Paybacks are a bitch Granny.
Paybacks are a bitch Granny.
As long as I live, I will never forget the time that my dear departed Grandmother made one of her daily feasts and we had Pork Chops for Supper. I was probably about ten years old. I have an Uncle, her boy, who is four years older than I am and was always bigger and meaner than I was. Fucked with us young un’s constantly.
My Grandmother had a saying,
” If you are bashful around here, you are going to be hungry” That was to let you know to eat up, she was old school and fed us like kings.
We got almost done with supper and there was one pork chop left on the serving plate. I saw my uncle eyeballing that fucker but I wanted it too. I whipped my hand out to grab that pork chop at the same time he dove in with his fork to stab it.
I got to it first, he stuck that fork directly into the back of my hand.
That was an especially delicious pork chop and I made sure to eat it slowly, right in front of him.
There ain’t nothing better than a pan fried pork chop, cooked until it is almost crispy.
I love them fuckers.
Oh my goodness.
I had no idea Atlas made these little beauties back in the day.
Holy shit they are awesome looking little units.
My wish list just got a major shuffling.
It’s not easy though, there is basically a complete news black out going on in this country about it.
One more nail in the coffin of the Main Stream Media.
I had to go to a European news source to get even a little bit of accurate news.
As the French ‘yellow vest’ movement continued on Saturday, with 50,000 protesters marching through Paris and across France according to the French government, president Emmanuel Macron has denounced the “extreme violence” of some clashes that erupted at the Paris march.
These new protests follow Macron’s government announcing on Friday that it would harden its stance against the ‘yellow vests’.
For the past two months, the ‘yellow vests’ or ‘gilets jaunes’ have been blocking roads, occupying highway toll-booths and organising weekly, sometimes violent, marches in Paris. Driving the movement is the feeling among French workers and lower-middle class that they cannot make ends meet, and anger at Macron’s reforms seen as favouring the rich.
‘Yellow vest’ protesters gathered in Paris on Saturday afternoon, chanting the French national anthem ‘La Marseillaise’ and waving anti-Macron banners. They were about 4,000, according to the police.
They peacefully marched from the Champs-Elysees boulevard through central Paris, gathering at the stock exchange to call for Emmanuel Macron’s resignation. Shops and restaurants remained open, although the Galeries Lafayette department store briefly shut its doors.
The protests turned violent as the march entered the city centre. Protesters threw bottles and rocks at the police, who responded with tear gas. Police officers were beaten up during clashes on the Léopold-Sédar-Senghor bridge near the National Assembly. One was injured, AFP reported. Police cars were attacked on Rue de Rivoli, by the Louvre museum. Cars and barricades were set ablaze on the boulevard Saint-Germain, a famed and wealthy Parisian area.
I don’t have the source because I closed the tab hours ago but I read one local guy say that Macron is all but done from a link over on 8Chan.
It isn’t just Paris either. This Yellow Vest protest has spread across the globe but France especially is on the verge of a civil war it seems. That same guy listed six major French cities that all have major protests going every Saturday and they are getting bigger each week.
The story quoted above confirms what he said,
Thousands more gathered in other French cities. In Bordeaux in the southwest, they were 4,600 according to local authorities. They were 2,000 in Rouen and more than 1,000 in Lille, in the north, and 2,000 in Nantes, in the west. Marches were also held in Rennes, in the west, and Lyon and Marseille in the southeast. In Lyon, ‘yellow vests’ blocked the A7 motorway.
Note that those crowd estimates are from “official” sources.
You could easily double those numbers I’m thinking.
These people are starting to get seriously pissed off too.
They say history repeats its self.
A few hundred years ago a bunch of aristocrats lost their heads under similar circumstances.
This could get very interesting here shortly.
I forgot to take any Ibuprofen yesterday.
No wonder my lower back is hurting like a sonofabitch.
I didn’t even do anything to make it hurt yesterday, it just does.
For the last 39 fucking years now.
Raise your hand if you’ve ever owned one, I found the hammer a while back in one of my junk drawers.
Couldn’t tell you what ever happened to all the screwdrivers though, my best guesstimate is that I’ve had that thing floating around about thirty some years.
I also don’t remember any of them having a Philips head on them either.
Apparently they still sell them judging by the condition of that one.
I swear to you, I have some of the coolest people that stop by here.
Terrapod saw my posts about the new horizontal band saw I bought last weekend, including the one where I dumped the damn thing over and dug around, found a better set of wheels for it and sent them to me out of his own pocket!
How cool is that?
Even better, when I opened the package, I found a set of 123 blocks that he had included!
I couldn’t hardly believe it.
Thank you sir, that is extremely generous of you.
So then nothing will do but I gotta get on that and get rid of those baby doll carriage wheels that came with the thing and swap in the new ones.
I came this close to getting lucky and it just being a straight swap but the axle rod that came with the saw was just a hair too big in diameter.
Metric no doubt.
I thought about trying to unbury the little lathe and turn the ends down but it was still fairly early in the evening and I calculated that I would save a considerable amount of time and aggravation by just running up the road a bit and buying a hunk of rod.
Ayep, twenty minutes and $4.95 later I was back to get started. I would have been lucky to have gotten the lathe completely dug out and ready to get started in that amount of time.
So then I had to cut it and drill some holes in it for the cotter pins.
I just happen to have one handy little sonofabitch of a gizmo for doing just that kind of thing, drilling little holes in small round objects.
That is a bitchin’ little unit right there.
I did however, discover a very disconcerting little issue with my shiny new machinist’s vise and the sweet set of parallels that came with it.
If you try to set something on top of the parallels like I was doing there, it doesn’t leave hardly any of the vise jaws free to actually grip anything.
About an 1/8th of an inch actually.
I can see that being a problem but have no idea what, if anything, I can do about it. Both the parallels and the vise are precision ground to within needle dick bug fucker tolerances.
This causes me to believe that this vise is only going to be able to get used on similar sized jobs. Needle dick bug fucker tiny shit.
I still love that little bastard and it far and away the nicest vise I have ever owned.
I do have another, smaller, machinist vise that I bought off EBay last year but to be honest, I had forgotten about until just this very minute.
It isn’t near as precise but it does have much taller jaws.
I know exactly where it’s at too. Sitting on the plate of the old Post drill.
If it had been a snake it could have bitten me but it’s down low and was out of my line of sight and my thoughts obviously.
I got things done though and got the new wheels on finally.
Thank you again Terrapod.
Oh yeah, I almost forgot and had to come back and edit this, I found a temporary use for those cheap plastic wheels after all.
Holding down the paper and plastic wrappers in the garbage can.
While I was trying to get one of the new wheels on the shaft I had a small prybar underneath the stand on one side, trying to gently pry up on it just a hair to get the wheel to slide on the axle. At about 1/2 an inch up, I felt the damn thing start trying to tip over, right onto the front end of the Sprite which is literally less than a foot away.
Luckily I had my left hand up on the motor to steady the bitch but it showed me just how top heavy and unstable that fucking thing really is.
I had gone to Portland earlier and picked up a couple small pieces of metal for some other projects and while I was there I got a quote on a 20 foot stick of 2X 3/16’s Angle iron.
I figure it will take most of 20 feet to build a decent, heavy duty stand for this thing.
When I get ready for that though, I’m going to go over there with a cut list and have them pre- cut the whole thing.
I can see this happening later on when the weather starts getting nicer though.
In the mean time it can just sit right where it’s at because if I need to use it, I am going to have to move a whole bunch of shit, including that damn car.
I still have to turn that fucked up belt cover into a small metal art piece that closely resembles a miniature burlap bag full of walnuts too.
I’m not kidding, just wait.
In the mean time, I spent a few hours out in that garage cleaning off the overflowing top of the smaller Snap On roll away and putting machinist tools that are in wooden boxes up there. That opened up a couple of drawers in the little Harbor Freight wooden machinist’s box too
This is going to turn into a monster project but it is way overdue.
I am going to finally rearrange these tool boxes, throw a whole bunch of shit that has been sitting in, on and around them into boxes, sort the shit and throw a bunch of crap out.
Those roll away’s basically turn into Catch All’s with the lids open and I am tired of it.
I have tools and tool boxes all over that fucking garage and have no idea what is where anymore.
Some of it really needs to go.
Extra tools I don’t really need will go to my kids.
You know what they say, misery loves company.
Gotta know it’s psycho and high maintenance though.
When I was a kid my dear old Grandma would often say that if she knew how much it hurt to get old that she’d have never done it.
If you are over forty, you will understand what she was talking about.
She also had a name for the strange phenomenon of feeling fine when you went to bed and then waking up with some strange pain that causes limited movement like a crick in the neck or a shoulder that suddenly doesn’t want to rotate, again, if you are over forty, you know exactly what I am talking about.
She called them Mystery Pains.
Hurting for no good reason.
As tore the fuck up as I am from being such a crazy sonofabitch in my youth, I eat Ibuprofen by the fucking handful almost on some days.
I get Mystery Pains all the time but if I sit and think about it for a minute I can usually come up with either a car wreck, a motorcycle accident, a skateboard crash or a bicycle wreck that explains it.
When you have been in as many crashes as I have, you start to really marvel at how tough a bastard Evel Kneivel really must have been.
He was my hero when I was young and I have pulled some stunts that should have killed my ass dead.
Apparently God has plans for me. If nothing else, as an example of what not to do when you are young and full of piss and vinegar.