Monday, May 6, 2013

Where Your Energy Comes From

The only thing missing from this cartoon are the hundreds of animated men and women who are the human element to this process...and the deafening roar of dozens of trucks...and the dust...and the lightning storms...and bewildered hogs and deer and illegal immigrants hustling crank across the borders. Oggy is also not pictured in his bell bottom pants installing automation devices. This narration is a little slanted but that's what Chesapeake paid for so I can't blame them. I think this issue will reach a conclusion with the demise/decline of humanity. Energy has allowed our species to propagate beyond the capacity of the planet. That has driven wages down as the labor pool exploded.

A funny story that should make you laugh your swollen belly with jiggling Taco fat is the guys I work with who came back from Afghanistan and Iraq where the blood for oil program is working perfectly. The elites of Oil-stan all agreed to the invasion basically to get rich but partially to provide work for the poor of their countries. Go ask them how that worked out. Hahahaha. All the labor jobs went to Kenyans and Napalese immigrants trucked/trafficked into the Middle East with women to breed future prostitutes. So, they got bombed, fucked, invaded and then their jobs were given to the poorest people on the planet, whom they probably already hated for historic reasons. Hahahaaa. I get resentful when someone honks at me at a red light. You probably do too. So how do you think you would feel if your grandmother was bombed, your country invaded, and then you lost your job to a starving tibet monk? Oh, I forgot you can't think outside the shame box that you built for your filtered ego. Go back to your cheerios and keep scratching your ass about the state of the world.


I'll give you $1000 if you see someone actually riding this monstrosity on the street. Fucking trophy piece for gear heads who disrespect Senor Honda's vision. WHY DON'T YOU PUT MAG WHEELS ON IT AND STICKERS THAT SAY WHAT AN ASSHOLE YOU ARE?

I don't have my guitar with me or I'd sing a song that expresses my disdain for this kind of abuse of vintage bikes. 1973 CB 450 turned inside out. The worst part is they left the Honda badge on. Why? It's like a whore using her married name to pimp herself out. Like assholes who tell me what kind of accessories to put on my van. WHY DON'T YOU BUY A 1969 VAN AND PIMP IT OUT YOURSELF? Keep your neon and computer systems in your cell phone where they belong and I'll pass your sorry ass up after the apocalypse hits in a few years.

It reminds me of the Harley Davidson rally they have in Texas where they get some 1981 CX Honda Silverwing or Twinstar or Goldwing and start it up and then charge $1 for a few wacks with a sledge hammer. "For a charity" The guy who told me the story (because I traitorously declared my allegiance to Jap bikes) was a bit embarrassed when he told me all those tough Harley guys couldn't kill the Honda with hundreds of sledge hammer hits.
"It kept running. Finally, we set it on fire."
The fuckwad who ruined this CB 450 did worse than any hammer. And it's fucking unrideable. WHY WHY WHY?


Lightning Grounding Cable provides light poles a path for lightning to go to earth and not into Oggy's skull should the worst case scenario be realized. LGC doesn't magically appear on those poles so some sad bastard has to get up a 5am and drive into the middle of a ranch with the braided copper and some split bolts and water clamps to instal it. And that copper will remain a bright gold color for one day. The next day it will appear coated with a black film...the result of hydrogen sulfide that wasn't sucked into Oggy's lungs lingering in the atmosphere and attacking the copper. That is only 24 hours. I thought someone had painted it but I was being naive.
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