Neanderpundit

How an industry falls to a Union, take a hard look at Massey Energy, and it’s CEO Don Blankenship.

Blankenship is a piece of work, but at the end of the day, nobody wants to see anyone go home in a body bag. The EPA, OSHA, MSA, and NIOSH are all involved in regulating mine safety; the problem is, the cost of compliance is nightmarish, and most of the regulations don’t address common sense issues. Owners have to comply to the bullshit, and when the miners themselves want or need changes to make their jobs safer, the response is as often as not “piss off” If the law doesn’t require it.

I have had to work on machinery in mines. I’m horribly claustrophopbic, and as I rode the elevator underground I thought, will I freak out when I’m so far underground? Not to worry.

There are so god-damned many ways to die in a mine, that claustrophobia doesn’t even enter into the equation. Trust me, it’s hell, and it takes a special kind of nutjob to work there.

And now more people have died, and the owners of the company will act exactly like the “Evil republicans” that the left wants to portray them as; they will follow the script so exactly that it will be as if the left wrote it for them. And more statist union thugs will ease their way into power.

Unions suck. And we do it to ourselves, over and over again.

My tractor, 46 years old and still putting along nicely, has reminded me that rubber has a limited shelf life.

So I ordered some new Chang Sheang Fling Poo tires, being the only bloody tires that size you can buy, and hope for their delivery tomorrow, or perhaps friday. And then, perhaps, I may be able to mow my freaking lawn. Need to till the garden, too. Hope to have a big one this year.

Anyway, I thought, who is gonna have a tire machine small enough to mount 12″ three-ribs?

Shit.

So I pulled the tires off myself, and hope to be able to get them back on with the same ease. Pulling them was so damned easy I’d forgotten why I take my regular tires in to have them done. We’ll see when they come in. Damn, I haven’t used those skills in thirty years.

Sampled one the very first day.
A couple things:
KFC chicken is the most horrid fucking chicken on earth. The meat in a Kentucky Duck is the stringiest, toughest old laying hens they can find, apparently, because I’m damned if I ever got a single piece of KFC that didn’t eat like a piece of deep fried jerky. Fried chicken should have a consistency that lends itself to being cut with a fork AT MOST, and the meat should fall apart practically in your mouth. If you’ve never had chicken like that, you need to get your ass somewhere WAY south of the mason-dixon line and get you some real fried chicken. Go somewhere that has black women cooking, and the fatter the chef the better the food. A real fried chicken, you suck the gristle off the ends of the bones and save the bones for later, thinking about how good they’ll taste if you can convince yourself your rectum will survive passing them.

Anyway, KFC’s Chicken patties were not particularly well executed, which is about par for the course. One was stringy as hell, the other barely tolerable.

Still:

The idea of using the chicken patties as a “bun” to enclose bacon and cheese, is genius. Sheer, unadulterated, Kentucky Fried Genius.

If you’re going to get one. If you’re going to put up with the stringiness of the “Patty” and eat one of these, and you don’t order a small side of gravy to dip it in, you are a fucking fool. Nuff said.