Summer has finally settled in to the hereabouts. Trees are green. Dandelions are making their yearly assault on my lawn. The other morn, a fat little songbird sat on the veranda bitching at me as I drank my coffee and had a pipe. I told him to beat it, so he pooped on the railing and flew off as if to say, “There’s ya Walt Disney moment for the day, you stupid old fart!” I laughed and then started ruminating on the days’ chores. Zippedee Do Dah to you too, you little shit! HAR HAR HAR!!!
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Blisters are starting to heal which is nice. Yesterday I scalped the lawn, took the dawgz on a long one and farted about with the trailer. That thing has me hacked right off. The electric tongue jack is out on it and I think the inline fuse is blown. I just gotta sit down and find the damn thing. I swear - these things are wired by either hare lipped fwenchmen or evil chinamen. I’ll get it…all I lack is the gumption. Like everything I suppose.
I looked in the mirror the other day and was horrified as usual by what stared back at me. I’ve aged a lot this last year. I noticed the same thing with my dad and father in law back in the day. They aged in spurts. They’d pick up a few lines and wrinkles, and just when ya got used to it - they’d pack on a bunch more. My skin is doing that. I’m starting to lose muscle too. Not much, but enough to notice. It drove them nuts when they did it, but I don’t give a hoot myself. Certain chores are harder to do now too. Don’t care about that either - I’ll just slow down and take longer to do them. Or find different ways to do them. The older men in my family took aging as an insult. They tried to deny and hide it. As for me…meh. It's just life, and none of us are getting out alive.
I’m seeing a lot of full blown rage and hate being directed at us stupid fuggin old boomers these days. I worry that one day that I’ll disappear .... And all that they’ll find are my Crocs, and some enraged kid will have stuffed me down a wood chipper. Mind you… the “kids” are looking older now too. Sometimes I wonder what my prodigal daughter looks like - she’s 41 this year. Then I think twice about it n’ figure… maybe not. That was another life, long ago. There’s some things in life I’d rather not know.
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I dunno where I stand in the intergenerational war setting up. People forget there’s actually two generations of boomers. My parents, born in the early and mid 1940’s… and mine, ending in the mid 60s. I made the boomer demographic by a couple months. And I see both sides of the conflict as I am almost smack dab in between the two demographics. I get hated on by both factions too: my parents think I’m lazy and stupid and spoiled for wanting the same things they had, and not wanting to work 80 hours a week for shit wages. The kids hate me because I belong to a generation that had everything handed to them and never had to work for any of it. Allegedly. I swear to gawd - if I get sucked into this bullshit - I will goon my mom with a garden shovel and bury her in a shallow grave in the flower bed … and I’ll slowly strangle my militant gay daughter and her creepy love partner and throw them in the composter! This whole thing is stupid, really. But that is where white people are right now. Men make war on their own families, mothers fight for the right to murder their own babies, and everyone hates their parents. It's a stupid fight for stupid people, and since I don’t want to go to jail for killing some bunghole that seriously needs it… I think I’ll take a pass on the issue.
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You’ve heard of the pump action rifle, right? I do declare that Flapz just invented the Pimp Action Rifle! HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR!! May I present a pair of Ruger 10/22s:
Jeez. Anodized red aluminium? A muzzle break On a .22.? A Vortex cheapo scope. But I can see where this one’s going already. We’ll get out on the range, sight him in… and that fat old retard will shoot circles around me. Happens every single time. And I shouldn’t be such a dink - I put an extended mag release on mine, aftermarket bull barrel and stock… and if Flapz’ gun looks like a pimp… mine looks like a cheap ho! HAR!!!
I seriously need to find a good gopher patch. 😊👍
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"The Boys" is over. And thank gawd. It was getting seriously gay. All the movie nerds and wanks are hacked right off with it. The eeeeeevil Homelander super hero (and obvious psychotic parody of Blumpf and Superman) - dies at the hands of shitlib dweeb heroes: a 105 lb. chinawoman, a soy boy, a petite blonde with more plastic surgery and bondo than a '56 Merc, and maybe some other paragon of shitlib virtue. The evil politically conservative villain dies mewling for mercy and offering to eat the corn out of the shite of the leftist heroes, HAR HAR HAR HAR!!! Aaaahhhh..... HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR!!!!




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