TheLastColdBeer

I love hot sauces too, but some are just plain hot, no flavor. Tapatio is my go-to for sandwiches. Zaaschila is a favorite all around, but it only makes it to the states in batches. We could fill a thread on Habaneros, Jalapenos, Horse Radish, & ground Mustard seed.

A lot has changed in Chicago. At one time there was nothing that wasn't made in Chicago, from locomotive engines to knitting needles, it was an economic powerhouse. Now, it's a shadow. Take a cruise up 55 to Lake Shore Drive and it's a sea of dead factories. The only things remaining are the corruption, politicians, & gangs. The courts are not impartial, haven't been impartial for a long time, and are just publicity & revenue generators, preying on what remains.

Should've tossed some turnips in, then poured the gravy & cabbage over deviled eggs. On demand farts & vary the volume & duration Watch for turtle heads, gotta be quick on the valve.

That's exactly what I'm saying Rob, we don't have issues around our area. Cop pulls you over, it's yessir, nossir, and it generally turns into a gab session about price of corn, who's putting on a fish fry, or lunch specials. No big deal, a ticket gets written, or a warning offered & on your way. Chicagoland? whole different story. Couple of friends of mine have handed in their retirements, because they're no longer willing to risk everything they've worked for, just for doing their jobs. Courts don't have their backs, City won't back them up, and the state absolutely will throw them under the bus. All while trying to maintain some semblance of law & order. Stuck in an impossible situation, I don't blame anyone who says piss on it, do your own dirty work.

Had a head of cabbage & bag of carrots that needed to be used. Bought a small shoulder roast this morning, quartered a large onion, tossed in a pint of beef stock, some Tapatio, some Tabasco, salt, & pepper, and 350 degrees in a Lodge dutch oven for a couple hours. Came home from the boat club, tossed a couple of small taters in the micro, & filled a plate with joy. Sure beat eating a bag of dead brewers yeast.

The Police are there to enforce the law. The Courts are there to uphold the law. The Government is SUPPOSED to uphold the constitution as the base of our law. When the top tier fails in its' duty, and the second tier turns a blind eye, you have anarchy. Never forget we live in a contract. We, as citizens, agree to obey the law.......just as long as the powers that be honor their end of the bargain. Failure of responsibilities means all bets are off.

I just assume everyone is a ball-scratching, nose-picking, cooch-fingering POS that can't find a bar of soap. Masks, vaxx, still ain't gonna swap spit with strangers. Trying to convince someone that has their mind all-made-up is a lesson in futility.

I'll give it a shot Rob, but Saturdays are our old fisherman gatherings at the 9th street Pub for lunch. Cheeseburger in Paradise & drafts of Sam Adams.

You could always stop in early for a pummeling....I mean practice session Rob.

Don't forget the cowgirls too, like Mary Castle here. very easy on the eyes.

Film noir was the rage back then too, everybody got into it. Criss Cross with Burt Lancaster & Yvonne De Carlo.

Rob is a Hooker Cooker, he'll set you up with a hot dish.

Television doesn't offer much for viewing pleasure anymore. Aside from a couple of shows (Road Kill Garage for one) been hitting the old classics to bridge the gap between dinner & morning coffee. Been hooked on westerns lately, and movies that feature Dan Duryea in particular. This shot is from Ride Clear of Diablo, Audie Murphy is supposed to be the star, but Dan stole every scene.

Are you saying Rob needs a swift kick, Loader? I'll get in the volunteer line!

Best line I heard lately was "How many AR-15's did Jesus have?" The retort was "Not enough to keep his government from murdering him." There isn't any conspiracy, the Gigabazillionairs want everything their way, and everyone else can eat dirt. Pretty simple.

Right! Right! Bloody well right! One of he best guitar pounding songs ever. After all these years I still smile when I hear it.

I talked my wife into watching Paint Your Wagon too, she loved Lee Marvin.

Our local Postmaster is a peach, she'll go the extra mile for anybody. Our distribution center.....not so much. Full of folks that, once in the club, don't feel required to lift a finger. Advice about billing cycles, I don't carry balances on anything, don't carry debt of any kind, and don't care to include the whole planet on my routing information, passwords, or account numbers. Ain't none of anybody's business. This "secure" plan of doing everything online sux. Any company that can shell out 200 million to avoid a bribery investigation can damn sure afford to mail me a bill.

Yer beating your head against a brick Fldmarshal. Our Savior Jesus Christ said he could raise the dead, and you still wouldn't believe. Matter of fact, he did every miracle asked of him, but the Jewish people wouldn't accept, they wanted a Messiah of fire & sword, and wouldn't accept anything else. Pretty sad when people won't believe their own eyes, or their own ears, but will lap up anything spewed by false prophets. It's always been said, you can sell people a lie, long before you can GIVE them the truth.

Or Rob, she just doesn't care about doing her job, or your health, or.....anything for that matter.

Twice within the last 6 months a check mailed to Visa failed to arrive anywhere near on time, even when mailed two weeks previously. The last straw was an insurance bill that arrived, postmarked a month ago, on the date it was due. From 60 miles away. If I have to do everything over the phone (not allowing Visa access to my accounts), why do we have a postal service?

When I said the Gulf, I meant Gulf of Mexico, we were working on Chevron rigs off the coast of Mobile. Dinky little things, one gas well, one control room/galley, & a helipad the size of a card table. Flew out in a little Bolkow, no creature comforts. And yes, you kept your head down. Pilot didn't cut the throttle much, touch & go.

My uncle Max flew B-25s in Africa & Corsica. All my friends fathers flew B-17s & B-24s over the continent. They all loved to talk about their planes and the experiences they had. Nobody mentioned the loss rate & friends that didn't come back. Uncle Robert was in Korea, but he never talked about it. One of our farming neighbors was also in Korea, and all he said was it came down to us or them, and it wasn't gonna be us. Keep those guns singing or we've seen our last sunrise.