Doing The World a Favor

July 15, 2008 by bustednuckles

Besides taking a shower,

I made the mistake of listening to Stupie McFuckwit on the way to work this morning and it has been all I can do all day not to fly off at the handle.

I am just going to shut my trap and wait for the Shit To Hit The Fan.

Nothing he could have possibly said is going to change what is already beyond his comprehension or control and his lackies are doing a HeckOf A Job finishing what they started, this time.

Wake. The. Fuck. Up.

July 13, 2008 by bustednuckles

For those of us who are quite aware of what exactly has been transpiring in our country in regards to the creeping Fascism and the police state that keeps it safe, watch this video.
Then show it to your friends and relatives, especially if they are cheerleaders for the current regime and then ask them one question,

Do you see it now?

It is long and every minute of it should make you more and more afraid of our government, it is worse than you could ever imagine.
Ever.

naomi_wolf_end_of_america.htm

You know damn well, if you are coming to this Blog, we are on that list.

H/T Survival Acres Blog.

Caturday: Where Is My Plunger?

July 12, 2008 by bustednuckles

I just walked in and noticed I have a HUGE hairball in my sink.
It’s 90 degrees out and I guess she thinks it’s cooler in the bathroom sink.
Weirdo cat.

For a picture as close to what Baby Girl looks like as you will ever see, go over to Earth Bound’s and check out Rocky, her friends cat.Baby Girl looks exactly like him!
I asked her what breed of cat he is and she said she and her friends think he has some Maine Coon in it.
That’s what I keep thinking about Baby Girl, sheddingest cat on the planet, she got rid of that huge mane under her chin in two weeks. Most of it in my bathtub.
Sheese.

It seems I am not the only one who has big furballs in the sink trouble, apparently, it is a common problem!

Find Karl!

July 11, 2008 by bustednuckles

Karl Rove, every bad thing I have said about you, you deserve every bit of it.
You know it too.
I would have to highlight the fact that you are hiding right now.
Boy, you have talked a lot of smack the last few years, pulled more questionable stunts that I can shake a stick at, and when the heat is on, you disappear, what a surprise.

That’s it, that is as far as I can go without my vituperative left wing foul mouth taking over.
Stop the tape, send the children out of the room.

Karl Rove, you weasel motherfucker.Run you little bitch, there is no statute of limitations on War crimes, that is the fucking beauty of all the Domestic shit you pulled, you are more likely to be wanted for War Crimes.
If I were you, I wouldn’t come back to the Continental United States.
As a matter of fact, if you are half as clever as you think you are, you should probably hook up with Rush Limbaugh and see if he can’t find you a third world country that you can try to sustain your lifestyle at that doesn’t have extradition.
Bummer for you, you will have to find a way to have Quail wings Fed Ex’ed under a pseudonym.
With Congress having an approval rating of 9 percent, Cheney having his own problems trying to convince anyone with an IQ over TEN to bomb Iran, you’re former boss pissing on anything he can’t steal and , Oh, this is so delicious, the fellow you tried to get elected but can’t, St. John McCain, who is currently stumbling around like a punch drunk street bum in fancy clothes, I can hardly contain my Schaudenfrude induced grin, prick.

You are a wanted man Karl, I don’t care if Conyers grows a set of Balls overnight, it doesn’t matter, even Pelosi can’t protect you from international law.

Except I remember.
Valerie Plame ring a bell?
I get so angry at that little episode alone, I won’t bother to try and list the many, many things that you should be hiding from.
The subpoena that HJC has?
Dude, in my book, you had better stay gone, forever. You could very well be the modern Eichman, and you know it.
You know damn good and well Bush and Cheney would truss you up and use Revlon Lip Gloss and and preparation H on your pretty little mouth, right before they staked you out in front of the nearest Fire ant mound and put a can opener into a 55 gallon drum of honey dripping down the crack of yer ass while they try to make the first helicopter out of town.
Fool. they not only don’t have your back, they are hoping to use you as a distraction.
The price you pay, traitor.

Executive Privilege also means throwing chum to the investigators to keep them busy.

How does it feel to be the chump, Karl?

Pray Fer Me

July 10, 2008 by bustednuckles

I have a dinner date with an old friend, this can’t end well, I am barely house broken. At 48.

Update:
I didn’t get slapped.
Take that however ya want, in my book that’s always a positive.

Wiretap This

July 9, 2008 by bustednuckles

Yes, I am disgusted, outraged and very seriously pissed off that Congress is made up of so many fucking pussies that caved for the utter horseshit of the new FISA bill.
Pissed clear off.
I can be fairly certain not one of the bought and paid for crowd would want to talk to me face to face right now, fairly certain because I really think some of these people are too stupid to know when to come out of the rain.
That’s why they have staffers.

Let’s recap for a minute.

They just passed a law giving the Bush administration, and any who come behind them,the unconditional permission to tap your phone calls, Emails, Web searches and basically any other type of electronic device you can communicate with, at will, Carte Blanche, just for the hell of it, without ever getting a search warrant.Just like they have been doing, illegally, since before September 11th, 2001.
This is on top of the several other data mining programs they already use to collect and SAVE your personal information, such as your banking habits, what you buy at the store, etc, etc, ad nauseum.
On top of that, immunity against lawsuits for the Telecoms for providing that information, without ever telling us just exactly what transpired or what actually happened that they need this immunity!

In case you weren’t paying attention, there is a bill set to be voted on that requires EVERY electronic or banking transaction to be reported to the government. Add this to the completely mother fucking insane idea that has been reported to be in the works, where they want to fit each and every airline passenger with a shock collar that would replace your boarding pass from the minute you enter, till the minute you leave an airport.

Add to THAT, that they already put RFID chips in the new passports, you are constantly being monitored without your knowledge whenever you go through town in any major city, they have turned our own spy satellites inward on our own country and I ask you,
Why The Fuck Are You Not Pissed Off?

Just for fun, throw in that citizens of this country are more and more getting Tazered by the police in this country for no good reason you can’t do a damn thing to your own property without permission, ya can’t fucking smoke anywhere anymore, God forbid you stop and have a cocktail after work and someone talking on their cell phone rear ends ya at a stop light, you are going to jail and they are going to get a ticket for talking on the phone while driving, oh, and by the way, here is another one because you didn’t have your seat belt on, FUCK!!

If you are somehow delusionally thinking that you have not been living in a Police State already for the last twenty five years, I highly suggest you get your head out of your ass and start paying attention!

The gutting of your Constitution continues ahead of schedule thanks to the Oh So cooperative DEMOCRATICALLY controlled Congress!

Yeah? Fuck that.

All 435 seats in the House are up for grabs this year, along with our new Monarchy.

Get with the fucking program and Vote These CockSuckers OUT!!!

We will never in our lifetimes see this shit reversed but maybe we can put a stop to anymore of this shit, Dirty Sonsabitches anyway.

Never In My Life

July 8, 2008 by bustednuckles

Never,have I seen a fucking cat shed so much, EVER!

I shit you not, there is not a surface in this place that doesn’t have cat hair on it.

I had to throw out a pair of Coveralls, it was a giant hairball.
My bed, my clothes, the floor,even my fucking BATH TUB, is full of cat hair.
God Bless You Valley Girl!
She sent me some cat brushes out of the goodness of her heart, if not for that, I would have shaved this fucking cat, and I think I am going to do it anyway!

I literally, just spent an hour combing this cat, I watched it turn colors twice.
As soon as I quit, it started licking itself and more, GIANT wads of hair were coming out!
I went to get in the shower tonight and there were huge fucking wads of cat hair in it, HUGE!
I swept up enough hair on the floor since yesterday to make a new cat.

Somebody is getting shaved, I ain’t fucking kidding.
No Mas. I went to get my head shaver and it went dead before the fucking cat could bite me, I was prepared for it, either the cat gets it , or I am going to farm it out,the cat will be happier, and so will I, either fucking way.

Baby Girl just might get trimmed down to Girl.

Sonofabitch!
That is going to be a skinny fucking cat when I am done.

BWAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAA! Ya Gotta Love WordPress For This One

July 7, 2008 by bustednuckles

WordPress has a feature that automatically, and randomly, links other blog posts to any thing that it deems to be related after it gets published. I stumbled on this story from Faux News while I was checking my Blogstats because it linked back to an old post.
Have a nice day McCain.
“I hate the bloggers!”
News flash for you Dickhead, we don’t like you either.

LMFAO!

I Is Burning Dead Chicken Parts

July 7, 2008 by bustednuckles

Go see Jill, or Earth Bound, One Fly, DistributorcapNY, Political Cat especially two of some of my very special friends, Suzanne and Egregious!, anybody!, until I get through squirting BBQ sauce from five feet to keep the fire down!

Now that it’s under control, if you don’t go see BildungBlog ,Every, Fucking, Day, Yer missing out!

Hmmm, This wing reminds me of a fossil I saw once.

Caturday, MIA Furball.

July 5, 2008 by bustednuckles

I got off work Thursday and proceeded directly to my favorite watering hole for a few of my favorite concoctions.
Then I went to the local small town store to peruse their selection of grilling delicacies.
They really do have the best dead cow parts around, some pretty good dead pig parts and they even had some dead rabbit parts! It’s been a LONG time since I had any rabbit.
Anyway, they had this GIANT fucking roast on sale, 4 and a half pounds of primo roast for $9.95.
Sold.
So I toodle on home and fire up the little chrome plated globe looking grill I scored from my old neighbor when he decided to try and stay one step ahead of the local Gendarmes and split in the middle of the night.
Did I mention I live in a trailer park?

Anyways, the new neighbors freaked out when I lit the damn thing off,being a typical male, a little lighter fluid is OK, more is better and too much is just right.

The flames were over my head for a bit but I wasn’t worried, I’m used to it.
So I come into the Rat Hole and scrape a spot to doctor up this roast, after I cut it into thirds, it was fucking huge! and out the door I go.
It was pretty damn warm outside and the cocktails were having the desired effect so I left the door open. I do that occasionally because Baby loves to go in and out and Baby Girl likes to either sit in the doorway, or lay on the step and check shit out. She never goes off anywhere, just hangs out on the step.
So I’m out in back grilling like a fool and sipping a cold one and the next thing I know, some local fucking Yahoo lights off about Fifty bucks worth of fireworks, all at once.
Yeah Yeah, real nice buddy, whatever and back to my roast.
I didn’t pay any attention to the fucking cat.
So I get done with arguably a masterpiece of grilled Pot Roast and decide to be nice, (SHHHH!) and share it with both of my immediate neighbors.
I eat until I can’t stand it and then fall into a coma and go to sleep.
Wake up the next morning and something ain’t right.
It’s too quiet.
Normally when I wake up, at least one of these two Furballs is either sleeping at my feet, right on top of me or bitching to go outside.
Nothing.
No furballs. Shit, the fireworks!
So I get up and start calling cats.
Eventually Baby came running up, she loves to be outside and I know she knows where home is, so I don’t worry about her too much. Baby Girl is MIA.
I look and look and no can find. Shit, here we go again. I can just imagine the phone call to my brother telling him the cat is gone.
Well, shit happens and I have things to do, maybe she’ll come back later.
So off I go. I’m gone most of the day and I come home and still no cat.
Crap.
I have more to do and a party to go to so off I go.
I went to my folks and watched the big fireworks display on television and then went to a party for a while.
That didn’t last very long, every one there had started real early and there were only a few folks still standing.
I didn’t want to drive home with the cops having saturation patrols, even though I had not had much to drink, Fuck that, so I went back to my folks and crashed out, it was only about a mile and a half.

I get up this morning and am farting around when my cousin Buzzy and his most excellent lady pull in. We are all BSing when he reminds me there is a birthday party for one of our childhood friends over in Portland. Sheeeit. Forgot all about it. So off we go to fucking East of Portland at Blue Lake Park, an old favorite for large gatherings. It was real nice to see some old friends I hadn’t seen in years.
After a couple of hours, I said my goodbies and have to go forty freakin’ miles back to the Rat Hole across the river. If there was a bridge there, it would have been 4.

I pull in and get out and head for the door when I swear I hear Baby Girl meowing, real faint. I stop and listen but nothing.
I get the door open and Baby goes flying past me to freedom.
Set my things down and then I hear it again.
Shit! I had the shed open yesterday!
Out I go and tear open the door, nothing.
Where in the fuck is that cat? I can hear it but it is so faint!
As I am standing there, she comes up behind me and starts rubbing against my leg!
Stupid cat, where you been for damn near two days?
I threw her inside expecting her to be starving.
She walks over, sniffs the cat dish and turns around to come get some more lovin’.
I don’t know where it’s been but it ain’t hungry.
So now our little family is back together again, I know she knows where home is now.

Freakin’ cats, anyway, they are giving me gray hairs.

I hope everyone had a nice 4th and stayed safe and out of trouble.
I know I’m getting old, I did.