How the fuck am I unreasonable? Don't be that way.
Is it really that hard to go to Dollar Tree and buy yourself a twelve inch adjustable wrench? They have 'em. Good'ns. They run five bucks, and they sell this crow bar multi-task tool, also five bucks, and I damn near creamed the Bermudas seeing a claw hammer your family would be proud to be seen with. They got decent locking pliers for five bucks, too. It's a goddam feat. Economic marvels.
I carry a twelve inch adjustable wrench everywhere I go. Some jag-off pulls shit on the horizontal planer at work he gets one elbow cracked from behind. Hurts to fuck. Then I yell in his asshole face, "Hey asshole, quit fucking around on the horizontal planer, asshole."
Hit the guy's elbow with the flat part, where the adjustment screw is at. That could save you having to send out for a new planer cutter disk set up. That'll run more than five bucks, I'll tell you that.
We was learned this shit good in the farm belt where I'm from. Thanks for reading.
People everywhere were happier and more sociable when there was abundant lead based wall paint and asbestos shag rugs in the kid's play rooms. Safety. Before everyone was forced like slaves to buy safety equipment, goggles for fuck sake, there was more disposable income for cigarettes and alcohol. Now everyone is dying of fentanyl. What assholes.
Intellectualism, once prized on the East Coast, has been eating shit. Universities have become the worst places for free thinking people. And no asbestos. Fuckers. They killed all their mold spores, and are barren. No silverfish flazzing out from under unsanitary claw foot bath tubs. Asbestos ceiling tiles. Safety. Make's you puke.
No more lead water pipes and the H20 is shitty, like out a hyena's bung. Giraffe whiz. Ape droppings. City water. Just spike it with LSD. People will love it.
I wish there was a comprehensive position break-down in politics. Not so. Uncertainty is up. Know-how no longer matters. No place to apply it. One needs loose nuts and bolts to give the adjustable wrench a work out. No dice. What used to be grass roots politics is now compliance. Shit. No traction. Useful idiots blowing each other for the team.
The new way is to accept silent invisibility. Free speech used to matter. Now it's shit.
Thanks for reading.
Hello everyone, Trump is a swine, I don't support the SOB, I don't support politicians, and I feel like vomiting at the thought of our asshole two party system which no one is any longer capable of navigating with any degree of ethics or honor.
Oh, hello again. Here's the shit that's cooking upstairs: I'm thinking there may be a plan to transition the US economy from a very fucked up service economy to a reasonably functioning consumer manufacturing economy. Washing machines and lawn tractors. Dinnerware made here and not in China or Pakistan. Less people working in government and non-government agencies. More factories. Less dependence on government.
I think Trump's plan for right now is to scare people off the welfare system and into what is hoped to become the new semi-skilled labor market. The threat to cut SNAP benefits is like a dull Claymore sword swinging both directions at the poor folks. If it works, people will be more willing, by necessity, to accept lower paying jobs than would be preferred. This will stink for a lot of people, as the cost of housing is exorbitant and beyond the means of the working poor. OTOH, if the fed subsidizes affordable housing programs and at state and city level the money isn't, like per normal, stolen or pissed away on BS, the United States could see a programatic shift from social economics (and corruption) to relatively honest, straight forward goods and services in a private, relatively free market economy.
The cost of real estate needs to go down. The high cost of that shit has been crippling the economy, at household level, for decades now. Pittsburgh used to be affordable, now it's over-priced and hostile. Bad work on the part of leadership. Tsk. If there was a goal to work toward now, it's to achieve a low rent/low wage economy commensurate with consumer manufacturing business models. Thanks for reading.
No secret about wine. 'in vino veritas.' No liars. Only the truth when winos guzzle wine.
Hi. I'm Jolly Bruce, vintner, and I grow grapes that smell like shit. They have to, for the wine to be authentic. Wine lovers hate mendacity. I could blow chunks thinking about anyone breaking with tradition. My people mixed shitty vino for ages now. Why change?
Buy your ass a case of Colon Cancer Reserve. It's white wine. Fucking near Gewertztraminer, but it has pigeon shit floating in it like a colloidal suspension. It's customary to drink around the droppings, as we say on the Continent. People over there are so much better than stupid assholes here.
Americans are hopeless barbarians living off the charity of delusional progressives, while an old guard of conservative people plan outright annihilation of non-sentient ugly peons. Blue bloods only. Enjoying case after case of wine from Bleeding Anus Vineyards.
This post is complete BS. I'm the founding member of Shitfart Galleries. I'm going to show paintings painted by painters who fart, loudly, unpredictably and happily. Art appreciators are welcome to come fart with the artists and me. I like to fart, loudly, with strangers, who are farters waiting to make more friends who paint paintings and fart.
I need people to understand me. There is no relationship between art objects and flatulence. The two integers stand alone and mute among what Shitfart Galleries are, philosophically.
Art lovers are free, encouraged, in some cases, for extra-ordinary shit, paid to break wind. I shall install turbine generators that make malodorous free electricity. Everyone should fart for lower utility costs. But it's more than that. We have feelings
I feel better farting!
