If only GM had this much creativity

I bet you can't find one of these in Japan. Too bad the fellow in the article was cited for driving a bar stool under the influence of alcohol. This is the ultimate Liquor-Cycle, just motor on up to the bar. The only thing it lacks is about forty bright yellow stickers to warn you about the dangers inherent in a gas powered bar stool. Those poor alcoholics can't get a break. Some local assemblyman wants a law passed to license, tax and regulate Liquor-Cycles. That's one way to stop our citizens that are moonshine challenged from driving to work at 5 am in the frigid rain on their little Vespa's. Just another reason to sit home and collect welfare, burp!

You Can Have Any Color But Black

Henry Ford said "you can have any color you want as long as it's black". The Nanny-State has now taken over our color palette. If the auto makers had any testes, they would just stop selling cars to those morons on the left coast. We already have to have special cars that meet California emission standards; they cost more, lack performance and get fewer mpg. My buddy brought his 72 Chevrolet Caprice SS to So-Cal and in order to pass emissions they de-tuned it to the level of a Plymouth Duster. Twenty minutes later we were back adjusting the timing and replacing the glass-packed mufflers. Personally, I don't like black or white cars, I prefer gray. The future California models will have solar panels on the roof, a wind turbine on the hood and a hydroponic garden growing on the dashboard.

There could be a racial component to this latest bit of fascism. Why are they singling out black cars? If you are worried about heat absorption why not just chrome the vehicle and call it a Dutch-Oven? I think these Greenies should go further and outlaw air conditioning. Imagine The Housewives of Orange County stuck on the I-5 dripping wet like some kind of farm animal. I'd pay to see that.

Who is John Galt?

The Hand That Cocks The Trigger.........

CP and I went to the range for practice. Tomorrow is our course for our concealed carry permits. This is actually CP's first shot. As usual, she shoots better than me. I don't think she will have any trouble qualifying in the morning. She sings better than me, she plays the fiddle better than me, and now she shoots better than me!

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When Babba needs a new pair of shoes for work it is a quest. About a year ago one of my "Faded Glory" Wal-Mart cheapie work shoes went missing. I think it got thrown into the laundry with all the dirty scrubs no one ever puts in the bin. My mind turned to my co-worker, who had been hobbling around on one leg after a motorcycle accident... Naturally he came under suspicion.

After years of looking, my favorite shoes made a return to the " Big Box Store". However, after returning three pairs I'm unable to rekindle the bliss that was my prior work shoes. For the last year I have been wearing an old pair of New Balance sneakers that are so worn out that when I step in blood I can tell what type it is.

This is all leading up to my account of my weekly Saturday morning trip to Wally's to return the shoes. Usually it's a quick, no hassle transaction that results in $21 cash in my hand. This morning I happened to get the assistant store manager. First she acts like returning a purchase is something unusual. Then she calls about three other people on her head-set to ask for advice. Then she examines the shoes for a couple of minutes. I told her I only wore them a few hours at home. (Really, I wore them four hours at work with shoe covers on.) All three pairs of shoes felt great for four hours before turning into the "Iron Maiden" of footwear. Eventually the manager starts pecking at her register and stops to call another associate to see if she can give me cash or does she have to credit my Visa card. Unlike the usual schlep help she is unable to give me cash back and has to credit my card. It's been about 15 minutes by now, but finally the transaction is complete. Why is that everywhere I go, including where I work, the bosses are dumber and more inept than the staff? I sense an epidemic of managers that lead from the rear. They are wholly inadequate to do the job they are supervising. This leads to a lack of respect for management. Where I am I'm surrounded by managers that are "all hat and no cattle". Their major qualification is their ability to spout the company line. Next time I return my shoes at Wally's and see a management type behind the service desk, I'll keep walking in my cheap shoes.

Just another tid -bit: At a state licensed day care facility they fed the kids windshield -wiper fluid thinking it was Kool-Aid. This has the bacon-y stink of management all over it.

Same Old Gas

No, it's not the Capitol, this is an underwater volcano in the Straight of Sumatra. I wonder how many carbon credits this will offset. Reminds me of Krakatoa, the sound heard a third of the way around the globe. This is the way my God talks. It's His little way of telling mankind, "I crap bigger than you". God is mysterious. Accept it and move on.

The same three questions remain today that were first asked in Eden: Where are you? What have you done? Who told you? Where are we today? Hiding from God. What have we done? Slaughtered the innocents. Who told us we could? That's obvious.

Another Rant

Has anyone noticed the coarsening of our culture since B.J. Clinton occupied the oval orifice? I'm talking about tattoos , piercings, foul language , scrotums hanging from trailer hitches etc. I'm not talking about your run of the mill bottom feeders. I see professional, highly educated people with Chinese characters tattooed on their arms that probably translate to "Mu Shu Pork". I also see a lot of lower back tattoos (tramp stamps). (I'm always looking to see if one is a "map to dry land").

It's usually the people on welfare that have the nicest tattoos. We joke that if someone has at least three piercings, five tattoos and a full body tan you can bet they're on Medicaid. I like the three hundred pound 40 year old gals that have a "Tweety Bird" on their hips. I feel like telling them, "I really didn't find you attractive till I saw your body art". The same people who come to a hospital to have a wart taken off under general anesthesia will go into some sleazy parlor and have some stranger paint and pierce them.

I met a W.W. ll veteran who had some racy tattoos. He told me he had to cover them up in public when he returned from the Pacific. My father had four tattoos, he wore long sleeve shirts even in the summer. Now there is 600 million dollars in the stimulus package for tattoo removal. Since the government paid for the original scar why shouldn't they pay for their removal? Even after being removed the skin grafts are not attractive. My daughter once was fleetingly considering getting a tattoo when she turned twenty one. I told her how I felt, but she was an adult. I told her she could get as many as she wanted. The only thing I asked was that her first tattoo say "WHITE TRASH".

I never got a tattoo, probably because of my father. I don't have any piercings because I always hope to end life with the same amount of openings I started with.

Narcissus Obama

Our President is a narcissist. This makes him possibly the most dangerous leader our country has ever had. Obama's background contains many of the pathologies that generated another monster, Adolf Hitler. They both are illegitimate, sexually confused, ethnically confused, parentally abandoned, silver tongued race-baiting antisemites. The question is whether our republic is strong enough withstand his rhetoric and charisma. Obama would rather see America destroyed than continue as a nation of free people. I don't see a good outcome here.

It's not about: your 401K
the best medical care in the world
the constitution
the second amendment
G.M. and Chrysler
illegal immigration
Israel
freedom
creativity
It's ALL about Obama.

I have found John Galt. He is alive and well on Wall Street. He is stopping the motor of the world. American Capital has gone on strike.