The Stink Of Desperation

While I was up doing my thrice weekly Cardio Rehab Torture Session I got a freaking text from the DeSantis campaign.

I’m sure it was one of those phone texts that nobody reads responses to but I couldn’t help myself.

Give it up dude.

You were an Also Ran before you got started.

They Are Serious

Listen closely and understand that they think they can actually do this.

They seem to think they can do this on a global scale,

In the first place you dumb fucks, nobody voted for you.

Nobody wants you and if you keep fucking around you are definitely going to find out.

What’s Up Jack?

I was pretty busy all day yesterday and I’m paying for it this morning but things aren’t going to get done laying around on my ass.

It was clear and cold yesterday and today looks to be the same. Ice on the lawn until it warmed up about Noon.

I had to replace a leaky flapper valve in a toilet in the master bedroom bathroom and also fix a stopped up aerator at the end of a faucet. I tried soaking it in that calcium and lime deposit remover stuff first. I poured some in a baggy and taped it around the spigot and let it soak for over an hour but no love. I wound up taking it apart and poking a dentist’s pick through the holes and cutting off the plastic cover on the top of the damn thing but it works now.

I was just cleaning up and putting things away when The Kid texted me.

He somehow killed the brand new battery on the old Chevy and he couldn’t get it to jump start so I had to drive up to his place to help him out.

I tried using my truck but I’m thinking the jumper cables he had weren’t worth a shit.

I wound up dragging the Horror Fright jumper box out from behind the seat and finally got it going. I had him follow me back here and I stuck a battery charger on it.

I found this old battery charger up around the corner sitting on the curb for free. It looked like it had been dropped out of a third story window a couple of times and there weren’t any wheels on it. I spent two days pounding it back to a semi rectangular shape and then fixing everything wrong with it. I had the axle and wheels left over from my Horror Fright horizontal band saw and they fit perfectly. I also replaced all the broken and missing cord retainers on the back. I’m giving it to The Kid because I already have one.

Then he and The Wifely Unit went out for the rest of the day.

That finally allowed me to drag the floor jack I bought the other day out and start fixing it.

The front wheels were both froze up and one of the swivel wheels in the back was too.

I literally had to use a hammer to drive the front wheels half way off after removing the retainer cap to get to the needle bearings. I’m thinking they hadn’t been lubricated since it left the factory sixty years or so ago.

Same with both swivel wheels.

I probable messed with the thing for four hours but I think it’s good to go.

Just for scale, both of these floor jacks are rated at 2 tons lifting capacity.

Umm, yeah.

I’m pretty sure I know which one I would rather use to lift up the ass of that 5200 pound Dodge 3/4 ton truck.

The Weaver is long enough that I don’t have to have my head underneath the back bumper to operate and that 2 ton rating is a pretty conservative estimate in my opinion.

I think I did pretty good for $30….

It is big and it takes up a lot of room but that just means I’ll have to get rid of some more crap.

Win Win.

Anvil + Brass Ball + Rubber Mallet = Broken Brass Ball

We’ve all been there.

We’ve seen stuff get torn up, broken and mangled by certain people who have a special gift for total destruction without breaking a sweat.

Things that either shouldn’t be able TO BE broken or should at least, take extraordinary effort to do so.

Case in point.

Today at work, we got a call on the radio from a supervisor saying that this THING, got broken.

When we went to investigate, our jaws hung open at what we saw.

What the hell I am looking at you may ask?

That is a solid steel shaft, FOUR INCHES IN DIAMETER, broken clean in half.

This is the other end of it.

Do you have any idea how much force it takes to break something like that in half?

A Lot doesn’t begin to cover it.

Yet somehow, some way, someone figured out how to do that today.

More than likely not on purpose but there it is.

This is the kind of shit I get to deal with on occasion.

I won’t even tell you what it took to get apart and set on the ground, it was eight feet up.

Still beats the shit out of sitting in a cubicle all day though.