Thursday, October 31, 2024

Thursday Ramble: Life Could Be A Dream Sweetheart

 


๐ŸŽถ Sheboon sheboon!
Ya La La La lalalalalalala! ๐ŸŽต 
Sheboon sheboon!


Little while back I was priding myself at watching the political clowns capering n’ tumbling and not seething with rage, wanting to kill someone. But Clown World couldn’t have that! The organ grinder cranked his hurdygurdy, and that great noggered she-boon - Big Mike Obutthole - came dancing out. Xer message was dire - you all gotta drop everything and voat for The Hoe… or raging white cretins (like Yours truly) are going to beat women into submission, force them into slavery, and your daughters will forever despise you for losing their right to murder their own babbies before they’re even born.!!! Voat for the pajeet harridan or ALL IS LOST!!!!!! 

The hell of it is whenever that retarded black baboon starts flapping xer lips I DO want to fumble around in an incandescent rage, looking for gasoline, a funnel and some matches…and start burning witches again! Gawd… our women are so utterly fucked. There is no nice way to say it. I had to put on some soothing music to calm back down!




Ahhhhhhhhhh…. After some great oldies from a better era when we were better people…I’d regained my composure and gotten my Tourette’s under control and was ready go out in public. I shoulda put it off considering I was scheduled to meet King Peter and Queen Mary. At Starbucks.

Starbucks was always sketchy for me. Their coffee is the shits, grossly over priced, and the place always stinks of estrogen, patchouli oil and soy. I go in this time and see they got flags up in the coffee shop now.



Everyone is welcome at Starbucks!


And the other flag:




I went in there with $3.25 in schloons and quarters thinking I’d have plenty for a large black coffee. They wanted $3.60 for a small one! I wasn’t even embarrassed; I just said I’d go back out to the truck and get more money but instead I sat down with Pete and Mary to visit. Wasn’t going to stay long - just long enough to visit and get the hell out of there.

Pete and Mary are the only shitlib friends I have. Mary is a chicken headed, menopausal write off now. She used to be a nice lady despite her politics but Covid just seems to have driven her off the deep end. She still runs around in a mask. And Pete is a bit of a man child too… but… nice folks, right? Pete works up North as a shift work engineer for big oil. When he’s up North, Mary hangs out with her old cat lady friends. They’re childless as are all the others in their social circle that I’ve met.

Pete announced that he’d decided to buy an electric car. I snorted and choked back my laughter and just shook my head. Pete gets pissy and goes, “what’s wrong with electric cars?!?”

“Nothing, if you’re secure in your manhood, don’t mind what the neighbours think, and can handle driving something that sounds like a sewing machine. But the batteries -“ Pete cut me off and said “All your tools are battery powered! Cars are exactly the same!” I just laughed again, shook my head, and said “Well - have fun with that! I think you should buy an electric car!” All I can do is agree with them to shut them up and change the subject. Mary said I’d heard too much fake propaganda about electric cars and how I’d gotten duped by The Big Three car corporations. Batteries don’t explode and burn in real life! I sighed… this was going to be a quick visit.

But then the barista comes out and gives me a free coffee. I guess that instead of looking like a comfortable old stubfart…they thought I was a penniless vagrant and they’d show me some charity! FFS!!! And then Mary paid for my coffee for me and I was humiliated again. I told her I’d pay it back when we left but she told me not to worry about it!!!
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I had to sit and listen to them chatter about electric cars while my coffee cooled. While they nattered, I thought about my beloved DeWalt cordless drill at home that had just crapped out. I’d be on my third set of batteries if I wanted to run it, and it’d cost more than the 25 year old drill was worth to get it going again. A week or two back, I’d resolved to throw the old soldier out… but it’s still down in the Reclusium. 

While Pete and Mary chattered and lectured and I listened obediently - I started actually thinking about batteries and the environMINT. My drill never really worked that hard. In the 25 years I owned it, I will be throwing it in the garbage (even though it still works fine) with 6 old batteries. That’s just me - an old stubfart home owner. But…what about the big industrial and commercial contractor types? My neighbour - in the 25 years I’ve known him - is an HVAC guy. 8 hours a day his drill rides in a holster on his tool belt. He’s on it all the time. He runs them till they die and throws them away without pity or remorse. So far, he started out with DeWalt, then Makita, then Ryobi and now he’s on Milwaukee. How many batteries has he gone through? I know he has cordless saws too… How many depleted car batteries are going to be hitting the landfill in the next five years as virtuous shitlibs save the environMINT?

BAH! Today … I am resolved!!! I’m throwing out my beloved DeWalt and going back to corded tools for the rest of my life. And - I’ll be gawddamned if I’ll ever set foot in Starbucks again.

I hope you all have a great Thursday! I hope you are all living the dream as I am, and try not to choke anyone today! HAR HAR HAR!
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Cheers!

Filthie

PS - have some more tranquility! Try to love the womenfolk if ya still can.





2 comments:

  1. I had a lefty boss at one point. He was smart enough to use a spreadsheet and figured that an electric or even a hybrid just wasn't worth the dough. For less money than a Prius, he bought a Civic S.

    The battery issue wouldn't be as bad if they allowed us to recycle them in our country. I don't thing we even do car batteries. Last I saw we ship them over the border and Mexicans bust them apart with axes and let the acid drain out. Out of site, out of mind, I guess.

    I have a contractor friend that buys Harbor Freight tools. His logic is they'll just get busted or stolen, so pay as little as you have to then simply chuck them when they're worn out.

    Far as corded tools go, I did that when my first Makita hit the battery wall like your DeWalt. Most of my corded stuff is remanufactured craftsman (Sears parts stores would sell them). They are still working. I think my drill as $20. That said, I don't think there's an equivalent to an impact driver in the corded world.

    BTW you could by chinee knock off batteries. I have two for my Ryobis. They aren't great, but they aren't bad either at half the cost.

    Or, you could join the world of men and buy air tools.

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  2. The peanut filled shit sandwich is being prepared for everyone to take a big greasy bite. TREASON and cowardice is everywhere, the gaslighting almost at apogee as the ignorant sleepwalk to their demise! If you are still participating in the grand illusion, you will get exactly what you deserve!

    Chutes Magoo

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