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Once in a while I stop back in here, I keep getting hits  on my Statcounter from this joint at my original Blog.

Click on the link  to find  the current  home of the Ornery Bastard.

Please update your bookmark.

Every single time I have to come back here, I get pissed off at the bullshit I went through trying to make this fucker work they way I wanted it to, I should just delete this sonofabitch.

Except in case of  emergency, this Blog is closed.

Covering My Ass

Freaking Google sent me a message on Blogger that they think I may be a Spammer and if it isn’t straightend out within two weeks they will delete my Blog.

Not only do I have no idea how to Spam anyone, I fucking HATE Spammers!

Then they automatically enabled Word Verification, that shit pisses me off.

You are going to delete my Blog for something I didn’t do?

Yeah, right.

Stay tuned.

Ornery Bastard has Moved Back To Blogger

Please adjust your book marks to my original site;

ORNERY BASTARD V1.0

Thank you for visiting.

I Am Done Here

It’s been a grand experiment but WordPress has finally pissed me off so fucking bad, I am done with it.

I struggled and struggled to get this site the way I wanted it but it ain’t fucking happening.

I can’t make the fucking widgets work, I can’t use Sitemeter, I have spent FUCKING HOURS going through the “Frequently Asked Questions”,

“Help”,

“Import”,” Export”,”Manage”, “Design”, “Page” and ” MY Fucking Dashboard” to the point I can’t tell the difference between my ass and a hole in the ground.

Oh yeah, just for fun, I probably spent ten motherfucking hours going through the fucking “Forums”, with the requisite TWO HUNDRED  Mother Fucking Links!!

Kiss . My. Ass. I am going back to the old site at Blogger.

At least I can figure out what I am trying to do there without a thousand page instruction manual printed in some kind of language that ain’t  Red Neck English, I ain’t looking for a Masters Degree in Computer Science.

I ain’t a techie fer chrissakes.

I don’t do “Code”.

HTML?

Not.

The thing that pisses me off the most is that they don’t “allow” Java  script.

Hello?

Every fucking thing I have EVER tried to add on to this sonofabitch has Java script.

Get a fucking clue, Brainiacs.

In my opinion, after the last “Upgrade”, they Fucked this up beyond recognition anyway and I have been fighting it ever since, and I hadn’t even figured out the last one.

Thanks for the headaches memories, maybe I will eventually forget ‘em.

If ya want to bother to catch up with me, I am pouring some gas down the throat of the old site and hooking up some jumper cables.

It will take me a bit to get shit transferred back over, the Blogroll mainly.

I don’t know if I can “import” the posts from here to there and at this point I don’t give a fuck, I’ll just start fresh.

Sorry for the hassle, I know it’s a pain in the ass, Update yer Blogrolls and RSS feeds, or don’t, at this point I am sorely tempted to throw the anchor out and bag the whole fucking thing.

Meh, it should keep the NSA busy for a bit, anyway.

Fuck!

Yep, I Got’s ‘Em

Da Blues.

I have been in a funk for a while now and I just can’t seem to give a flying fuck about anything.

This joint has gone to hell, I been slacking over at Fixer and Gordon’s, somebody else invited me to jump in at a new site they started and I just can’t get motivated, burn out, hit the fucking wall, I dunno.

I seriously need to muck out this fucking Rat Hole again and I could give a fuck about that too.

I don’t even catch up with my normal Blog surfing at the usual regulars.

I am due for some vacation after this next week and I am going to take it.I ain’t going any where and I ain’t doing anything, just going to vegetate.

You can expect some VERY light posting for a bit until I can shake this funk.

Thanks fer stopping by, I am through sniveling, here, enjoy a nice tune.

See ya.

Sorry

I’m being lazy and not posting regularly.

I’m going to drink another beer and trim my toe nails.

How fucking sexy is that?

Why Bob Novack Is The Perfect Metaphor For The Press.

Before I type another word, in my opinion , Bob Novak is a fucking traitor.

The most vile sonofabitch you ever want to stay away from.

The fact that he is still employed as as part of the media is just a fuckin’ bonus to this.

To wit,

“I really hate jaywalkers. I despise them. Since I don’t run the country, all I can do is yell at ‘em. The other option is to run ‘em over, but as a compassionate conservative, I would never do that.”

OOOpsie!

Chalk up another victim up for that ” Compassionate Conservative ” movement.

I sincerely hope that the gentleman will have a fast recovery and that there will be an undisclosed settlement to his satisfaction.

The fact that he actually did run the guy down to the point he was an unwilling stunt man bouncing off the windshield,, I wil leave to the police in that particular jurisdiction to find a way to let the cocksucker off, they will, trust me.

Novak is the  motherfucker that put Valerie Plame’s name in print , outing her as a CIA operative.

According to every thing, EVERY THING, I have read, outing an under cover intelligence operative  “During A Time Of War”, is a Treasonous act.

We used to have Marksmen lined up for shit like that.

Aaaaanyway, I guess because he got picked by some pus pocket in the Whitehouse, he get’s a pass on that one.

Now , we see that ABC and CBS are violating their OWN  standards of editing John McCain’s easily found statements to try and minimize what a fucking Dumbass he is, to help the dumb sonofabitch further his pipe dream of becoming President!

GRRRRR!

H/T, Crooks and Liars, appropriate, no?

This is just a couple of blatant examples of media manipulation, you have no idea what they are not telling you.

Let me state my opinion of the Main Stream Media in no uncertain terms, they are the official propaganda machine of a lawless Republican regime and these cocksuckers are in for a paradigm shift that is going to Rock. Their. Fucking. World. when the Democrats take over after November.

As usual, they can’t see what is right in front of their faces and are totally unprepared for the huge change in how business is going to be done in the near future, they are still sucking at the poison tit that is the Republican feed trough.

Look at the revenue loss at the New York Times.

Fuck these people, I mean FUCK these people!

Even if the tin foil hat types’ wildest theories come through, there is still going to be a revolution come in the way the news is handled.

It’s about fucking time.

McCain Does The Wide Walk

No, not the Larry Craig ‘Wide Stance”, the Wide Walk.

You’ve been there, don’t lie to me, I have it down to an art form.

The Wide Walk is when you get so drunk you stagger back and forth on the sidewalk, bouncing off the nearest wall, trying to stay out of the street.

I keep hearing this talking point about flip flopping and the more I see, the more I see, and it is Wide Walking.

I watched McCain on the Today show this morning, right before I bounced off the wall getting out of here and it was pathetic.

The man couldn’t answer a single question, all he could do was  spout his programmed talking points like a blind drunk talking to a cop.

Yessir, nosirrr, well maybe a little bit, NO!

He looked like it was all he could do to keep spouting off his pre programmed answers. He kept talking over Vierra, even as she tried talking over him to get a straight answer!

And before someone gets their panties in a twist of gigantic proportions here, no, I am not accusing McCain of drinking, just of having the personality of Otis  down at the Mayberry jail on a Saturday night.

The man doesn’t even know which way is up anymore. He has his talking points down but is absolutely incapable of spontaneous conversation.

I am reminded of a certain friend of mine who tells the same stories over and over again until it gets to the point he starts talking and someone yells, “Number Seven!”.

Flip flopping is a fairly recent phrase as far as I can remember, McCain is leaving a long wide scrape mark down the side of the local hardware store and then there is a truck that inexplicably has a very clean swipe down the side informing the owner it seriously needs to get washed.

McStagger in action.

Can we PLEASE have an intelligent candidate, PLEASE? Being articulate is actually a desirable quality for someone who feels qualified to run the most OUT OF CONTROL  country in the world, really it is.

I am so sick of having a President that talks like he has a mouth full of marbles as it is, now I have to deal with one that “speaks” in a monotone and is about as exciting to listen to as a 62 Plymouth Valiant;

up against a New Maserati.

Ah well. with any luck at all, this is what I hope to see happen to the Entire Republican Party in November anyway.

I Can’t Wait To See His New Bluetooth

Fuckin’ Driftglass, he makes me waste so much beer.

Caturday: Banished

If you happen to remember me bitchin’ about how much this fucking cat has been shedding, I have an update fer ya.

Out she went.

Never have I seen such shit.

The little motherfucker decided that being outside is what it wanted and now I know why, it knew I was going to skin it after I found out just how cat fur can find it’s way into everything just like fine dust does.

Son. Of. A. Bitch..

I been sick for the last few days. some kind of lingering crud, who knows.

I woke up this morning fairly early and didn’t feel too bad so I got online and caught The Speaker of the House, Nancy Pelosi doing her break dance of  unaccountability at  the convention of Dirty Fuckin’ Hippies in Texas this morning.

Right on cue she pulled Al Gore out of her ass when the heat came on. No one could have foreseen there would actually be  pertinent questions asked that required  real answers. What a fucking disgrace, she will think twice about  talking to real people and start hand picking her audience just like those pussy motherfuckers Bush and McCain, you watch.

Real peoples iz hard!

Useless individual.

Actually, she has been veddy, veddy good to BushCo.

Anyway,

I had to crash out for a while again and finally got up to the realization that I was abso- fucking- lutely out of clean clothes.

I drug my ass out of bed and loaded up several different duffel bags and went and  aquired a few rolls of quarters and hit the laundromat down the road.

Being half awake, I was also half aware that every thing I grabbed was a little fuzzy.

Check that, flat out hairy.

The main light I have burnt out a week ago and I have been using the twelve volt lights because I didn’t feel like fucking with it,it has been fairly dark in here and I didn’t give a shit because I haven’t felt good.

I got down there and started  hauling the bags out of the truck and started going, WHAT THE FUCK?

Jesus Christ Almighty, I never seen such a thing, it was like spider webs all over everything, except it was fucking cat hair.

I spent five minutes just rubbing the hair off my duffel bags before I even went inside and then it just got sick.

Oh My Fucking God, Little fucker left me a surprise wrapped up in one pair of coveralls, i won’t even go there.

While the washers were going I kept opening the lid and scooping out wads of cat hair and shaking them off my hand.

Before I was done, there were wads of fucking cat hair all over the floor, walls and the machines.

I had to throw away two sweaters, no fucking way they could be salvaged. They have cameras there too, shit.

Then I spent ten minutes picking little wads of hair off of my clothes before I even threw them in the dryer.

No Mas, yer done cat. I even had to wash the duffel bags.

I have enough trouble  in this fuckin’ place with dishes and beer cans.

You, the cat box, food dish, water dish and your fucking hair can go park yerself outdoors.

I also noticed Baby Girl is chewing on her ass area pretty good lately, that means one thing, fleas.

On the way home I stopped and got flea collars, powder and those killer little drops ya put on the back of their necks, I ain’t fucking dealing with that shit, Don’t fuck with me, I’ll get the carb cleaner out.

If I have to, I’ll flick a Bic and turn it into a flame thrower, homey don’t play, scorched earth policy all the way.

If it seems I don’t have any sense of humor with this, I don’t. I dealt with that shit last year when Baby had five fucking kittens and I damn near lost all of ‘em from gettin’ ate up , poor little varmints.

Either way, the cat ain’t coming back in.

I’m still sweeping cat hair up, I just had no idea the sonofabitch was sleeping INSIDE my duffel bags when I wasn’t here.