State Of Mind

Stand up, you know what it means
Wake up, time to live your dreams

Down by,
Law and they can't hold you
Dictate and control you
Hold onto your ideas
Down by,
Law and no one owns you
And all the shit they've thrown you
Pay back is a real bitch.

Be All, End All, with lyrics.

By Anthrax.


There ain't no screaming, you can hear and understand the words and this is a great fuckin' tune! It's almost out of character for these guys, I've never heard anything else like this from them. I bought the album way the hell back when just for this one song.

Death Of The Old Cow

A big limo is driving down a dark country road late at night when suddenly a very old cow appears in the middle of the road on a curve.

The driver doesn't have time to stop and slams into the cow, killing it instantly.




The woman in the back seat - in her usual abrasive manner, says to the chauffeur,




"You get out and check on that poor cow since you were driving."




So the chauffeur gets out, checks, and reports that the animal is dead but it appeared to be very old.




Well, says the woman, "You were driving, so you go and tell the farmer in that lighted farmhouse over there"




Two hours later the chauffeur returns totally inebriated, a full belly, his hair ruffled, with a big grin on his face.




"My God, What Happened to You?" asks the woman.




The chauffeur replies, "When I got there, the farmer opened his best bottle of single malt scotch, the wife gave me a meal fit for a king, and the daughter made love to me."




"What on earth did you say?" asks the woman.




Well, I just knocked on the door..........and when it opened I said to them,




"I'm Dianne Feinstein's chauffeur, and I've just killed the old cow."

The ACLU Is Trying Back Door Pressure To Get Telecoms To Release NSA Spying Info

Which while a good idea in my playbook, is already facing opposition from those Government lackeys at AT&T.

Someone needs a good slap upside the head here.

BTW, this isn't something you are going to hear about in the media.

This is from a Email blast that I got.

BIG NEWS: We just did something that we’ve rarely done in nearly a century of ACLU history—to ramp up our efforts against massive NSA spying, we took the fight for civil liberties into the corporate boardroom.

The ACLU office in San Francisco, along with a coalition of major investors, filed shareholder proposals with AT&T and Verizon calling on both companies to reveal what customer information they hand over to U.S. or foreign governments and how often.

But we just got word that AT&T is trying to dodge the shareholder proposal by filing an objection with SEC regulators—so we need to act fast to add consumer pressure to all this heat from investors.

We’re working with our friends at SumOfUs to rally thousands of AT&T and Verizon customers and potential customers and prove to these giant telcos that their silence is putting their public image and bottom line at risk.

Let’s stand with AT&T and Verizon shareholders: Sign the petition calling on the telcos to come clean about how they share our private data.

Other companies, like Google, Apple and Microsoft, have issued transparency reports about government demands for our data and have called on Congress to lift gag orders so they can be even more transparent. But our telephone companies have been downright defiant about telling us what they’re doing with our private information.

Recently, Verizon executive John Stratton dismissed our legitimate privacy concerns and mocked other companies’ efforts to improve transparency, saying those companies wanted to “grandstand a bit, and wave their arms and protest loudly so as not to offend the sensibilities of their customers.”

Well Mr. Stratton, we happen to think it’s about time the telcos get more concerned about the ‘sensibilities’ of customers. In case you haven’t noticed, many of us aren’t too happy with our private data being handed over in secret to the government.

Let’s make sure Verizon and AT&T executives hear us loud and clear: Sign the petition calling on telcos to issue transparency reports now.

Every day, more and more details emerge about how massive the government surveillance state has become. In the fight to roll it back, we’ve made progress in Congress and we just made oral arguments in federal court for our case ACLU v. Clapper.

But we can't fight what we don't know about, which is why we need our phone companies to come clean.

Corporations care about one thing—their bottom line. With this action, now's our chance to let AT&T and Verizon know that if they don't step up, it's going to cost them investors and customers in a big way.

That Just Ain't Right

Something about this picture creeps me out.

The eyes aren't really smiling and that color isn't natural.

That's better.

So It Begins Again

Fuck me with a nuclear powered jack hammer, it's Christmas Season again already.

Aggravating bullshit seems like it just went away last week.

My wife, God love her, lives for this time of year, I kid you not.

She starts buying Christmas presents in April for fucks sake.

She loves the baking and the company and the lights, and the decorations, loves the motherfucking tree and all of that irritating shit. She even has tinsel wrapped around the stem of my fucking reading lamp.

In case you haven't figured it out yet, I hate the Christmas nightmare with a white hot passion.

For me it is one long endless fucking To Do List.

Mind you, this is just my perspective, as I said, my wife loves this crap and spends her entire day cleaning and baking and planning and decorating and does it all mostly on her own because I refuse to fuck with any of it unless it is something she can't do by herself.

Like fix the fucking never ending strings of Christmas lights.

I lost count of how many God Damn extension cords that are snaking out from under the garage door.
Some of the sonsabitches wrap around from the front of the house, around the whole side and clear to the back fucking porch.

My question at this point is,
Who in the hell puts Christmas lights on the back of their house?

Not a fucking soul could see ours because there is a forest behind our house, we live on a hill and there isn't a house or apartment building behind us for three fucking blocks!!

But no, we gotta have the fucking lights on the back porch in case some fucking idiot wants to go outside in twenty degree weather to have a smoke.

This is why I refuse to get involved in this horseshit.


Today was the big day though.
Gotta get my sorry ass up on my only fucking day off and take the family out to breakfast so we can go get "The Tree"!

Lord have mercy on my soul, I am going to Hell because I could give a rats ass about a fucking Christmas tree.

They are a huge pain in the ass.

Thank God she got a small one this year that didn't take an entire crew to get in the house and into the fucking stand.

You know what's coming next though, gotta decorate that bitch.

These are the times that I really miss not drinking anymore.
I could be sitting on my ass in a nice warm bar sipping whiskey and chasing it with beer and not giving a single fuck about a Christmas Tree.

Sigh.

Time to buck up and take it like a man though.

This pretty much sums up my feelings on the whole matter perfectly;

Boobs?

You guy's kill me.

Every once in a while I check my stats on Blogger instead of Stat Counter, it's got a totally different set of numbers and other goodies.

Just for shits and grins, tonight I checked to see what the most popular keywords were that people use when searching the entire fucking internet, yet somehow wind up in this tiny, tiny little corner. My tiny, tiny little corner.

Boobs.

87 times this week alone.


Over ten times as many as the next keyword.

Hey, I'm not stupid, if you guys want Boobs, I can handle that.

Here all this time I had kinda hoped that just maybe people were stopping by to see what I had to say or maybe get a quick laugh.

But no.



All y'all want is Boobs.


Like I said, I ain't stupid.

Here ya go.

You'll just have to excuse me if I decide to post something else once in a while though, because hey, it's my fucking Blog, ya know?

Xerox calls police before layoffs at Cary call center

Gee, I wonder why.

Read it and then laugh sardonically at the statement that they plan to hire more people at the same place for a different call line.

Never forget;

Corporations Are People Too.

The Supreme Court said so.

CARY, N.C. (WTVD) -- Xerox called police to its Cary facility Friday morning just before laying off 168 employees.

The company called 911 around 6 a.m. to request a police presence at their Crescent Green Drive facility.

Cary Dispatch confirmed to ABC11 that Xerox said they "were expecting trouble."


There were no reports of trouble at the company after they laid off the employees from its call center operation.

"Today we told employees and local government that we were closing call center operations for one specific line of business at our facility in Cary," said Bill McKee with Xerox's public relations department." These reductions, while very difficult decisions, reflect the changing business requirements of our clients. Our primary focus is on our employees."

The company said the center serves various other businesses, and they hope to find work for the employees with other business their company serves.

"While at this time, we are closing this specific business operation, at the same time we expect to be hiring employees in Cary and Raleigh for other lines of business," McKee said.

However, one employee who was laid off Friday told ABC11 that it was a shock, and the timing was awful with Christmas coming up.

"It's terrible timing, I mean Christmas is right around the corner. People got kids, and it's just real bad for those who were depending on that check, that Christmas check right before Christmas time," said Markey McNeill.

Merry Christmas you peons.

Someone Blew It

They didn't kick the chair out when they had the chance.

For My Gearhead Fans

A Buddy of mine sent this to me, he is a big race fan and he is a great guy.

This not only brought back great memories from way back, it literally gave me goose bumps and made the hair on my arms stand up.

I would love to hear this with a serious sound system.

I Don't Like Being Cold

As skinny as I have been my whole life, when I get cold it goes straight to the bones.

Now that I am getting old and my body is so tore up from sixty or so car wrecks, motorcycle wrecks, thirty years of wrenching and various other injuries, I've got arthritis to boot all over.

Old foot ball injuries kinda thing.

When my hands get cold now, it feels like someone is pushing large needles through the joints in my fingers.

I'm talking excrutiating pain.

So I don't like being cold, at all.

Fuck that shit.

Last year I went out and bought one of these little units.

These things are the shit for out in the garage.

I went out there a while ago to have a smoke and last night it got into the low twenties.

It was fucking cold out there.

I set my coffee down and went over and fired that little fucker up.

Ten minutes later, in a two car garage, it was T shirt weather.

Yeah,I'm like that.

Until I Wake Up And Have My Coffee

It's Colder Than A Well Digger's Ass Outside

Fuck, me! I just had to make a run to the dump.
It's clear and colder than shit outside.
My fingers went numb trying to tie down a tarp over the back of my El Camino. I think the High temperature today is going to hit a whopping thirty degrees and of course the wind is blowing.

At this point I'll take anything that even gives the illusion of heat.

Stay warm my friends and remember, Summer is only six months away!

I'm Scrubbing As Fast As I Can!

Who Your Real Boss Is......

Damn.

It's a good thing I'm married to my lovely wife or I think I could fall for this lady.

Whew!
She could make an Iron Worker blush!

My kinda gal.

She has a damn good point though and if you can read my stuff you should be able to take her attitude with ease.
Some things just need to be said with a mouth full of invective to keep you sane.

Dear productive, hard-working Americans,

Would you like to meet your boss?

No, I don’t mean the supervisor who gives you assignments, sometimes provides guidance and mentorship and rates your performance. I mean your REAL boss – the person for whom you work. The person for whom your supervisor works. The person who receives the fruits of your labor, not as profit and reward for what they have created, but as entitled parasites, who take advantage of you, who exploit your values and morals, who avail themselves of your hard work, and who steal from you by consistently voting for politicians who use government force to redistribute what you earn to those who couldn’t hope to match your achievement and skill, and who feel entitled to the results of said achievement and skill merely because they can.

Go, read the rest and tell her how lucky she is that I am already taken so that my urge to stalk her can be managed without medication or one of those pesky restraining order things!

I am going to add that site to my Government Surveillance Target List though.

It's a Conspiracy, I'm Teliin' Ya!

No sooner than Blogger pulls their head out of their ass, see the post below, then the fucking cable goes out, AGAIN.

Fuck this noise.
I'm gonna go out in the garage and do something else.

Update;

Heh heh heh.
I went to Bi Mart and got a little electrical box and an outlet with a switch and an outlet to put on the end of an extension cord so I could turn on my propane forced air heater without plugging and unplugging it, idiots didn't put a switch on it.

My wife was out there complaining that she didn't like me messing with electricity and yadda yadda yadda, bitch moan and complain.

I got done and plugged it in and a circuit breaker popped immediately.



Life is good today.

It only took me a minute to figure it out but the amount of bitching I listened to should be against the law.

I'm going to work now.
If you don't hear from me expect that the rest of my day went just like the first part, only worse.