Gov't Extorts 23 Mill on Behalf of Victims and Then of Course... Stiffs Actual Victims

For the past five years I have been witnessing and marveling at the will of the United States Gov't to extort fine money from virtually every big corporation in America. A lot of these are banks.

The government does this, allegedly, on behalf of United States citizens. The government calls these people "victims." Calling people "victims" gives the government standing when stealing money from corporations. 

In this new age, government threatens to charge big corporations with criminal acts using "victims" as the means for conducting their activities. They also threaten civil action. Companies are then forced to pay fines or settlements. Of course they do- because the proceeds of their illegal activities far exceed the fines and the time it takes to defend the company.

None of this of course ever trickles down to the "victims." Government just keeps all of the extorted dough. It's a good deal- well- except for the "victims."

Here then is the latest extortion scheme. Google violated my privacy by tracking my online (Apple) activity. I actually saw this happen as ads for Hyundai Elantra dealers were popping up on completely unassociated sites that I was surfing, after I had already bought the car. (I researched and bought an Elantra- mostly online in January)

That makes me the victim. I have not gotten one thin dime from the government or even an apology from Google for violating my privacy rights which begs the question....when does someone stand up for us?

The story. http://money.cnn.com/2012/07/11/technology/google-ftc-settlement/index.htm?iid=Lead

Fish With Fondness For *Scroti, Found in Illinois Lake

You cannot make this shit up.

So I am perusing the intarwebs this a.m. trying to find something that interests me. Then I clicked on this story about the Pacu. A fish that will eat your testicles. 

http://www.opposingviews.com/i/society/animal-rights/pacu-testicle-eating-fish-found-illinois?utm_source=OV+Newsletter+List+2&utm_campaign=1c33b85b22-OV_Newsletter_July_97_9_2012&utm_medium=email 

Just look at those teeth. That is a government fish. I am surprised the fish doesn't have a gold crown or two. I'll tell ya this. Illinois doesn't have one thing that I need to wade in the water for.

This might be the greatest contradictory statement I have ever read. While a Pacu poses no real threat to humans, Metro.co.uk reported two local men died in the river, after their testicles were eaten by a pacu fish.

Pacu are no threat unless of course they rip your balls off and kill you. That can be sort of a downer when you are out fishing with the kids.


Read the last line. That's one big river, the Amazon. Winding it's way all over the world.


Like I said. You cannot make this shit up.

A Pack of Moonbats

Wolves. Moonbats. Disaster. Where ever moonbats and the US Government congregate- shitty ideas proliferate. That can be the only outcome when those two entities mingle. Because statists want the government to solve every problem- including the ones they create.

The problem with liberals and moonbats is that they live in a fantasy world called the ways things ought to be.

They simply cannot distinguish the true from the false. 

Let me give you a perfect example. It is the re-introduction of wolves. The history of wolves is simple. People hate them. Thus wolves were relegated to Canada and Alaska and places where they could prey on actual game animals rather than some guy's livestock. Everyone, meaning 99% of everyone, was ok with that. 

Then a few influential moonbats managed to talk politicians into the re-introduction of wolves. The program of course, was managed by the most inefficient money wasting behemoth of all time...the US Government. 

So we have wolves killing livestock and game animals. Farmers, ranchers, and sportsmen are up in arms. The courts are getting clogged with lawsuits. The government is wasting millions protecting wolves. States are now issuing permits and hunters are killing wolves. 

And why was this all necessary? Because some dingbats, a vast minority, thought this would be a good idea I guess. Maybe they needed something to do with their time while living off the family trust. 

I wouldn't mind any of this actually- if the moonbats who wanted this crap actually paid for it themselves. 

For the record- I love wolves. I read every thing I could get my hands on about wolves when I was in college. They are incredibly intelligent and ordered. But I knew re-introduction would be a disaster. There was a reason that our ancestors got rid of them and those reasons haven't changed a bit. That has been the history.


The Northwest wolf movement really began in Moonbat Valley. Now we are forced to hunt and manage wolves where no problem ever existed before. The pro-wolf people are acting like managing wolf populations is some sort of neanderthal thing. How did they think this was going to turn out?


Fascinating. Men create problems where none exist- then we spend oodles of time and money debating the issue. That's the moonbat way. Here is a fascinating blog...a true moonbat piece of work. http://howlingforjustice.wordpress.com/2012/03/14/no-justice-for-wolves-appeals-court-allows-wolf-hunts-to-continue/ 

"You Love You" Barack Obama's Top 40 Single

Nobody can blow Barack Obama's horn better than Barack Obama. Have you ever noticed how everything is always about him?

I did this. I did that. I got Bin Laden. My health care bill is here to stay. You see for narcissists, anyone else is insignificant. Narcissism is a serious mental disorder that involves extreme self centered-ness.

In Obama's case, one of the most severe, it may be terminal. http://news.yahoo.com/blogs/ticket/obama-health-care-law-passed-stay-165642552.html

Three Bald Men and One Big Hole in the Ground- Part II

Sunday morning arrived and it promised to be a scorcher. Today was Grand Canyon day. We were looking for 110 degrees. I exited my room and looked down the railing at Jason and Troy's room. There was Troy, in his shorts, smoking a cigarette outside. I have a photo of that but because this is a family blog, I have chosen not to present it here because I don't want to offend the two females who still continue to read this blog. From prison.

I have a couple of things I need to disclose before continuing on. First of all, it was my job to plan this trip. By the third day, we had already traveled 700 miles in blistering heat. So I miscued. I thought our trip in and out of the Grand Canyon was going to be 100 miles each way. I was wrong. It was 200 miles each way. This was not lost on any of us by Sunday evening.

The other item I want to mention is Troy. I love Troy. He is the original nutter. To call Troy obnoxious is a tremendous understatement. They simply don't have a word that describes Troy yet. Troy has an insane ability to say anything at any given moment. Funny shit always happens when Troy is around because he will pop off with some crazy unfiltered brain synapse, usually directed toward strangers which he accomplishes at a tone that exceeds 100db. If you are a reserved or controlled type of human being with good hearing- Troy will make you crazy. You will need benzos to survive.

Getting ready for the big day.

We were already saddle sore when we arrived at Hurricane, Utah. When the cashier at the gas station told me it was another 135 more miles to the North Canyon rim- I passed this information along to my two stoic travel companions. That's Troy expressing his love for me as I snapped the photo.

On our way into the park we passed a giant string of cars all doing the speed limit. We tend to think of speed limits as suggestions. Passing all of those cars turned out to be one of the most fortunate aspects of the day's ride. The government charges a whopping 25 bucks a car to get into the Grand Canyon. At that price, you'd think that the government had dug out the fucking Grand Canyon as a tourist attraction and was still trying to recoup their investment. At any rate, they had one of those little ranger station thingys where they steal your money because God knows, we don't pay enough in taxes already. The ranger guy in charge of the stealing was a man in his 50's with one speed. Glacial. As I watched him dink around with the two cars ahead of us for five minutes, I thanked God we had passed all of those cars which were now patiently idling behind us. When it was our turn, he informed us it was only 12 bucks per motorcycle unless we had additional passengers. I told him that Troy had his midget girlfriend hidden in one of his saddlebags. He didn't think that was funny. Maybe he just ignored me. So after stealing another 36 bucks from us which we can't write off- we headed into the park. That's a picture of the lodge up there. ^^

Once we had arrived at the lodge, we found these little trails that wind all around the canyon rim. As we walked around, Troy was popping off with virtually every stranger that crossed his path. He spotted a 16 year old girl walking on top of the rocks that lined a path we were on. As she approached us, Troy yelled "Hey get off the rocks!" She immediately jumped off, took one look at Troy, and jumped back on top of the rocks. I told Troy that the only way he was going to achieve any level of credibility was to tell these people he was an undercover park ranger.

The Grand Canyon exceeded my expectations. Pictures just don't do it justice. It is huge, it is deep, it has beautiful colors, and it is gorgeous. The road in had an elevation sign that said we were at 8840 feet- which blew me away. I had no idea that we were that high- but the North Rim closes because of deep snow every year. So after a couple of hours of goofing off, we left. By the end of the day, we had traveled 1100 miles total. I actually had a heat rash on my ass with raised lumps.

That night Troy learned how to play Pai Gow poker. I think he liked it.

The next morning found Jason with a bad tire. We had to get a new one which set us a back a few hours in St. George, Ut. It was an all day ride for Troy and Jason from St. George through Salt Lake City and back to Idaho Falls. I peeled off in the direction of Wendover, Nv. I was so tired that I actually fell asleep on the grass in a rest area before reaching town. At Wendover, I was still 300 miles from home and my ass was seriously sore. I slept like a baby that night.

Every time I take one of these trips, I end up cursing it. I am beat up, tired, and sore. Today, I felt better. I took the RoadKing down to the car wash. I washed it, polished the chrome and the saddle bags. Sometimes, I just stare at that bike. Maybe next week, I'll forget about all this. It never takes long.

An Uplifting 4th of July Story

This comes courtesy of the Feral Irishman. I think you'll like it.

http://theferalirishman.blogspot.com/2012/07/old-eddie.html

Three Bald Men and One Big Hole in the Ground- Part 1

I often wonder what I'd do without a motorcycle. Probably live some sort of horrible and lonely life and  then drink myself to death. Thankfully, we have motorcycles.

So on Friday we set out on our Grand Canyon adventure. Jason, Troy and I. We have talked about this trip for three years. Two Road Kings and one Indian Chief.

It seems we always have challenges. Engine lights, tire failures. In some odd, perverse sort of way- I actually look forward to those obstacles. Once again, I was not disappointed. That's just how these big long trips seem to go.

The solution is simple. If you want to fix motorcycles, buy a Harley or an Indian. If you want to ride a motorcycle, buy a Gold Wing. I know. I've owned both.

We left Twin Falls on Friday- three hours late after an engine light slowed us down. The boys at Snake River Harley fixed a wire for free. We made Ely by 5 or 6 that night and stayed at the Hotel Nevada. The Hotel Nevada has these theme rooms with old country records lining the hallways. There are records in the rooms. Country records in display cases. I stayed in the Tennessee Ernie Ford Room also known as room 603. There were bikers everywhere. A huge group from Reno. We ate a giant prime rib dinner for ten bucks, gambled a bit, and worked out the travel plans for Sat. In the morning we had a breakfast that would have fed the African continent. Lots to like about the Hotel Nevada.

I think Troy said that Jason and he had traveled 442 miles our first day. I might have traveled a little less than that from Boise. We made the move from Ely to Mesquite on back highways. We found the little mining town of Panaca and we bullshitted with the owner of a gas station there. He gave us the best route to St. George and then Mesquite. In a little town called Enterprise- we were fueling up when some kid in a diesel truck next to us- made a mistake and filled his tank up with gas instead of diesel. He discovered the mistake before he tried to start the truck. After discovering what he had done, the young man told his father. The father very calmly and rationally said it was just a mistake and they mapped out a strategy for siphoning the gas out of the tank with several 5 gallon gas cans. I was in awe. No yelling or name calling. I thought to myself, had I done this to my father's truck as a kid, I don't think it would have gone the same way.

Thank God we didn't have diesel trucks back then.

We stayed at the Virgin River Casino in Mesquite. I did not find one virgin nor did I find a river. I did however, spot a bowling alley. I like to bowl. Secretly, I am a professional bowler. I just don't tell anyone about it. That way, I can say something harmless like- "we oughta bowl tonight, I haven't done that in years." This of course- is complete bullshit and lulls my adversaries into a false sense of security. They think, "wow I haven't bowled in years either" and so they usually agree to a few lines. Once the trap is set, I got 'em. The key for me is not strictly about beating the pants off everyone that I play- what's really important is that I get the opportunity to say things like- "You had me worried right up until I actually saw you bowl that first frame."

Now I have a secret for bowling. I don't like to tell anyone that secret but here it is. I throw the ball down the middle of the lane. That's it. As easy as that sounds, most people cannot throw the ball down the middle. 

So the bowling championship was set. I was just getting ready to heckle my adversaries as soon as they finished bowling their first frame- when suddenly something completely out of the ordinary sent me into a tailspin. Jason stumbled and fell flat on his face as he pitched the first ball. It did not go down the middle. I cannot tell you the level of restraint that I had to muster to keep myself from howling with laughter. Troy and I pretended not to notice but the truth is- it's pretty hard to shrug off something like that because a fall from a guy the size of Jason + ball can measure somewhere in the 4's on the Richter scale. It's hard not to notice that type of complete collapse unless of course you were in a coma and your family just happened to wheel you into the bowling alley for some fresh air about then. I think the pressure got to Jason early.

So I didn't say anything at that point. Troy and Jason managed to hang in the competition during that first game. They started leaking oil during the second game and their doors completely fell off during the third game. I mentioned that I barely squeaked a win out by a paltry150 pins. Oddly, they did not want to bowl anymore with me after that. That evening we had dinner, gambled, and went to our rooms. The next day was Grand Canyon day.