An upcoming Fuckening… better buy lube.

Those of us that have been to college and used student loans and payed them back dutifully and gruelingly and those that paid their way by working and sacrificing and even those that never went to college are going to have to be burden by taxes of those too lazy, too stupid to analyze the job market and acquired degrees that are virtually useless. Both these memes illustrate our frustration and anger that we “Boomers” are complaining and voicing outrage. One has to wonder if in this “order” that those of us will be “forgiven” of our loans and be refunded the principal and interest, fees and any penalties incurred during the loan servicing? Probably not. I personally witnessed those that had taken basket weaving of lesbian persuasion and gender black studies take extended European vacations, and skiing trips over Christmas holidays and partied all weekend and those are the people hired at woke companies and can buy that EV, but not pay the loan. The rest of us worked our asses off and graduated as close to debt free as we can, due to the inflated costs of edumacation. Below my thesis is a post from Vox Populi, voxday.net where his argument, we boomers are crass and plain wrong about these dead beats shouldn’t be paying, a Jubilee as it where… you decide. Only item I agree with his argument is student loans are a scam and should never been legal in the first place.

A Good Start

Fake President Biden announces the first step in what we can hope is a path to forgiving all student debt and banning all student loans.

The president will forgive debts of up to $20,000 dollars for students who o went to college on Pell grants and $10,000 for students who did not receive Pell grants. Debt forgiveness only applies to individuals earning less than $125,000 or couples filing joint earnings of $250,000.

Don’t make the mistake of defending the wrong thing because bad or stupid people happen, for whatever reason, to be doing the right thing for a change. Student debt is a scam, it should never have been legal in the first place, and the law preventing student debt from being discharged.

Make no mistake: if you’re on the side of the bankers and the Boomers and the universities here, you are absolutely and without question choosing the side of evil. And there is no amount of solipsistic argumentum ad personalem is going to make your argument any more convincing or moral, or any less economically ignorant and churlish.

Don’t forget the Parable of the Unmerciful Servant either.

Then the master called the servant in. ‘You wicked servant,’ he said, ‘I canceled all that debt of yours because you begged me to. Shouldn’t you have had mercy on your fellow servant just as I had on you?’ In anger his master handed him over to the jailers to be tortured, until he should pay back all he owed.

And FFS, discharging debt is not inflationary, so don’t even think about trying to cite that sort of media ignorance at anyone. In a credit money economy, debt-forgiveness is literally deflationary.

UPDATE: Stonetoss shows how to silence the Boomercon critics.

Taken with no shame from Old NFO over at https://oldnfo.org/ Good advice he comes across…

Hillbilly Wisdom.

Your fences need to be horse-high, pig-tight and bull-strong.

Keep skunks, bankers, and politicians at a distance.

Life is simpler when you plow around the stump.

A bumble bee is considerably faster than a John Deere tractor.

Words that soak into your ears are whispered, not yelled.

The best sermons are lived, not preached.

If you don’t take the time to do it right, you’ll find the time to do it twice.

Don’t corner something that is meaner than you.

Don’t pick a fight with an old man. If he is too old to fight, he’ll just kill you.

It don’t take a very big person to carry a grudge.

You cannot unsay a cruel word.

Every path has a few puddles.

When you wallow with pigs, expect to get dirty.

Don’t be banging your shin on a stool that’s not in the way.

Borrowing trouble from the future doesn’t deplete the supply.

Most of the stuff people worry about ain’t never gonna happen anyway.

Don’t judge folks by their relatives.

Silence is sometimes the best answer.

Don‘t interfere with somethin’ that ain’t botherin’ you none.

Timing has a lot to do with the outcome of a rain dance.

If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop diggin’.

Sometimes you get, and sometimes you get got.

The biggest troublemaker you’ll ever have to deal with watches you from the mirror every mornin’.

Always drink upstream from the herd.

Good judgment comes from experience, and most of that comes from bad judgment.

Lettin’ the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier than puttin’ it back in.

If you get to thinkin’ you’re a person of some influence, try orderin’ somebody else’s dog around.

Live a good, honorable life. Then when you get older and think back, you’ll enjoy it a second time.

Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. Leave the rest to God.

Most times, it just gets down to common sense.

If it ain’t raining it is pouring. The ACL (Anterior Cruciate Ligament) in my right knee decided this morning it wanted to give up it’s ghost and dump me on my ass this morning…

While I was prepping my trailer on July 29th heading down to Phil’s place I experienced a small pop in my right knee and while painful did not interfere with my task. I drove down to Phil’s place and once there had more discomfort and less strength and dexterity. The pain and discomfort seemed to decrease so when it was time to move in I had some problems but got the job done with my brother’s help. Since then it has gotten worse, making it difficult to walk and sit for a length of time until this morning while standing from my recliner to get a refill of coffee it decided to tear all the way through and dump me on my ass on the floor… Dragged myself to my telephone to call my brother for assistance. Now don’t tell me I should have called a waaahbulance, I have a mortal fear and paranoia about the back of ambulances and will not willingly get into one. First and second heart attacks I had in swamp Alabama I drove myself 35 miles to the hospital. So spent the day at ER, then an Orthopedic clinic getting xrayed, MRI’d, poke, prodded and a diagnoses of a completely torn ACL… fuck the donkey I rode in on. I am home, knee wrapped bigger then my head and good drugs….

5 cents, 5 fucking cents….

Yesterday, after humping all my meager possessions up to my second floor apartment (Thank God for Otis Elevator) I got my apartment in what could be described as early college student decor… I went to the local supermarket for some grub as Phil wasn’t around to graciously feed me. Getting what would needed at the minimum to carry me over to early Sunday morn excursion to Wally Weird, so as to avoid most of the dieversity, screaming kids and super tanker land whales to sustain me for the month.

I put my grub on the check out conveyor and flirted with the young thang ringing up my purchase and stepped at the end looking around the store and the young thang asked “paper?” and I replied, “no, plastic is fine…” She looked at me funny and said, ” No, paper but the bag is 5 cents” , 5 cents for a bag, was my startled reply… Yes and no plastic bags unless it is one you bring in… What the fluck am I gonna use to line the fracken waste baskets? Two guys that had followed me in from the parking lot and had commented on my South Dakota tag and my Ornery Bastard on Board bumper sticker Phil had sent me were behind me in the check out line started busting out laughing at my ignorance and naivety to “OREGON COMMIE” way of life… fuck, my thought, what the unholy hell have I got myself into, 5 fucking cents for a paper bag where just a short time and one state away, paper and plastic bags were given away free gratis with your purchase, and you had a choice between paper or plastic. Five cents, not gonna break me, but the adage, “Nickel and Dime me to death” sure came to mind.

I called Phil that night to vent my building rage at the fucking 5 cent extortion I have been exposed to. When I left the Glorious Socialist State of Oregon in 2000, we only had a nickel a can and a dime a bottle “deposit” to contend with. I don’t ever believed in all the time I have talked with Phil over the phone that he truly had a belly laugh like that at my expense and Phil ain’t got a belly! I am sure between the tears of laughter he was obviously was trying to wipe away he explained the state of Oregon, and the state of Washington in their bloated, craven socialist utopia to implement a ‘tax/fee” to the unwashed deplorables for the temerity to insist they cut down trees to allow us proles to carry home our meager food stuffs. Wasn’t the eco-terrorists that exclaimed we need to switch to plastic bags because the trees were disappearing? Now, the plastic was degrading the landscape so we need to switch to trees? I can’t keep up with this shit. Phil went on to say I wasn’t even started yet with all the fees, wait until I register my truck and travel trailer and wait until I get my power bill… and when I learn all the rules our overlords have decreed upon high. What the hell have I heaped upon myself, is it too late to cut my loses and escape back to sanity and a modicum of freedom? Phil said , no, I am now here behind enemy lines for eventual combat. suck it up, embrace the suck was my thought. I called ChuckinBama and he laughed his ass too off at my apparent stupidity…and my rage over five fucking cents.

I was considering selling my travel trailer, but now have decided to keep it and also to pare down my belongings I toted around unused for over a year in case I finally get mad enough, or make a judicious escape from this paradise because I pissed some one off higher on the food chain or shot a karen/ken liberal asswipe and it seems that have multiplied since I lived here previously. Please keep me in your thoughts and prayers that I retain my sanity and I not let slip the dogs of sociopathic homicidal beserker.

A True Story From Gorge’s Grouse, https://gorges-smythe.blogspot.com/

A little old lady from North Carolina had worked in and around her family’s dairy farm since she was old enough to walk, with hours of hard work and little compensation…

So when canned Carnation Milk became available in grocery stores, she read an advertisement offering $5000 for the best slogan/rhyme beginning with “Carnation milk is best of all ….”

She said to herself “ I know all about milking cows and dairy farms… I can do this!”

She sent in her entry, and about a week later, a black limo drove up in front of her house… A man got out and said, “Carnation LOVED your entry so much, we are here to award you $1000, even though we WILL NOT Be able to use it…

Here is her entry:

Carnation Milk

Is best of all, No tits to pull ,

No hay to haul,

No buckets to wash,

No shit to pitch ,

Just poke a hole

In the Son-********