Neanderpundit

un-buggering a chip conveyor on a geriatric machine.

Consequently I ended my day feeling like Spiny Norman. I managed to soak a lot of the little slivers out, but this morning I’m still picking crap out of my hands and arms. There was a sizable rust spot in the bottom of the tub this morning.

I caught a great deal of flack for doing this rather unpleseant job myself, rather than delegating it to someone else, but I never send a man to do a job i won’t do myself. That kind of behavior is the exclusive property of assholes, and while I’m an asshole without question, I’ll never be that kind.

here in little Pontiac, Illinois, because I ran the shower last night for less than a minute and the whole room smelled like a YMCA. They never used to have that much chlorine in the water.

Need to find a Snuggie for the Exploder. Poor old girl isn’t used to being outdoors at night in this weather.

Four words: Give him to me.

Look, I am almost utterly bereft of what most people consider “conscience”, so I can make the restitution for the rape/molestation charges last several weeks before I even BEGIN to get into the espionage shit. I figure I can keep the tard in constant pain for a few months, during which time he’ll not only give me all the people who work for him but spend hundreds of hours on the stumps formerly known as his legs begging to die. Then, with his tongue removed so he can’t swallow it and kill himself, and his spinal cord severed at c2, he can spend the rest of his very long life alone inside his head considering what he has done, being raped by orderlies and eating strained peas through a tube stuck up his nose.