It’s definitely worth your time, she has a great grasp of the situation and lays it out very well.

I know I did…

If you have never heard of Stephen Miller, start paying attention.

600,000.

We are fucked.

If you know any younger folks who haven’t decided what they want to do or are looking for a path forward, here ya go.

Since you’ve seen some weird fucking shit.

Jesus Christ, the mind doth verily BOGGLE at the abject stupidity of the raging Leftoids over in Portland Oregon.

Portland Anarchists FIREBOMB Rapper Ice Cube’s Tour Bus After Reportedly Mistaking It for ICE Deportation Bus

ICE, as in Immigraction and Customs Enforcement.

Radical anarchists reportedly firebombed the tour bus of rapper Ice Cube, apparently confusing it for an ICE deportation vehicle.

The fire occurred early Tuesday morning, September 23, 2025, shortly after Ice Cube’s performance at the Moda Center on his “Truth to Power: 4 Decades of Attitude Tour.”

Video footage showed the tour bus with its front passenger tire on fire and heavy smoke rising from the vehicle parked near Southwest Broadway and Oak Street, according to KPTV.

Portland Fire & Rescue crews responded quickly, extinguishing the flames and ventilating the smoke. The incident left the bus with a shattered driver’s side window and visible scorch damage along its exterior.

I’m sorry but I literally cannot wrap my head around the level of ignorance and ferality that has taken over parts of Portland at this point.

Thankfully and finally, President Trump is sending Military forces in to protect the FEDERAL ICE building and other Federal properies over in NW Portland and hopefully the retarded motherfuckers will step up to the plate, take that bait and we will finally see some righteous head busting and bodies being dragged into custody.

I cannot wait to see that shit being broadcast all over the world in living color.

My youngest daughter called me last night asking if she could come over so I could look at her little hoopty, saying it was making a noise when she made turns. I said of course, come over about 11:00 in the morning to give me time to get woke up and have some coffee.

So she shows up a little past 11 this morning. I get in and have her ride shotgun and go to back out of the driveway. Right off the get go I hear some squeal/grinding shit going on in the right front.

We get out on the street and I start zig zagging listening for bad bearings or some other shit and it goes away. As soon as I tapped the brakes, there it is again. I didn’t even get half way down one block. Back into the driveway and I go open the garage door.

I told her it sounds like brakes and she starts protesting that she will take it to some guy she knows who works cheap.

So I give her a glare and start jacking the thing up.

I went and stretched out an air hose, got a big screwdriver for the hub caps and grabbed my 1/2 drive impact and flip socket for lug nuts.

Lemme tell ya, I ain’t moving real fast and every time I go to do something grunting noises escape.

Before I could jack hers up I had to pick up the ass of the Sprite so I could grab a couple of jack stands. Pretty soon I have hers up in the air and get the tire off.

Bigger than shit the brake pads are looking mighty slim.

She is still making noises about taking it to this other guy so I shut that down and told her I was putting brakes on it, period.

I called up and got some brake pads set out, $80 sounded pretty high to me and should have been a clue but off we go and pick them up.

I get a pretty hefty discount at this place so it actually came out to $50 something. We get back and open the box and sure as shit they aren’t right. We go back up there, find out the guy thought I said rear pads and get the right ones.

$30 something, 3 cans of Brake Clean for my fee and back we come.

Of course The Wifely Unit is out there now so I give her a good glare to make sure she ain’t piping up about shit she knows nothing about and I tear into it. I had the girl pull up a folding chair and I start showing and explaining how to do this and why we are doing various parts of the chore. I also gave her a brief explanation of how the hydraulics work in a brake system. When I took the inside pad out, I showed her the little Squealer tab sticking out and explained what it does and how that was what was making the noise she was hearing, letting her know she needed new brakes.

I finally got the passenger side done, we dragged everything over to the other side and then I sat down in the folding chair and started pointing.

I’m not kidding, she knocked it right out!

We wrapped it up, put most of the tools away and I had her get in, start it and hit the brakes. Naturally the pedal went to the floor on the first try so I had her pump them up until she had a good pedal and off we went. I had her drive. No noise when we backed out, I explained how to burnish the new pads and break them in and then we took off on a little test drive.

No noise, no vibration, a good pedal and a job well done. I was just as proud of her as she was of herself.

She is a good girl, all of my kids turned out to be great people and I was glad I could help her save a bunch of money.

At one point she tells me that she remembered standing on my floor jack when she was little, pumping it up and then riding it down when she turned the handle. Of course she had to show me.

I got a chuckle out of that.

The things kids remember from their childhood eh?

I’ll be damned if I can remember this guy, apparently he was friends with Elvis and also this song was already 16 years old when this was taped live in 1974.

I’ll leave a quote from him I found in the Youtube comments.

“I don’t know if I was ahead of my time, but I knew I couldn’t be Elvis or Jerry Lee because I couldn’t sing. So I devoted all of my time and my energy and my soul into my guitar and sound, like punching holes in my speaker.” – Link Wray, 1998

I first saw this over on X with the title of “The Only Instrumental To Ever Be Banned From Radio”

Fuckin’ tightasses must have been skeered spitless..

I think it is pure, distilled Rock and Roll, boiled down to it’s bare essence.

I found this over at Pete’s place this morning and it hit me hard for some reason. The only thing I would add is that I did it hurting too.

Some days lately I wake up hurting and I go to bed hurting. But I still get up and take care of shit every fucking day while the world turns to shit around me.

Just like I have for the last 45 years.

BINGO.

Gov’t Mule.

This is good shit.