SEVENTY YEARS AGO TODAY

At 8:15 a.m. on August 6, 1945 an American military bomber released an Atomic weapon on a civilian population.   The bomb detonated at 1900 feet above Hiroshima, Japan killing 140,000 of the 350,000 inhabitants.

Don't give me any shit a about ending the war early or collateral damage.   War is between military combatants.   An attack aimed at a civilian population is a war crime.  

Winners of wars get to write the history so you will not see this in a high school American or World history book.

A crime against humanity - but begs the question: are humans capable of humanity, or so egocentric that we can justify something as heinous as this.

Have a good day

the Ol'Buzzard

FILTHY MC NASTY

It has been a while since I posted –lot of summer maintenance projects to complete.   Here in western Maine winter and snow always looms just beyond the horizon – a time to be done with chores… except digging out from snow storms. 

I have jacked and leveled my back shed, put away my firewood (still some to split,) leveled my oil tank, re-plumbed under the sink,  am painting our mudroom, having our driveway resurfaced with stone dust, need to build new steps to the oil tank… and of course never ending mowing the lawn…

I can’t complain as the weather has been great.  Most days in the seventies and nights dropping into the sixties: this past week, however, we have had temps reaching into the eighties.

Anyway, Filthy Mc Nasty:   It has dawned on me after all these years that men’s shoes should be classified as toxic material.   Not that the inside may or may not stink (depending on the foot sweat of the individual,) but where those shoes have been. 

Now that I am older I mark my turf from bathroom to bathroom.  When I go shopping I pee at every spot along the way.  Men’s public bathrooms are sometimes cleaner than women’s – I am told; but there is always a coating of pee under the men’s urinals and you have to stand in it to take a leak.   Either we all think we are longer than we actually are or more likely the last squirt or few drops don’t make it inside the porcelain catch.   Anyway, every time we use a public urinal we are tracking through someone else’s piss – not to mention all the other crap on the sidewalks and grounds. 

Kinda gives you a new perspective on your shoes doesn’t it?

the Ol’Buzzard 

GLASSES MAKE YOU SMARTER

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Click the Underlined statement and the video will play

the Ol'Buzzard

THERE IS ALWAYS A NEED FOR A SAW HORSE.

We recently had a new carpet put down in our cabin.   Because of the increased thickness of the new carpet I had to pull three doors and take ½ inch of the bottoms.

 

Years ago when we moved here I built a set of saw horses and over the years have used them many times.

  

You can purchase saw horses but these are much more substantial and are made from scrap 2x4’s and a piece of plywood and can be disassembled, transported and stored easily

If you do DIY carpentry projects you will find these saw horses invaluable.

fully assembled 

End pieces slip into the slots on the cross members 

70 degree angle

cross member dissembled

completely disassembled 

hope it is useful

the Ol'Buzzard

CATS

My wife with her constant companion Rag Doll

We lost our 18 year old Rag Doll cat in January of 2014.   We felt that it would be quite a while before we would we would want another cat – you can’t replace one that has lived with you for half your married life.   Then in November, on a whim, we checked out Maine Coon Cats within the state – found a woman who had kittens, contacted her, and the next thing we knew we were picking up a kitten and her older sister. 

Toula at 11 months

Our kitten Toula will turn one year old at the end of this month and Bella, her older sister, will turn six this November.

Sweet Bella

The older girl is very laid back and unbelievably patient of the kitten.   The kitten, however, is like a kid in the terrible twos – unbounded energy and into everything.

Trouble

  

Toula's favorite place to sleep

Patient Bella

Maine Coons are known as the dogs of the cat world.  They follow you around, seek your attention, nothing particularly bothers them and they are big and friendly. 

It is absolutely gratifying to be cat people again.   Cats are the original Zen masters and being around them imparts peace, acceptance and contentment.   They constantly teach you if you pay attention. 

the Ol’Buzzard

WHAT IS THAT RING ACTUALLY WORTH?

My wife had a neckless that she almost never wore and decided she would sell it to a local jeweler.   She received so much less than the actual price she paid we decided to do research.    A small jeweler’s weight scale on eBay cost less than ten dollars and there are web sites that give current metal prices.

So

Did you ever wonder how much your jewelry was worth, or a silver coin or other piece of precious metal?  

If you go to one of those ‘we buy gold and silver’ jip joints you will definitely be getting screwed, and without even a kiss.

The sights below will give you the current price of gold and silver on the market so if you ever decide to sell a piece of precious metal you can be knowledgeable of the actual value.

Silver calculator

Gold calculator

Precious metals calculator

http://www.silverrecyclers.com/Calculators/ster_calculator.aspx

http://www.silverrecyclers.com/Calculators/gold_calculator.aspx

http://dendritics.com/metal-calc/

Just thought you might be interested.

the Ol’Buzzard

THE DONALD

Like one of those songs you can’t get out of your mind, I went to sleep last night and woke up this morning thinking about Trump World. 

From the diary of the Ol’Buzzard, July, 2018.

In 2015 there were seventeen Republican candidates and six Democratic candidates running for President; but, by the election of 2016 there was only Donald Trump.

It all came to pass when a spacecraft from the planet Kolob, so large it blocked out the sun, hovered over Washington D.C.  

At that time all the faithful Mormon and Scientologist levitated from the Earth, in what Revelation reveals as the Rapture, to space ships to transport them to the Celestial Kingdom in the constellation Cancer, sector 2813, to dwell forever as minions of the ruler Xenu.

The Glorious and Magnificent The Donald (more glorious and magnificent than the most glorious and magnificent anything that ever prior existed,) assisted by The Apostle Tom Cruise OT-6 was left on earth to rule the undeserving.

  

Though the Apostle Cruise is liberated he is undeserving to look upon the radiant face of The Most Radiant The Donald (more radiant by ten than anything the most radiant that ever existed on earth.)  

Instead he must prostate himself in The Splendid  The Donald’s presence (more splendid than…) and lick the toe jam from between his toes, to carry it in his mouth like a woman not wishing to swallow a blow job, until he can spit it out and dry it to become The Most Precious Relic (more precious than any relic that ever existed by ten,) to be displayed in the Vatican for the adoration of the masses.

At the same time the Anti-Trump (known in Revelations as the anti-Christ) Rachel Maddow was made to become Tom Cruise’s thirteenth wife – to study under him until she can achieve OT-1.

Actually The Great Donald has existed over the centuries.   There are the Trump pyramids in Egypt, the Trump Coliseums in Rome; and the Grand Apocalypse could have taken place two thousand years ago but the Jews refused to wear the underwear.   

I would like to recite to you more history of Doctor Generalissimo President The Donald (ten times greater than any general or president that ever existed – also he was reborn on Kolob but to an American mother and Xenu so he is a citizen and can be President - and his mother was not an orangutan) but I am now required to prostate myself and give praise while counting the ten beads on my Trumpifix and reciting “one times greater, two times greater, three times greater, four times greater, five times greater, six times greater, seven times greater, eight time greater, nine times greater, ten times greater, until I reach the icon of The Donald, arms spread and hair extending like gossamer wings from his head, standing like a giant (ten times gianter than…) in front of the Trump Towers.   

Perhaps I have too much time on my hands

the Ol’Buzzard