...I coont evin spel injunir

and now I are one.

The re-clutched pickup is home and purring, ready for work and adventure just as soon as I and my junk pile rectify a Detroit error.

In the Vietnam era some blockheaded American truck designer decided a pickup spare should ride under the bed in order to make it inaccessible in conditions of mud, snow, and, most laughably, when one of the rear tires was flat. Enhanced hilarity resulted from the construction materials, uncoated mild steel warranted to rust tight within eight months or 8,000 miles. The satanic assembly on mine gave up a couple of years ago, and since then the spare has rattled around in the box or the passenger seat making, like His Obamaness, a general nuisance of itself.

Finally fed up, this peasant revolts, and today begins the process. A huge bolt, two short chains, and a small box of hefty eye bolts and other connecting gizmos will put the tire where it belongs: riding high and snugly on the front bumper.

It will serve a secondary purpose, absorbing excess energy when the driver accidentally dead centers teevee anchor persons, city council members, zoning enforcement officers and suchlike.

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And as the sun sinks slowly in the westerrn sky, only the tidying up remains. The mount is stronger with the rim mounted inside out, so substantial

derustification is in order.

This gorilla drilled the half-inch holes in the bumper, and it's shown here to illustrate for the young that Black and Decker once had a higher glory than capturing shelf space at WalMart. There was a time you bought a B&D and bragged about it. Men used them hard for decades, then passed them down to their sons.

Going Arizona One Better on Illegals

Chip him, Dan-O. Trespassing One.

That's the immigration control solution of a guy actually running for congress in these parts.

Pat says what works for keeping track of his dog ought to be excellent for keeping tabs on illegals.

The Hell of it is, he probably isn't the Republican who will finish last in the primary. Worse, there's probably no way we can revoke his license to reproduce.

Reloading note

No matter how cheap they are, resist the impulse to acquire any GI .30-06 brass made in Denver in 1942 (Den 42) . I have fought government primer crimps and tight pockets for years, usually with enough success to create good loads with only moderate effort using a simple reamer with a radius grind.

No so this stuff. An hour of trying put me in a foul mood for most of the afternoon, and I finally dumped about 300 of them in a low spot I'm trying to fill over by the maple trees. It's almost as if they were re-specked with remarkably undersized pockets.

Also and more happily: It is very pleasant to run across four decks of large rifle primers you forgot you had.

Put the lawyers to work

I don't wants months of senators and other political creepy crawlies scoring points for the teevee audience off whatever it was that Goldman Sachs did.

I want prosecutors drafting criminal charges. I want a grand jury to indict for fraud if it sees fit. I want a trial. And then I want to see the guilty GS executives manufacturing gravel, one sledge swing at a time.

A bit of oversight responsibility is probably inherent in the legislative process, but a lot of justice has been buried under bullshit which is the sole ingredient in most congressional "hearings."