Hurry. The. Fuck. Up.

I’m with this guy.

Somebody needs to shit or get off the pot.

The constant teasing that “something is happening” has gotten real old, real fast at this point.

Because if shit doesn’t start happening pretty quick then all hell is going to break loose in this country.

All of the needed parameters are already in place.

The absolute lawlessness and the absolutely relentless flouting of it in our faces every fucking day is going to push the magic button one of these days.

Americans might be fat and lazy but historically we are the most capable killers on the planet when properly motivated.

If the legal system is so corrupt that it is beyond redemption and if the last check military won’t step up and do their sworn duty then average Americans are going to get a belly full and there are going to be a whole shit load of lamp posts getting decorated in a fucking hurry.

Once a taste of blood has been acquired then there will be no stopping it until there is nothing left to kill and there will be no quarter given.

I can actually visualize entire bloodlines being permanently exterminated.

I don’t even need to type in names at this point.

Everyone is well aware of the players that have been running amok for the last forty years.

Generational Criminal Dynasties.

We are all hoping that someone with the power to start the rectification process will make their move but we are also all getting damn tired of it not happening.

Because there are people in office who have the power to put a screeching halt to all of it right now.

You would think that the prospect of 50-100 million very capable people driven by blood lust looking for street justice might get their attention.

Then again, maybe that is what “THEY” are waiting for.

That would be a mistake of historic proportion.

There won’t be any “Good Guys” at that point.

If you had the power to put a stop to it and didn’t then you are just as guilty as the perpetrators.

Call JL5-2020

The Wifely Unit didn’t notice this until after she had pulled in next to it in a Walgreen’s parking lot and was getting ready to get out of the car.

That whole Keep Portland Weird shit must be spreading.

Well, Except For The Budweiser….

This is us.

Every year since we got together, the Wifely Unit does KFC for Christmas Eve dinner, I just put in my order.

Yeah, I got lucky and married up.

I have always been White Trash and proud of it.

My thanks to Mr. Paul S. for sending this my way, it’s perfect.

So whatever your tastes in Christmas dinner are, like us, just be grateful we have anything at all and say a prayer for those less fortunate.

Merry Christmas and Happy New year from my clan to yours and a special thanks to CederQ for taking this meager little Blog in a dirty little corner of the internet to a new level.

Very, very sincerely from yours truly,

Phil

I Literally Just Did This With Ammo

I had to run down to BiMart yesterday to get some stuff and just for shits and grins I stopped by the Sporting Goods desk to see if they had any .22 LR shells.

I was very pleasantly amazed to see that not only did they have some CCI in stock, they had 500 round boxes of Stingers on hand!

So I snagged two 50 round plastic boxes of regular .22LR and one of the 500 round boxes of Stingers.

Since I had to wrap a couple gifts for the Wifely Unit anyway, I wrapped up the Stingers, slapped a tag on it with my name on it from Santa and sneaked it in under the tree when she wasn’t looking.

She’s gonna pitch a fit because she asked me several times if I wanted some ammo for Christmas and I kept saying yes but she was talking 9mm and .556.

I haven’t seen Stingers in BiMart for years so I kinda cheated but in my defense, she never asked me if I wanted any .22 shells.

LOL!

Merry Christmas to me!

Give Me A Freakin’ Break

Audi comes out with an Electric SUV that transforms into a pickup.

So this thing is jam packed with gimmicky gizmo’s that are all “Creative Innovations”.

And I do mean jam packed.

From top to bottom and end to end.

All the cool rich kids are going to want this, right?

The problem with “Creative Innovations” is, when they stop working.

I wouldn’t even want to take a guess at what it would cost to fix that sliding rear glass mechanism or that fancy flip out steering wheel if it suddenly crapped out.

Pretty likely more that what I have been paying for entire vehicles for the last twenty years.

Nope, nope and nope.

You can have all of that crap.

Call me Old Fashioned all you want but I am going to keep my REAL TRUCK

as long as I possibly can.

You can have your D Cell Special on steroids.