Listen close.

You best pay attention to her closing remarks. If the traitorous bastards that are currently in power have their way, the only people in this country that will be able to protect themselves are the government and the criminals. The question is, do you acquiesce to a government that wants you to be a defenseless sheep, or do you lean on one of your birthrights as an American? Our forefathers amended our Constitution for a reason.

“A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed.”

Keep your powder dry. I shit you not, you’re going to need it before long.

H/T to Ron H. for the video.

A sad commentary.

H/T to JC for the image.

Rate the babe, 2-26-11

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And you call ME a redneck???!?

Shut yer pie hole till you’ve read this!

A month or so ago I realized I lost my winter gloves. My wife, being a very nice person, picked me up a new pair of black neoprene warmness. Sweet, right? I thought so.

These new gloves seemed to be working out really well. They fit better than the missing pair and are warmer to boot.

We have had a bit of winter weather here of late, so this morning I put on my new gloves to go scrape the windows and notice that the seam of the palm on one glove has split open; not all the way through, but open nonetheless. Well shit!

This evening rolls around and the wife and I do our nightly routine; we get caught up on the days events. Eventually I get around to mentioning the new gloves. “Shit. That sucks,” was the first thing out of her mouth, followed almost immediately by, “I can fix that.”

We are watching television and she brings out her sewing kit. I wasn’t really paying attention to what she was doing, until I seen something odd; she had a piece of string she was coloring with a marks-a-lot. WTMF?!?

“Uh, baby, what the fuck are you doing?” I am still having a hard time processing why it would be necessary to take a marker to string. “Well, this is nylon string and I only have it in white. Don’t worry, I have done this before. You’ll never know the difference. Once I get your glove sewed up, I’ll touch up what looks white.”

Huh?

Yes folks, that’s right, turns out you have to add nylon string and a marks-a-lot to your redneck survival kit of duct tape and bailing wire.

And I am a redneck?!?!?

Btw, she done an excellent job of repairing the gloves, and true to her word, you sure as shit can’t tell it was sewn back together with string that was born white.

THIS is a marching band!

H/T to Roy.

Getting older sucks.

H/T to Roy.

Rate the babe, 2-19-11

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Friday Chuckle, 2-18-11

H/T to JC.

Pretty cool shit.

Germans are at their best when they are building something.

H/T to Roy.

Fucked over yet again.

Most of you who have read this blog for any appreciable amount of time know that my divorce from my ex-wife Talley, aka The Evil One, was a less than amicable one; horrendous is a word that comes to mind. The cunt has been a constant thorn in my side. She turned everyone in her family against me immediately. Yeah, yeah…blow me, I am not looking for sympathy. That type of instant relationship destruction happens in every divorce.

The one person that could not, and would not, buy into the party line about what a fucking asshole I allegedly was, was Talley’s dad. That always amused the shit out of me. I love and admire Chris, and I probably always will. He is a man’s man. He walks it like he talks it. He never assumes that what his bitch daughter says is true without verifying it. He makes his own decisions and never allows himself to be led around by the nose by his, or anyone elses’, emotions…until February 8, 2011.