Michael Kindt's Blog, page 107
August 17, 2015
The largest air force in the world is the United States Air Force. The second largest air force in the world is the United States Navy. I wonder, are we spending enough money on military shit?
I wouldn’t recommend the Navy to anyone, but I did have a buddy who was stationed in Asia and they were in a pretty small town where most people rode bicycles. One night, he and his buddies had leave and got all drunk in the local bars. As they stumbled back to the water, they noticed all the bicycles, parked and unlocked. They don’t lock their bicycles in Asia, apparently.
So my buddy and his friends hopped on some bikes and rode them around and parked them somewhere else. Then they hopped on some more, rode those around and parked them somewhere else.
It became a thing with them, a mission. They systematically took bikes from their parking spots and rode them to other parking spots. All night long, switching spots, until the sun was close and they had to be back aboard.
LOL. American firepower.
All summer it was so cool and pleasant, I barely had to use my...
All summer it was so cool and pleasant, I barely had to use my AC, which is good because AC dries out my sinuses and I become prone to nosebleeds. Then the last 5 days: upper 90s, even 100s.
I truly hate hot weather.
My S.O. has forbidden moving to Alaska, my dream. Alas. I’ll listen to her because she’s never steered me wrong yet, but, man, I’m looking forward to winter.
Today, however, on a Sunday–God’s day–the heat relented to the point that she had to wear a sweater in August. LOL.
I was quite comfortable in my flip-flops and shorts. Mid-60s. Perfect for me. Mike weather.
This is a picture, by the way, from the demolition derby we went to Saturday night. It’s a car on fire, but you probably can’t tell because I took it with my cellphone, which I got when W. was President. It’s so goddamn old you can’t even get the internet on it, which is exactly why I’m keeping it.
Takes crappy pictures, tho.
Whatever.
As we sat there in the crowd, watching the demo derby, beers in our hands, and listening to Merle on the loudspeakers, she put her arm around me and said “I would really hate to leave the Midwest.”
I would, too, honestly, but come on winter!
August 15, 2015
can’t wait for winter…..
can’t wait for winter…..
August 14, 2015
Someone just sent me a list of of Trumps “misogynistic statements” because I am a publicly declared Trump supporter.
They want me to know how wrong I am. They think it’s important that I know. They would like to help me. They are, according to them, BRILLIANT, and know exactly how everything should be. They know how totally WRONG Trump is and, by extension, me for supporting.
They have kind words and a caring demeanor. I am, after all, mentally disabled.
Anyway.
I didn’t read his “misogynist” statements, but so fucking what? Jesus fucking christ I’m sick of feminism.
Men and women ARE equal. Feminism is the only voice insisting they are not. Therefore, fuck feminism.
I’ll answer this one first (the next one will probably piss you off):
Anon message about cops,
about how they’re ALL heros and work so hard for ALL of us and about how I’m a dick for calling them into question and having a problem with them.
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First of all, I don’t care if you’re black or white or green, no unnarmed person should die at the hands of the police.
That’s rule number ONE.
Second of all, the more you arm your police, the more they shoot.
The police are so well-armed, they have no other option, in their minds, but gun violence.
Everytime a police officer kills an unarmed suspect, for whatever reason, it should be looked upon and investigated as a crime.
The last time an anti-establishment candidate was a real threat was in 1992 and I remember it like yesterday.
His name was Ross Perot and, like Donald Trump, he was fucking things up for the Republicans. He was fucking WINNING, kicking ass, then suddenly, for no apparent reason, he dropped out. For a few months he was out, then, out of nowhere, he came back in as a 3rd party candidate and got 19% of the vote. Unheard of for a 3rd party candidate. It’s the second highest tally for a 3rd party candidate in the history of the United States (the highest was Abe Lincoln). But the question is WHY DID HE DROP OUT FOR HALF THE CAMPAIGN? He actually stated that there were threats against his daughter. The fact that he dropped at out the height of his momentum, only to come back in at the end, pissed off a lot of his supporters. Only one in five Americans supported him whereas if had stayed in and not flaked he coulda thrown the whole election into the House of Representatives, or, like Abe, won the Presidency. Something scared him off, though, from going all the way. I totally remember it and I totally voted for him. It was my first presidential election, I think. Today, we have two loose cannons, one on each side. How delightful! But how, HOW are they going to get rid of them????
They will, though. Just you watch.
studionothing said about Mount Gay Rum: Don’t overlook Rhum Negrita, assuming you can still get...
studionothing said about Mount Gay Rum: Don’t overlook Rhum Negrita, assuming you can still get it. I understand it came from Cuba through Martinique. I quit drinking a couple of decades ago, so I might be living in the past, but I can partially recall many a fun night fueled by Negrita.
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Well, I’m a newbie. the “Rhum” spelling these days seems to be mostly associated with the French-speaking part of the Caribbean, Haiti and also Martinique. Definitely want to try some rhum agricole next, distilled from sugar cane juice rather than molasses (so I gather). There’s Haitian rhum at the high-end liquor store here in town, and at only around 25 bucks.
(I will never spend more than, say, 30 bucks on a spirit. It would have to come with a blowjob or something. My Mount Gay Eclipse was only about $18).
I’ll probably just drink rum for the rest of my life, unless I change my mind and drink something else.
Oh my God. Mount Gay Rum.
I know I made a post about tequila not too long ago, but that was in my pre-rum daze.
Rum. I will say no more, nor will I elaborate, but trust me: Rum.
Mount Gay “Eclipse”. Barbados rum. It’s like suckling from the nipple of God, but I’m probably not doing it justice.
I like the very idea of rum. Jack Sparrow is my spirit animal.
Mount Gay Eclipse. Go get some. Don’t mix it with anything. Drink it straight. Room temp, neat.
Trust me.
August 13, 2015
In honor of my kitty coming home after a 17 day hiatus, I...
In honor of my kitty coming home after a 17 day hiatus, I present a photo retrospective.
