AzRednek

I ran out of Ensure and need to get to CVS or Dollar General for more. I grabbed a stack of $3.00 off coupons at the Dr’s office. Guess I need to thank Joe as Ensure and the other brands as well went up 2-3 bucks after the first.

Us laymen want to know what is RSV?? So far after being vaxed twice and five Covid tests all negative. I hate those speedy tests where the nurse sticks the long q-tip up my nose until it bottoms out. The simple nostril swab at CVS is not to bad. No cold of flu for me but I know sick as I started Chemo again last week and feel like home made sh!t past 2-3 days. Yesterday my son tempted me into eating with a double-double Whataburger. I managed half of it then removed the onions and fed the rest to my dog. Today I forced fed myself peanut butter on Ritz crackers. Later being hungry in mind only. I fixed a green chili tomato omelet but my dog got the majority of it instead of the canned food I usually mix with his 2 cups of dry. I thought dogs wouldn’t eat tomatoes but he scarfed it down. It must be a real cluster screw at the Post Office seeing delivery vehicles out in the dark. Got my mail yesterday about 7:15 PM. I bet the mail stream is backed up with sick calls. The big killer is airline cancellations. The USPS was mandated years ago by Congress to use commercial aviation to help feed the passenger airline corporations. Lower classes of mail still move by truck and trains but my guess with trucking currently being forked up your magazines and newspapers are probably arriving late. The 2-3 day shipping promise of my Harbor Freight order placed seven or eight days ago still hasn’t arrived. With my neighborhood though going to hell I have to worry about porch pirates. I always add deliver to carport door in address line but UPS more often than not ignores it and just dumps it by my front door., Sorry again guys, it’s 3:00 AM I’m wide awake and keyboard rambling off subject again. After doubling up the Compazine and a half bottle of generic dollar store Malox maybe I’ll fall asleep soon, Chemo Sucks!!

My gut feeling is a plague similar to the Black Plague that reduced Europe’s population by 25%. Possibly one that only the rich will be able to afford a cure. Possibly it will take a natural disaster. A volcanic eruption blocking sunlight creating a world wide food shortage. The first time I visited Meteor Crater in northern Arizona. I realized how vulnerable we are. A food shortage will lead to war possibly nuclear. I just have a feeling sometime in the distant future an event like the Ice Age will lead to reducing the over population. Humans as a whole are resourceful and will rebound from whatever disaster lies ahead.

I agree and Rob as far as the mistakes go. Don’t point them out to anybody. Something I learned from my high school upholstery teacher. Onlookers see the project as a whole. Tiny errors won’t be seen unless you show them.

Yes I remember the counter balance well as Nixon’s Silent Majority.

I recall the biggest change in my lifetime in society was during the late 60’s. The pill, Women’s Lib, race riots and the birth of orgs like The Black Panthers, the sexual revolution, Timothy Leary’s tune in etc BS openly promoting the use of LSD as a welcome speaker at colleges, liberal attitudes about illegal drugs and Marijuana especially, Queers proudly coming out of the closet, Gun Control Act of 1968 coupled with new orgs like the coalition to ban handguns, the war and the draft resist movement and college war protests to name just a few. If you were to ask my grand parents it was the Depression. My maternal Grandfather strangely blamed loose morals of the so called Roaring 20’s on non Catholic immigrants. My parents would say WW2, women in the workplace out of the kitchen and the subsequent post war baby boom brought about the changes in society. Today’s changes in society are being led by and encouraged by the Demoncrats. Dividing the country by race, religion, social economic levels and the financial support of fatherless homes. I feel the increase in crime is only going to grow especially by criminals knowing they won’t be prosecuted by liberal prosecutors. CNN naming burning, looting and rioting as peaceful protests.

I’m still breathing, heart is beating and I’m partially mobile. I’ll know more in a few days.

At best I get a dozen about every 90 days. Unless the pain is off the chart I usually get by with half a pill. I caught my X abusing Triazolam which I think is the same as or similar to Ambien.. She was getting it prescribed one per day by a Shrink. She also smuggled in a bunch from Mexico when we were going there for Dentists. The pharmacist put the pills in empty water pill bottles, seal it up and it passed right through Customs. After picking her up passed out on the floor two nights in a row and dealing with our Rottweiler believing he was protecting her. The final straw was getting up in the morning finding her passed out sitting on the toilet. I flushed all her Mexican pill bottles. She also bought something through the net from a Canadian pharmacy. No telling what she may have sneaked through stashed in her purse. Customs stopped her from bringing a legit Soma Rx across. Told her to dispose of it into a small trash can on the Mexican side before she could cross. I had to stop the customs agent from crumpling up the written Rx from a US Dr. Before we were finished with the are you a US citizen, where were you born etc questions. A Mexican kid about 10 years old carrying a small display case leashed around his neck selling Chicklets gum, Blackcat firecrackers and the Novelty Horse Sh!t cigarettes grabbed it out of the trash can and headed toward pharmacy row. At the time my X and I watched TV in separate rooms. She liked Jerry Springer, Oprah, Judge Judy and Cheaters type programs. I liked shows like the Sopranos, Star Trek Enterprise, Combat reruns and war movies. She was a beer drinker and occasionally did and say stupid things. I thought it was the beer and being drunk but I discovered she was mixing it with pills. She used to have horrible nightmares related to her mother being murdered. I often had a hard time waking her up. She would wake me up screaming kicking and waving her arms fiercely. A couple times she bit me hard enough to draw blood but didn’t remember it after she was finally awake. I assume she was hard to wake up from the pills. Sorry again for the keyboard rambling from boredom. I’m having another PET scan tomorrow after a previous scan was somehow botched up. Got an early morning call telling me to relax all day, avoid physical activity, eat only high protein, absolutely no carbs, nothing but water after midnight and not even black coffee tomorrow morning. The tech claimed caffeine old alter results. Fearing more bad news keeping me awake I’ll probably take an Ambien tonight.

I really have to admire and I’m really envious of the skills I see here. I have to admit my wood working skills are sub par. Guess it’s my impatient personality. On my father’s side of the family. My great and grandfather were carpenters. My grandfather was a highly skilled cabinet maker. After emigrating from Scotland he earned a reputation in the USA for building no squeak wood stairs, cabinets and book cases in mansions and large buildings making a good living. My dad had a white collar job with Goodyear but built some amazing wood projects. He built a carport out of scrap wood crates he scrounged from the Goodyear Aerospace factory. Unfortunately those skills were not in my DNA.

I’m glad the Fornies are moving to Texas and Nevada at a higher rate than they’re coming into Arizona. The Fornies have turned Tucson to a liberal Mecca. I’m fine with the libs moving there and keeping out of central Az and the Phoenix area.

He didn’t give any details about the ammo or rifle he was shooting. I suspect a lawsuit is being planned. My best guess he was likely being video recorded. I’d really like to see a slow motion video of the incident.

I heard plenty of hospital horror stories from fed retirees usually with some exaggeration but I’m sure some were legit. I almost wound up as a witness in a malpractice lawsuit. Long one short supposedly a RN on her own decided to wean down woman from her pain meds claiming it was the surgeons orders. Her husband begged me to visit hospital because his wife was worried about the bill. A short time after I arrived she handed her husband a note saying “air I need air”. I stayed in room while husband went to nurses station. He came back in a few minutes telling me nurse said she’s doing it for attention wanting more Morphine. She died he next day. Later when I was contacted by phone by husband’s lawyer. All I could attest to was the note asking for air. I had no first hand knowledge of anything. All I could do was relay what husband told me. I didn’t know anything other than what the husband said about her being taken off Oxygen and being weaned down on pain meds. I had absolutely no idea why she died. When the lawyer asked if I was willing to be deposed. I said ok but there was no way I had any first hand knowledge of anything other than the note and what the husband said to me after returning from nurse’s station. I was never deposed, never heard again from the husband or lawyer. A friend of the husband told me months later it was the RN’s doing and the surgeon denied giving the orders. I don’t know how it ended but I ran into the husband about two years later at Home Depot. He tried to ignore me and when he did speak it was with a cold shoulder. EDIT: I should also had the hospital was in turmoil at the time. It was originally an Osteopathic facility but was bought out by a conglomerate. From I was heard there was a lot of friction between the DO and MD Dr’s as was the nursing staff. A high school friend that was a physical therapist there told me there were a couple of fist fights between Dr’s and a near riot in the kitchen between the original and new staff.

Far as I know Shaw is still in business and their website is active. From some net chatter from a couple years ago they are a lot slower than when they were in their prime.

It’s almost a crying shame that Springfield Sporters sold out to Century Arms. They were a good source for what I call nickel and dime parts. Seemed like they were very knowledgeable about subtle differences between say a Czech, Polish or German Mauser. Several years ago needed a retainer for a Mauser stock. Century Arms didn’t even want to talk to me about Springfields Mauser parts. After I asked if they have the loose parts for Mausers they told me to contact a gun dealer or gunsmith that they are a wholesaler and don’t sell retail. You might try Numrich as they are good about refunds if the parts are wrong but you’ll have to eat return postage. It will be a roll of the dice but you might get lucky with SARCO. Can’t remember, it was either Karlunity or Z1R gave me the retainer I needed for a Polish Mauser for free.

TS still hitting the fan!! Two parties within a block, one about 30-40 yards away. Plenty of sky rockets, firecrackers and Piccolo Pete’s started tonight as soon as it got dark. Doc your recommendation worked very well last night, thanks. Two Benadryl and half an Ambien finally worked. My dog was running into corners, tongue hanging out and rapidly breathing. Took about an hour after being doped up. He jumped up on my bed next to me and kept sticking his snout into my hand demanding to be pet. He calmed down started to doze off but was awakened every time there was a boom in the sky but he stopped trying to run and hide. Somewhere between 2-3:00 AM I finally fell asleep. Sometime in the middle of sleeping I got up to take a leak and he was still in the bed. Started all over again tonight with two parties nearby. Rather than one pill at a time I shoved all three down his throat. Dog continued to go nuts so I put him in the car to get away from the noise. Went and bought a sub from a gas station deli, a pint of egg nog Doritos and a Slim Jim for the dog. I went to a quiet city park about three miles from home to eat my dinner. The parking lot was empty and I backed into a parking place. I know it’s almost paranoid but I don’t like having my back to a crowd. About a hundred yards away there were a bunch of teens playing basketball. Just about the time I finished eating two prick cops showed up asking questions. They started asking questions about what I was doing in my car in an empty parking lot, why I backed in and what’s up. They didn’t buy my story about the dog and fireworks. My mistake was telling them I doped him up. After telling the jerk I gave him allergy pills and Ambien. Cop raised his voice “where did you get the drugs did you get them here” Seemed to anger him when I told him CVS. He started asking questions about the pills, how often do I take them, demanding Dr’s name that prescribed them and did I tell the Dr I give them to my dog. After the cop asked me how many hours ago did I take the Ambien. He just exhaled long and hard when I told him 3 or 4 weeks ago. The other cop asked me to step out of the vehicle. I shook my handicapped placard on my mirror telling him I have a bad leg and I’m awaiting a knee replacement and I’m staying seated. He started to open the door, it was locked and it was like an alarm to my dog. Dog started viciously barking and growling so I rolled up the window about half way. The prick then asked for driver license, registration and proof of insurance. I was not in the mood and getting pissed off plenty. I gave him a loud “NOPE IM NOT DRIVING THIS IS NOT A TRAFFIC STOP”. He started with you’re required by law to show ID when requested by an officer. We had some more back and forth about my ID and the law when he remarked to the other cop about another YouTube lawyer here. I said loudly “nope ALEA where did you get yours”. ALEA is the acronym of police academy my X went to and I read some of her training manuals so I wasn’t a total liar. I told him I’m ending this consensual conversation and not answering anymore questions. As I started to roll up the window the cop asked are you or have you ever been an officer. I reversed the window back to about 50% telling him “did you learn about the right to remain silent at PLEA” (Phx law enforcement academy. The two cops had a short conversation I couldn’t hear with the window up. One cop walked to the back of my car, jotted down plate number and I believe one said drive safe and they left. My intention was to only eat half the sub giving the drugs time to calm down my dog and eat the rest when I got home. I decided to eat the rest and stay longer as the cops moved to the other end of the parking lot. I had a feeling they would wait for me to leave then pull me over for a chicken reason forcing me to ID. I turned on the radio, listened to Hannity then a talk show with Monica Crowley before leaving. When I got home my dog was sound asleep in the back seat and the party near my house was breaking up. Only been two sky booms since I got home and started typing. Be a cold day in hell before I ever go back to that city park at night. From my time with my X and being around her cop friends. I know dam well if either of those prick cops see me on the road they will find a reason to pull me over and give me a hard time. If the cops wrote an incident report my info is in their system after identifying me with the plate number. It will also show I have a concealed carry permit. Chances are good the cops will likely try to put me through a sobriety test just to give me a hard time.

My son has a nice house in a rural area. Most his neighbors are cops or retired cops and he feels very safe. My other son lived in a Townhouse next door to a cop. Something turned up missing from a carport. The cop put on his uniform told some tweakers that just moved in. You can do all the dope you want but if you step outside you better be headed to your car or the garbage then he pointed to a camera. The dopers did exactly as told but weren’t there for very long being deadbeat renters.

I really expect a lot of fraud. Hopefully it will be exposed as after the last election here we’re many lessons learned.

To be very blunt, you’re a good person for helping out. When I took on the union’s job as the Health Benefits Rep. I had to help so many retirees or their spouses with health insurance claims. Their were a lot that didn’t get any help from their adult children. Many elderly feeling worthless were suicidal. Back in the 80’s there was a lot of paperwork involved with Medicare claims and a lot of chicken sh!t denials. For a time seemed like every ambulance claim was automatically denied. I had to assist with appeals and process claims for their secondary coverage. Many retirees would send a check usually after dealing with a collection agency for the balance after Medicare. The elderly very simply couldn’t do a claim form, understand the secondary needed an itemized bill and would not process a statement saying balance due after Medicare. I often got involved after the retiree was broke and in debt. I became emotionally involved as many retirees were just lonely. It started with a retired Postal Inspector and FBI Agent. I got involved after he had written almost $200,000 in checks for his wife before she died. He feared if the bills weren’t promptly paid his wife’s treatment might suffer. With my help I recovered a good portion. I showed him how the claims process worked, he understood and did well on his own for about a year. He started calling the union office again requesting help and it didn’t take me long to figure out he wanted company. His only child working in NYC told me when I contacted him. “Oh he can afford it”. His son was PO’d because dad didn’t help with his plane fair to Phx for his mother’s funeral. Dad was pissed because his son flew in first class. To make a long one short. The retiree being lonely on Christmas Eve went to a bar and met and invited a homeless couple to his home for Christmas. The couple robbed and murdered him. Shot him with his souvenir P-38 he brought home from the war. He loved to show it off and tell war stories. He claimed to have been a 90 day wonder coming in the tail end of the war and never getting promoted. Anyhow I could write some other horror stories especially how many adult children wouldn’t lift a finger to help their elderly parents. I went through a rough time at first helping my mother then later my aunt. More often than not, simply a visit or remembering a birthday was all I needed to do. Something as simple as a meal at Denny’s was really appreciated. My 92 year old aunt became difficult and I really felt awful breaking my promise not to put her in a rest home. I’m glad Tony to see you give a dam and willing to help.

Back in he mid 90’s one of my postal patrons made neon signs in his garage. Two occasions he was raided by cops believing he was making Meth because of the odor. The odor mostly a strong propane scent smelled strong a few blocks away. I once got a strange visit by cops and fireman. I was going through the learning curve casting bullets. Something I read, I think may have been in one of Lee’s manuals. To roll up a marble sized pellet of bullet lube into the pot and stir to flux the melted lead. Apparently I missed or forgot the part about lighting up the smoke. Somebody called the fire dept, the fireman seeing the thick smoke rolling out of my shed. Suspected I was making Meth and called cops. After two cops jumped my block fence scaring the piss out of me as one had drawn his gun. Long one short, I got a lecture from a fire capt about the smoke and one cop stayed long enough wanting to learn about bullet casting. I gave the cop my Lee manual and about six weeks later found he returned it placing it in my mailbox. On two occasions while delivering mail I pulled up after houses were busted for making Meth. One house was vacant for more than a year. The bank or whomever held the loan had to pay for a haz-mat clean up. According to a neighbor the bank didn’t want to pay for the clean up. The bank wanted the haz-mat fee paid out of a large stash of confiscated cash found there. I never heard how it ended. The other house was very well kept nothing one would suspect was a Meth lab. I was thrilled seeing the prick handcuffed. He was always very rude when we crossed paths. Must have been a big operation as DEA agents were there. I felt sorry for the prick’s adult retarded brother. He was crying like a child likely not understanding what was going on.

Hard to trust anybody on Meth but not trying to be like Mothers For Gun Safety. A junkie on Meth with guns is frightening especially when they become paranoid and start hallucinating. Be awful careful around them.

Bad holiday or me. The day after a large family Christmas gathering on Sunday. A family member tested positive for Covid in the ER. Christmas Eve and day some bumbling idiots in my hood were launching fireworks till almost 3:00 AM. There was some sporadic gunfire, idiots were rapid firing handguns. I presume they were shooting into the sky but no telling. I kept my dog in my bedroom, turned the TV volume way high but couldn’t over up the booms in the sky. He was barking almost non stop and tried to hide under my bed.

Took me a couple attempts to see the link. My first attempt I got a video of Jeany C Riley’s Harper Valley PTA. Second try I got a toenail fungus commercial. For a minute there I thought I was being pranked!! I finally wised up and restarted my iPad. Powerful words from that guy and the truth. Exactly as the OP stated, won’t be hearing it from Lindsey Graham.

Guess I was a juvenile delinquent. We used to go behind a restaurant and steal pop bottles. At two cents each and the wood crate worth about 52 cents got us an even buck. Didn’t take long for the grocery store we cashed them in at to get wise. When the store manager confronted us demanding to know where we got them. Being typical 10-11 year old kids. My partner in crime told him his mom used to own a restaurant in New York. She took the bottles with when they moved to Phoenix. The manager gave us the choice of returning the bottles or he would call the Sheriff. There wasn’t another store around, being scared of getting caught returning them we dumped the bottles in the canal. We almost got caught but were able to run away stealing deposit milk bottles behind a feed store that had a milk, eggs and bread aisle. The perpetrator that lead us into stealing bottles. Later in life him and his brother spent several years in prison for grand larceny.

Fly Van Gogh!! Just a guess on the hole behind the bolt. Voere Mausers have a Mossberg shotgun type tang safety in that location. I’m told or maybe I read it here years ago. Some of the early Weatherby Mausers that were made by Voere also had the same safety configuration. No telling what the stock was originally cut for.

I posted a few months ago about the crime in the Twin Cities. Being curious I ran down and called an old girl friend living in St Paul. She told me the looters were selling their stolen merchandise on the street and cops turning a blind eye. She claimed the looters were on busy corners with goods stacked on picnic tables. Selling shoes, purses, jewelry and makeup.