What Century is it Again?

Here's something wonderful I found in my comments. A nice treat to help me digest breakfast.

I agree with Duane Chapman on this deal. His son is a classless loser who sold his own family out. I hope that nigger loving son gets his own misery. No matter what anyone thinks there are and always have been Niggers it doesnt however mean that all coloreds are niggers. Ignorant and lazy is the definition of nigger, I would say there are plenty of colored folks who fit the bill. Dog stay strong and dont sell out to the politically correct blowhards on TV.

I know what some of you are thinking. "Must be a Southerner." No, sorry. Not unless Napa, California is part of the South. That's where the IP resolves to.

This specimen calls him or herself "Common Sense." I'll agree with the "common" part. As in "common trash," or as some Southerners like to put it, "common as horse turds."

I hate the way "politically correct" has become racist-ignoramus code for "tolerant and educated." When I say I hate political correctness, I mean I'm against socialism and political censorship and so on. The sick tools of the overweening, authoritarian left. When an idiot like Mr. or Mrs. Sense says it, it means he or she wants black people to get the hell off the sidewalk when he slouches by. It means he or she wants to say "nigger" a lot, without having to listen to a lot of complaining from people who finished high school.

The funny part about this is the attempt at moral justification: "No matter what anyone thinks there are and always have been Niggers it doesnt however mean that all coloreds are niggers." Oh, okay. You're fine. I didn't realize you were only talking about the BAD niggers.

Another pea-brain identifying himself as Ray Siste is angry because I didn't post his offensive comment. He says my Amazon ratings are going to suffer. Is that all you got, bitch? Jesus, Ray, why don't you hit me with your purse while you're at it? Maybe Ray will put up more trash so I can present it here for everybody to laugh at. I assume Ray is self-employed or (far more likely) on welfare, or that he's using a bogus name. I'd hate to run around applying for jobs after posting a bunch of racist comments on the web over my own name. Oh, wait. I get it. "Ray Siste" means "racist." I thought it meant "cyst," which is what Ray has where a brain would normally be. Since he's hiding behind a fake identity, I assume he has at least two body parts even smaller than his brain. I don't publish my name and address, but I'm here consistently, day after day, and I put my face on Youtube. Ray, let's see your pretty face on Youtube so you can tell us your brilliant racial theories. Grow some stones, cupcake.

It will never happen.

You can't stop me with your punk threats, people. You should be glad I'm only deleting comments. I could be giving you all the same treatment Mr. Sense got above. I could also be finding out where you work and complaining to your bosses. It would be awful to lose a good ditch-digging job right after you got enough seniority to get the shovel with the rubber handle.

I can't believe I'm getting in trouble for telling people to stop saying "nigger" in 2007. I feel like I'm stuck in an episode of All in the Family, or maybe one of those great Bonanza episodes where Hoss has a moment of illumination and realizes he has to stop eating Indians. "Dang, Paw. Them was juicy."

I still remember the episode where Adam made him take the saddle off Hop Sing.

The ironic thing about this is that I'm usually catching crap from little minds on the other side of the spectrum. I had some predictable problems with my first book because so many of the criminals I picked on were ostensibly black. Never mind that they were criminals.

So anyway, expect to see some really harsh Amazon comments soon. "This buk done make me mad only negger lovers thank it funny." "This are the worse book I ever had readed to me."

There's something even funnier about Ray's threat, but if I tell you now, it will spoil it.

I will never get any support from the PC crowd on this. I had no interest in being a civil rights crusader, but now that it appears to be happening, I can count on the left clapping and rooting while cretins come after me.

I fooled around with metalworking last night because I was bored. I thought the needle scaler was the tool of choice for cleaning metal before welding, but it looks like a paint-stripping wheel is far superior. The scaler just made the dirt and rust look better. Oddly, the scaler did a much better job removing paint.

I figured out how to get the gas working on the welder. The video I bought features weird equipment, and I was looking for similar stuff in my outfit. It turns out the giant wooden (kidding) flow meter in the video is different from the meter that came with my welder. The second meter on the regulator is the flow meter, and the reason I could not adjust it is that the plastic protective cap I removed while setting the welder up was actually a flow-control knob.

Haha. How about that.

People have recommended getting leather work boots for welding. I can't do it. It's too goddamn hot here. But I have a pair of high-top canvas Israeli commando boots, and they're a little too big, so I don't care what happens to them. If I get spatter that can burn through canvas and a thick sock, I'm not sure leather would make a difference.

I'm not going to wear jeans, either, for the same reason. I'm going to try my chef pants. The fabric is pretty heavy, but not as miserably hot as Levi's.

I'll read your disapproving comments on my laptop in the ER.

I better get off my butt and start cooking.