My friend Cletus (not his real name) is a bit of an eccentric. He owns some horse property nearby and allows me to clutter it up with various half-baked rotary projects. He does so because he’s cluttered it up himself with a multitude of quarter-baked automotive and aeronautical projects. Last Wednesday he sent me a message about a secret project I wouldn’t be able to resist. This is the story of me not resisting.
The view from the phone booth, so-called because it’s the only spot on this road where you can get a cell signal.
Highway 33 in Southern California is a delightful place to take a motorcycle or a sports car. It’s twisty, has a ton of elevation changes, very little traffic, and smooth pavement. People have been going too fast on this road for decades, and occasionally they fuck it all up. One day, at least 30 years ago, but probably many more, someone overcooked the corner at the “phone booth” in an MG-A Twin Cam and careened over the side. The car went off the road backward, crushed the left rear corner on impact, rolled at least once, and finally came to a stop after smashing the front end into the next plateau down. At some point, someone showed up and removed the drivetrain and suspension. Then it sat for decades, about 300 feet off the road, and about 100 feet down, hidden by brush and a drop in the terrain. Wind, rain, snow, and a couple of forest fires later, my friend Cletus discovered it on a motorcycle ride, while stopping to pee in the weeds. Many a great adventure has started out with your dick in your hand, and this was no different.
There it is!
Cletus worked his way down the slope and rediscovered the old gem. It turns out you can just barely see it from the overlook on the road. I’ve indicated the spot with an arrow for those of you who don’t want to play Waldo with an old car.
It’s also visible in satellite images that happened to be taken after the Thomas fire burned the brush away.
Cletus decided this car needed to be rescued, but he couldn’t do it alone. Now, what kind of idiot would help him pull an unrestorable MG-A up a 30-degree slope? He called me as soon as he got home.
We made two trips up to the wreck to devise a plan. The car is just a shell, so we needed some sort of rolling dolly to put it on. And we needed a path of least resistance for all the rolling we’d have to do. Oh, and for added difficulty, we wanted to do this as cheaply as possible. The car isn’t worth anything, so there was no sense in spending any money recovering it.
Two winches, soon to be pulling one another together, just like a Captain and Tennille song.
Cletus set to work. He took the tires off a disused 3-wheel ATV he had laying around. He took the ATV’s rear axle and brakes, cut it in half, added some pipe, and welded that to a frame made out of scrap box steel, C-channel, and plywood. My old trailer winch was bolted to the nose, add a battery, et voilĆ . All carefully calculated so the rear of the car would fit between the two front tires, and the rear tire would nestle into the MG-A’s engine bay. Unfortunately, the ATV tires wouldn’t hold any pressure, so he spent $10 on replacement inner tubes. Other than fuel, and a whole lot of beer, that was the only money spent on this project.
Cletus also built a roller for the trailer cable’s winch so it wouldn’t drag over the dovetail. This was made out of two jack stands and an old motorcycle front rim and axle. We done rednecked this good.
This is the only image that gives you any sense of the slope. That’s the bottom of the trailer hanging over the edge.
It rained Wednesday night, so we decided to let things dry out a bit and give it a go on Friday. Up the mountain we went and then down the mountain the dolly went. At first, things were going quite well. To reduce complexity, the dolly has no steering wheels. To turn it, you either pick up the tail and drop it where you like, you slide a jack under it, lift, and shove. Going downhill, with gravity on our side, and no extra weight, this worked easily enough.
We couldn’t do this in a straight line for a couple of reasons. Not enough winch cable and the terrain made a straight shot impossible due to a number of large rocks and a gully. So we had to zig-zag our way, and that meant a lot of direction changes, which meant a lot of jacking and shoving. It also meant we couldn’t stay tethered to the trailer for the duration.
So we needed mobile anchor points for the dolly winch. The plan, such as it was, involved driving old fence posts into the ground at strategic positions, hooking the winch to the post, and pulling by turning on the winch. What could go wrong?
Miller Time for Cletus
We managed to get the dolly to the wreck in just over an hour. It didn’t take much longer to get the car onto the dolly and “secured” with several ratchet straps. Time for a beer. With things going this well, we’d be out of there in a couple of hours, right? Right?
Our fence post stake plan seemed to work well when the dolly had no car on it, but those extra few hundred pounds was too much for the soft soil. So we’d move the car several feet, drive the stakes back in, move the car several more feet, drive the stakes back in… Eventually, we got the car upslope enough that it was time to change direction.
Out came the jack, lift, SHOVE. Reposition makeshift rocks as wheel chocks. Jack, lift, SHOVE. Reposition rocks…
“Hey, Cletus, I think we’re twisting the dolly’s frame now that we’re perpendicular to the slope.”
(no more) Hammer Time
We spent quite a bit of time repositioning ratchet straps in attempt to move the tension to different parts of the dolly’s flimsy C channel frame. It took a couple of hours. After all that, Cletus demanded more beer. I tromped back up to my truck and recovered two bottles of his favorite Miller High Life. Mental note: when going on adventures with Cletus, remember to pack your own beer. After polishing that off we were all set to drive more stakes into the ground and start the precarious transverse leg of the slope. That’s when the inevitable happened. The head on the hammer had been loose before we even got there. It finally snapped off. Now we had no way to drive the stakes. Cletus suggested pounding with rocks. I….declined due to the nature of the crumbly rocks in the area. We tried tying off to a largish boulder with a tow strap but ended up tumbling the boulder down the hill instead of moving the car very far. The boulder took the tow strap with it, and rolled to a stop on top of the strap. Now the angles were all wrong, but at least the strap was secure, so we managed to move the car another 20 or 30 feet in mostly the right direction. There were no more boulders to tie off to. Cletus demanded more beer to solve this problem. I informed him there were only two left. He said he’d settle for water. I made a snide remark about Miller being the same thing.
Daisy chained stupidity
We still needed to zig across the face of the hill at least a hundred feet before zagging uphill a hundred more. Desperate times call for desperate measures, so I climbed back up to see how we could improvise. I dug another 20′ tow strap out of the trailer’s toolbox and a pair of 20′ ratchet straps. Now we were able to daisy chain the trailer winch cable to a tow strap to a ratchet strap to a tow strap to a ratchet strap to the dolly’s winch cable. That’s putting more faith in Harbor Freight nylon than I’m in any way comfortable with. But what were we supposed to do? Give up? No fucking way.
Winding the straps around the stump of a small tree meant we were able to pull the car vaguely in the right direction. So we pulled with the dolly winch and, one by one were able to shorten the distance enough to do away with the straps altogether.
That tree is in the way.
Before too much longer we had dispensed with the zig and had the car directly below the trailer, which meant another round of jacking up the dolly and turning it a few degrees at a time. Up the hill a bit more and the only thing blocking success now was about half of a burned-out tree. I’m glad we brought a hand saw. I wish we had thought to bring a battery-powered reciprocating saw.
So close!
Eventually, we had the car dangling just over the side of the hill. I pulled the truck and trailer forward and, after some strategic digging on the edge of the hillside, the car emerged, after unknown decades, back above the rim.
Triumph!
I mean, MG-A!
10 bucks spent unwisely
We removed the jack stand/motorcycle wheel contraption and winched the car onto the trailer after a mere 8 hours and at least 20 trips up and down the hill, not to mention a few blisters, several sore muscles, an untold number of burrs, and an aching back from slipping and landing on a rock. We were nearly out of daylight. Some guy in a BMW had been cheering us on for the last hour and wanted photos of the car. We got the last ratchet straps on securing it to the trailer. It was finally time for that last Miller.
So what are we going to do with this heap? The car has been on fire at least 3 times. It burned when it crashed. It burned in the Wheeler fire. It burned in the Thomas fire. It’s annealed. It’s useless. It’s a lawn ornament.
I stopped by to see him today and discovered he’d been using the trailer winch to take the major bends of the frame. He mentioned the Gambler 500 several times. You know, I’ll bet we could squeeze in a CJ3 drivetrain…
Many a great adventure has started out with your dick in your hand, and this was no different.
*No comment
And that is an AWESOME RETRIEVE!
I betcha 4 guys could have walked it out, pallbearer style, just sayin. Cool story. Lots of MG stuff today. It’s getting in my head, because I’m looking at a B with a rover v8 in it. I’m hemming and hawing hoping someone else buys it so I don’t have to get all wrapped up in it.
Tell me SugarFree knew this was going to post when he wrote the noon story.
That was the plan.
I love this place.
I have a soft spot for MG-As (maybe not thrice burnt ones though).
I made several bicycles in my youth from trash dragged out of the ditches.
That sounds like an insane amount of stupid fun.
Thanks.
I just got the āprove you are a humanā math problem wrong. I think Iām more burned out than that MG.
Man, those problems must be getting a lot harder.
They are not. My brain is mangled this week from stress toxins. Tomorrow Iāll replace them with the fun kind.
Yes, tomorrow is definitely TGIF. I am looking forward to a martini.
Two martinis are not enough. Three martinis is one too many.
Have fun!
True
Well I donāt know about that. Three is just enough.
Integrate e^(x^2).
Canāt we just get one that says A equals ________?
Mad Scientist, you are my kind of crazy. Great story.
I coordinated the shipping and delivery of my first project car.
1940 Chevy Super Deluxe coupe.
I have a ’39! They’re good cars. The knee action shocks are pretty neat devices.
Oh, and definitely replace the 216 with a 235 (or 261) if you stick with a Stovebolt six. The splash lubrication isn’t very good on the old ones, the later 235s have full pressure oiling. There’s a way you can retrofit a full flow oil filter on the newer sixes as well.
Nice! Iām going to go over it and see what needs to be done. Iām not a traditionalist and what I plan to do might offend purists.
Possible resto mod with 9ā rear and mustang 2 from and steering.
Engine will be a v8 with possible FI.
Fuck!
My comment puked. To summarize:
1) Love everything about this story. Particularly the tie-in with SF.
2) Y’all are nuts.
3) There are alternatives: https://bringatrailer.com/listing/1959-mg-mga-twin-cam-14/
This. Well done, Glib-hive.
There are alternatives
What, and make it easy?
Uh, British cars, Hobbit.
There is no easy.
Or cheap, or functional, or well designed.
**Land Rover Series III owner nods in agreement**
Lots of nice stuff in the side bar.
Partial to the Lambo
https://bringatrailer.com/listing/1962-lamborghini-1r-tractor/
Damn. the URL gives it away.
So here’s the funny thing about alternatives. No more than a week after we retrieved the MG-A he called me up and asked if I’d be willing to tow the trailer to Simi Valley to retrieve an MG Magnette that had been languishing in someone’s driveway for 30 years. Having brought that back to his yard of lunacy, we popped the hood and discovered it had an MG-A engine in it. Not a twin cam. The interior is in shockingly good condition, minus the dash and steering wheel, which have had more than their fair share of direct sun. So he’s now obsessed with that and walking back, by about 5%, the Twin Cam craziness.
1) Love everything about this story. Particularly the tie-in with SF.
It’s better than a comic book crossover even.
suggested music: Spanish Flea
My Wacky Suicide Adventure
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I brought a copy of Paradise Lost with me. It’s about the triumph of hope over despair. Do you know what they did with the book? Go on, guess. They confiscated it, because it was hard cover and they were worried I was going to bludgeon someone with it.
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Her: List 3 coping mechanisms.
Me: [writing with crayon] brains, balls, cash
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Me: This place sucks.
Her: [sing-song voice] could be worrrrrse….
Me, thinking: Gee, thanks Nurse Ratched. That’s *very* reassuring.
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Him: Straighten up your bunk.
Me, thinking: So…this is suicide watch?
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Me, thinking: Dear Penthouse Forum, I never thought this would happen to me, but there I was, jerking off into a toilet in the suicide wing of a psychiatric ward. I mean, I’ve rubbed one out in a lot of weird places, but this takes the cake.
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Her: What’s your favorite animal?
Me: Cats. Because they’re indifferent to human suffering.
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Me: A wise man once said: enough is enough. I have had it with these motherfucking snakes on this motherfucking plane.
Him: Would you like a Royale with cheese?
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Me: I find it very interesting that my drama queen antics got more attention than the actual suicides in my battalion.
Her: [nods and glances knowingly]
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Me, walking to the exit: In the words of the great philosopher Supertramp, goodbye strangers, it’s been nice, hope you find your paradise.
Her: Thanks for the earworm, jerk.
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Do you know what they gave me when I left suicide watch? Go on, guess. Hint: extra strength sleeping pills. Figure that one out, because I can’t.
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That sound like it really sucks. Can’t help but note the irony of them confiscating “Paradise lost”, however. It hits a few levels of irony in this story.
“suggested music: Spanish Flea”
counterpoint:
Spanish Pipedream
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NWOoiMtevdY
I hope things are better now.
Concur.
Sorry if anyone was disturbed by this. My brother said guys who go through crazy, messed up stuff don’t realize it, just like a fish doesn’t realize it’s in water. So when they talk about it, it can freak other people out.
I was at a suicide intervention class today because I don’t want anyone else to suffer the way I did, and I tried to explain it and they just wouldn’t listen. They were like virgins talking about sex.
All the above is true to the best of my recollection. Fun fact: they don’t allow you to record what happens there. Gee, I wonder why…
I’m glad you’re doing better
I would have gone with something by Johnny Mandel.
I’m glad that experience is in the past, Derpy, and that you’re here. I’ve flown a bit too close to the sun at several points in my own life and seen the after effects of others.
Or Johnny Mathis. The idea is to keep them on their toes.
Heh Derp, I’m there with you : I served too, and was an Officer of the Queen. Not much of one, but still worn the olive pajamas. At one point in my life, they did eventually took my belt and shoe laces away from me too. Been to rehab too many times too.
(Trying not to dox myself or anyone too much) but I went to rehab with one of the guy (from a unit that doesn’t officially exist in my northern country) that grabbed a certain 3 maple leafed guy naked on a bench in full winter.
My point is we all have our breaking points. Heck these days I’m more worried about the ones not breaking up than the ones needing help.
One thing I’ve realized the more I’m open about my experience is that many people actually look up to you for being honest about your hardships, and eventually, you might save a few lives by making people way more at the edge of it not feeling so alone anymore, and might save a life. I think it’s totally worth the embarrassment and humiliation of the situation.
And if it can make people smile; my lowest point :
Me, trying to get out by a fire exit door while the guard was looking at me going ”Do you really think we don’t lock them?”. I’m soo clever.
OT Rant: Being a painter means that you’re also expected to be a trim carpenter, a greenhorn electrician, a cabinet installer, a drywaller, and a home decoration expert for a hair’s breath above the proposed federal minimum wage….
“Fuck it, let the painters clean up our laziness and incompetence. We already got paid.”
After the better part of a decade, I’m just about done being a painter.
Dudes posting their Ws.
Awesome story
I made a brief side journey into personal training via the boxing route a few years ago after abandoning the sport years prior…I miss teaching boxing.
It was the only thing in life I truly excelled at.
Wow. As unpractical, as it is impressive.
Excellent story MS! Reminds me of the many adventures I’ve gotten involved in, voluntarily or involuntarily.
From the other day. Great, great grandfather was Company 2 25th regiment of NJ.
Very cool. I find genealogy to be quite interesting for this very reason.
Question:
I have access to a video for a scant 48 hours.
I canāt figure out how to download it. I normally do pretty well with downloading streams, but this one has me stumped.
Can anyone help me out?
Have you tried VLC?
Yeah. No dice.
The SRC points to a BLOB, and thatās where my trail ends. Most of the time I can find the static file pretty easily, but this one has me stumped.
JDownloader is my go-to media leeching software. Just copy a URL and JDownloader will find, and queue for download, any media files therein.
https://jdownloader.org/home/index
^ this guy knows what he’s talking about
/still need to get to The Expanse S04
Will it work with password protected pages?
Probably. With many sites, there are plug-ins built into JDownloader to input account details for paid services. But if you have access to a working link to the media file, it should be picked up by JDownloader as soon as you copy the URL to your clipboard.
Friendās family had an MG A while I was in HS.
Syncros were marginal when new and in their example double clutching was required at all times. Armstrong steering required a ridiculous size wheel for such a small car and your legs baked in 15 minutes regardless of how cold it was above your waist.
It was quite fun, but made the B seem like a luxury car.
YOU DO REALIZE THAT THIS IS THE SAME CAR SUGARFREE WROTE ABOUT, AND HWY 33 IS WHERE HIS STORY ENDED, RIGHT?
33 is a really cool road. It goes from Ventura all the way up to about halfway up the central valley. It’s mostly a mountain pass with some killer views. There a long stretch of oil fields near the top of the mountains. Wheeler’s gorge has (had) a little restaurant/bar that was really cool. When you get near the top, if you turn left, you go to the spot where James Dean ( and my regulator on my bike) bit the bullet. Melted my battery and the wires. Fixed it with borrowed tools at Atascadero Harley. I miss Hwy 33.
See kinnath at 7:18 pm
I saw yours. You win the kewpie doll.
My gawd, this place is a wonder. MG-A erotica (whoda thunk – rule 34 is real), Spanners. And now some glorious MG-involved stupidity.
Thank you all for making this place possile.
Gotto go out and see if I can get the Healey’s hood latch to work. I finanlly got it to latch, and now it won’t unlatch.
This is a great story/project, but it seems like there should be more alcohol involved. This t-shirt seems fitting: https://www.amazon.com/Thats-Terrible-Idea-Funny-Horrible/dp/B07PCMLC8N/
Somebody stole the memory card out of the trail cam I had trained on my back yard.
STEVE SMITH JUST LAUGHS AND LAUGHS!
I’ll sell it back to you. Tree fiddy.
That sucks!
You sure you didn’t just forget where you put it?
Nope. It was in there when I set it in the tree last fall.
It was a joke. “Memory stick” I know, not funny.
ohhhhhhhhhh
Was it drunk You?
No. drunk me does stuff like proposing marriage to Tulip.
I’m still considering it. That is an impressive beard!
*Dances a Snoopy jig*
The main impediment is that you’re already married.
Time share options.
“…already married.”
working on that….
Yeah, yeah, like I’ve never heard that before.
You live on Ruby Ridge?
“Coming this spring….
…if your in a no way out situation…
…and the the ole ball and chain is a bit too heavy…
…there’s only one man who can pull the trigger…
Lon Horiuchi is…
…. THE WIDOWMAKER!”
I go snowmobiling in North Idaho. One day in dawned on me that the Ruby Creek Rd. which we use for access is alongside that Ruby Ridge.
What a weird coincidence…Lady Z and I just came back from a walk in downtown Plano and passed a restored, red MGA.
Nice looking car. Too bad the fires had destroyed the Twin-Cam – I heard when they’re not leaking oil they’re great fun. š
“…leaking oil…”
merely marking it’s territory.
In my yoot, I had occasion to go with a British colleague when he visited the British Leyland engine plant in Birmingham, then a week later the Benz plant in Munich. The difference was like day and night. I remember he turned to me and said “Thank God for you Yanks, or we’d be speaking German today.”
Benz plant in Munich
wut?
As I recall, it was Benz’ truck engines made there, not auto engines. But the cleanliness, worker attention to detail, quality control, and overall attitude of management and workers alike stood in sharp contrast to the B-L facility.
Ron Paul mentioned Gourmeltz!
Samuel L. Jackson mentioned these motherfucking snakes on this motherfucking plane!
Sisyphus didnāt use cables.
Uh, wut?
MS knows how to get that burden down the hill. Iām impressed.
We saw a rusty old Volvo today en route to the hospital. It was a vintage sport GT.
Very cute, but either needs to be restored to beauty or needs to run again and wear its years proudly, the look the American Pickers guys call āsweatyā.
Iām just not that much of a car gal.
Looks might be deceiving: Volvo Troll-Wagon Looks Like a Barn Find, But Could Likely Gap a Shelby GT500
Troll link too
Le sigh:
https://www.autoevolution.com/news/volvo-troll-wagon-looks-like-a-barn-find-but-could-likely-gap-a-shelby-gt500-157615.html
Tried to log in after my first work today, always these days to be followed by the 2nd work, which has just ended, not always this early. And I thought for sure it was the end of your right wing extremist terrorists white supremacist Nazi site.
But I see once again, y’all is survived one more day. Not with all your racist gun rights and free speeches and all intact, but one more day…
https://archive.li/MCxvP/2ef0b7d7117d2c389cb958c7b79ba277ae00433e.jpg
NSFW.
https://archive.li/e7z9z/1e09452a350f7487c88066177391cce81fbc6f3b.jpg
NSFW.
https://archive.li/Z2ERd/e4373c6f684323f1c75219d2ba3dc8c138e84867.jpg
NSFW.
https://archive.li/ivPZl/8a8df6be1e7123ab1ea8488fc16b689b6722189a.jpg
NSFW.
Katie Perry?
I came home today and nearly every light in the house was on, the front door was wide open, and no one was home. There was a package on the front porch. I think talking to the family about situational awareness might be lost.
Lights are on but nobody home is my problem, too.
Did you just smile and say you appreciated the gesture?
Sony Japan did a PV for the 40th anniversary of A Long Vacation (or is it Along Vacation?). I don’t think there was one done at the time so very nice to do so now.
Rip Eiichi Ohtaki. Went too soon and fuck ććć .
My son and I would camp out west somewhere between Christmas and the New Year, Big Bend or Gila River or Guadalupe Mountains sorts of things, and a couple of times we did easy bivouac in Palo Duro Canyon. One of those years we stop by a stable where the proprietor was literally mending fence in that off-season way, and we asked if he wanted to make any money. We had talked guns and cars a bit for no particular reason, so he says he has some things to show us and he’ll saddle a third horse for hisself.
He had renovated his grandfather’s barn on the place and was living in it. Wending our way through the snow and ice down into their corner of the canyon, we get there and he brings out a bunch of old cowboy iron, I forget exactly what all these years later, but Winchesters and Colts. Did not suck.
Good enough and remounted and since we were holding our own (pro tip uno: horses weren’t invented in Texas) to his standard, let’s take this steep, less-traveled trail. Okay, lead the way, and a mile of scrub oak and mountain juniper (pro tip dos: those are NOT cedars) later, we get into this tiny corner and there’s this pile of Detroit iron, I forget exactly what all these years later, but Dodges and Fords I want to say. Folks drove off into that part of the hole from time to time, and 60 and 70 years later, the hulks (husks?) remained, 40 or 50 feet beneath a pretty clean rim, irretrievable to any reasonable person where cost was concerned.
Iāve always wondered why guys hold onto rusty hunks of junk that theyāll never realistically get around to fixing.
I guess the cars have a way of getting under the ownersā skin so that they are hard to part ways with.
This can’t be real, can it?
https://twitchy.com/sarahd-313035/2021/03/24/aclu-lawyer-chase-strangio-says-anti-trans-violence-could-be-solved-if-people-just-embraced-their-feared-desire-to-have-sex-with-trans-people/
Yes, yes it can.
That’s a keeper! Lol. I can’t believe there are people who say that with a straight face.
I keep that link handy – it’s from 2017. The Reddit board has already been banned for wrongthink, so I should probably just keep the image itself handy.
distributions, man
at the end of the day, someone has to come up with the ideas that we would rank in the bottom 1%
It’s the cold that done it.
https://dailycaller.com/2021/03/25/greta-thunberg-study-pollution-penis-size-tweet/
They’re talking about developmental issues, so it’s not like it’ll get bigger if we enact legislation to go back to Greta’s agrarian paradise. I’ll pass on the mass starvation and deal with a theoretically smaller wang.
Who is going to tell her what dildos are made of?
Agreed, but will there be lawsuits?
“We will prove the existence of instructional racism by implanting racist policies and ideology”
Sincerely,
Democrats, the party of racists, past, present, and future.
If there was an inkling of self awareness https://youtu.be/hn1VxaMEjRU
I’m genuinely concerned this nonsense will help the Klan rise again.
I think that it is at the very least cultivating the idea that skin color DOES matter, a lot, and the races are inherently different etc etc.
That message will get into all kinds of places with unintended (?) consequences.
Exactly. What happens when rebellious teens start asking questions and drawing conclusions about the importance of those racial differences? Nothing good.
See race/ethnic based prison gangs.
A hundred years ago, the Klan was very strong in this state. But it was mainly an anti catholic and anti immigrant movement here, rather than a race based one. One of the tools they were going to use was to shut down private and parochial schools to force all children into public schools and properly indoctrinate them. That would never happen again….
*checks legislative agenda for proposed legislation to force private schools to conform to state mandates and only employ state licensed teachers* uh….
Now as was then, it’s being pushed by Democrats.
Insane Story MS!
Howdy, All you Miscreants and Rabble rousers, Friday again,
/no yelling
Good morning, Bob! How’s the ‘shrooms?
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=BGQWnWgr8Nk
Legit pop song or over-produced crap?
Pop, at least the kid is playing My Guitar… he has taste,
neither?
This is the correct answer.
Instrumental would be alright. Kind of like a polished Vulfpeck but not one of their more engaging pieces if it was ?āāļø
Good morning Sean and good morning everybody ā?
Ps – she’s got a nice set of pipes on her but it’s just not revving my engine.
Good morning, limey, Sean, & Teh Hype.
Heck of a thunderstorm rolled through last night. Feeling lucky not to have lost electricity.
What am I? Tulpa?
I didn’t forget you! Greeted you a little upthread. Working my up from the bottom.
Hope you’re having a good day!
Oops, missed that, its a fine day, about to take a long walk, our place is massive, sometimes we drive from building to building
Why can I never remember the name of the little scooter that was going to be The Next Big Thing but never really took off? You’d stand on it and lean forward, and it would roll. You could use one of those.
segway
Segway?
That’s the one! I don’t know why I have a mental block about that name. Maybe because I almost never hear about them anymore.
Morning.
Good morning, UCS. How are you?
I fell asleep with all the lights on, so I didn’t get much actual rest.
Is it any comfort that it’s Friday?
Not really.
Connectivity issues delayed yesterday’s work, so we’re under pressure to get it done today along with today’s work.
š Good luck!
Well, we just had a successful test
That’s a good way to start the day! Hope it’s the start of a trend.
Well, Ill take Friday, 10 more miles,
I hope you all survive,
Good morning, early birds! Looks like some co-workers got some tornado damage and power outages last night. I’m waiting on updates.
Oh, no! I’d heard it got pretty serious down south. If you don’t mind my asking, what’s your general vicinity?
I’ve lived northwest of the perimeter off the I-75 corridor since 2005. My first house (’92) was in the burbs of the town that got hit though.
Strong winds here and looks like a transformer blew up on the street behind me but no power outage.
I was hoping for an earth-shattering kaboom.
i never claimed to be michael bay
So…. our governor thinks the just-passed law limiting his authority to shut down the state in an Emergency-Without-End-Amen is unconstitutional, but he’s not going to fight it right now.
If he’s not going to fight about it, could we let it go into effect a little quicker please?
Morning, Iām off to see if I have a major non-conformance after my audit.
Hurray!!
Conformity is for losers!
But I guess the auditors wouldn’t buy that, would they?
Too late for Mad Scientist to ever see this but Damn, I really enjoyed that! Having spent many a year out in the bush, retrieving vehicles becomes almost second nature. Trained engineers have nothing on desperate boondockers trying to get home for a meal. Good stuff!
Morning all.
Rocky start to the morning. Work is aggravating today so far. Yay for it being Friday.
Mornin’ Sean. Happy Friday. It’s only the about fifth or sixth Friday I’ve had to work since two weeks to flatten the curve.
Indeed! Wednesday night we had a major flood at one of my sites. Upstairs Janitor left a faucet running. Yesterday sucked tailpipes.
Mornin’ all! Just got New Phone today. Lost all of my contacts and history but at least I have my “binkie” back. I’ve got about twenty or thirty #’s on slips of paper in the desk drawer that I’ll need to decipher and enter. I was utterly helpless. This does not bode well for Humanity’s future.
In a car-adjacent topic, I just found out that Sabine Schmitz died. I’m sure it was reported as “complications from infection with Sars-Cov-2” somewhere, but apparently it was a long battle with cancer she finally lost. RIP in piece, Frau Schmitz.
That sucks. I used to play mixed-league with a girl that looked just her and had the same energy. She too died of cancer very young. Just a whirlwind kinda girl…
She was German, too. Patty Helgenberger but we all called her “Patty-Cakes”. Really cool lady.
The imagery my mind inserted for “mixed-league” was hockey, eh. I acknowledge my unconcious bias against frostba- I mean Canadians, and submit myself for a struggle session to begin to atone for the harm I have done to the people of Hoth. Uh, Canada.
Softball, which all of us old wrecks played after football and hockey had ruined our bodies.
https://www.zerohedge.com/political/fuking-weirdos-southwest-pilot-caught-hot-mic-expletive-filled-rant-about-bay-area
Goooood morning!
He’s probably one of those deplorable veterans.
LOL dumbass.
And this is why they say never shoot an elk downhill from the truck.