Posted: Feb 20, 2020 10:41 pm
Jesse has gone WAY above and beyond in order for me to return to the fold.
I really don’t exist, and my presence is a mere projection from “the other side”.
After an 8 month experiment which revealed just how poorly my wife and I are equipped to deal with the nightmare that western Oregon has become we are back on our Ozark property livin’ the dream.
I ended my Facebook participation yesterday. My son, a Turnip supporter, went off on me for posting a John Oliver video which showed just how screwed up it is that the USA doesn’t have a single payer universal healthcare system. His wife is a nurse practitioner for Lane county, Oregon. She’s probably pulling down well over $100K a year. When I pointed out that his opinion was tainted with a vested interest he flat out told me I would never see my grandkids again.
This, of course, hurts like hell, but not because of his prepubescent inability to deal with being called on his Fux Noise repeating of absolute lies. Rather the pain comes from his punitive retaliation involving those kids. It’s a low tactic designed exclusively to get at me. So, if anyone has any doubt about how much I absolutely hate the orange shitgibbon they just might reconsider. The mental poisoning of the right is nearly complete, and daring to question “Dear Leader” is enough to split families asunder.
This explosive exchange was far from limited to his defense of his vested interests. When I reminded him that he PROMISED we would go golfing “every chance we get” if we moved out west, and after 8 months the rain fly is still on my bag, untouched from packing, he went off. When I reminded him that I spent a couple hundred bucks and over 50 hours developing the hardware and software for a prototype novelty device he and a buddy were trying to market, and he PROMISED to pay me back, which he didn’t, he went off. When I reminded him that he promised to take some time and go shooting (targets) because my Tikka 308 took an impact to the Leupold scope, and we never did, he went off. That last one was a burr under my saddle because we hadn’t been back home two days when he texted me a pict of him and his nephew (wife’s) out having a shooting spree. When I explained that all this combined was sending the message that his lip service “respect” was offensive he pretty much melted down.
Yes, I pushed back against his bullshit, and as expected he resorted to hate rather than admit he had treated my wife and I like absolute shit. We went to their house a grand total of two times in that entire 8 months. Apparently he wanted a senile old fuck for a dad that didn’t have the intelligence to take note of his fucking me over at each opportunity. He refused to even accept that my observations were meritorious, or that I had any right whatsoever to be hurt by his actions.
Now, understand that my son served 6 years on a boomer (nuke sub), and then went on for a 6 year stint in the CIA, followed by 8 years at the State Department. He has a no telling how big government retirement package, and works for a multimillion dollar earning trash romance author. Nearly everything he talks about involves money. He even talked about how much money he could save by killing a deer over buying meat, when no hunter I know would make such a claim. He is applying for yet more government benefits in claiming his ankles have disabled him. Never mind that his pedometer showed nearly 80 miles covered in 5 days during his eastern Oregon mule deer hunt. So, his honor only extends so far. Yep, I mentioned that too after he asked how I dare question his righteousness. Yep, claims to be a Christian too.
So, I’m sad, but not destroyed. I’m pissed, but not livid. I’m disgusted, but not sickened. I’m disappointed, but not surprised.
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Our trip home was not a joy ride. Seeing as we are in late winter and we didn’t want to deal with crossing the Rockies, we went south into California. We pulled a 4’ X 8’ U Haul out and back with our Escape. Same load, same loadout and same size trailer. The only difference was the last trailer had a tongue almost 2 feet longer than the first. This altered the forces at work, and caused the hitch to almost pull the attaching bolts through the Escape sub frame. We stopped in Barstow, California at a U Haul center to have things checked when we discovered the frame was tearing. They would not let us leave with the trailer hitch was repaired. After trying for half a day to get any of the several welding/fabrication shop to make these repairs with no joy I finally pulled into a wrecking yard, and after machining discarded mobile home frame to fit the trailer hitch was fixed. This only took two days in the oasis/garden spot that is Barstow.
We left Barstow, and headed east on I-40. Arizona must spend every penny they get for road maintenance on I-10 because I-40 is a hammered piece of shit. The worst interstate I have ever seen. Just before reaching Flagstaff an idiot and copilot in a jacked up F-150 threw a golf ball at us which took a chunk out of the grill, and only luck kept it out of the windshield. Yep, a Turnip 2020 sticker was on the rear window.
I need a big fatty!
RS
I really don’t exist, and my presence is a mere projection from “the other side”.
After an 8 month experiment which revealed just how poorly my wife and I are equipped to deal with the nightmare that western Oregon has become we are back on our Ozark property livin’ the dream.
I ended my Facebook participation yesterday. My son, a Turnip supporter, went off on me for posting a John Oliver video which showed just how screwed up it is that the USA doesn’t have a single payer universal healthcare system. His wife is a nurse practitioner for Lane county, Oregon. She’s probably pulling down well over $100K a year. When I pointed out that his opinion was tainted with a vested interest he flat out told me I would never see my grandkids again.
This, of course, hurts like hell, but not because of his prepubescent inability to deal with being called on his Fux Noise repeating of absolute lies. Rather the pain comes from his punitive retaliation involving those kids. It’s a low tactic designed exclusively to get at me. So, if anyone has any doubt about how much I absolutely hate the orange shitgibbon they just might reconsider. The mental poisoning of the right is nearly complete, and daring to question “Dear Leader” is enough to split families asunder.
This explosive exchange was far from limited to his defense of his vested interests. When I reminded him that he PROMISED we would go golfing “every chance we get” if we moved out west, and after 8 months the rain fly is still on my bag, untouched from packing, he went off. When I reminded him that I spent a couple hundred bucks and over 50 hours developing the hardware and software for a prototype novelty device he and a buddy were trying to market, and he PROMISED to pay me back, which he didn’t, he went off. When I reminded him that he promised to take some time and go shooting (targets) because my Tikka 308 took an impact to the Leupold scope, and we never did, he went off. That last one was a burr under my saddle because we hadn’t been back home two days when he texted me a pict of him and his nephew (wife’s) out having a shooting spree. When I explained that all this combined was sending the message that his lip service “respect” was offensive he pretty much melted down.
Yes, I pushed back against his bullshit, and as expected he resorted to hate rather than admit he had treated my wife and I like absolute shit. We went to their house a grand total of two times in that entire 8 months. Apparently he wanted a senile old fuck for a dad that didn’t have the intelligence to take note of his fucking me over at each opportunity. He refused to even accept that my observations were meritorious, or that I had any right whatsoever to be hurt by his actions.
Now, understand that my son served 6 years on a boomer (nuke sub), and then went on for a 6 year stint in the CIA, followed by 8 years at the State Department. He has a no telling how big government retirement package, and works for a multimillion dollar earning trash romance author. Nearly everything he talks about involves money. He even talked about how much money he could save by killing a deer over buying meat, when no hunter I know would make such a claim. He is applying for yet more government benefits in claiming his ankles have disabled him. Never mind that his pedometer showed nearly 80 miles covered in 5 days during his eastern Oregon mule deer hunt. So, his honor only extends so far. Yep, I mentioned that too after he asked how I dare question his righteousness. Yep, claims to be a Christian too.
So, I’m sad, but not destroyed. I’m pissed, but not livid. I’m disgusted, but not sickened. I’m disappointed, but not surprised.
________
Our trip home was not a joy ride. Seeing as we are in late winter and we didn’t want to deal with crossing the Rockies, we went south into California. We pulled a 4’ X 8’ U Haul out and back with our Escape. Same load, same loadout and same size trailer. The only difference was the last trailer had a tongue almost 2 feet longer than the first. This altered the forces at work, and caused the hitch to almost pull the attaching bolts through the Escape sub frame. We stopped in Barstow, California at a U Haul center to have things checked when we discovered the frame was tearing. They would not let us leave with the trailer hitch was repaired. After trying for half a day to get any of the several welding/fabrication shop to make these repairs with no joy I finally pulled into a wrecking yard, and after machining discarded mobile home frame to fit the trailer hitch was fixed. This only took two days in the oasis/garden spot that is Barstow.
We left Barstow, and headed east on I-40. Arizona must spend every penny they get for road maintenance on I-10 because I-40 is a hammered piece of shit. The worst interstate I have ever seen. Just before reaching Flagstaff an idiot and copilot in a jacked up F-150 threw a golf ball at us which took a chunk out of the grill, and only luck kept it out of the windshield. Yep, a Turnip 2020 sticker was on the rear window.
I need a big fatty!
RS