Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Wanna Go For A Ride Again?

Here's the same video posted on dailymotion.com. Tell me which one works better. It seems to me like youtube loads a little faster, but I like the fact that I don't have to fix faulty html tags to post the player on this one, and I don't have to resize it to make it fit on the page. Dailymotion has an autopost feature that will post videos to your blog automatically, but I don't really like the fact that I have to give them the log in info for my blogger account, don't want anybody hacking my life's work here. lol.

I fear not the copy and paste. ;)

Video sent by raginredneck93

Wanna Go For A Ride?

So, I haven't had any luck getting my hands on a copy of the aerial video I talked about before. So, I did what I always do when I can't find something I want . . . I made my own!

Now there's all kinds of nifty mathematical formulas for computing lift and drag and wing loading and power requirements and so on and so forth in order to calculate how much weight a given aircraft can lift, or you can do it my way: strap a camera on the sucker and give 'er hell.

I chose the latter.

Here's the proof. Enjoy.

Monday, May 29, 2006

An Appropriate Poem For Memorial Day

This was sent to me by a friend of mine, who also happens to be the proud mother of a US Marine currently serving his 3rd tour of duty in Iraq. I've always liked this poem, and today is as good a time as any to share it. Whether or not you agree with the politicians pulling the strings, whether or not you agree with the war that this country is currently engaged in, these people lay down their lives for this country every day, and would not hesitate to risk it all to save your sorry ass should this country be engaged in a conflict within it's own borders.. They deserve our respect, even if the people telling them what to do deserve nothing.

To the families and people serving in all branches of the armed forces, I thank you for your sacrifices, in all conflicts, past, present, and future.


The Marine stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.

"Step forward now, Marine,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?"

The soldier squared his shoulders and said,
"No, Lord, I guess I ain't.
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can't always be a saint.

I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was tough.
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.

But, I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills got just too steep.

And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God, forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.

I know I don't deserve a place,
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fears.

If you've a place for me here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand.

There was a silence all around the throne,
Where the saints had often trod.
As the Marine waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.

"Step forward now, you Marine,
You've borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell."
~Author Unknown~

Sunday, May 28, 2006

Here's One For Tony

Check this one out. Be sure to watch the video. Not really my thing, I have horrible luck with water, but it is indeed . . . . . different. ;)

Wednesday, May 24, 2006


Did everyone catch the story in the Gazoo this morning about the poor, defenseless little bear that the Yellowstone County Sheriff's Department and the Montana FWP "dispatched" right here in Lockwood this morning? Or better yet, did you read the "comments" posted by all of those brilliant individuals in the peanut gallery?

Give me a fucking break people. Is it any wonder why the officers stood around for two hours before they blasted the goddam thing? 20 years ago they wouldn't have even hesitated. The bear would have been killed, the public would be safer for it, end of story. These days however, we have to put up with god knows how many days or weeks of public outcry over a stupid fucking bear because people can't seem to discern a difference between an animal and a human being anymore.

Pity for the bear? I pity the law enforcement officers involved. The simple fact that they had to stand around contemplating the proper course of action for two hours before doing what they probably knew needed done from the moment they arrived on the scene is proof to me that no matter what, they couldn't win. Either way, at least half of the public was going to be pissed, and no matter who was pissed and who wasn't, the whole thing was going to be blown way out of proportion. My hat's off to all of them, no way in hell would I want their job. If I had to stand around and contemplate the possible public backlash of everything I did at work I would've quit years ago.

Let's imagine for a moment that they hadn't shot that bear. Here's a bear in a tree in a residential area, right next to a school bus stop, beside a business, during rush hour, along one of the busiest roads in town at that time of the morning since it's basically the only corridor between Lockwood and the city. Is there any way that this situation could have turned out positive? Would it have been better if the damn thing had eaten a kid? Would the officers have had probable cause to do their jobs then? Or how about if it had ran out into the road and gotten hit? If it was laying in the road suffering would you all have been happy when the officers stood around for two hours deciding whether or not it was worth the public backlash to put the bastard out of its misery? Or would you rather they'd called a vet to do CPR on the fucking thing? And what of the HUMAN BEINGS in the car or cars that were involved in the whole frackas, grow the hell up people, it's an ANIMAL.

Pretty goddam sad when an animal has more rights than the people in this supposedly "free" country of ours. How many of you bleeding heart animal rights wackos and supposed "hunters" that are crying to the Gazoo would have been pissed if an "alleged" criminal had been shot this morning? ~chirping crickets~ That's what I thought.

I know, let's go along with all of the dipshits that think the bear should have been tranquilized and "relocated". What would they have said when some butt sniffing analyst somewhere would have dug up the figures on what it cost the taxpayers for that little adventure? Or next week when the bear wandered back into town because it had figured out where to find an easy lunch. "Should have just shot the son of a bitch", is what they would have said.

I guarantee that if that bear had been on my property those officers would have been spared all the public outcry, and it wouldn't have taken two hours to get the job done either. If you don't believe me, ask the last dipshit that thought it was OK to let his dog run loose and tip over my garbage cans.

In a residential area, and especially during the time when all of the kids are walking to the school bus, the only good bear is a dead bear. The fuckers eat people, deal with it or potentially find yourself on the menu and just in case you have the urge, spare yourself the embarrassment of blasting me with statistics. I don't give a shit how many people were or weren't attacked by yearling bears last year in residential areas, it only takes once for whoever happens to get in that bear's way. Like one person said on the Gazoo site, I would have really liked to see half as much outcry over the bastards that vandalized the church in Crow Agency over the weekend. Wonder what would have happened if the vandalism had been perpetrated by bears?

Call me a redneck, call me a hillbilly, or spank me and call me daddy for all I care, but my hat is off to each and every officer involved this morning, and especially the one that pulled the trigger. Nice shootin', and I'm glad to know that you're on the job Deputy just in case one of the crackheads down the street gets out of hand. The job was done without anyone getting hurt, and if a bear had to die, so be it. Better it than me, or a kid, or anyone who walks upright and has opposable thumbs for that matter.

There, now I've contributed my 2 cents to this little bit of nonsense. Hopefully it'll be forgotten soon for the sake of everyone involved. If it winds up on the national news tonight I'll likely be the one up in a tree howling at the top of my lungs. Hopefully they call in the same deputy, put me out of my misery please!

This Is A Test, It Is Only A Test

Thanks to my good friend the Dixie Drifter for introducing me to youtube.com. I'm gonna try to post a video here of myself flying a couple of my RC airplanes. If this works, I'm gonna have all kinds of fun with this one. If nothing else, it gave me a good excuse to finally figure out how to work Windows Movie Maker.

Monday, May 22, 2006

Remember What I Said About Interesting Google Hits?

Meth related traffic has risen to an all time high, congratulations to all of you for wasting your lives snorting poison. If you really want to die that badly you really should contact me, I could show you far more fun and exciting ways to kill yourself than slowly rotting away until you finally collapse in a bus station shithouse. Oh well, to each his own I guess.

And for the retard (no offense to mentally handicapped people, that kid down the street with the electric wheelchair with the built in slobber trough is smarter than this dumbass), now where was I? Oh yeah, for the retard in Battle Creek, Michigan that found me by doing a Google search for "What happens if you don't put oil in a 2 stroke weed eater?", just in case you haven't found the answer allow me to help. You burn the fucker up, immediately, do not pass go, do not collect $200. Go to the Sprawl Mart and buy a new one, it's toast.

Next time read the directions dipshit, or better yet, do us all a favor, stay away from all things mechanical before you hurt somebody. There's plenty of illegal immigrants around that would be happy to take care of your yard for you for peanuts, hire one of them, it'll be cheaper in the long run.

That's all I have today, really, I'm not kidding, seriously, why are you looking at me like that? Really, that's all I have, now go away, you're creeping me out . . . . . . . weirdo. ;)

I Really Wish That I'd Taken My Camera . . . .

Last Sunday morning I loaded up a couple planes and headed off to Amend Park to bore a few holes in the sky and had the entire place to myself. Zero wind, perfect temperature, absolutely awesome day for flying, just no one to fly with.

This morning I did the same thing, only this time I found the park heavily populated with several of my fellow fliers. WOW! What an airshow, and wouldn't you know it, I forgot my camera. I'm going to try to get my hands on a copy of some video that was shot today though, and come hell or high water, if I can get a copy, I'll figure out a way to post it so everyone can see it. Let's just say that it involved a small digital camcorder strapped onto a big electric powered Hobby Lobby Telemaster, absolutely awe inspiring on the little postage stamp sized screen on the camera, I'd pay good money to see it full screen. Nothing quite like seeing yourself standing there on the ground getting smaller and smaller in a hurry. Really makes me wish that I still had one of my big planes flying, I've always wanted to strap a camera to a plane but back when I was flying the larger models even the smallest camcorders were equivalent in size and weight to a brick. I have a digital now that only weighs 5.5 ounces. My 5 foot span trainer would have lifted that no problem, if I hadn't crashed it years ago. Oops.

Besides the big Telemaster, there were a couple of awesome electric powered sailplanes, one bungee launch glider that seemed to defy gravity by staying aloft for several minutes at a time without the benefit of a motor at all, a small electric powered and expertly scratch built rendition of a Sig Kadet (the link is for a factory version, the one flying today was a reduced size electric conversion with about a 3 foot wingspan that was built from scratch off of a set of plans, and I might add included some of the finest workmanship that I've seen on a model of that type), a couple of flat foamies to handle all the tricks that the pilots of the more expensive and delicate airplanes are afraid to try, and of course yours truly bending the sticks and putting the dastardly CAP232 through its paces. In all my years of modeling and flying, I don't remember a better day at the field. Did I mention that I forgot my camera?

In case no one noticed, I put up a link a while back for Abell Hobby here in Billings. These guys travel the world in search of new and interesting products (really they just like to get out of town and party), as well as making a few themselves. I have a few links for businesses that have treated me good in the past, but it's not all that often that I outright plug a business, these guys deserve it. Since I don't really have anything worthwhile to contribute today, give yourself a good laugh, go Check out this video and you'll not only see why stopping by their shop or running into them at the field is so much fun, but you'll also see why people everywhere else think Montanans are crazy. And all this time I thought it was my fault for getting drunk and riding wheelies on my 4 wheeler up and down the street . . . . . in the middle of the night . . . . . . naked. I guess I ain't got nothin' on Crashis Clay and Joh . . . uh . . . Richard Hebner, hehehe. These guys make me proud. Even I've never managed to get the cops called on me for anything involving an RC airplane, explosives on the other hand . . . . . . ;)

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Haven't Had A Good Rant In Awhile . . . . .

OK, so I haven't posted anything original in awhile . . . sue me. Other than working on my yard in an attempt to make this shithole look a little more like somebody lives here besides a gaggle of meth whores and occasionally committing a little aviation when the wind isn't blowing like a gaggle of meth whores there just hasn't been too much excitement around here. Pardon my repetition of the phrase "gaggle of meth whores", I just found it an appropriate illustration for both points, that and it'll get me some interesting Google hits. I'm starting to wish that I had a meth recipe, at least if that were the case the people that keep finding me by Googling meth related subjects might find something worthwhile and move along. How was I to know that all those meth jokes in my biodiesel posts would increase my traffic tenfold? That's the secret folks. Want hits? Put the word "meth" in your blog.

Speaking of hits, I just passed 5000 the other day, yippy.

Meth, not even once. Oh yeah, interest in that shit's really falling off with this new high dollar ad campaign, wanna see my web stats? What kind of dipshit would actually go looking for a meth recipe on a blog anyway? More importantly, what kind of dipshit would post a meth recipe on a blog? Meth addicts, that's who, and let me tell ya, there's a shitload of them. Billboards all over town and commercials on the TV and radio every five fucking minutes advertising the shit and the morons can't figure out why use is at an all time high. If I were a meth dealer I'd send them a thank you letter. Here's a clue dipshits: legalize it, it's a self solving problem, the shit's poison, guaranteed to kill it's users. Once the idiots snort, smoke, and shoot themselves to death the crap will be forgotten like that night I spent with you that time after the bar closed. What was your name again? Slut.

Politics? Who gives a shit? The government keeps doing the same shit day after day, wasting our money on bullshit, killing, raping, spying on American citizens, tossing people in secret prisons for "suspicion of terrorist activities" while they let the real criminals go free, standing idly by while global corporation after global corporation fucks us silly to fund their expansion into third world shitholes and God knows what else and all anybody can do about it is sit around and blame each other for the problems. I'm so goddam sick of hearing how this party or that one will fix the whole mess, they won't, wake up. If you're dumb enough to think that the Democrats or the Republicans or the fucking Scientologists for that matter have ALL the answers please do us all a favor and remove yourself from the gene pool, preferably in some spectacular and public manner so the rest of us will have something interesting to watch for once because everything on TV sucks. Contact me if you need suggestions on how to go about it, I'd be happy to help. Likewise for anyone stupid enough to believe statistics, or better yet, I have this swamp land in Arizona for sale . . . . .

Do I sound perhaps a wee bit bitter? Good. It's been a year since I lost the only job I ever liked, I've had two jobs since, and I'm still nowhere near back to my previous income level. Don't even get me started on this "low man on the totem pole" shit, somebody would get offended if they aren't already, the language could get a little ugly.

I'm now really starting to think that Tony has the right idea. One more person bitches at me as if I'm supposed to give a shit when I fire up a cigarette within 50 feet of them or their snot nosed brat kids and I'm liable to pack up and follow his ass to Mexico. Ditto for the next cop that gives me a dirty look and starts looking for something to pull me over for when I drive by not wearing my seatbelt, or the next person at work that tries to coerce me into doing something I don't want to do because "the company encourages it", fuck you, I don't care. I don't have a problem with my bosses telling me what to do, that's their job, start telling me who to be, we got problems. And people can't figure out why I liked working for a small company for less money and fewer benefits better than reaping the fruits of employment with a huge corporation, go figure. My old boss may have sold my ass down the river the first chance he got to load his pockets, but at least he didn't try to force me to be someone I wasn't.

What happened to Tony anyway? I notice that his link doesn't work anymore. Maybe he DID leave for Mexico. Or maybe he got ate by a shark. He'll turn up I'm sure.

Just in case anybody important at work reads this, I'm probably not talking about you. All of the management I've met so far is top notch with the exception of one. If I am talking about you, you know who you are, and you hung yourself fucker. Mess with me again, and everyone will know just exactly HOW BAD you hung yourself. I don't think the head office would want a racist fuck like you representing their company at such a high level, and I'll see to it that your comments are brought to their attention . . . fair warning.

Some of you are probably wondering how my biodiesel project is coming along. It isn't, that's how. Wanna know why? Didn't think so but I'm gonna tell you anyway. Thanks to the campaign against meth and the fact that the powers that be have everyone convinced that no matter what it is, people make meth out of it, lye and methanol are so expensive and borderline unobtainable in any kind of quantity that it just isn't worth the effort. Why spend my weekends cooking fuel for $2.50 a gallon when I can just buy the shit already made for $2.80 and I don't have to put up with people staring at me when I buy the ingredients because they're just positive that I'm a meth dealer? Still think that your government will save you? Believe me, if the sales of fucking Linoleum were hurting the oil companys' profits someone would be trying to convince you that meth is made out of Linoleum and that it should be controlled, mark my words. Show me one politician that wants to make it easier for people to make their own fuel, that's make their own, not buy it from some global corporation, and I'll dance a jig. Get the fucker elected to an office of any importance and I'll kiss my own ass.

The Government, big corporations, (one and the same really), despise independence. Independent people are a major thorn in their ass, the last remaining obstacles to their total global domination. I know, conspiracy theorist wacko right? When you're starving to death in the concentration camps, remember that. I won't be there, I'll go down shooting.

Well there's my drivel for the day, now go do something worthwhile, like working for peanuts while the companies you work for send all the money they make off of you to China. Makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside doesn't it?

Monday, May 01, 2006

A Few Pics For You To Enjoy

First, a pic I snagged at sunup a few weeks ago out on the road. Sometimes I think God created the Crazy Mountains just to prove what a great artist he is. I've tried for years to get the "perfect" picture of the Crazies, it hasn't happened yet. I guess some things just have to be seen in person to be appreciated.

The dastardly CAP 232. I've finally managed to complete several flights without breaking anything. This pic was taken only moments after yet another flawless landing, following a heart stopping miniature airshow put on by yours truly.
Loops? We got 'em.
Stall Turns? We got 'em.
Rolls? We got 'em.
Low Altitude Inverted Flight? Maybe next week.
Torque Rolls? Ain't happening with this slowpoke on the sticks.
If I could fly half as good as this airplane, it would be one hell of a show.

Who knows what Coroplast is? It's this really nifty plastic stuff used for making temporary signs like sale ads in stores and campaign signs. It's sort of like regular corrugated cardboard, except it's made out of plastic instead of paper. The only thing it works better for than signs? Super tough, virtually indestructible RC airplanes!
I built this one from scratch with the hopes of using it to teach my Dad to fly. It flies pretty good, but I'm still having some issues with the landing gear. I've almost got it sorted out then we can get down to the flying lessons. It may not be much to look at, but once I put some graphics on it it'll look a lot better, as well as be much easier to see in the air. Best of all, it gets a whole lot prettier when one considers what it costs, or more importantly, what it doesn't cost.
This baby flies like a bird, because it's cheap cheap cheap!

Here's a couple pics of the Coroplast monster on final approach. It takes off, flies, and lands in a really lazy, true to scale fashion. What it lacks in scale looks, it makes up for in scale flight characteristics.

Just thought I'd drop a few pics on here for everyone. With the weather we've been having lately it'll be time to blow the cobwebs out of the 4 wheelers any day now. Also, I have another Coroplast plane almost finished that I can't wait to show everyone. The first one was a loose copy of a plane that I'd seen before. The one that I'm almost done building is entirely my own design, built from scratch from the ground up. Will it fly? Will it crash? Will it even fly far enough to have a chance to crash?
Stay tuned and we'll find out.