Into the Muck…

Many people don’t realize why plumbers get paid so much. Try working on a sewer pipe under someone’s home. That is the worst smell you will ever face. I can handle death and decay easier than that.

WTF is that smell!

We bought this place and the owner had told us that a plumber had not quite put the correct amount of drop on one of the lines and it might stop up every few months needing to be cleared. We have been here almost 2 years and no problems. Apparently the house shifted and a couple of joints in the waste line opened. This is when I got to see the “plumbers” work. It turns out from the neighbors that the elderly man who lived here simply sent his 12-year-old “plumber” grandson under there to piece pipes together and shore them up on blocks (that can settle). There was not a glued joint in the whole system.

The job took us about 2 hours counting 45 mins of slowly crawling through and removing what one might mistake as cotton candy. It was actually Spider webs, I hate Spiders. I was fortunate that last month I had the exterminator come out and treat the underside with something to kill them so they were few and far between but their handiwork was there.

Hopefully my repair will stand the test of time since I did it what we like to call “The right way” using glue and tying the pipes up with hangers to the underside of the home.

At least the job is done.

Large Whoopee Cushions on Wheels (Jake Brakes)

If it isn’t the loud jacked up trucks with Earth Mover Tires, then we get lambasted by the Pulp Wooder 18 wheel Trucks that slowly drive down the highway out front holding their “Jake Brake” Open. The item is an addition to the engine to assist it is slowing on steep grades by allowing the compression stroke of the Diesel to be vented straight to the outside air. This can result in a loud “blatting” or machine gun noise depending on speed. It also sounds like what a super massive Whoopee Cushion might sound like in slow motion.

For some perverse reason these pulp wood truck jockeys take pleasure in going byimages-4 slowly past the park and holding the device open. They are on a level grade and they keep it in a high gear and low-speed to keep the sound going as long as possible. There is absolutely no reason to cause the noise other than “look at me” factor. Of course when you look at them they usually have bald tires and ropes or cables hanging mysteriously from the truck.

Some municipalities and rural areas post signs forbidding the use of them in the area. I think they should give a hefty fine for using them when they are not needed, much like laying down on the horn as you drive along.

Comments welcome.

Our Modern Insanity fueled by Political Correctness

I popped over to FoxNews.com this morning and the title on the webpage was about an “Adult Film Star” claiming Trump offered her $10,000 10 Years ago to be alone with him.

“After I returned to my room, I received a call from a man calling on Donald’s behalf,” Drake said. “He said Donald wanted me to come back upstairs to his suite. I indicated I did not wish to return. Then Donald called, asking me to come to his suite and have dinner with him. He also invited me to a party; I declined.”

Let’s get this straight, A woman who does porn films with anyone doing anything for money, declines going to a party with a Billionaire. I can see declining an invitation to his room, but a party? Also suspect is the numbers, how convenient that it was 10,000 10 years ago. Of course porn stars aren’t known for their creative thinking.

Whether he did or didn’t is no matter to me. What does matter is that in the last 10 years or longer we have ourselves as a society slid so far down in the mud that we actually speak of Porn Stars as if they are a good career path. They are called “Adult Film Stars”. Here I was thinking an Adult Film Star was someone over the age of 21 that had worked hard to become a Star. But now we call them Entertainers.

A sign of how far we’ve fallen and how we accept anything in our society (which used to be called a polite society) is this woman claims she was working an Adult Film booth (Wicked Pictures) AT A GOLF COURSE! What the hell is a Porn Film booth doing at a Golf Tournament. Yes, I called it Porn, when you take all your clothes off and no sexual act is out-of-bounds I consider it a Porn Film, not something nice sounding like Adult Film. Now if you want to watch it fine, your choice. let’s just not try to polish horse dung. No matter how much polish you apply, it’s still horse dung.

Instead of keeping our standards high and teaching kids to aspire to better things, we garbagerelabel things that once were not desirable to aspire to as something else to make them more palatable. What once was a Garbage Man is now a Sanitation Engineer. Sounds better so that even our kids who drop out of school won’t be ashamed to haul Garbage since they can have a job with a decent title.

We loved our Janitors in school and they did an important job, but it was usually because they were unable or not educated enough to get a better job. Now they are Environmental Engineers.

I laughed the other day when a truck full of laborers pulled into the Gas Station where I diggerwas getting fuel. These are the guys that can get no other jobs other than digging ditches or just plain heavy labor. Their T-Shirts proudly proclaimed them as “Urban Maintenance”. Mom used to tell me if I didn’t study and get a good education that I would wind up without a good job and be a ditch digger. That sounded horrible and I saw those people sometimes in dirty work clothes digging ditches or working on the side of the road. Somehow Urban Management Personnel just doesn’t strike the same note of dread I don’t think.

The saddest part of all this? We as a society give “any” weight to what a porn star has to say and many will believe her since she works in a recognized career field of what weburglar used to call Porn. It makes you wonder if maybe one day we will see the title of Con-Man or Professional Burglar as a form of career and start taking their word a something to believe in. I have seen some media interviewing Burglars that label themselves as “Professional”. They thought it was newsworthy to put them on the air and let people know how to protect themselves. Why even give a professed Criminal 5 minutes of air time. Just put safety tips out. Of course that wouldn’t draw audiences like a real life “Professional” Burglar.

  • I’m old-fashioned,
    A Porn Star is a Porn Star. Representatives of the most vile and degenerated parts of our society.
    A Garbage collector is just that and does not deserve the title of “Engineer” when it takes higher education in school or college or specialized training to earn that title for most.
    A ditch digger or laborer is just that. They have to do hard work and everyone should strive to do better so as not to have to wear the moniker. They are not Urban Maintenance Workers.

 

Back in the Saddle again.

Well, the last post to the Blog was on August 10th the day I had my massive heart attack (that I didn’t know I was even having). I had mowed the grass, washed and waxed the car and thought it odd that the pain would get really bad like a muscle cramp in the chest that made my throat hurt like someone had stretched it on a rack and then ease off. When it didn’t ease all the way off that night as it had before and continued on into the next day, I decided about lunch time to check in with the doc. She did an EKG and told us to go straight to the hospital just as we were or did I prefer an Ambulance. I opted for Michelle’s driving as I’ve seen the driving of these professional Ambulance drivers in our area.

So here I am 7 weeks post quadruple by-pass after what the doctor called a massive, massive (he said it twice not me) heart attack that should have knocked me out or at the least incapacitated me and left me on the ground somewhere according to him. He can’t figure out why it took so long to get me into the doctor’s office, the pain should have been unbearable he said. 3 arteries were completely blocked up including the “widow maker” and the fourth barely allowing flow to sustain me (mostly blocked) . Feeders were okay which probably kept the muscle going. I was supposed to be in recovery for 5-6 hours but when they wheeled me into the hallway where Michelle was awaiting my exit from surgery I woke up enough to speak to her and try to remove the breathing tube

Oh to be young again
Oh to be young again. About to do some plain clothes work 1987

then went back out.

I’m still here either due to I’m too mean to die, Hell is full at the moment and they don’t need a mean old ex Cop stirring things up, or my alien DNA. I’m just glad to be here with all of you. I’m not sure what comes next as I am still wrapping my head around it all. I hate being this tired but the doctor says I’m progressing normally. If I had to speak all this instead of type I’d probably turn blue and pass out.

 

So I’m back in the saddle once again and hope to have more interesting things to blog about during my second life on this planet.

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