Neanderpundit

In 1978 I worked for Inland Steel.

I worked for quite a few folks during the course of my apprenticeship. Most of them were decent guys, and I liked them all. One who was a particular favorite was a guy I’ll call Tiny. In fact, everyone called him Tiny. If you DIDN’T call him tiny, he was likely to catch you up in his fists (they were about the size of 9 lb Armor canned hams) and crush you like a bug.

Anyway, Tiny would have been a defensive lineman for some big ten school (or so he said) (I have no idea what a defensive lineman is) – if he hadn’t had trouble with his affinity for Bacardi and Bolivian marching Powder. Anyway, he was a big, strong, and remarkably well educated guy. Who had two modes: Nap (Bacardi 151 rum) and do it all (Bolivian marching powder)

Tiny had a specific and intense hatred for Barry Manilow. If you brught in a tape and put it on the office intercom he would burst into the office like a crazed John Belushi and rip the tape out, pull the tape out of the cassette, and string it around the shop like so many party streamers. It was a bad idea to cross this line.

One day, when Tiny was in “Nap” mode we discovered something interesting. The radio was playing “grazinginthegrassisagasbabycanyoudigit”. Some loud noise woke tiny, and he immediately sang the whole song, start to finish. It got to be a regular thing, we’d play some song, and hit the picnic table with a wrench, and Tiny would wake up and sing the song.

SO one night, midnight shift, I leaned close to Tiny’s ear, and whispered “oh Mandy. You came and you gave without taking.. etc.”

I walked out of the lunchroom and slammed the door.

A few seconds later, Tiny erupted from the door screaming. “WHO DID THIS TO ME” All the other guys in the shop immediately pointed to me. I grinned sheepishly. And then Tiny proceeded to chase me around the shop with a spud wrench.

He eventually cornered me and began to beat me with the wrench. Screaming the whole time- “OH MANDY! YOU CAME AND YOU GAVE WITHOUT TAKING! AND I SENT YOU AWAY!” punctuating each verse with a well-directed whack at my noggin. The helmet took most of the hits, so I was more or less unharmed, but he did get in a couple rib shots in so I ended the day with two broken ribs. Well, fractured, I should say.

I certainly deserved eevry hit. And Tiny was less than amused, because he had the hated song in his head all day. I was in a lot of pain, but it was worth it.

Jeanne Assam is being assaulted by the press.

She “Gunned down” a murderor who “Shot” several people at her church. I love it. When a murdering fucktard shows up, he’s merely “shooting”. And that’s OK. He MUST have had good reasons. Why not? But she “gunned him down”. Preventing him from doing what surely was his destiny, murdering those evil Christians.

Fucktards.

In other news, Bushitlerhalliburton personally held down a virginal teenage girl and raped her silly, just before letting her go to blab shit all over the planet about how the eeevil corporation kept her down.

Let me explain something to anyone who buys this bullshit: Halliburton has industrial strength money. If they wanted this covered up? it would be covered up. No sweat. I personally know of people who don’t have two tens to rub together that have covered up way more horrible things.

I have no idea if this woman was raped or not. Rape is a horrible thing I wouldn’t wish on anyone, and I’d sure fuck someone up who I knew had committed such an act. But to claim that bushitlerhalliburton acted in concert to conceal this withot a shred of evidence is purely and obviously partisan bullshit and nothing else.

You don’t, you just do it.

Because the truck is under construction, I’m having to drive something else, and until now, that something else hasd been Kia! The Car that you Wear!.

I have had- all this time-a perfectly good minivan in the driveway, but it needed plates, registration, title, etc.

The problem has been getting all that done.

See, the Brotherinlaw and his culinarily hyperskilled wife left the van here as they moved on to Austria. They seem to be settled in there now, and i hope it is a good fit for all involved.

Anyway, back to the van. They sold me the van as they left to help them take care of their travel expenses, and it has been sitting in the driveway,in perfectly serviceable condition, ever since.

SO I needed to get it titled and tagged.

Therin lies the rub. This was a Canadian vehicle, and it had to come through customs. The I had to have documentation of all the safety/emissions standards.

And the plates have expired.

So I ended up driving 200 miles, on the nastiest weather day of the year, to get the customs inspection, with very sensitive brakes, a slight steering misalignment, and expired plates.

Thankfully, to god, everything went well, and it is DONE. and now I have a very nice vehicle to drive until the Exploder is roadworthy again.

Well, except that the dingodipwad at Emissions caused it to throw a code because he left the gas cap unscrewed. Idiot.

Anayway, I have a diagnostic interface that allowed me to troubleshoot and fix it immediately. So I’m in fat city. Thanks, Paul and Liz. You rock.