Darwin Award contestants.

This to go with Cederq’s previous post.

It’s amazing what I can get done when nobody is fucking with me and there isn’t some kind of bullshit drama going on.

I managed to get set up and cut both keyways in that shaft today so I could mock this thing up after almost a month.

Between the big assed Aluminium block and the Pillow Block Bearings, the center of the shaft is almost at the exact same center height as the shaft in the electric motor I am hoping to replace it with.

I still have to tighten a bunch of set screws down, clean the pulleys up and figure out the exact place it is going to sit but I need to make sure I don’t need to use that Mill for anything else first because I have to take the motor and wiring out to mount this thing.

One step closer though.

No need to snicker, I laugh at myself all the time.

I gotta say that even though this is Basic Machining 101 and the kind of stuff rookies get assigned to do in the real world, I am still so proud of myself that I could split.

My first successful keyway using the old Smithy 3 in 1 machine.

I say successful because of course I had to screw one up first.

My blind old ass used the wrong sized cutter on the first attempt and I didn’t catch it until I went to test fit the key.

Ah well, live and learn eh?

I’m still pretty proud of myself. No adult supervision and I didn’t even break anything.

One down, one to go.

This is another one I am pecking away at.

As usual, it’s one step forward and two steps back.

In this video I try to take the time and articulate my very sincere gratitude to everyone who has helped me out here.

In my opinion, I failed miserably to convey my feelings.

I want you all to know that my appreciation apparently greatly exceeds my ability to express it.

Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.

This is how it’s supposed to be done.

Lara Logan opens the bomb bay doors and let’s it fly here.

I would say that anyone who gets their news from the MSM would go into shock if they listened to this.

In other words, it’s a Must Watch.

I’m still trying to get used to waking up when I used to go to bed for the better part of a decade.

A homeless Shanty Town during the Great Depression,

Homeless Camps in California right now.

They literally stretch for miles and miles.

Somewhere between 1929 and 1935,

Sometime between 2020 and 2022,

Do you know what the difference is?

It’s the difference between a Deflationary Depression and an Inflationary Depression.

It’s going to get much much worse here very soon as the purchasing power of the Federal Reserve Note goes down the tubes and the Inflationary Spiral we are in shoots for the Moon at the same time.

And every bit of it is being done intentionally.

The FBI, the MSM, Twatter, Fakebook, and every Liberal outlet on the planet tried to bury this before the election because they all knew it would kill Biden’s chances in a flat second if the Normies got wind of what is really on Hunter’s Laptop.

The Hookers, the drugs, the emails, more drugs, the shady business dealings, the bitching about “!0% For The Big Guy”, meaning Joe was skimming the graft, the under age sex,

Pictures and videos of Hunter banging not only his dead brother’s wife but her daughter too, there is so much dirt on that laptop that I wouldn’t be surprised if some Dem Muckey Mucks literally had heart attacks when the news of what was on it it being in private hands went public.

Rudy Gliulliani swears he gave a copy of it to the Delaware State Police.

Delaware being the place Dementia Joe has his little Mafia Syndicate home offices at.

Oh it’s bad.

It’s real, real bad.

And it is coming back around now in a big way.

Watch the first five minutes of this.

I’d be drunk and passed out by Ten A.M, sleep it off, get drunk again and pass out, sleep it off and THEN go out and party!

I’m not even joking.

It took rigorous training to get in shape for that shit.

It’s funny I don’t miss that nearly as much as I used to.

Thank God.

I’m built just like my Dad and he was built just like his.

Tall, skinny, no ass and a little pot belly.

When I quit drinking and went to work for that last asshole outfit, I worked so hard that I eventually wound up punching four new holes in my belt to keep my britches from falling off.

There may be one more coming.

If I get any skinnier I may have to get some suspenders to go with it.

Gandor, Gandy, Gandolf, something like that.