What hell are we thinking..

History 101..what is it called when your government controls the banking system, leading, large portions of private industry..health care is next..they are setting earning in private industry..robbing those who create the jobs to give to those who are to fucking lazy to earn their keep..socialism...no communism..

The Oreo in charge has made it clear were a fucked up country..We are all idiots and have no idea what is good for us..He also knows that to ever have one chance in hell to be re-elected he has to keep the entire welfare state in his pocket..Why do think they keep telling us how many jobs they have created and the unemployment rate keeps climbing..15.7% is the real deal number if you include those who have ran out of benefits..keep them broke and just barley feed them..what a deal..

We the people..the backbone of our once great country have done what we always do..we stood up and battled until the football season started then we just sat in our corner a bitched..in silence..We shouted and they listened..we stopped and the forged ahead..we a fucking sheep and they boy's in DC understand we cannot sustain our battle, we bow our heads in shame and accept our whippings...

We are losing our country..not a slow take over but a fast and hostile grab..Stand up and speak out..

A pissed off Rat..

Not meant to tread on Rats Toes

but i'm gonna start a blog of my own kinda put up some of my History .

And no before you think yer luck has Changed i'll still be posting on here aswell i just fancied having a pop at this bloggin shit myself

kick kick kick start you B'stard

Old School.....

I had to go to Sactown a few day's back..Went to see a doctor who could cure all that could ever go wrong with you..Using chicken blood, cheap cigars and rum I find out later..well I didn't get the cure so being in the area I decided I would swing into an old bro's shop and see if he had what was needed to cure the shovel..and no I was not looking for C-4..

Shop was still there hidden on a back road, couple of nice Bobbers out in front..Walked in and asked if Dale was around?? The kid behind the counter tells me Dale passed about five years ago and he ad taken over the shop..He was his son..I passed along my condolences and asked a few questions about my old bud..Then it started..

Dale Jr. informs me this is the last old school shop left in the area..So I asked what's old school?? He defined it as the hardcore biker lifestyle...You know man like you and my dad lived..I was sorta baffled at first,,I'm not that old shit..I just ride. Sure there are some unwritten rules we live by and it is a lifestyle but it's one that evolves, changes as life changes...

So for once I might be wrong but in my humble opinion old school is building a bobber or a rat..and has nothing to do with what we do or how we ride..Share your thoughts..and take the pole..LOL...

Rat     

Vetrans Day Thoughts...

I remember my day's serving our great country under a presedent who had nothing but distane for the military just like today..I was lucky we were not at war and the oppertunity to use us as cannon fodder to stop the war did not exsist..We got up and did our jobs for the people and the freedoms of Americans but nothing close to those who server today are enduring..

To our active troops and all those who have served..We the American people support and respect what you have done and are doing to keep us free and safe..We stand behind you, cheer your victories and share your pain in defeat..You are the backbone of our freedoms,,please keep the faith...No matter the outcome your are hero's in our hearts...

Rat.. 

Little Ricky..devil don't want you..

Get a call from a bro who runs a towing service..Little Ricky went down hard,,it doesn't look good..

Damn I had not talked with him in months..In fact since I sorta took the high road and stopped the serious parting ways we didn't see much of each other, in passing at the shops or dives..runs and such..Life happens and we move on. Leaving a bad thing sometimes costs you a few good things..it the price we pay for what we do..

I can't say when I meet Little Ricky but it was back in the day where riding a Harley made you a rebel and we lavished in the lifestyle..He was little Ricky when I first remember him, the name was a joke..He stands about 6'8" and tipped the scales at over 400 at times..That nasty ass home cooked white poweder had slimmed him down over the years..

We all have something we do in our lives that makes stand out. Ricky is the God of Gas..Ass gas..Captain Pooter..He was proud of his abilities..He saw a moment of silence as an opportunity to share..He could play a wooden bar stool like a fine tuned Fender Strat..He kept notes on what food would produce certain sounds and odors.. He is a sick puppy but aren't we all in some way..


Back to the wreck..They haul Ricky to the trauma center..out cold and beat to shit..Call his wife and tell her she had better hurry it looks a severe head trauma..She's about an hours away and goes like hell to get there..Runs into the trauma ward only to hear Ricky yelling at the top of his lungs...Find me a doctor who can speak english and own a pair of fucking shoe's..I guess the doc was wearing his native sandles..


Sorry Ricky looks like the devil don't want your smelly ass right now..I'll be seeing you soon old son..

Rat

Time to Pre-book the Ambulance

Coz me Kicker Kit for the Harley arrived this morning , i should be ok i mean i last kickstarted a bike in 1984 , so no problems huh....................erm.....

maybe i'll Video my first attempt for all the world to laugh at after i've fitted the thing or more likley i'll fuckup me only good leg and the Ambulance Driver will upload the Video instead

Holloween Burrito's

  Damn knew better than to eat that 3 pound, lard fried beef and bean belly bomb off the roach coach..Nap is now mandatory before rolling to the Dirty ones Halloween bash..Hour on the couch and I will be back to my  normal state of Ab-Normal..

I wake up riding..foggy and wet facing 3/4 of a wicked orange moon..Can see but not smell, hear but not understand..worlds a little fuzzy..lights flash behind me but but I can't make them out...Suddenly things become clear, there's midgets on mopeds bringing up the rear..I crank on the throttle and grab another gear..

The faster I ride the closer they get, first one I see is an orange haired little shit...Grab another gear it's time to split..Logic does tell that safe this can't be,,racing the fog at a 103..There's a black cat in the road seems to be waiting on me..Grinning a grin that sends chills down my spine...

Now we know that moped won't go 103, so how in the hell did the midgets get beside me..Pumpkins for helmets and big teethe grins..sitting above little pointy chins..ain't got no gears or more throttle to go but one things for certain there are no brakes in this show..

Into the corner with the short shit's in tow..Hard left hand lean the sparks fly off the hog..Midgets are laughing, hey wait that's my dog..riding on top of my red clay lawn frog..Now my stomachs a flipping and flopping in pain,,I'm a wondering if I'm getting farther insane..

All of the sudden out of the blue..the bells and whistles begin to blast..it a sound I remember from my near past..it's the door bell you dummy get off the couch fast..Trick or treat mister the goblin did grin..Halloween is upon us let the fun begin..   

Coming Down..

Coming down off the mountain is alway's a time to think..dangerous I know.. Burgers at my favorite joint are still greasy and half cooked, just the way I like them..The local bands are normally really bad..but who cares..Bikers are now the minority at the place..leather wearing honda drivers have taken over the top spot..life goes on..

Gadgets,,do they make our lives better or are they just another of lives little addictions???? Has any of you ever stopped in the middle of a ride and checked your cell phone for no real reason other than your hooked on it like crack??..I'm guilty..Woke up in the middle of the night and logged on the computer and checked you email..damn..just cause you had to know???..

Is there a 12 step program to help end this addiction..do we really need a GPS to get to the other side of town..What did we do before all these help full devices were chained to our minds..were we all dead ass lost with no one to talk to, text or email???

Well it all something to think about..I got to go..the scheduler on my Blackberry just told me so..and brought up a map of where I should be after checking my email..and programing my dvr...Have a great day...

Rat 

Rat-a-tics..Freedom of Speech is MIA, Leftwing loonies and more fun subjects

Here we go again..Nobamians have now set the structure for private industry salaries..the trickle down effect will of course impact us,,the minions..Now in a free, capitalist society we may not like what Joe or Jane Doe bring home and we don't but hey if you can sucker some fool into drop a few million a year into your account more power to you..now we are closing in on being commies..it sucks but it's happening..hey and guess  what were letting it..speak up damn it..

Liberals  can't stand the fact that right wing radio and news TV empowers America and raise doubt about the path our country is on..So the thing to do is ban it..Well guess what they are trying to pull the plug on Rush Limbaugh's show on the Armed Forces Network..Freedom of speech now only aplies to those who bow down to the new leader of the not quite as free as we were a year ago..Ya and Rush keeping you from buying the Rams may suck but I would hang around a buy a winner bro..

Health Care: I would love to read the bill but the Senate office in charge say's they can't figure out how to post it on the internet..Maybe they should call in Al Gore or is the Egore and have him do it..after all he created the internet..Snippets seems like if you don't like it and don't want it they big brother org. will come in and fine you $3,800 for not having it..and I thought loud pipe tickets sucked..damn..

This whole political thing sucks..might be time to ride off in the sunset with my American Flags flying and handgun in my saddle bag,,they are next on the long list of lost freedom to be taken away..after they pry it from my cold, dead fingers..Ride Safe all..they haven't got to that freedom yet..

Rat