It’s just that not all of them are visible.

I have seen some fucked up shit in my day.

If you grew up in the 70’s this will look familiar.

I will add my story after the video.

It appears that young Terry and I both admired famous stunt man Evel Knievel.

Back in the early 70’s, my Dad went through a spell of racing motorcycles. He had a Yamaha 250 Enduro that he stripped down and raced on the local dirt tracks around the Portland Oregon/ South West Washington area.

Because he was middling good at it, that meant that he would crash the thing once in a while and have to replace parts on it. Things like handlebars and clutch levers.

In 1971, I was 11 years old and my Dad had recently remarried to a woman with 2 boys. That meant me and my brother plus those 2 made 4 boys in the house. They had 2 male cousins that were around quite a bit so that made 6 of us. By that tender age, I was already tearing things apart to see how they worked and I had basically built, as far as I know, the worlds first BMX bike.

Remember, this was in 1971, over 50 years ago.

I took the Banana seat off and put an old Schwynn single seat on it, took the chain guard off, put a knobby back tire on the front and the back and spent a great deal of trial and error making an old set of my dads reject motorcycle handle bars fit on it.

The closest picture I could find was this but the handlebars were a lot wider.

Between the 6 of us, we got into all kinds of trouble. We were always playing ball out in the street and one day I came up with the idea of painting a 100 foot football field with 5 and 10 yard lines painted on both sides of the road out in front of the house. Eventually we added 3 bases and street hockey goals too.

Because I was such a fan of old Evel Knievel, we built a plywood ramp and set it out at the end of this measured out field and we started seeing who could jump the farthest on our bikes.

We did this for quite a while. We lived just off Killingsworth avenue on 48th street, 2 houses off of Killingsworth, which was 4 lanes wide.

One day I got a real long run at the plywood ramp and jumped a measured 32 feet on my home made BMX bike.

Back then, that was a long ways, on the pavement,

Everybody lined up and tried to beat me, My younger brothers gave it a hell of a try but one’s bike took a hard left on impact and he hit a small pear tree head on and actually wound up stuck in the forked trunk when he landed, my other brother’s bike literally broke in half and he ate an asphalt sandwich.

Fucked him up pretty good and when Mom found out how he got so tore up our fun was over for a while.

Meanwhile, there was this old woman who lived across the street who had had her front lawn replanted and was always bitching like hell when one of our balls or hockey pucks would land in her yard and we would run up and get it. This happened quite often. She finally got pissed off enough that she called the city and demanded that they come out and remove all the lines we had painted for our foot ball field.

The joke was on her.

Whoever the guys were that came out to do that either thought we had come up with something cool or they decided that the old bitch needed a good lesson. When we came home from school, all the lines we had painted had been sand blasted off. In the exact places where the lines were.

Now they were permanently etched into the street.

My hat is off to those guys to this day.

So anyway, the kid in the video absolutely reminded me of me, now fifty odd years later and some of the shit we did to entertain ourselves.

Listen to the stats this lady rattles off and realize that we have all been and are being, poisoned.

Every Fucking Day.

Chem trails, food additives, Medicines, weed control chemicals, vaccines, our entire environment is a toxic stew.

And every bit of it is intentional.

These are the results,

Know ye well that Big AG and Big Pharma are going to do everything possible to stop him from fixing this shit too.

I agree. I hate pineapple on my pizza.

Must have left a wide margin.

I ain’t Sicillian, I have a bunch of Irish though and I never, EVER, forget when someone fucks me over.

Ever.

So I can absolutely agree with this guy’s message.

None of this Kumbaya horse shit until several THOUSAND dirty motherfuckers get what they got coming first.

They aren’t even DONE fucking us over and I will guarantee that they will keep fucking us until the minute Donald Trump puts his hand on the bible come January 20th.

People like you and me who aren’t afraid to tell politicians to get fucked, like this guy.

Good OnYa Dude.

NBC just broke in after a football game to inform us that Joe Fucking Biden is pardoning his Crackhead Pedo son Hunter.

Here is the sauce from CNN,

President Biden pardons his son Hunter Biden

By Marshall Cohen, CNN

Published 7:32 PM EST, Sun December 1, 2024

WashingtonCNN — 

President Joe Biden announced Sunday that he pardoned his son Hunter Biden, who was convicted earlier this year of federal gun and tax crimes.

This story is breaking and will be updated.

Like nobody saw this coming, here is my shocked face.

They were bad enough back when I was semi- healthy.

Now that I have no blood flow to my legs they fucking kill me.

Ya gotta get down on your knees, stick the thing on the hole and push enough to leave an imprint of that little piece sticking out, then pull it back out and cut it out with a razor knife and then push it back all the way in. After just two if them I almost wasn’t able to get back on my feet I hurt so bad.

I had gone up and bought 10 of the damn things because it got down to freezing around here and The Wifely Unit had got on my ass about them a couple days ago.

I was just happy the hardware store actually had some unlike last year.

I wound up using 6 of the 10 and literally had to stop and let the blood catch up after only 4.

Hurting like a bastard, I willed myself to get down and finish the other 2.

While I was up getting them, The Kid texted and me and informed me that he was coming over to do a “Tune Up” on his girlfriends car.

Nice to get some advance warning eh?

Like he knows what the fuck he is doing?

This after I put a starter in my cousin’s rig on Friday. He’s a good kid and there weren’t any mechanic shops that weren’t booked up for 2 weeks and he, his Mom and her BF had come down earlier in the year and helped clean up the yard so I had no problem helping out.

Thankfully I didn’t have to crawl under the fucker, just take the battery and tray out so I could get to it. The Kid and this tune up is another story. I can guarantee you that he doesn’t even know there are special sockets for spark plugs, that you have to gap them or anything. So I will wind up out there giving a class on it and it’s cold outside.

There’s no rest for the wicked. I have to go in and get a Cat Scan again tomorrow morning. Hopefully this will be one of the last hold up’s before surgery. After 19 fucking months….

Because I’m going to.

Spineless fucking pussies are all on the take and don’t want to rock the boat.

After getting fooled yet once again in my last post….

This gives you an excellent visual of the scope of the flooding in INDIA for fuck’s sake.

Eagle eyed commenter theswede  pointed out what I missed, the names of the towns are in India for fuck’s sake.

Once again I had good intentions and got fucked for not paying close enough attention.

Dammit!

And here 50 some days later there are still people living in fucking tents now that the temperatures are down into the 20’s and a wind chill of -8 degrees.

There are government officials who need to go to fucking jail over the intentional lack of disaster response here.