Neanderpundit

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.

Was actually just as fine as the first. We don’t have the problems listed in the song, thank God, the camp is cozy as hell.

hard to believe this started as an old CONEX box. We installed windows and a door, insulated it, (Spray foam), hung drywall walls and ceiling, taped the drywall, and painted. Exotic Bubinga window and door trim complete the picture, and a birdseye maple floor finished with linseed oil.

A moniker Vman once gave to me, and most appropriately too.

Yesterday, in driving snow, I climbed literally over hill and dale looking for bambi; my Danner Desert Acadias (yes, I know, they’re hot boots, but that’s what I had) serving me well in the 6″ plus deep snow. I walked down into ravines and up out of them, climbed river bluffs formed by millions of years of erosion, covered with slippery wet snow.

And just at dusk, last night, I fell on my ass, on level ground, with good fitting and heavily cleated boots. Fortunately nobody was around to see, and I’m a bit disapointed i did not have my camera, because I would have taken pictures of the result. One of my companions asked me if i was making snow angels (when he saw my snow-covered overalls) and I said, no, snow fucktards. You’d all know what I meant if you were able to see the profile of me in the snow, flailing my injured limbs and pride around.

Daughter has coined another new term for me, to be used especially near snow or water: ‘Splaz”. It fits.

Shut up. In the stead of co-ordination and grace, I got….

Shit, what did I get?

I must have gotten something in the bargain.

I’m sure eventually I’ll work it out.