, she was only mildly pissed off about it.

Again,

I just got back from sealing the deal. I have the paperwork sitting next to me and because tomorrow is a holiday, I am going down Tuesday and getting a cashiers check for $3500 and handing it off after work.

There was even a folder full of service records, including the original owners manual

Long story short, ladies and gentlemens, I am now Officially a MOPAR owner, again.

This thing is setup with damn near everything I ever wanted in a truck since 4 EVER.

I had planned to clean up and sell the old Chevy to recoup some of the cost but out of nowhere the Wifely Unit starts talking about giving it to The Kid.

We shall see how that works out in the near future. In the mean time it is still my daily driver until I can go through this Dodge and get it up to date.

I know there is a bad axle seal somewhere but I can get by with that until the weather gets better. I’m really not looking forward to fixing that out in the road but if I have to I will.

Eventually.

Hey Thanks Chuck, it sounds like he would be cool with this.

According to the wife, he actually thought I was a pretty good guy after all.

Not that he would have ever said it to me.

I’ll try and take care of it buddy.

The day approaches when that line is crossed and a shitload of people are going to find out what the definition of retribution is.

The psycopaths and sociopaths currently running amok with glee, raining disaster upon disaster down upon our heads are going to wake up some morning and start running for their lives instead of figuring what fresh horror to visit upon us instead.

I hear people say that these criminal maniacs will simply jump in a personal jet and fly away to safety.

Uh Uh.

Those days are over.

There isn’t anywhere on this planet that is going to be safe for some of the worst of the worst.

They will be tracked and they will be hunted.

You see, the Age of the Internet is a knife that cuts both ways.

They will be unable to live without using electronics. The second they send any type of electronic signal their position will be able to be pinpointed.

I don’t care if they are in a nuclear bomb proof bunker under a mountain, there will be vulnerabilities.

Even if the only option is to seal them in permanently so that they can never leave.

I have no doubt in my mind that the days are coming when some of these criminals are going to be caught up with and that there won’t be enough left of them to make a positive identification of the remains possible.

I know deep in my heart that some of these monsters are hearing footsteps everywhere they go already as I type.

Because they know they have lost this war they started already. That is why they are throwing everything they have at us non stop and all at once, trying to break us.

Personally I am amazed at what we have put up with already without seeing someone crack and go after the puppets .

When the dam does finally burst I believe there is going to be unimaginable carnage let loose upon the world.

Entire bloodlines are going to be exterminated.

The kind of rampage our descendants will remember for ten thousand years.

The Ultimate FAFO.

He even provided evidence.

He sure does like his Donkeys.

All out kinetic warfare in the Continental United States.

Us, VS. EVERYBODY.

Best be getting your mind wrapped around it because it’s inevitable at this point.

I am VERY remiss in not getting this out sooner.

I was recently gifted some very cool swag from Millerized. If you are of the Patriot Persuasion, he should need no more introduction.

A very cool and VERY talented guy.

He sent me some customized Bottle Openers that he engraved with the BustedKnuckles.net logo.

He told me they don’t cost a whole bunch and it doesn’t take him very long to knock them out.

I didn’t really notice the extra K in Bustednuckles until after I emailed him my thanks but that’s fine, it’s very common for people to not notice that I spell it a bit different and thankfully he just sent me a few samples.

Damn nice of him to even think about me in the first place.

I am quite honored!

He has an engraving business and he makes custom guitar stands but he says he can do custom engraving on just about any dang thing.

Here is a small sample of his guitar stands.

This is what he says he can do,

” Engraving nearly anything anyone can think of. Motorcycle parts, firearms, cutlery. Hell, did a Marine officers sword many years ago.”

So if you have something you would like to doll up with some custom engraving, Miller is your guy!

I’m still toying with the idea of ordering a batch of these bottle openers, they are really pretty inexpensive but it’s the giant can of worms of mailing them out that is causing me to hold my fire.

It’s not like I don’t already have a thousand things clamoring for my time.

But anyway,

Thanks again Millerized, sorry it took me so long to give you the Shout Out you deserve for thinking about me and for being a Stand Up Guy.

(Lol, pun not intended)

It saddens me to announce that the Grumpy Old Bastard across the street has kicked the bucket.

Chuck would have been 87 in April so it’s not like the old fart didn’t live a full life.

I had known he was in poor health for a while, I think the last time I got to talk to him was around Thanksgiving. Then me and the wife were sick for most of December and come to find out something kicked his ass around the same time.

He wound up with a UTI, fucked around with that long enough for it to go into sepsis and that was the beginning of the end. The last time I saw him besides the day they hauled him out on a stretcher a couple of weeks ago was a glimpse of him sitting in the front room on Christmas day, watching his Granddaughter open presents when I stepped out to have a smoke.

The sepsis caused blood poisoning and fucked up a replacement valve in his heart and fucked up his kidneys. When he went into the hospital they did a bunch of MRI’s and discovered he had lung cancer on top of all of it and it had gone into his brain.

Of course he didn’t smoke.

At that point the pill pushers threw up their hands and they moved him into hospice. That was two weeks ago, I just now talked to his ex wife and she told me he had passed away last Sunday.

I am pretty bummed.

He was basically the only one in this neighborhood I would talk to and he used to tell all the stories guy’s his age like to tell.

We had a few things in common like wrenching on old shit and for his age he got around pretty damned good. Kept his lawn mowed and his bushes trimmed, did his own oil changes and all kinds of shit.

I was already missing the old fart but now I’m double sad because I didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye.

His daughter sold his car before he was even dead and now they are wanting to get rid of his 93 Dodge 3/4 ton 4X4 with 113k on it that he kept up pretty good.

I seriously considered buying it until I just went and spent damn near $90 to fill up the old Chevy.

That Dodge 4X4 would eat me alive as a daily driver.

Just pricing a set of tires for the thing would give me sticker shock so I’m going to give that one a pass.

He already gave me a bunch of his old tools that I cleaned up and put away so I will always have something to remember him by.

Rest In Peace old man, you can be glad you are going to miss the Shit Show coming down the pike.

Because this is the kind of shit he seems to deal with on a semi daily basis.

Even though he’s not a Chrysler/Jeep kinda guy.

Because they are ALL like this now and HAVE BEEN for the last thirty years, at least.

You can also be assured that I agree with every word this guy says.

Warning, there is real pissed off mechanic language here.

In which I am extremely fluent as you well know.

Because of shit like this.

BTW, he’s so mad that he keeps saying he can’t take the valve cover off when he means cylinder head.

The valve cover is up on top and easy to get off.

I’m sure you are well aware of the ecological disaster currently unfolding in Ohio.

I’m not sure if everyone is really comprehending the scope and the ramifications of what is happening though.

You may have seen this picture that gives you a pretty damn good idea of how big it is but be aware, that was early on.

Here’s a view from altitude, Chinese Balloon type altitude,

It even LOOKS like a malevolent, cancerous sore.

This gives you and indication of where the bulk of it is heading.

That was LAST WEEK.

Government officials keep insisting that everyone can return to their homes and that the drinking water is safe.

Let me ask you something after watching the government over the last 3 years.

Do you actually believe these lying motherfuckers?

I sure as fuck wouldn’t.

Let me put it this way, when I started seeing pets and livestock dying I would have been gone immediately.

Fuck, everything, bye.

Just for fun, the stuff they burned, Poly Vinyl Chlorate is one of the most vicious cancer causing chemicals on the planet.

Take a look at this picture again,

Every bit of that is eventually going to come back to earth somewhere.

Literal truck loads of it have already blanketed a huge area, has gotten into the rivers and coated miles and miles of farm land.

This is in my opinion, the biggest ecological disaster to ever hit the Mainland United States.

The effects of this are going to manifest for generations.

Meanwhile, the finger pointing and ass covering is more frenetic than two horny

ferrets trying to fuck inside a Pringles can.

All of which is doing exactly Jack Shit to help anybody.

It’s exactly like somebody said, they just nuked that town.

And SEVERAL other states.

Once that shit got up into the air and the wind caught it , EVERYBODY around is going to be hosed.

Not to mention it’s in the waterways now.

This is going to make The Love Canal look like a mud puddle before this is all said and done.

Ain’t apologizing to anybody for it either.

I’m trapped.

The Wifely Unit is a SportsBall lunatic and if I wasn’t sitting here with her, she would be all alone to watch it by herself.

The Kid either had other plans or has to work.

Otherwise they would both be yelling and screaming and I would be out in the garage avoiding all of it.

I could care less about SportsBall but it’s at least something we can talk about and enjoy each other’s company over.

While we were waiting for the game to start, a commercial came on and within 30 seconds BOTH of our jaws were hanging wide open.

In this day and age of Woke bullshit, they actually played a super Patriotic commercial!

How sad is it that we were both shocked to see it?

Really, really sad but there it was.

It’s a commercial wrapped around Johnny Cash’s Old Battered Flag and we were both extremely glad to see SOMEONE, had the balls to put it on the air.

It’s about fucking time.

In case you missed it, here it is.

I’m sure Al Sharpton, Jesse Jackson, Maxine Waters and D.C. Mayor Bowser are all booking emergency flights as I type to go form protests.

I am not going to bother to go search out the genius behind this.

I am too busy shaking my head in wonder at the amount of stupidity involved here because it is off the scale.

We are talking World Class Idiocy here.

But hey, Climate Change! and all the related horse shit, right?

This is what you get when you listen to shucksters and grifters.

A whole bunch of someones out there are actually paying for this shit with the tax money they pay and I would bet money they never voted for it.

It just boggles my mind.