Dude was 70 years old when he played this concert.

Reader Greg was kind enough to give me a heads up. Good thing, I had been busy all day and might have missed it completely otherwise.

Head on over to my friend Mike’s Place for the goods.

Big Country has a guest post up.

COLD FURY BCE Update.

I don’t know why I even still have a freakin’ TWITTER account to be honest. I almost never use the damn thing and I am CONSTANTLY getting notifications from Liberal Fucktards attacking Trump.

For which they immediately get blocked for.

But seeings how FJB was in town today and some asshole made the mistake of sending me one of “HIS” Tweets, I couldn’t resist.

DOUBLE FJB!

And just in case there is still one person left on this planet who still thinks that there is still any “SAFE” method of communicating left anywhere,

I took four screen shots of both TWEETS and sent them to myself via Protonmail so I could post them here.

I resent them 3 times and they still haven’t shown up.

I had to use the laptop, sign in to Twitter, go find them and then use the snipping tool to get a capture to put up here.

It shouldn’t be long now…

There was one plus side to the Pants Shitter stopping by.

They quit spraying the Chem Trails yesterday for him.

The first clear Sun Set tonight in recent memory.

That would leave plenty of room for lathes, mills, a Drill Press and all kinds of other goodies.

Line the tool boxes up in front of the toilet, drawers facing out.

Instant privacy screen.

Needs a lot more outlets though.

It’s been too long.

Things are deteriorating rapidly everywhere as I’m sure you are aware of.

What’s on your mind?

Fucking kid takes my shit without asking all the time.

Not only does it piss me off, it drives me crazy because I’m old and can’t remember if I did something with it or finally decide he walked off with it.

My phone charger disappeared one too many times.

He just takes the Wall Wart and leaves the damn cord. That’s how I know he took it.

The Wifely Unit threw a damn fit when I super glued it to the power strip next to my chair.

I still have that fucker and I will GUARANTEE you that he has been through at least a dozen since.

As a matter of fact, I’m really damn sure that I would have turned around and Butt Stroked that stupid fucker right in the teeth.

That has to be the gayest shit I’ve seen in a long time.

I am literally on my way out the door so I don’t have time to go into it but

SHENANDOAH has a pretty good run down of Ukraine getting hammered by Ivan this morning.

HAMMERED.

Things just got kicked up a couple notches.

Heeeeere gator gator gator…..

Are you ready for some Din Din?

I bought one of these portable band saws a couple of years ago and I’m here to tell ya, they will pay for themselves in a hurry.

I see Horror Fright has them on sale right now but today is the last day.

They are $40 off list price and this is their newer brand line than the one I bought and paid $100 for two years ago on sale.

For $89 I don’t see how you can go wrong.

My buddy even built me a little stand for the one I have that I can bolt to it and mount it in a vise.

I had, but currently can’t find, one of their foot pedal switches that I could plug it into.

Put a hose clamp or a zip tie around the trigger and then you can use it by stepping on the pedal so both hands can feed stuff into it and use it as an upright band saw.

You can buy the stands online too but last time I looked they cost more than the damn saw.

It really makes it a versatile tool though.

In case you haven’t been paying attention,

First it was the Nordstream pipeline getting blown up, cutting off the natural gas to Europe.

Then yesterday it was a critical bridge to Crimea that got blown up, screwing Ivan’s supply route all to hell.

Now today, we have this,

BREAKING – SABOTAGE! Two Communications Lines (GSM-R) Cut in Germany – Rail Services in Northern Germany Suspended

Seeing a pattern here yet?

Are you even remotely ready for this type of thing to start happening here at home?

Because pResident Poopy Pants and the team of Commies running the show have got all kinds of SF forces and of course the See Eye Aye running around in the Ukraine stirring shit up for Ivan and IT IS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME until Putin gets fed up and decides what’s good for the Goose is good for the Gander.

As decrepit and decaying as ALL of our infrastructure is, one well placed BOOM will fuck this entire country.

If you think we have supply chain problems now, toss a major bridge across the Mississippi into the river or blow a rail line out in the middle of nowhere and see what happens then.

Cut a communications cable?

FUBAR.

The odds of something like this happening here are going up every day that we keep stirring the shit over in the Ukraine.

Something I’m positive The Sniffer In Chief has absolutely no idea of how to deal with.

But hey, still no mean Tweets, right?

My Niece had a bouncing baby boy this morning while I was at work.

Named him Calvin.

I had no choice.

It’s on the way.

Pay attention here.

That “E” on your gas gauge DOES NOT stand for “ENOUGH”.

MMMMkay?

Now if I could just get that through to The Wifely Unit.

I swear she is as bad as my dear departed Mother was 45 years ago.

At least she had the excuse of being dead broke all the time.

My Wife?

Not so much.

She ran around all day, walks in the door 15 minutes after I got home from work and announces that her Gas Light is on.

So naturally I ask, how long has it been on Dear?

“I don’t know”.

” I went to my sisters, took The Boy to the doctor, stopped by Fred Myers (to get some damned thing) and then noticed it on my way home”.

“I was praying to just get home.”

Praying to get home so my husband can take care of this shit is what she didn’t say.

So potentially the damned thing really could be empty at this point.

I went out in the shed, grabbed the gas can for the lawn mower, put 1/2 of it in and headed out to the same gas station she passed on the way home, knowing the gas light was on.

I paid EXACTLY one more dollar per gallon than I did just last week when I filled up my truck and put 10.8 gallons of gas in a 12 gallon tank, AFTER I had just dumped at least 1/2 a gallon in at home.

She was lucky this time, “E” was just barely, “ENOUGH”.

I don’t like playing that game.

Update;

Reader Greg put a fine point on it.