Normally I would say that I find it hard to believe that people could be this stupid but every time I do, they up their game to prove me wrong.

Thanks to The Tactical Hermit.

I’m sorry.

The Wifely Unit is pissed off now boy.

A couple weeks ago now I saw this old floor jack on Craigslist.

The guy says it’s a two ton and it works but it’s all rusty looking.

The ad said it had been posted like 17 days ago.

One look at the price though and I was on it like white on rice.

So I emailed him and never heard anything back for about a week.

Dang it.

This has happened before so just for shits and grins, I tried a different method of emailing him instead of Gmail.

A couple days later I finally get a reply.

Yes it’s still available, sorry it took so long to get back to me, he had gone hunting.

That was Monday.

According to the kinda close map on the ad, it looked like it was fairly close.

He said he didn’t get home until 5:30 and he would text me as I sent him my number.

Nothing again, until today.

Turns out he is like 4 minutes away.

My phone had been blowing up and it woke me up from a nap.

This guy, the pharmacy, CederQ, Irish and my youngest daughter.

All in the space of ten minutes.

So I get woke up, tell the wife I need to go pick up the pills today because I have 2 medical appointments tomorrow.

Google maps takes me to the wrong address.

I put in 13570 so and so street and the fucker took me to 14570.

So I am texting the guy and trying to find his place, wound up going down a Cul De Sac and on the way back out, see the guy standing one house down from where I had just driven past. Nice guy, early 30’s.

No luck hunting unfortunately.

He has the jack sitting on the sidewalk.

I give him the THIRTY DOLLARS he wanted for it and I took one look at it and went to getting the cherry picker in the ass of the truck deployed.

This thing has to weigh a hundred and fifty pounds, easy, plus it’s at least four feet long.

Here’s a crappy picture of it, I’ll take some better ones later and post them.

It was getting dark..

It’s blurry as hell but you get the idea.

It’s like the floor jacks you used to see at gas stations and tire shops back in the day.

For $30….

The Wifely Unit caught me red handed trying to push it in the garage and she is Big Mad now.

You would think she would learn by now but apparently not.

Which is why I don’t even bother telling her about shit like this anymore.

I have a Horror Freight 1.5 ton floor jack already.

Trying to pick up the ass of that Dodge don’t work so good.

I wind up underneath the bumper trying to jack the thing up and me no likey that shit.

Not too mention it barely get’s the thing picked up at all when it’s empty.

If this thing works like the guy says then I will be able to roll it underneath the differential and pump away clear of the back of the truck. And at $30, it was $20 cheaper than any seal kit I have seen to even rebuild a cheap Chinesium jack.

So sorry dear, you may be pissed off but there is a method to my madness.

Even if I have to pay to have this one re-sealed I will be money ahead.

You need to be all over this kind of shit.

Fucking Dumbass.

Thinks he is being cool.

Room temperature would work for me.

You Better, You Better, Be Lonely.

The lovely Miss Samantha Fish Live 2022.

She just keeps getting better and better.

Someone made that from scratch in their garage and it works flawlessly.

Easily converted to Full Auto at that point.

No serial number, no tax, untraceable and the best part is it is a Gun Grabbers worst fucking nightmare come to life.

Which is exactly why I am posting it.

Ye Olde Sten Submachine Gun.

I was at Home Depot today looking at something I couldn’t afford.

That screams High Maintenance.

These Democrats he mentions have committed enough crimes to send their rotten asses to prison for the rest of their lives yet Trump is the only one facing hundreds of years in jail.

There is going to come a time when their lawlessness is going to be repaid.

It’s inevitable.

CederQ was talking to reader Greg and Greg requested an Open Thread to discuss the current state of constant U.S. Warmongering.

I for one, am dumbfounded at the amounts of money FJB keeps pledging to everyone but United States Citizens to make all this unnecessary death and destruction possible.

Using general numbers without bothering to put up links, let’s just say that there are about 150 million working people in the United States who pay taxes.

Half of those are slaving away at minimum wage jobs, some two or more at a time.

I couldn’t even give you a wild ass guess as to how much money FJB has already given Ukraine to wage a proxy war against Russia but I know it’s Billions.

Many many Billions.

Now he is talking about a Hundred Billion for Israel and several hundred million for HAMAS, for “Humanitarian Reasons”.

Just where is all that “Money” actually coming from?

Our Great, Great Grandchildren at this point.

That Pinhead Janet Yellen said that we can absolutely afford to fight two wars at the same time.

Bitch please, we can’t even afford to fix the potholes in our roads right now as it is.

Food, rent, utilities, every one of us are getting our asses kicked just trying to keep a roof over our heads and food in our bellies.

The thing about all this throwing money we don’t have around is, is that every single one of us knows that absolutely giant sums of it are being skimmed right off the top for graft and kickbacks and very little of it actually gets used for it’s supposed intended purpose.

This state of constant war is the usual Bankers financing both sides to make money and to keep us distracted from the very long list of alleged criminal activity that has been getting exposed.

That list is very, very long at this point and so is the list of crooked politicians benefitting from it.

In the mean time, thousands of people are being maimed and killed as a result of all of this fuckery and they are the ones paying the ultimate bill for it.

Our Great Great Grandchildren have already been sold down the river before they are even a gleam in their Daddy’s eye.

At this point I’m going to step off the soap box and open it up for you guys to express your opinions.

Have at it, while you still can.

Mark my words they are going to let these Commie Leftist Asshole protesters walk away from overrunning the Capitol while over a hundred J6er’s still sit rotting in jail.

I noticed none of them got shot point blank in the neck already.

No tear gas, no DC cops instigating violence and no riot gear.

The Point of No Return approaches at light speed.

I will never forget one kegger party in particular, ever.

I was 18 years old and living with my Maternal Grandparents in Coos Bay Oregon.

5 guy’s I went to High school with all had a birthday within one week.

One of them came up with the bright idea of having a keg party to celebrate them all at once.

They picked a public park outside of Coquille Oregon out in the country.

Cherry Point Park if I remember correctly. It was about 25miles or so away.

Right in the middle of July so the weather was perfect.

My Grandfather actually had bought a piece of property just a couple miles up the road before you got there so I knew how to get there.

I didn’t have a car at the time and got a ride from one of my friends, who just happened to be one of the Birthday Boys.

We got there on a Friday evening.

These 5 guys had spread the word and took up a collection to buy the beer.

They were wildly successful and there were TWENTY TWO kegs of beer sitting in pickup beds, on ice in big water troughs and stacked up in a row in the little creek there.

I knew it was supposed to be a pretty big party but I was blown away.

I had taken my sleeping bag, a good sized Bong because we were all stoners back then and a tiny little one hit bong that fit inside of a coat pocket because it was a handy little sucker.

I had also brought about a half a carton of Marlboro’s.

There was already a shit load of people there and they just kept coming.

We all started partying, people were blasting Rock and Roll out of their cars and shit and the party just kept getting bigger.

I couldn’t tell you how many times I got drunk and passed out but it was several.

I partied until I was partied out on Friday night.

I woke up on Saturday and immediately started right back in.

Meanwhile, more people, including a bunch of Bikers that one of my friends were pals with showed up.

What I didn’t find out until later was that the buddy I got there with had decided to go with some other guy back into town for something and had gotten into a head on wreck somewhere between the park and town.

Nobody got killed but all involved wound up in the local hospital.

About an hour after I heard about it, three Sheriff cars pulled into the park and all hell broke loose.

People running around all over hiding weed and trying to hide.

I ran over and stuffed my Bong inside my sleeping bag and got yelled at by a cop but he had his attention diverted before he could single me out.

Absolute bedlam.

This was late Saturday afternoon and by then there was probably a hundred and fifty drunk people inside that park, including the Bikers.

Half of them were under age like me.

The cops told everybody to line up, legal age in one line and under age in another.

They started reading us the riot act and then one of them made the mistake of telling us that they were going to confiscate the beer.

Oh hell no you aren’t.

150 drunk and rowdy people versus maybe eight cops with no back up?

First one of the Bikers took a couple steps forward and then the whole crowd surged forward,

Every one of those cops put their hand on their gun and started looking for a place to go.

Realizing they well might have to shoot their way out, the Big Kahoona Sheriff made a snap decision that more than likely saved a lot of bloodshed.

He told his guys to back up and told us that in light of the situation, they were going to leave the beer, not run anyone in and let the party continue on the conditions that nobody was to drive anywhere until they were completely sober.

They knew damn good and well there was weed all over, not to mention about a hundred underage drunk and rowdy kids but it was absolutely the smart thing to do so off they went.

The party started right back up and everyone was all excited that they were going to leave us alone.

I went back over to my sleeping bag to retrieve my Bong and when I opened it up I found three more stuffed in there!

Apparently other people saw me do it and took advantage of the situation.

I partied until I fell down again Saturday night and when I woke up Sunday the party was still going but it was toned down a whole lot.

Shorty after I woke up and grabbed a beer it dawned on me that I hadn’t eaten anything since Friday afternoon.

There was food there but I was too busy drinking.

About mid morning I decided that I had had about enough and then I remembered that I didn’t have a ride home.

I spread the word and pretty soon I got hooked up with some guy I had never met before who said that he was heading back to Coos bay and I was welcome to tag along.

He had about a 64 or 65 Buick, mid size, I couldn’t tell you what model except that it was a two door and it ran.

I threw my sleeping bag in the back seat and piled in.

He seemed to be sober enough to drive and we started in talking about the party and such on the way.

We mad it back to Highway 101 and started North back to Coos Bay.

I was still about half loaded but even back then I was an alert co pilot.

He was busy trying to keep the rig between the lines when we go around this corner and here sits a State Cop.

He wasn’t speeding or anything but I looked over and told him that we were going to get pulled over.

Bigger than shit the cop pulls out behind us and gets behind us.

He followed us for at least a mile and flipped the lights on right before we got up to an old weigh station and pull out.

He asks for the usual license registration etc. and then tell this guy that the reason he pulled us over was because the back license plate was all muddy and he couldn’t read it and there was something leaking out of the back onto the road.

He wants to see what’s in the trunk.

So this guy gets out, I get out and all three of us walk around to the back of the car.

This guy pops the trunk and I shit you not, the entire thing is full of ice and beer.

All the way across and right to the top.

The ice was melting and the water is running out the ass onto the road.

Then he asks if we been drinking and wants to know how old I am. By this time I gotta piss like a ruptured goat but now he wants to search the car too.

Bigger than shit he finds the Bong and I ‘m thinking I’m going to jail.

You have to remember this is 1978 and the cops are DEATH on weed back then. Plus, this was a STATE COP.

Then a miracle happened.

He told me to put the Bong in the trunk, tells the guy to dip a rag in the ice water and clean his license plate off and we are free to go!

No breathalyzer, field sobriety test, nothing.

I tell the cop I really gotta take a leak so he tells me to walk up behind some six foot tall pine trees on the hill right next to the car so no one can see me.

While I’m standing there I remembered that tiny little pocket bong that he didn’t find because he never searched us personally so I stashed it behind another little tree just in case.

After that he told us to drive safely and let us go.

Somebody was really looking out for my narrow little ass that whole weekend.

This guy driving takes me right to my Grandparents driveway and drops me off. Nice guy, I never saw him again.

Of course I caught some hell from my Grandma for being gone for three days but I was good to go basically.

Remember I told you that my Grandfather bought a piece of property not far from that park?

3 weeks later we went up there to do some improvements.

On the way home I told him I had to piss right before we got to that same weigh station pull out. I got out, took a piss on the same tree and reached over, grabbed my tiny little bong that was still sitting there and put it in my pocket.