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JohnnyYou » 26 Feb 2025, 6:35 pm » wrote: ↑

26 Feb 2025, 6:35 pm

WTF am I uninformed about?  Are you like hoping I am a government worker and will never get another Krispy Creme for the rest of my Eternity in the Elonverse?

https://youtu.be/f1kk0X4jmAQ?si=ldbi6Imb-KZcZENH

Life and how it works..... lots of people are tho....there's no need to be ashamed about it.....but denial doesn't do anyone any good

nefarious101 » 26 Feb 2025, 6:43 pm » wrote: ↑

26 Feb 2025, 6:43 pm

Life and how it works..... lots of people are tho....there's no need to be ashamed about it.....but denial doesn't do anyone any good

when the snakes come marching in.  enjoy the ride.  They do in District 14 in Georgia.. Those incredibly agile evangelists dance with poisonous venemous snakes in the den of Empty Geezuz. K$SHTPW

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K3QDDlWmR9Q

JohnnyYou » 26 Feb 2025, 6:48 pm » wrote: ↑

26 Feb 2025, 6:48 pm

when the snakes come marching in.  enjoy the ride.  They do in District 14 in Georgia.. Those incredibly agile evangelists dance with poisonous venemous snakes in the den of Empty Geezuz. K$SHTPW

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K3QDDlWmR9Q

That has no bearing on anything....care to try again

JohnnyYou » 26 Feb 2025, 5:36 pm » wrote: ↑

26 Feb 2025, 5:36 pm

What proof does anyone have that Sheldon Whitehouse is a dishonorable crook? 

That seems a fair question. You want evidence. That is not unreasonable.

There is a video presenting the evidence in the OP. You might watch that - since you claim to want to see the evidence.

Take a look, and get back with us.

JohnnyYou » 26 Feb 2025, 5:36 pm » wrote: ↑

26 Feb 2025, 5:36 pm

I ain't got time for watching Bullshyt. 

So... your pretense to want evidence was just more beta male posturing?

Do you have a man bun? Tell the truth.

Funny. There is no talk of

BLACKWATER/ACADEMI.....losing their $MILLIONS in USAID $.

War Trumpy!

Sumela » 26 Feb 2025, 9:32 pm » wrote: ↑

26 Feb 2025, 9:32 pm

Funny. There is no talk of

BLACKWATER/ACADEMI.....losing their $MILLIONS in USAID $.

War Trumpy!

Is Haliburton dead?   Dick Cheney's youthful asian heart keeps on ticking.  Liz ain't in jail yet.
 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fz-nm9rdopY

Gene Hackman, his wife and his dog all found dead....damn!

Cannonpointer » 26 Feb 2025, 8:46 pm » wrote: ↑

26 Feb 2025, 8:46 pm

That seems a fair question. You want evidence. That is not unreasonable.

There is a video presenting the evidence in the OP. You might watch that - since you claim to want to see the evidence.

Take a look, and get back with us.

So... your pretense to want evidence was just more beta male posturing?

Do you have a man bun? Tell the truth.

You can bet that Johnny U begged his mommy for Beetle Boots and a Nehru shirt..
Then Johnny begged Mommy for Platform Shoes and for her to take him to the Beauty Salon so that he could wear an Afro...
Then Johnny became a Hipster, a Goth, a Paleo, an Emo, a Wigger..whatever the Social Trend Du Jour was being promoted by the [[[JWO PUPPET MASTERS]]]...Johnny has always been totally on board with....


 
 
 

*GHETTOBLASTER » 27 Feb 2025, 10:19 am » wrote: ↑

27 Feb 2025, 10:19 am

You can bet that Johnny U begged his mommy for Beetle Boots and a Nehru shirt..
Then Johnny begged Mommy for Platform Shoes and for her to take him to the Beauty Salon so that he could wear an Afro...
Then Johnny became a Hipster, a Goth, a Paleo..whatever the Social Trend Du Jour was being promoted by the [[[JWO PUPPET MASTERS]]]...Johnny has always been totally on board with....

I had the bell bottoms and the platforms as a 14 year old. Then one day I was just wearing tennis shoes at school, and this nig got up in my face. He was wearing platforms, and he was pushing me verbally. 

I wasn't a kid that took much pushing at all. My step dad was fast as a mother **** with the belt, and consistent with it, too. So I was pretty fearless, since I was getting it anyway, no matter what. I really didn't tie punishment to crime. Punishment was just life. And that made me the freest little **** in town.

Anyway, I knocked that delanamore right off of those shoes. I mean he FLEW, brother. Easily a six foot flight before he landed on his back and just laid there moaning. I went home and told my mom to give my shoes to the Salivation Army. I was done with 'em.

Then when I was 21, I was working the oil patch. A company man that I respected told me the reason women liked men with long hair is that they're lesbians at heart, preferring a feminine looking man, and the ones who preferred short-haired men were straight. Now, I wasn't sure he was right, but I WAS sure that I liked my hair better short, and this was my life, and any broad that needed my hair ling to wanna **** me could just go **** someone else. 

I'm happy to say that no photos exist which show me in bell bottoms. They were orange, low rise, hip-hugger super bells. They were a blasphemy against manhood. I was a child and knew no better. 

Cannonpointer » 27 Feb 2025, 7:40 pm » wrote: ↑

27 Feb 2025, 7:40 pm

I had the bell bottoms and the platforms as a 14 year old. Then one day I was just wearing tennis shoes at school, and this nig got up in my face. He was wearing platforms, and he was pushing me verbally. 

I wasn't a kid that took much pushing at all. My step dad was fast as a mother **** with the belt, and consistent with it, too. So I was pretty fearless, since I was getting it anyway, no matter what. I really didn't tie punishment to crime. Punishment was just life. And that made me the freest little **** in town.

Anyway, I knocked that delanamore right off of those shoes. I mean he FLEW, brother. Easily a six foot flight before he landed on his back and just laid there moaning. I went home and told my mom to give my shoes to the Salivation Army. I was done with 'em.

Then when I was 21, I was working the oil patch. A company man that I respected told me the reason women liked men with long hair is that they're lesbians at heart, preferring a feminine looking man, and the ones who preferred short-haired men were straight. Now, I wasn't sure he was right, but I WAS sure that I liked my hair better short, and this was my life, and any broad that needed my hair ling to wanna **** me could just go **** someone else. 

I'm happy to say that no photos exist which show me in bell bottoms. They were orange, low rise, hip-hugger super bells. They were a blasphemy against manhood. I was a child and knew no better.

Me too...Thanks to [[[JWO SOCIAL ENGINEERING]]]  I was sucked into wanting to be a Hippy...but Dad would have no part of that.

First day of Basic Training we all got crew cuts and it was the Hippies who suffered the most because their ears had not seen day light for years. After just a day or two in the hot Fort Leonard Wood Sun..the tops of their ears looked like sizzled bacon......  

BTW, I imagine working on a hot, sweaty, 1000 horsepower oil rig with long hair would have it's disadvantages. 
 

*GHETTOBLASTER » 27 Feb 2025, 8:00 pm » wrote: ↑

27 Feb 2025, 8:00 pm

BTW, I imagine working on a hot, sweaty, 1000 horsepower oil rig with long hair would have it's disadvantages.

I was working in the Louisiana bayous on a workover rig, tripping pipe all 12 hours of each tour. We were in producing sands and not producing. Our rig's job was to **** mother earth until she came, going in and out repetitively and using an assortment of caustic substances in the drilling fluids. Those were heady days for me. Whenever the engineers came to assess our mud (drilling fluids), I would drill them with questions. One thing they all agreed on is that there are veritable OCEANS of petroleum within this planet. They told me that somewhere very close to the same volume of oil exists as the volume of water.

I definitely preferred short hair on that job. I got a bunch of acid on the top of my boot, and it ate into my leg as I worked. A lot of guys were sicking out because of the nasty acid that was everywhere. My tool pusher came up to me at the end of a 12 hour tour and asked me to work another. I said okay. Then he asked if I was afraid of heights. I said yeah, why? He said I need ya to work the derrick. I told him okay, I would just take my fear of heights up there with me and tell it to enjoy the tour. And I did. 24 hours of work nonstop with caustic fluid on the top of my boot produced a third degree burn on my calf. I learned the miracle of silver from that. The clinic scrubbed my leg and gave me Silvadene Cream. It worked wonders. That damned burn was pretty much healed in a week. That was the last day of my hitch, so I had a week to heal up. 

I did more heroic **** on that rig and others than I would ever have believed possible. An oil rig will bring out the man in a mother ****, I had grown up on oilfield stories, and it simply never occurred to me to throw in the towel, ever. Most of the guys on my crews were the same way. You could just count on em. The guys that were sicking out on that workover rig weren't on my crew. We were all balls to the wall. 

And another thing about the oil patch. You will use EVERY MUSCLE IN YOUR BODY. Every last **** one of em. And you get this gorilla strength from it. It changes life. It makes you so strong that if you get in a tussle, you can actually FEEL the other guy just give up. Just have this moment where they understand that they've tied up with something they did not know existed and do not understand. That, and the confidence one gets from pushing farther and harder and more valiantly than most men are ever called upon to push - these things transform how a man carries himself and how he sees himself in the world. 

Funny story - I have always loved poetry, and when I encounter a poem that strikes my fancy, I commit it to memory. Anyway, every tour of duty starts with the crew lined up taking turns pumping diesel from the fuel truck into the massive generators that run the rig. I would jump up on the truck and start pumping every morning and tell the other guys to go get a smoke - I got this. And they would shake their heads admiringly, laugh, and go get a smoke before reporting to the floor. I'd fill the generators by myself, working my arms for strength. Everything about roughnecking produces strength. But what those guys never knew about me - what I would never have shared with them - was that to the rhythm of the pumping I was reciting poems by Robert Frost and Rudyard Kipling and Edwin Arlington Robinson and Jean de La Fontaine in my head the entire time. If they had been present to my internal recitations of Edgar Allen Poe's The Bells, they'd have **** themselves laughing.
 

Cannonpointer » 27 Feb 2025, 9:33 pm » wrote: ↑

27 Feb 2025, 9:33 pm

I was working in the Louisiana bayous on a workover rig, tripping pipe all 12 hours of each tour. We were in producing sands and not producing. Our rig's job was to **** mother earth until she came, going in and out repetitively and using an assortment of caustic substances in the drilling fluids. Those were heady days for me. Whenever the engineers came to assess our mud (drilling fluids), I would drill them with questions. One thing they all agreed on is that there are veritable OCEANS of petroleum within this planet. They told me that somewhere very close to the same volume of oil exists as the volume of water.

I definitely preferred short hair on that job. I got a bunch of acid on the top of my boot, and it ate into my leg as I worked. A lot of guys were sicking out because of the nasty acid that was everywhere. My tool pusher came up to me at the end of a 12 hour tour and asked me to work another. I said okay. Then he asked if I was afraid of heights. I said yeah, why? He said I need ya to work the derrick. I told him okay, I would just take my fear of heights up there with me and tell it to enjoy the tour. And I did. 24 hours of work nonstop with caustic fluid on the top of my boot produced a third degree burn on my calf. I learned the miracle of silver from that. The clinic scrubbed my leg and gave me Silvadene Cream. It worked wonders. That damned burn was pretty much healed in a week. That was the last day of my hitch, so I had a week to heal up. 

I did more heroic **** on that rig and others than I would ever have believed possible. An oil rig will bring out the man in a mother ****, I had grown up on oilfield stories, and it simply never occurred to me to throw in the towel, ever. Most of the guys on my crews were the same way. You could just count on em. The guys that were sicking out on that workover rig weren't on my crew. We were all balls to the wall. 

And another thing about the oil patch. You will use EVERY MUSCLE IN YOUR BODY. Every last **** one of em. And you get this gorilla strength from it. It changes life. It makes you so strong that if you get in a tussle, you can actually FEEL the other guy just give up. Just have this moment where they understand that they've tied up with something they did not know existed and do not understand. That, and the confidence one gets from pushing farther and harder and more valiantly than most men are ever called upon to push - these things transform how a man carries himself and how he sees himself in the world. 

Funny story - I have always loved poetry, and when I encounter a poem that strikes my fancy, I commit it to memory. Anyway, every tour of duty starts with the crew lined up taking turns pumping diesel from the fuel truck into the massive generators that run the rig. I would jump up on the truck and start pumping every morning and tell the other guys to go get a smoke - I got this. And they would shake their heads admiringly, laugh, and go get a smoke before reporting to the floor. I'd fill the generators by myself, working my arms for strength. Everything about roughnecking produces strength. But what those guys never knew about me - what I would never have shared with them - was that to the rhythm of the pumping I was reciting poems by Robert Frost and Rudyard Kipling and Edwin Arlington Robinson and Jean de La Fontaine in my head the entire time. If they had been present to my internal recitations of Edgar Allen Poe's The Bells, they'd have **** themselves laughing.

  That's a great story...! 
That sounds like a real DO OR DIE way for a young man to break into the daily grind of making a living.
I'll bet OSHA has lowered the risks nowadays, but I've seen recent "in action video" of what it's like to work on an oil rig and it still looks very hot, heavy and hectic.

*GHETTOBLASTER » 27 Feb 2025, 11:01 pm » wrote: ↑

27 Feb 2025, 11:01 pm

I'll bet OSHA has lowered the risks nowadays, but I've seen recent "in action video" of what it's like to work on an oil rig and it still looks very hot, heavy and hectic.

OSHA has made it MUCH safer - and bully for OSHA, I say. 

I ran a division of a trucking company in the Bakken oil boom during the Obama years. Many of my drivers chaffed at the sometimes silly safety rules OSHA and DOT imposed. I would tell them a story about my roughnecking days. My angel had whispered to me that I must buy a new pair of dot graphite gloves EVERY day. The other guys were buying every three, wearing them down. My buddies loved that I gave them my day-olds. They didn't have to buy gloves. 

We were breaking down the blowout preventers on a rig that wasn't producing, to run expensive tests. The production company was mad as hell, and someone at HQ threw a hissy fit and sent every company man within so many hundred to miles to the rig to "get to the bottom of this ****." So there were nine company men (high dollar contract consultants) on location, and every one of them had the power to fire. So we're up on the "tree" (the substructure of the rig) with hammer wrenches - enormous wrenches for loosening and tightening enormous nuts on enormous bolts. One guy holds the wrench taut with a string attached to the end while the other guy slams it with a ten pound sledge. Takes a lot of bounces to break it loose.

I'm on the sledge, pounding away, one foot on a bolt and one in air; one hand holding the sledge and the other holding a bolt above my head. I'm putting my whole *** into breaking loose this nut, and my foot slips. I'm hanging by my left hand, dangling mid-air over upward-pointing valves that would impale me if I fell the 30 feet to the ground. What no one knew was that I could not have released my grip. Those brand new graphite dots had burned in and I was powerless to let go my grip. The beautiful thing is that I realized I was out of danger before I even realized I was IN danger, so I had immediate situational clarity. 

We SHOULD have been tied off. But there were nine company men glaring at us and we knew better than to waste time on safety. OSHA existed at that time (79 or 80), but it had little power, and it was entirely unfelt by our industry. Anyway, I deliberately took my time dangling there, still holding the sledge, appearing to be in danger of a gruesome death but in fact as safe as a babe in arms. I let those old **** sweat whether their tantrum had killed a young man. After looking down, looking around, and looking at them, I casually stepped one foot back onto ferrous firma and asked calmly, "Would any of you gentlemen mind if I take a minute to tie off?"

The top dog - an old oilfield legend with a name only slightly less famous than Red Adair - took his hard hat off. The other eight followed suit. He said, "You take your time and tie off, son. All you men tie off." Speaking to the others, he said, "Let's go back to the trailer before we get someone killed."

That could NEVER happen today. TODAY, every sumbitch who didn't tie off would be fired and ineligible for rehire. DONE.

A lotta kids grew up without a dad in my town. Their dads died at work. Their dads died in car wrecks. OSHA and the DOT have closed **** orphanages. You would need all the fingers and toes in your whole family to count the orphanages that have NOT been built, thanks to safety regulations in the work place and on automobiles. 

And as I told my younger guys: The government isn't God. It cannot get it perfect. It's gonna be TOO dangerous, or it's gonna be TOO safe. I've seen both. I like this way better, because it's only annoying. It's gonna piss me off - not bury me. The older guys smiled and nodded. I think my wee story hipped them to something they knew, but did not know they knew. 

 
 

Cannonpointer » 27 Feb 2025, 11:41 pm » wrote: ↑

27 Feb 2025, 11:41 pm

OSHA has made it MUCH safer - and bully for OSHA, I say. 

I ran a division of a trucking company in the Bakken oil boom during the Obama years. Many of my drivers chaffed at the sometimes silly safety rules OSHA and DOT imposed. I would tell them a story about my roughnecking days. My angel had whispered to me that I must buy a new pair of dot graphite gloves EVERY day. The other guys were buying every three, wearing them down. My buddies loved that I gave them my day-olds. They didn't have to buy gloves. 

We were breaking down the blowout preventers on a rig that wasn't producing, to run expensive tests. The production company was mad as hell, and someone at HQ threw a hissy fit and sent every company man within so many hundred to miles to the rig to "get to the bottom of this ****." So there were nine company men (high dollar contract consultants) on location, and every one of them had the power to fire. So we're up on the "tree" (the substructure of the rig) with hammer wrenches - enormous wrenches for loosening and tightening enormous nuts on enormous bolts. One guy holds the wrench taut with a string attached to the end while the other guy slams it with a ten pound sledge. Takes a lot of bounces to break it loose.

I'm on the sledge, pounding away, one foot on a bolt and one in air; one hand holding the sledge and the other holding a bolt above my head. I'm putting my whole *** into breaking loose this nut, and my foot slips. I'm hanging by my left hand, dangling mid-air over upward-pointing valves that would impale me if I fell the 30 feet to the ground. What no one knew was that I could not have released my grip. Those brand new graphite dots had burned in and I was powerless to let go my grip. The beautiful thing is that I realized I was out of danger before I even realized I was IN danger, so I had immediate situational clarity. 

We SHOULD have been tied off. But there were nine company men glaring at us and we knew better than to waste time on safety. OSHA existed at that time (79 or 80), but it had little power, and it was entirely unfelt by our industry. Anyway, I deliberately took my time dangling there, still holding the sledge, appearing to be in danger of a gruesome death but in fact as safe as a babe in arms. I let those old **** sweat whether their tantrum had killed a young man. After looking down, looking around, and looking at them, I casually stepped one foot back onto ferrous firma and asked calmly, "Would any of you gentlemen mind if I take a minute to tie off?"

The top dog - an old oilfield legend with a name only slightly less famous than Red Adair - took his hard hat off. The other eight followed suit. He said, "You take your time and tie off, son. All you men tie off." Speaking to the others, he said, "Let's go back to the trailer before we get someone killed."

That could NEVER happen today. TODAY, every sumbitch who didn't tie off would be fired and ineligible for rehire. DONE.

A lotta kids grew up without a dad in my town. Their dads died at work. Their dads died in car wrecks. OSHA and the DOT have closed **** orphanages. You would need all the fingers and toes in your whole family to count the orphanages that have NOT been built, thanks to safety regulations in the work place and on automobiles. 

And as I told my younger guys: The government isn't God. It cannot get it perfect. It's gonna be TOO dangerous, or it's gonna be TOO safe. I've seen both. I like this way better, because it's only annoying. It's gonna piss me off - not bury me. The older guys smiled and nodded. I think my wee story hipped them to something they knew, but did not know they knew.

I never heard of graphite gloves.....or how any glove could act  like friction tape  and strengthen your grip  :shock:  

 

*GHETTOBLASTER » 28 Feb 2025, 2:25 am » wrote: ↑

28 Feb 2025, 2:25 am

I never heard of graphite gloves.....or how any glove could act  like friction tape  and strengthen your grip  

Oh, you've seen them. They are common gardening gloves. They are what roughnecks wear, because they assist in gripping. The dots are made of graphite.

https://m.media-amazon.com/images/I/71x ... _SH20_.jpg

Cannonpointer » 28 Feb 2025, 2:35 am » wrote: ↑

28 Feb 2025, 2:35 am

Oh, you've seen them. They are common gardening gloves. They are what roughnecks wear, because they assist in gripping. The dots are made of graphite.

https://m.media-amazon.com/images/I/71x ... _SH20_.jpg

I'll look for those and maybe go find some "monkeys bars" to test them out on.
 

*GHETTOBLASTER » 28 Feb 2025, 2:41 am » wrote: ↑

28 Feb 2025, 2:41 am

I'll look for those and maybe go find some "monkeys bars" to test them out on.

I got kicked out of a monkey bar. The bouncer was a real ape. 
 

Cannonpointer » 28 Feb 2025, 2:42 am » wrote: ↑

28 Feb 2025, 2:42 am

I got kicked out of a monkey bar. The bouncer was a real ape.

  There was a Monkey Bar in Olongapo where the monkeys were kept in a huge cage behind the bar and they provided endless entertainment

*GHETTOBLASTER » 28 Feb 2025, 2:48 am » wrote: ↑

28 Feb 2025, 2:48 am

  There was a Monkey Bar in Olongapo where the monkeys were kept in a huge cage behind the bar and they provided endless entertainment

I got ejected from the one I visited for a perfectly innocent mistake. I was genuinely enjoying myself, and I said, "This place is more fun than a barrel..." and the whole place went quiet. Every eye was on me, and there was not a friendly face in the crowd. 

As the bouncer snatched me up and threw me in the street, I told him. "Take your stinking paws off me, you damned dirty ape!"

Coulda been worse. Imagine if I had used the n word at the Black Pearl. Those chimps don't monkey around.