Neanderpundit

within damned near walking distance.

OK, not walking distanc e but less than a five minute drive. Closest gunshow to here, I am under some obligation to check it out.

Supposedly guns etc only, no bullshit. That would be nice, Crown Point has deteriorated into jerky and candy, neither of which even remotely interests me, as it probably all tastes like Hoppes #9 by now

Update: lame. Abstain if possible.

The biggest part of the clusterfuck is behind me. Good lord.
Thanks to some capable co-workers who stepped in and helped me with the grunt work, the two machines that I need to prepare to be shipped in two weeks can be shipped monday, per the customers request.

I would never have thought it possible, but it all came together, and now I’m going to have a weekend. Still have plenty of stuff to do, but I’ll be better able to handle it, anyway.

I hate to even think it, lord knows. Doubtlessly there are better qualified dogcatchers, and I’d be lying if I said I liked it one bit, but the Mormon Moron may be all we have by the time election day comes. And like Grau says in the post below, we’d be better off with Oly Snow than Obama. Hell, we’d be better off with a plate of Spaghetti, or a a Michael Stipe impersonator with tourettes.