The bee sting on my right cheek
Which I scratched till it bled, has finally healed well enough I don’t think it will perforate my cheek and allow me to smoke through the side of my face.
Still itches like a mother, though.
In a plant where there’s some serious labor issues. Will have to be careful, have been through this rodeo before, and death threats and slashed tires were not uncommon. I’m not amused, but I’m not afraid. It usually means new tires, and once these ijits understand that I can jam a screwdriver in an eye and go home and sleep like a baby, nobody will mess with me. Still no fun to have to play stupid political games. I’d rather be actually doing something than babysitting
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CCW is still a beUtiful thing. During recent troubles with the ILA (including a physical assault on the owner, in our offices) I took to keeping a piece and spare mags in my open desk drawer; inhave the best view of both entrances to the office.
CCW is fine if you’re in a state that allows it.
Og’s work frequently takes him into the Peoples’ Democratic Republic of Illinoistan, which is the only state in the union that disallows self-defense of the kind you advocate.
Believe me, certain serfs of the PDRI–like me–are envious of citizens of the other states.
I know the sting thing is past now, but my favorite remedy for stings is tape and a cotton ball full of Vicks.
It pulls a bunch of the venom out and usually manages to pull the barb of the stinger out as well if you couldn’t scrape it out initially.
I got nailed by paper wasps 16 times when I was putting shingles on our roof years ago and the Vicks worked like a charm.
Guy: Yeah, Vicks was my gramma’s favorite recipe.
Ken: Yes,this is in the PR of Illinois. So I have a wad of screwdrivers. I especially like the 8″ #2 Phillips.
I go with baking soda mixed with a little baking soda and honey. It certainly worked on the bee sting I got the week before y’all came over.
If you need some extra screwdrivers, give a call.
Got one or two screwdrivers I could contribute. Will happily FedEx them in a good cause.
I’ve been told that tobacco from a cigarette, wetted and formed into a poultice, does wonders for bee stings. My own experience is limited to baking soda, similarly applied.
When I was growing up, my next door neighbor worked at the local Firestone plant. He started off as a cheerful, friendly guy. Fifteen years and several nasty strikes later, he was sullen, mean and thinking about getting a gun for protection. I don’t know which side of the union he was on (fer it or ag’in it); all I know is that unions have become like the Party in 1984: Their cause is no longer “labor”, but themselves.
Meat tenderizer mixed with water, make into a thick paste. Works miracles.
Godspeed, Og
I was called and offered a maintenance position last year.
Then the guy adds that it’s a union position, as if that were a plus.
I explained to him why I’d have to be starving to take a union position again. He was surprised.
I’m not up for burning cars and hurling bricks to protect “my” job. Or not being able to excel because I was no better than the highest seniority employee, no matter how stupid he was.
Unions are “gangs” that seek to protect their turf.
But you knew that.
And even in a CCW state like Michigan or Ohio, if the sign says “No Weapons”, it means “No Weapons”.
I knew a place years ago, pre-CCW, (in Delray, a rough part of Detroit) where the employer checked guns at the door and gave them back at the end of the shift.
My Dad worked at the buick plant in Flint. During the race riots in the 70’s he was walked out of the plant by several large black men every day. Didn’t have a racist bone in his body, but they worried about him.
Every night he came home with a new story about somebody injured in the plant.
That was nothing compared to what the “brotherhood” would do to scabs.
Roger
that is good to know