tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44016321304202279682024-03-21T15:12:11.800-07:002 Rat BastardsThe Rat and Friend's road story's and rants..bikes, rides, roads, eats, place to go and places to stay..Bikes damn it..Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10110349241894336992noreply@blogger.comBlogger258125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401632130420227968.post-48248804973540909592013-04-08T06:03:00.001-07:002013-04-08T06:04:40.365-07:00The Rainbow. .<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8npHA27Nnl6ndIBuYyie7xOZW9u789LAD79VC0dEF_V_ZLTOVVdVchfm-PlkEUMn2yiTVIx2f5-MKxAtfW9Uzq1SJ_VrTEDMfHAkk6K6rN9NySwwMggehBTaBV8jbdkKBQ9ub-zvg48w7/s1600/2013-04-07+08.57.11-794000.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8npHA27Nnl6ndIBuYyie7xOZW9u789LAD79VC0dEF_V_ZLTOVVdVchfm-PlkEUMn2yiTVIx2f5-MKxAtfW9Uzq1SJ_VrTEDMfHAkk6K6rN9NySwwMggehBTaBV8jbdkKBQ9ub-zvg48w7/s320/2013-04-07+08.57.11-794000.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5864460850787255426" /></a></p><p>Its was there my Rainbow. .off far in the distance..didn't want to lose it..but could see it beginning to fade...rain and hail pounded me as I went faster..careless in pursuit of something I couldn't reach. .the closer I came the faster its fades...hopes and dreams where at the end of that rainbow. ..all things good lay within reach....the colors fade to darkness. .its a place I know all to well....chasing rainbows. ...its like chasing dreams...a never ending chase for the fool it seems...Good bye rainbow. .hopes fade away..maybe the my rainbow will come back today..</p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10110349241894336992noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401632130420227968.post-42851968782471009872013-03-29T16:16:00.000-07:002013-03-29T16:19:12.058-07:00The Bear, old dirty biker or dirty old biker..<br />
When it was said in a old post it brought back memories..1984 in Casa Grande Arizona. My first ex wife had got tossed out of the military and we were road tripping..A friend of a friend was told she was good with an airbrush and had contacted us about doing some painting..We pulled into town in a truck with a cabover camper and a trailer full of junk and the FXST..Now the old saying Bum Fuck Egypt came to mind when we pulled in to the burg..Directions were easy take the main road to the IGA and hook a left,,the big barn at the end of the road..<br />
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We pulled in and saw a giant walking across the lot..Bob I was told was a tall dude, that was an understatement..Bob was 7'1 3/4"..and owned two carnivals..He wanted us to rebuild and paint the carousels and offered stupid money for doing it..We were home in Casa Grande for a few months.. I would take the horse off and sand blast them, prime and base color then the ex would work her magic..she was damn good at it and made a living doing it long after I went out for a pack of smokes..<br />
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Living in the desert in the winter it's rats ass cold in the mornings and wind blew the rest of the time..at 24 I rode..tiny roads and major roads, explored the landscape looking for nothing but a place..still looking..I was about 20 miles from nothing one afternoon when I found the bar..I spent the last day trying to remember the name,,it's gone..There was a cherry FL parked in front so I pulled up and walked in..Bar tender and the widest not fat just wide old dude sitting at the bar..He seemed to be four feet wide and maybe five foot five..You could tell in his day he was a bull..well a bear..I sat back and ordered a beer..He glanced over and that was it..<br />
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The bar became a favorite stop..after the sixth time in and the big dude sitting in the same place every time I asked the bartender what his story was..He said that's the Bear and he has been here forever..I asked if he could talk..ya when he feels like it he will..A few more times in and the same deal, a glance and a nod..Until the day he say's hey kid..Now biker creed would not have allowed Joe Blow that pleasure but the Bear got away with it..I still threw out a gruff what..He asked of I rode much..I said everyday..<br />
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That was it for a couple of days, I walk in early on a Saturday afternoon..place was packed, must of been six people there..Bear had his stool so I sat down a few away and ordered a beer..Bear looks over and say's I hate crowds you wanna go for a cruise..Sure,,where we going..as he fired up that old FL he says follow me..We rode in a big circle of Joshua trees and desert..we put down a couple of hours of up and down and round and round..I was taking in the road..as we pulled back into the bar I remember thinking how I got to know Bear that day without saying a word..there are those you can share the road with and there are those you never hit the click with..we hit the click..I knew it and the Bear knew it..we back them in and and rolled off..Bear patted me on the back and said great ride..he felt the bond of the road too..<br />
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Bear looked to be maybe sixty but was seventy four..lost his wife ten years back and just never really got happy again..He would have a few and hit the jukebox..play Patsy Cline songs and sit and stare at the walls with tears rolling down his face..Never heard him raise his voice but the bartered said he was hell on wheels before he lost his wife..We rode, we went to Nogales, Tuscon and many a little towns that may not exist today..we never really talked about much but bikes and the road..He was happy when he was in throttle..never said so but you could see it..I never learned much more about the Bear, never knew where he lived or what he did..never knew his given name..<br />
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Last time I saw the Bear I stopped to tell him I was heading out..alone..Headed back to California by what ever road got me there..no hurry..He asked if he could ride to the boarder with me..Sure Bear you can ride any where with me friend..We pulled them in to the last truck stop off 10 and sat down and had dinner..we walked out and the sad look in the Bears face damn near got me all choked up..I said got to go..He shook my hand and said ride safe kid..I swear I saw a smile..ride safe yourself old timer..<br />
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Such a long winding road we have traveled. .The miles have always been our enemy today they are our release. .time ticked away three years to reach this day..we found it and lost it at times but our heart always won out over our minds..Our day is near and so are you..How we held this bond our love will never be known..we lived and we loved we cried and we have grown..I want to share the dream with you..as we pack our bags and count our blessing this my Sunshine is our ride..the first one of forever..
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The vows are said..the cake is gone hands have been shaken and many hugs well wishes..we packed the bike before being forever joined..we married wearing leather..all that's left is turn the key..for the first time we will share life together and free..I feel your arms tight around me as I reach up and turn the key..push the button to freedom and hear the low roar..vibrations and thunder the feeling I have knowing your there..With me for life this first ride we will share..<br />
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<span style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;">A light snow and chill in the air with warmth wrapped around me and the freedom of the wind we don't care. .</span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;">And the ride was a short one thank you mother nature...slow wind through the snow and roll the new in next to the old..the shovel still doesn't like company but maybe these two will get along..throw a few logs in the fireplace and sit back on the old worn couch eating pizza and hoping the snow breaks..could never ask for anything more than laying back with you in my arms..it was our day..our needs are met... the dream came true..</span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"> .last of our day..only thing left is figuring our drivers side and passenger side..Thank you for the start of a wonderful life..Love you mucho..Chiquita Senorita Del Sol...biggest Hugs</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10110349241894336992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401632130420227968.post-22222572385237900882013-03-22T06:48:00.000-07:002013-03-22T06:48:13.241-07:00Balance. .<br><p>Your first step ,your first attempt at balance..Balance was important and always part of life as you pass through your youngest years as we grow older its a natural part of life..you no longer have to think about it. .as we grow older balancing your tires or check book maybe the only time we think about it..</p> <p>Sunshine we have finally found what it is that makes what we share so special. .its the balance. .we tried our balance on the tight ropes and the super highways. .we found balance the hard way..we didn't even know it..Balance is a morning smile...drying dishes. .only pushing the buttons that have happy faces on them..Its letting you be you. ..taking out the trash or walking the dog. .when you change the flat on the car while I watch a Giant's game..couldn't help it..its sharing our days and the TV remote..its sharing wind on cold spring morning. .making breakfast together..its not worrying about tomorrow until is yesterday. .</p> <p>Its sitting on the back porch..huddled up on that old well worn couch. ..just holding on in comfortable silence. .sharing a smile and letting our today's fade away too our tomorrows ..tomorrow starts a new wonderful chapter in our lives...its the day we dreamed of in many ways and on many days..its finally came...Love you always and ever..met me on the old couch tonight...monster hugs..</p> </blockquote></p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10110349241894336992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401632130420227968.post-28453898201537733902013-03-20T17:42:00.001-07:002013-03-20T17:42:35.307-07:00Sunshine and the Monkey Man...Reflections<br><p>Lots of people have read the storiies here over the last few years..Sunshines inspiration and a little push we decided to share some of our personal stories. ..a little bit of all we enjoy now two days before we make the commitment for a lifetime. .The blog is Sunshine and the Monkey Man..and here's a small taste of many...You will find the link on blogs to ride over too..enjoy.<br><br><p>Sometimes a story can have many meanings and each story shared has a meaning to Sunshine and the Monkey Man. .shared past memorys that are the same...only in different times and places..amazing how things work in this life. .other story are a dream or a though shared and given freely..other are putting away the things that keep life from moving forward. ..as life as life always will..</p> <p>Reflections today have new meanings as they will everyday..learning to let go and release the parts of our lives that both gave highs so very high and lows as low as the mind can go have been both hard and joyful. .Life as we learn has control and if we as what we are attempt to change it heart aches and pain are the results..maybe its the years we have or maybe it plain luck that what is shared today is a new and different world than one could imagine..</p> <p>Having been one then none to reach the point of two sharing one goal happiness without restraints..For those who have never been there you probably will never understand for we still only know its a wonderful place and stopped asking how it works..Like the meaning of the word love..strong yet gentle..will love you always and forever has new meanings..its the same love with understanding. .life was and is in control and we are the pawns it plays with...to try and change what is shared is no longer an option. .hopes are like dreams today..the more you hope the more distant the dream becomes..to much hope puts life and what is true and real beyond our reach..</p> <p>Everyday is a new adventure. .the highs are not as high and the lows easily overcome..It is finding life can be comfortable and having an ear..a shoulder a smile...not grasping for the heart strings not wishing for the commitments that bind lives to a halt..today we share happiness. .as true and as pure as we can..its where we never thought possible but with the strength we have always shared we again have made it work and work wonderfully. .I share this today as best I can..its been written and tried time and time again..its only touches the surface of your friendship and the true unrelenting and always forgiving love means to me..like that bond that pulls us together there are not the right words to express it..Thank you Sunshine for a wonderful life..Love you mucho<br> .always and ever...Hugs </p> </blockquote></p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10110349241894336992noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401632130420227968.post-9774313306577664232013-03-10T13:59:00.001-07:002013-03-10T14:00:38.958-07:00Winding down..<p>Its just around the corner less that two weeks away..Scooter will be here..Dreams of the future have began to fall into place..Its been a long hard trip with more ups and downs then a drive through Wyoming. .Elevated at times but the valleys we crossed were long and full of uncertainty. .we always climbed out..Its all about what's in your heart. .its always there and undying. .</p> <p>This last leg of the journey Sunshine has been pure joys we missed. .Today I feel your joy from miles away just as I was holding you close..The calls and texts from those who love us and care have been enlightening and happy..I am coming home..for all the readers and followers thanks for keeping us inspired. .plans are to get this riding blog back in the wind..to dig up more old memories and to create our own to share...Lucky 13 Sunshine. ..time to grab a gear..Need those big warm hugs..</p> <p>Rat...</p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10110349241894336992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401632130420227968.post-50316677566338886922013-03-05T17:41:00.001-08:002013-03-05T17:42:56.515-08:00What's the Fuck...<p>Rolling prior to the damn sun waking up..ain't nothing here except blue ribbon beer..Can't park an 85 foot personal vehicle in the Harley museum parking lots..and its fucking snowing. .now the first snow in Wyoming was interesting since that time I have found snow to be annoying. ..like a 3 inch long bleeding roid. ..and why do they call them hemorrhoids. ..why not herorroids..oh well either why they are a pain in the ass..like snow..some people like it..ya lets go play in the snow. .get your head checked. ..shits cold and slimy..sticky...its nasty..like crusty underwear nasty..Ever get stuck in a snow strorm..younger days did once but it was in a baggie..not cold wet sticky shit..did you hear me yelling. .I hate fucking snow. .</p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10110349241894336992noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401632130420227968.post-89134202543193115502013-02-28T11:23:00.000-08:002013-02-28T11:23:00.561-08:00Mormons and cigarette butts..<p>Mormons are a strange breed sort of moronic robotic in their quest for a few wives or money..Money of course is number one..like most religions..praise the lord and pass the mighty dollar. .So in a quest for the truth it was discovered that they also loved big trucks..not the whoo hooo four wheel drive red neck toys but the big stuff..Peterbuilts and Freighshakers..ya I'm a Peterbuilt guy. .</p> <p>So having fallen prey to the Mormons I'm sitting here in one of their houses of worship. ..no not in church but the demonic money pit know as a terminal. .once your here it's as close to terminal as it gets..sitting here watching as the new robots are being trained to replace the burned out robots most of who make it two weeks in the quest to steal some Mormon gold..shits hard to get and well protected. .Again like most religions Mormons will rape your ass and tell ya God made them do it...I fire up a smoke..</p> <p>Now Mormons hate cigarettes they feel its a Pentacostal evil brought on by big tobacco and they don't own any stocks in it..So I'm smoking my evils and enjoying some refreshing rays of my Sunshine and I toss the first evil butt out the window..We have a wonderful of smiles and bad jokes..punch lines. with little punch that still bring smiles. .and I tossed a bunch of evil butts..now as day turns to night I have my daily brain fart and that of course induces more emotions that lead to well more butts..as the morning breaks..I hear my Sunshines sweet morning whisper or just the joyful sound of being woke up from a blissful rest that brings joy and well a few more you guessed it butts..</p> <p>As I'm brew up the second pot thinking of Sunshine and the wonderful smiles that await the day the truck parked in front of me moves..low and behold my I be struck by lightning a big sign not from God but close from the Mormons. .the biggest sign in the whole damn place..DO NOT THROW OUT CIGARETTE BUTTS..Now damn again..as I open the door for the first time in hours and there lies a 3 foot high pile of yup butts..long ones and short ones...just stacked to the bottom step...damn its about daylight. .see not to be confused with Sunshine. ..what should I do..Now not wanting to break the rules or better put not wanting to get caught breaking the rules I do what needs to be done..put the truck in gear and move to the empty space in front of the sign. .Good Morning again Sunshine. ..Hugs. ...</p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10110349241894336992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401632130420227968.post-73579399960529824732013-02-22T17:45:00.000-08:002013-02-24T07:21:15.367-08:00A Long Time Coming..my Sunshine. .<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Never have I been so happy again my Sunshine pulled me from the fires of my own hell..never turning away and always standing firm beside even when I was weak..Things finally turned for the better we are sharing sometime..enjoying the twinkle in her eyes..A year of nothing but work and time to enjoy..Friday while she was slaving I went hunting..time for a ring..never knew there were so many..the colors..found a beautiful orange 3 carat stone..ouch but worth every penny..<br />
Went for a steak..Did it the way you should in a crowd of people on one knee..Sunshine will you marry me..To my hearts delight she said yes..Time to plan a future we dreamed of laying in bed that night not talking just staring deeply into her eyes I knew I had the only girl of my dreams..we dreamed together of a wedding. .of a honeymoon..of a big pink champagne cake with a scooter on top..decided on a ride and a new ride to do it on..its only money..and honey your worth every dime..We set the date..March 23 hope I can wait a month..<br />
Saturday morning off to the Harley shop..Road King..a queen needs a comfortable carriage. .Black of course they didn't have one but Vern who owned the shop had an idea..we sat down and built it..be in on March 18th..Hey Vern let me ask you a question..What do you think about letting get hitched right here in the middle of your shop. .Big smile on his face. .hell yes lets do it..Happy Monkey man...damn Sunshine lets plan the trip..Need to find a place in California to..Kansas is nice. .LOL...<br />
Been all over this big country over the last year..Living in my truck and running my ass off..about 140,000 miles worth and 46 states saw some shit and saw some beautiful country..gonna take a month and show her true beauty. .Gonna roll from Kansas if the weathers good run the 70 through Vail and the Backdoor to Utah. .if there I any snow in the forecast gonna head to New Orleans. .some jumbo Sunshine. .I don't need food just sitting across from you looking in those eyes fills me full..wanna run the desert into California. .a stop in San Antonio for a big ass steak..sunrise in New Mexico. .sunset in Arizona. .on to the coast highway..run the one..San Francisco. .little fisherman's wharf treat..Maybe a Giants game if there in town..up to Portland then across 84..got to ride cabbage hill..<br />
Run back down through Utah. .devils slide and on to St. George one of the most beautiful places there is..Some Grand Canyon time...then on to Vegas..wanna show here the lights dropping of the 15 late at night..the glow from miles away..then back down to the 40..through the south. .down to Key West for some sun..then the last leg through the Carolinas into Virginia..That long hill on 64 over looking the Shenandoah Valley..breath taking just like you Sunshine. .then home to begin a life of happy shared dreams and miles and always the wind..Love ya mucho. .thank you for all you give..<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10110349241894336992noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401632130420227968.post-40213072159598384332013-02-18T15:33:00.001-08:002013-02-18T15:37:18.330-08:00Tamales and Beer..<p>Friday night full of the Dirty One...cheap beer and smelly bars..must of rode home and see a lump of snoring flesh on my couch. .Damn Ernie next time ya spend the night. .well I'm just guessing the last couple hours of it leave your damn boots on..Wake up your sweet woman is gonna beat both our asses..</p> <p>Now knowing breakfast is the most important meal of the day we split a 6 pack of Coors and a bag of hot porkrinds..yummy..had to hit the shop and fine tune a machine. .Ernie call Maria bro..later dude she ain't gonna say nothing..she's making tamales for a party..Hey when we finish will go and throw a big munch..hey never turned down Maria's tamales and today ain't the day to start. .</p> <p>It took a couple of hours for the residual hangover to start setting in..Dude lets go grab some brews and tamales. .first lets stop at Les & Lu's for some hair of the dog..now there are some fine scooter trash bars..there some so so scooter trash bars and then there was Les & Lu's..now it was the first place I ever went that the roaches and the rats left voluntary. .just pack their little vermin ass off someplace else..the place had mold for a decor..never ever thought of drinking from a mugs..bartender had to trap them with a net as they were trying to leave..but my head was pounding and the hangover won..lets do it Dirty..</p> <p>In the back of my alcohol soaked brain I'm thinking dude you should call home..If I remember correctly they had been married for a week or ten days..oh well give me another bartender. ..after three or four cold long necks..Dirty looks over and says Dude this sucks let ride over to Delberts..an upper class dive bar.I say dude ya should call home..same shit..she's making tamales she wont miss me..ok then lets roll..</p> <p>Now we left my place about seven am..and hit Delbets about three pm..relax..drinks and little pool..its about. Seven pm..damn dude lets roll...we got about eighty miles to the Casa. .some gear jamming throttle twisting puts us right on the doorstep in an hour..lights on couple extra cars in the driveway..Ernie shuts down the old pan..smiles and says see bro no problem. .as we are strolling to the front door it swings open..Maria with a big smile..her sister come strolling out..where the tamales girls I am starving. .Tamales that's not till next week. ..the twins are sleeping see you boys tomorrow. .damn got any spam dirty...sucker..<br> </p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10110349241894336992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401632130420227968.post-18562588925927550172013-02-10T17:16:00.001-08:002013-02-10T17:21:46.742-08:00Confession of a true<p>Doughnut ass..didn't start out as a doughnut ass..once it was small and firm..lady's would take second glance. .jeans were made to fit..strutting like a rooster where ever it went..and one day it happened...</p> <p>Started so innocently. Hit the break room at 9am and Carlos handed me a big pink box..now doughnuts were nothing new to me but these jewels were different. .you could see there soft tenderness..the loving glisten in there glazing. .the warm glowing tenderness flowing from there perfect shapes..size..yes it was love at first bite...</p> <p>Soft sweet glazed..my first date..I mean taste..she was like a tiny piece of heavily sugar coated lust. .Chocolate cake with sprinkles..oh my heart raced..mind wondering where they had been all my life..</p> <p>It started slowly..up early cruising the streets searching for my lovely soft doughy dreams..at first the effects were pure pleasure before work..then I found myself hunting my delights at lunch..then at dinner..Oh my the milk bill was so outrageous. .yet I couldn't stop..</p> <p>One day I noticed the old hard Corbin gunslinger on the shovel growing softer..like it knew soft chewy was our goal..I mounted my new doughnut rake with loving care on her fender..touching the seat that still felt firm I wondered how it became so soft when I sat.</p> <p>Days turned to weeks..one sunny morning after my delights. .oh and I will never forget strawberry frosted my pants button popped..shooting across my kristpy cream box about killing some old biddy..this was the day I knew I had a problem...I need some new and bigger jeans..</p> <p>Just like my lovely doughnuts..well close first a dozen became two..then three..same with jeans first one size then three...this was becoming a problem..ever price jeans..and Corbin was growing oh so soft..still hard to the touch but who am I to question such a fine seat..</p> <p>Then one day it happened..the doughnut shops were closed..Fucking Santa Claus I hated you that day..the withdrawal was horrendous. .death..I wanted death..I knew then it was time for a plan..after hours of deep painful thought I decided I would buy my 6 dozen daily the day before. .oh my lovelys I missed you so..</p> <p>I'm writing this so it may help others..a doughnut ass is a true burden..when you realize its happened it to late..yes your belly button is still there..but your problems are behind you..no not gone away<br> its your ass..doughnuts go straight to your ass..quit brothers and sisters..while the door ways off life still open wide enough for your hips to slide through...or find a doughnut shop with a drive up window..that works too...enjoy..</p> <p>Rat<br><br><br></p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10110349241894336992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401632130420227968.post-2686737331508373202013-02-08T17:14:00.001-08:002013-02-08T17:28:18.790-08:00Oh that smell...<p>Friday night..payday and the dirty one has a an idea..about the same idea every Friday but at least I know his minds still semi functional. .Hey bro ride over by my place around seven..we can go grab so brews and carnitas. .Not one to turn down either I agree..Little side trip to the Bomb Shelter after I'm sure..</p> <p>The old pan and the shovel shined sweet we head to Fresno. .Pepes down town..big ass plate of refrieds and greasy carnitas..couple of cold Coors and off to the Bomb Shelter we head..now the parking is in the rear but the only way to get there is through the bar..so we putt right through and grab a space..</p> <p>Now the Bomb Shelter is one of those fine establishments..they got a stage with dancers. .never been drunk enough to throw more than a glace that way..scary..normally a few ears and eyeballs on the floor at closing time..normally 6 or 8 Fresno PD parked across street then too..never stay late..and always a fine crowd of people hanging. .we grab a table and order a brew..all the sudden the carnitas grease and refrieds rumble..Damn only one cure so as dignified as you can you let rip..</p> <p>Now my sound suppressing was excellent. .but happened next was well...history. .so I sitting there little grin going when this green cloud of funk hits my nose..then it hits the dirty one..then it hits the fat bastard behind me..you know the look..when your acting like ya don't smell it and your trying to figure out who cut the beast..well the trick to a good fart is act like it was someone else..</p> <p>So the dirty one has the nasty evil right on me..I do the flick head toss towards the fat bastard..easy prey. .not so fast..he catches it..in a deep load voice he says not me little man..if I was gonna fart it would be like this..he stands up and lets loose an earthmover..felt the table shake..damn. .About that time someone else busts one..its a war..chicks running for the doors..dudes chowing pickled eggs and draft..grunting and groaning. .rippers..wall shakers..silent but deadlys..Its was all out war..</p> <p>Now if your ever lucky enough to find yourself facing a fart war..some tips and tricks..any cheap ale..broccoli. .boiled eggs..most real spicy Mexican food..will help you stand your ground..This was researched in the dirty ones garage over a period of years..If you work your combination of sound and smell you can win the war..not many dates..keep your nose up..</p> <p>Rat</p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10110349241894336992noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401632130420227968.post-1524514643727565392013-02-06T21:34:00.001-08:002013-02-13T15:48:40.897-08:00Darkness. .Sunshine. .Hope<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Twisted fate..that's a place that lives under the surface in all of us..Some are strong..or lucky to never see or feel its tentacles digging through you..some aren't as lucky..I played my cards and lost all..material possessions can be replaced. .freinds..family. .love..joy. .happiness. ..self worth are hard to recover..didn't need drugs..didn't need a drink..lived in the past..tried to hold on..show my strength as I slowly lost my dignity..pride...my one true love in life..<br />
I don't know if there a guardian angel or we all have someone who watches over us..I do know I returned a text message and that was the last card left in my deck..I flipped the lucky bastard card..The last person alive that should talk to me..oh the damage done..the pain I freely gave..hello. ..like a soft breeze passing through my raging skull..<br />
I was in a deep dark place you can only find inside you..on this day and days to follow I was asked to dig deep into my wicked soul. .it hurts my friends knowing and facing those demons that dwell inside you..tears and rage were my menu..love and hate..releasing feelings long buried. .<br />
You stood by me..not interfering knowing the pain you had felt..reaching out when needed..standing back when not..its a hard process..my first lessons was learning what true love really is..<br />
Its a long hard road. .forgiving myself may never happen. .Life grows less dark..The Sunshine in my life is much more distant..to far to ever hold..but far brighter than ever before..I know pain. .I know true love is not what we were lead to believe in life..I know one friend. .dear friend who I will always be greatful..I'm not back yet. .but moving a little farther everyday..hugs Sunshine they are all for you..and the friends who read this..thanks. ..</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10110349241894336992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401632130420227968.post-67018648579568015512013-02-06T16:38:00.001-08:002013-02-06T16:49:33.084-08:00Like a Virgin<p>There are few things in life like losing your virginity. .but you lose it not only in the back seat of your moms car but in many ways through out life..Like the first time you feel that big V-Twin thumping power the lenght of your spine...</p> <p>Must of been 1974 or 1975 my big ugly ass cousin came pulling into the driveway..had no seen him in a couple years..I was the first one out the door when I heard that rumble..The big man reached down and switched off the key..put his arm around me and gave me a big hug..Now at that age a man hugging me was off limits..Today its a sign a brother or sistership..we all rambled back in the house. .</p> <p>About and hours later he caught me staring at that bastard hardtail..half breed pan shovel..Felt that big harry hand on my shoulder..you wanna it ride boy...<br> My heart jumped..sure..he handed me the key..never forget those pocket worn shiny Harley wings. .let show you how to start it..and walked me through the gears and brakes..told me be safe..enjoy..</p> <p>Reached out and twisted that throttle just a hair..felt that vibration. .rumbling in my ear..I could see the big man smiling..I pulled the clutch and kicked it down into first. .load klack..my heart was racing..hands sweaty on the grips..slow twist and release I feel it start to move..</p> <p>Lived out on country roads..farm land..nothing for miles..hit the street..nervous as a virgin on prom night..twisted it back..Klack..second gear..Klack ..theirs gear..klack. .fourth gear..my body and machine melting together..heart racing..not from fear from the thrill...my body and soul knowing where they belonged...I rode. .seemed like a minute was closer to an hour..</p> <p>I pulled back in the driveway..knowing the big mans gonna be pissed..he come walking out of the house. .smiling...I handed him the keys..He just said ain't nothing like it is there..</p> <p>My cousin Randy was killed in Viet Nam about 7 months later..we drove to Modesto for the funeral. .I cried that day..was along time till I ever really cried again..I took that bastard pan/shovel home that day in boxes. .he was rebuilding when the draft got him..enough parts to build two bikes..spent many lonely nights in the garage..with an old chiltons guide and dads tool box. .thought of Randy handing me the keys that day many time..miss ya big man</p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10110349241894336992noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401632130420227968.post-16282523477719551622013-01-25T18:26:00.001-08:002013-01-25T18:26:41.818-08:00 The rat the weasel and the toad..a truck stop love story..
Been awhile so bear with me..no there are no bears in the story..a rat, a weasel and a toad..bit role by a lizard..now the toad is only here to keep the flies from snatching this story before its posted..toads don't say much anyway..Here goes..enjoy..<br />
Rat been pounding gears and fighting snow for 10 hours time to stop..remembered that little sleazy truck stop outside Butt Montana. .I know missing an E..ever been to Butt in January its butt cold..no E this time..Now the rat being highly skilled and over trained in the art of truck wrestling pulls the big peterbuilt into the lot..ya got a new petrrbuilt..not many people can say that. .damn dirty minds..picks him out a spot to back her into..well 3 hours later, much unsavory language and a couple of broken mirrors later it done and parked..Don't sweat it he cheats his log books.time just disappears. .<br />
So sitting back doing paperwork he here this light tap, tap, tap on the truck..looks down see a lizard standing there..the infectious type..Lot Lizard..Rats a kind man and had noticed a weasel parked next to him so least he can do is point the Lizard in the right direction as he rolls down the window he hears the familiar Honey do you need..now the rat stops her mid sentence. .lady..lizard what ever you might be sorry but got a full jar of vasaline right in the back..but there is a weasel parked right next to me..might try there..didn't have to mention don't date outside my species. .<br />
Rat hears that gentle knock. .Lizard in..good that might keep the weasel quit..can't trust a damn weasel no way..keep them flies out here mister toad..<br />
The next morning through the butt freezing snow rat heads in for coffee. .low and behold there stands the weasel...sad weasel..Rat feels consoling this morning and asked hey brother what's up..The weasel looks up and hacks a few times..hangs his head and says he been robbed and given the flu..did ya see that lizard around my truck last night..rat has to plead the 5th with a smile..buy ya cup ya weasel..<br />
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Been a long rough and tumble one..gonna leave it at that..found out we have a guardian angel...when they whack you with the club pay close attention..thank you..this one was all you..the Rat
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So the heat of the political season is upon us..I have given up..Drawn the conclusion that the only winners are the politicians..Mitt is not a conservative,,in fact he is a lighter skinned Nobama..Been buying votes since 1994 and gonna buy a chance to be president this time from the looks of things..Failed governor..Keeps his cash off shore..can't beat his opponents but can out spend them..10 to 1..Could be the anti-Christ..Didn't I say this the last time through..so I quit..I'm tossing in the towel and will vote for any independent just to keep my bitching rights active..<br />
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Really...this is not an April fools joke..we have to many fools in this country to begin with..I see no difference in either Mister Buy the Job..or Mister I can't do the job..Status Quo gets you farther in the hole..When a politician backs a politicians grab you KY Jelly...it's gonna hurt..<br />
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So I guess I'm gonna have to start penning new topics again..maybe some bike stuff,,,end of the world stuff..nuclear violation of the earth..Maybe chase some air Nazis.Maybe start telling stories...So the top ten reasons to vote for Mitt..<br />
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<li>Nice hair</li>
<li>Bad Jeans</li>
<li>Doesn't mind you having multiple wives</li>
<li>Wont leave watermelon seeds and chicken bones laying around the white house..</li>
<li>Likes firing people..</li>
<li>Knows where to hide money from the IRS</li>
<li>Father was a successful illegal alien</li>
<li>Wont have mariachi bands in the rose garden</li>
<li>Clueless about the real world..</li>
<li>Will change his mind and underwear daily</li>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10110349241894336992noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401632130420227968.post-86807548170607527752012-03-17T18:45:00.000-07:002012-03-17T18:45:25.934-07:00Leaving Barfstow<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Been over a year in this burg..Grown a deep dislike for it..Time to move on..Barstow has it's good points..so does hell I guess..but here they go..<br />
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<ol style="text-align: left;"><li>No matter what time you go to Walmart you can get fresh pictures for the people of Walmart weekly photo shoot..</li>
<li>You can wear your superman pajamas 24/7 it's the dress code..</li>
<li>Dumpster divers have a union..</li>
<li>Avoiding the bad parts of town is a breeze..Stay on Intestate 15 till the next town..</li>
<li>You can eat anyplace..all the food tastes the same..Bad</li>
<li>It's easy to score drugs..</li>
<li>Rank #1 toothless town west of the Mississippi..</li>
<li>Tattoos are cheap..Liquor stores are on every corner..</li>
<li>No matter what you need no place will have it..</li>
<li>There is so much jet fuel in the water smoking on the toilet has been banned..a life saver..</li>
</ol>So moving on..I hope after reading this you feel my pain..if you do stop smoking what ever it is your smoking..Moving in to trucking..bad eyes don't matter as much when your handling 80000 pounds of truck..Of course it will never replace riding by feel..Never matter much in Barfstow by the way..If you were on a smooth road you knew you were riding in the dirt..<br />
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So adios you rotten, stinking dump..Gonna miss dealing with our troops,,they are a shining light..proud to have worked with and been part of what you ladies and gentlemen do and are doing to protect our freedoms..Stay safe my friends..Look out Toto..me and the boys are heading your way..<br />
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No what came out of the commentators mouth almost made me toss my tarts..The leader of our country issued an apology..Now not once but twice in two days..Nothing about the troops who died..Only how sorry he is about the burning of the Koran..An American president who would apologize to any nation after all we the American people have sacrificed for the people and nation of Afghanistan deserves to be tried for treason..We need to pull our troops and reduce our nuclear arsenal by turning the county into a glowing green uninhabitable pile of radio active dust..Let's do Iran to before it happens again..<br />
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God Bless America...Keep our people and our troops safe...Ride free..Rat...</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10110349241894336992noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401632130420227968.post-46529309126984025162012-02-19T14:07:00.000-08:002012-02-19T14:19:00.818-08:00Good Bye America...we have been sold out...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">High hopes someone would step up..fill the void our great country needs to recover it's dignity..Three years of nothing other than give a ways and apology tours..Mariachi concerts compardre czars and crushing of our Constitution...our way of life..Half of our country receives federal aid of some sort..those who deserve it can't get it..Entitlements equal voters, dividing our nation is a goal..The setting president has played the race card..waived it in our faces and laughed..We the sheepeole ..to dumb to feed ourselves need to have our diets, our lifestyles and our minds controlled by the morons who rule..Churches now must break doctrine to comply..Buddies receive billions in bailout and we the people don't rate a small amount of Vaseline as we are slowly screwed..If our president were white and right wing we would be watching impeachment hearings under the laws of treason in the first degree..<br />
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So now the grand old party sends us their answers to the problem..We have Mitt Romney trying to buy the White House once again..Listen to the Rat for a minute..This is the right wing anti-Christ..He hides behind his super pacs and slanders his opponents..he can't run on his record just like our sitting president..in fact they are way more alike than they are different..His future plans are little or no change in what we have today..His buddies are our sitting presidents buddies..be damn careful here..<br />
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The Newt..Brilliant man if he he could stop sticking his dick in the fan every time the feel good feeling hits..Washington insiders hate his idea's they trample that feel good feeling that has put us on the edge of ruin.. Question is will at some point in the campaign can he keep his pants zipped long enough to make his point..<br />
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The Sanatorum machine..The guys solid..background is good..can he get the hoards to overlook his convictions..I don't agree with some of them but respect his solid footing and not wavering from his beliefs and moral values..Imagine have moral and social values in our country..Boy's got a tough row to hoe..getting millions of Romney bucks tossed at him..good luck Rick..<br />
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Ron Paul...got to love him..would want him as president but would love to BBQ with him..<br />
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Rosanne Barr...Green Party..hey can't be worse..LOL...<br />
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Rats doing OK..ride on Brothers and Sisters..God Bless America... </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10110349241894336992noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401632130420227968.post-53040140391156344242012-01-01T14:51:00.000-08:002012-01-01T14:51:27.894-08:00Sunsets on 2011...about time...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Ever hear the saying having on of those days well 2011 was one of those years..Without all the gory details it other than my sunshine sucked..Health, wealth and what is left of sanity suffered thoroughly..Couldn't ride and that makes writing a riding blog tough..Politics fire me for a short time then the reality of my beliefs won the battle ..Missed writing to you all...missed a lot of simple things not because I couldn't do them because it was more convenient not too...New life and a new lief this year..it is a battle but I'm gonna win..fight through it..May never be able to dazzle you with the old brilliance but will do my best to continue to baffle you with bullshit..Thoughts from within..some true even..<br />
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Does anyone believe drug companies will ever truly strive to cure any disease..Stop and think about what would happen if the cured cancer..not how they do it today..you take a pill and it's gone..any disease or illness that makes them billions of dollars and supports 1/6 of the worlds economy..food for thought..<br />
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Politics...got into it..got worn from it..We have the worst of the worst running the country ..Today my support is going to be with who ever runs against him..Our country is in shambles..we have a senate and a congress who play election politics with our lives..our lively hoods..our country is broken beyond anything we can imagine..The poor who live off our daily sweat live far better than we do..ever get behind a food stamper while your buying just enough to survive..watch them as they have the best of the best..while your chewing hotdogs..We have lost the basic pretense of the American dream..get off your mother fucking lazy ass and get a job..Give the missing in action worthless Campaigner in Chief 4 more and watch our life as we know it disappear..it's so close to gone today you can reach out and touch it,,see it in the faces of those who work hard to survive..those who do what must be done to live in what's left of the American dream..Bring it back my friends,,,be heard,,be load,,be proud... Be America once again..Be heard my friends...</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10110349241894336992noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401632130420227968.post-76433992215709787242011-11-07T04:07:00.000-08:002011-11-07T04:27:32.955-08:00Yer i'm Still Alive<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rdtllWMNubw/TrfMlJmkgqI/AAAAAAAAAH4/KWjNPXmrFMI/s1600/Shovel%2BCV%2B600%2Bsize.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rdtllWMNubw/TrfMlJmkgqI/AAAAAAAAAH4/KWjNPXmrFMI/s400/Shovel%2BCV%2B600%2Bsize.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672227194301350562" /></a><br />Bought me a 1980 FLH , found it though a friend who said it was sitting in a Garage unloved an gathering dust . <br /><br />Brought it home an had its Jugs removed as the motor was slapping a little . Needed a 20thou overbore to sort that out . Then I commited the Cardinal Sin an stuck a EVO CV Carb on it . Tell yer what it makes a huge difference , bike runs way smoother than before . I love this bike lots an i've still got me other one aswell . <br /><br />All i've done is the Rebore , fitted a rack , changed the bars as the originals made it a pain to park indoors an fitted the Carb . Next up is some diferent Exhausts an maybe a set of forwards . got a few hundrd more miles to do to finish running in the new Pistons an Rings but no rush it'll get done . <br /><br />Love the Sound this Engine makes . happy as a pig in shit now i've finally got meself a Shovel . <br /><br />Anyhow here's a Pic of me New ol Bike .Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401632130420227968.post-24152556515353881802011-10-23T09:24:00.000-07:002011-10-23T09:24:37.084-07:00Fifty...looking back, moving forward...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Woke up from a dream only to find I was dreaming..Fifty...Mom,,Inspiration, Free thinking never follow the crowd follow your heart..Believe and never fear fighting for what you believe or what is yours..gone early always in my heart and mind..I still believe..Dad..Lot's of years to figure out..I got it now..I understand..<br />
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Always out spoken,,even as a kid..Tasted the soap early and often..Excelled when inspired..withdrew in a crowd..could always be alone when surrounded..Sports..Bell bottoms..Bad hair and cowboy boots..Game winning double in the championships..Panama Red..Boones Farm apple wine..Panhead project..a job..always a job..beer and Southern Comfort..Dear hunting and movie dates..The Mid Way drive in..Sister Mary Elephant..U.S. Army..Teens no better times at the time..life in my lane..<br />
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Growing up..Germany..The Grossman..still a brother in arms and in life..Back to work..the ride..Palm Springs to Tampa..Cuba Town best beef around..Back and forth..ride the sea..ride the roads..Sunrise outside Tuscon..Sunset in New Orleans...A thrill ride..every ride..The Dirty One..master wrench..fast short love..to many chemicals and never enough time..work..not an alcoholic a workaholic..looking for a big ladder to climb..never look back.<br />
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Fading..you never know it happens until it bites you on the ass..but instilled madness never lets you slow down..driven..riding like you never rode only to find it takes longer to get there and you missed more things along the way..Slowing down just isn't in the cards..painful memories are only memories..it's all what you make of them..Happiness is always within reach.. <br />
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Fifty..it's been the most painful yet fulfilling year of them all..I stumbled on pure Sunshine..the only thing that has held me together..I found life to be annoying..hard and love of work and accomplishment faded..I chuged through my days without vigor..was it just fifty? Wealth and health problems..been a hard tough year..for most I do believe..KJ..you and how you handle it have made me understand it..I'm regressing back to living, forget the bad and welcome what life has given..I hear the old shovel coming back to life..I feel arms around me and dusty roads calling..time to kick it in the ass for another fifty..welcome home Rat Bastard..ride on...<br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10110349241894336992noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401632130420227968.post-91510441267821918592011-10-15T07:32:00.000-07:002011-10-15T07:34:33.762-07:00The Tics...welcome to the jungle<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">...Occupy Wall street... It's hard to take it serious until you question it..Who pays the bills, keeps the reefer and munchies flowing..What do they want..our money..no our way of life..Give me youth,,supported by a socialist movement with cash..get them in the induct them into your way of thinking..easy targets in disgruntled youth, hell we have a whole country disgruntled both on the right, in the middle and on the left..we have inept leaders..inept misses the point we have been sold out by our political system on all levels..<br />
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Herman Cain..watch the talking heads explain how he doesn't have a chance..The insiders don't get it..we the people have had enough we don't want political insiders or career politicians drive the ship anymore..They have spent the last 60 years destroying our country..Giving away our hard earned money, supporting those who are nothing but leeches on our way of life..Tell mister Obama how the hell political contributions can buy a loan of half a billion dollars,,,no wait we have another one about to bite the dust for 1.2 billion dollars of our hard earned money..2 billion dollars of tax payers hard earned money down the toilet and you want more..Screw you and screw DC..Time to stand up and be counted..Hang in there Herman we the people support you..<br />
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Now enough is enough..Time to disrupt the system and take back what is ours..our country,, our freedom and our voice..speak out..be heard..be loud,,be proud..Toss them in 2012...I hear Steve Miller in the back ground..Jungle Love baby...It's driving me mad it's making me crazy....</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10110349241894336992noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401632130420227968.post-91924974568361553652011-10-02T08:11:00.000-07:002011-10-02T08:11:47.176-07:00The Dust Devil<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcZShyphenhyphenVx72sce6kkzy-YUNZmeSrC07VDGapUHuKqkexfx643fnHyTFXNWfsaPB11gAuaMEtbkKDLYhVi3OEC7irk3pnCoSSovRlpYdRk1QRvnuEr9RYHOvQK_te55sK1kvVJJQtRW_FKz5/s1600/2011-09-23+13.47.55.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcZShyphenhyphenVx72sce6kkzy-YUNZmeSrC07VDGapUHuKqkexfx643fnHyTFXNWfsaPB11gAuaMEtbkKDLYhVi3OEC7irk3pnCoSSovRlpYdRk1QRvnuEr9RYHOvQK_te55sK1kvVJJQtRW_FKz5/s320/2011-09-23+13.47.55.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Sat down with a rant...politics..Felt a twinge of missing my Sunshine..miles do that..Working on the lifetime cure for that problem..Then I saw the Dust Devil..<br />
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Started out as nothing but a small swirl..moving slow,reckless and clinging to life..struggling to become whole..as it grew it took shape..gained direction, power and will..when it reached it full capacity..all it could be it moved through whatever was in its path..no cares..no worries overcoming all obstacles..Then in a mere second it was gone..never to be seen again...not much different than us m friends..enjoy it while you have it...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10110349241894336992noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4401632130420227968.post-79652881599202756772011-09-21T09:14:00.000-07:002011-09-21T09:14:18.753-07:00Questions for the President<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">First how does it feel to surpass Jimmy Carter as the worst president in modern history? <br />
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If your jobs bill will create jobs why is the majority of the spending to expand unemployment benifits another 99 week's? <br />
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Do you feel by keeping fourteen million Americans unemployed it boosts your voter base?<br />
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Do you understand we are Not a socialist country and share the wealth is not in our constitution? <br />
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Do you understand that creating jobs in government only ads to our nations depths? <br />
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At so point you must have wondered how long Americans would buy into your bullshit, do you understand those days are behind You?<br />
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