Hello! There’s a veritable butt load of things to talk about. Let’s get to it! Another batshit crazy person joins the ranks of The Gutter Founders’ Club. Seriously, are people finding oil deposits in their back yards all of a sudden, or is this a bunch of Pfizer escapees trying to buy some retroactive indulgences? Anyway, please welcome
Well. You screwed up with the solar. I could've donated you panels. One of my business sells and installs solar.
For a commercial business, that is an owner operator, it is hard to beat as investment and hedge against rate hikes.
I lease them to tax-exempt entities so that I can claim section 179 and monetize the tax credits. I'm a libertarian; so feel like I'm taking back from the government what they try to take from me.
That said they are never going to be viable as a solution at the utility scale level.
Anyway. Sorry about your pigs. Sounds like a fucking disaster.
Aug 20, 2022·edited Aug 20, 2022Liked by Guttermouth
Brandon was always the worst kind of DC Swamp ghoul "career" political puppet who would say literally anything to further whatever agenda was yanking his strings that week. Selling him to the public as either principled or capable of managing a crisis (such as a manufactured pandemic) was the worst kind of black comedy but the person that really casts the darkest of shadows is our gal Jill Biden.
When your husband is old as fuck, presumeably just wants to sleep for 10 hours a day and is clearly losing his mind how wrong is it to force him to be injected to the eyeballs on speed and who knows what else daily to endure the worst job in the world so you attend Olympic ceremonies in empty stadiums and clap?
I have to assume she's either deeply evil or, more likely, fucking hates the old bastard and doesn't GAF. Which makes you wonder what skeletons he's got stashed away to make her hate him so much.
Sorry about the pigs. Was it a flaw with the trailer? We're testy words exchanged with the father/daughter outfit?
I've decided that I want chickens who are more scared of me than I am of them. Your pig with the dominatrix hen on top is how I feel with the beady-eyed hen from hell pecking my leg today. Time to call my knackerman!
Wow, you took quite a physical pounding last week, Guttermouth. Glad to hear that your dad has moved in (kinda)...easier for you and also gives you an extra trigger finger on the ramparts. You know, in case the Canadian despot seeks to expand his empire...
Agree 100% about speaking out about the malevolent buffoonery (buffoonish malevolence?) of official covid response. Silence does not equal violence, as the leftists proclaim, but it can definitely be seen as compliance or acquiescence. We cannot have that. Every time someone speaks out, Fauci feels a sensation of a sandfly nibbling him.
You had me laughing (Thank-you!) and crying (dammit - those poor piggies). Yeah, the pig story sounded like my life for the last 38 years, except it mostly hasn't involved the animals. (Thank God!)
Aug 20, 2022·edited Aug 20, 2022Liked by Guttermouth
I’ve just learned that stories of pigs and pavement, houses and rabbits, and power and politics are not insomnia remedies; nor is typing, retyping, cursor re-repositioning, and more retyping to correct misspellings and incorrect spelling corrections and grammatical abominations while bleary-eyed and fat-fingered to write this comment.
The stories helped pass the time well, thank you, and good luck. The latter stuff just spun up blood pressure and annoyance :-) Ah and daylight is now surpassing evident and strengthening.
Poor piggies. Asphalt burns are no way to have fun in the sun. Also confirms an old truth: want to meet decent people? Hang out with farmers, hunters and handymen/craftsmen. Want to meet bungholes? Work in media/entertaintment, the civil service or for MegaCorps.
Knowing how old men can be, hope your dad can get himself a hobby or something, fishing maybe? Something with purpose and reward seems best going by my relatives and myself.
Take care of your knee! I've had a niggling thing going on in my right knee since October, took a tumble down a mountain slope. No big injury, no swelling, no othing except a little pain and that I can't exert full power. Physiotherapist says injury to the meniscus, que for MR is "we'll get to you when we do" (yay NPM & QALY!...) And it's no fun having exactly what you describe (power in the knee sort of disappearing) when you're on a ladder.
Can I ask, why rabbits and not hares, if the purpose is meat and fur?
My God, I visualized that like I was there. I had a pet pig, 400lbs (didn’t get the memo he was supposed to be a mini). He died this past July. Cicero. Sweet boy. He was so smart. Figured out refrigerators by the time he was 6 months. Had to padlock it. Surprisingly agile too. I had trailer him- it was roofless and the walls went up about 5 ft high. Color me surprised when his head suddenly appeared over the walls, trying to jump out! It was a very close call. So “when pigs fly” isn’t as rare as “hell freezes over” actually. Glad your oinkers survived in tact. All that fat does serve them.
Aug 21, 2022·edited Aug 21, 2022Liked by Guttermouth
First time comment, long time fan. I trust GM's writings more than any 'news' purveyor. I mention that 'trust' because I found a few 'news' posts/articles related to our muse's recent suffering, and most (all?) of the articles stated that one to all of the pigs were euthanized on-site that day.
Is this just another example of sloppy reporting or something more systemic? And if they can't even get the most basic facts correct for a short news flash about "blood on the highway!", what can they ever get "right"?
(Edit) - I forgot an example link in my initial comment:
Outstanding ( and painful to empathize with) round up today!
While I understand your frustration at not playing in the Viking games this weekend, I can tell you from much experience: diving in begore healing is nearly complete is begging for even further and more debilitating re-injury. Should you start to succumb to your internal pressure- jab your thigh with a pocket knife. It'll remind you to not be an idiot, and it'll heal faster than a knee.
Your welcome.
Wow!! Protein and power self sufficient!!! That is frikking amazeballs!!!
Dad , fat enough away to not be up in your privacy grill, but close enough to not worry about AND help out, and keep the futuremouths home up and ready? Win/win/win.
Really enjoyed reading this. Hysterically funny in the beginning, serious towards the end.
Well. You screwed up with the solar. I could've donated you panels. One of my business sells and installs solar.
For a commercial business, that is an owner operator, it is hard to beat as investment and hedge against rate hikes.
I lease them to tax-exempt entities so that I can claim section 179 and monetize the tax credits. I'm a libertarian; so feel like I'm taking back from the government what they try to take from me.
That said they are never going to be viable as a solution at the utility scale level.
Anyway. Sorry about your pigs. Sounds like a fucking disaster.
I love your Substack. Thanks. That is all.
Brandon was always the worst kind of DC Swamp ghoul "career" political puppet who would say literally anything to further whatever agenda was yanking his strings that week. Selling him to the public as either principled or capable of managing a crisis (such as a manufactured pandemic) was the worst kind of black comedy but the person that really casts the darkest of shadows is our gal Jill Biden.
When your husband is old as fuck, presumeably just wants to sleep for 10 hours a day and is clearly losing his mind how wrong is it to force him to be injected to the eyeballs on speed and who knows what else daily to endure the worst job in the world so you attend Olympic ceremonies in empty stadiums and clap?
I have to assume she's either deeply evil or, more likely, fucking hates the old bastard and doesn't GAF. Which makes you wonder what skeletons he's got stashed away to make her hate him so much.
Sorry about the pigs. Was it a flaw with the trailer? We're testy words exchanged with the father/daughter outfit?
I've decided that I want chickens who are more scared of me than I am of them. Your pig with the dominatrix hen on top is how I feel with the beady-eyed hen from hell pecking my leg today. Time to call my knackerman!
But seriously, you're funny.
Wow, you took quite a physical pounding last week, Guttermouth. Glad to hear that your dad has moved in (kinda)...easier for you and also gives you an extra trigger finger on the ramparts. You know, in case the Canadian despot seeks to expand his empire...
Agree 100% about speaking out about the malevolent buffoonery (buffoonish malevolence?) of official covid response. Silence does not equal violence, as the leftists proclaim, but it can definitely be seen as compliance or acquiescence. We cannot have that. Every time someone speaks out, Fauci feels a sensation of a sandfly nibbling him.
You had me laughing (Thank-you!) and crying (dammit - those poor piggies). Yeah, the pig story sounded like my life for the last 38 years, except it mostly hasn't involved the animals. (Thank God!)
Excellent post. I subscribed to Jeff's stack. Sorry about the pig. Hope you are feeling better soon. Hope fathermouth doesn't drive you crazy.
I’ve just learned that stories of pigs and pavement, houses and rabbits, and power and politics are not insomnia remedies; nor is typing, retyping, cursor re-repositioning, and more retyping to correct misspellings and incorrect spelling corrections and grammatical abominations while bleary-eyed and fat-fingered to write this comment.
The stories helped pass the time well, thank you, and good luck. The latter stuff just spun up blood pressure and annoyance :-) Ah and daylight is now surpassing evident and strengthening.
Proposed additional boar photo caption:
“When you just realized your function on the farm and no longer care about the consequences of abdication.”
“Futuremouth!” I laughed out loud. Your writing captures me. I love reading this. I’ll figure out a way to give you something.
Poor piggies. Asphalt burns are no way to have fun in the sun. Also confirms an old truth: want to meet decent people? Hang out with farmers, hunters and handymen/craftsmen. Want to meet bungholes? Work in media/entertaintment, the civil service or for MegaCorps.
Knowing how old men can be, hope your dad can get himself a hobby or something, fishing maybe? Something with purpose and reward seems best going by my relatives and myself.
Take care of your knee! I've had a niggling thing going on in my right knee since October, took a tumble down a mountain slope. No big injury, no swelling, no othing except a little pain and that I can't exert full power. Physiotherapist says injury to the meniscus, que for MR is "we'll get to you when we do" (yay NPM & QALY!...) And it's no fun having exactly what you describe (power in the knee sort of disappearing) when you're on a ladder.
Can I ask, why rabbits and not hares, if the purpose is meat and fur?
I think I found a book you would enjoy.
Between Two Graves by Dorothy Grant. If you decide to buy it and it does not suit, I'll spot you the substack subscription to cover it.
My God, I visualized that like I was there. I had a pet pig, 400lbs (didn’t get the memo he was supposed to be a mini). He died this past July. Cicero. Sweet boy. He was so smart. Figured out refrigerators by the time he was 6 months. Had to padlock it. Surprisingly agile too. I had trailer him- it was roofless and the walls went up about 5 ft high. Color me surprised when his head suddenly appeared over the walls, trying to jump out! It was a very close call. So “when pigs fly” isn’t as rare as “hell freezes over” actually. Glad your oinkers survived in tact. All that fat does serve them.
First time comment, long time fan. I trust GM's writings more than any 'news' purveyor. I mention that 'trust' because I found a few 'news' posts/articles related to our muse's recent suffering, and most (all?) of the articles stated that one to all of the pigs were euthanized on-site that day.
Is this just another example of sloppy reporting or something more systemic? And if they can't even get the most basic facts correct for a short news flash about "blood on the highway!", what can they ever get "right"?
(Edit) - I forgot an example link in my initial comment:
https://www.abc27.com/news/traffic/pigs-loose-on-i-81-in-dauphin-county/
Outstanding ( and painful to empathize with) round up today!
While I understand your frustration at not playing in the Viking games this weekend, I can tell you from much experience: diving in begore healing is nearly complete is begging for even further and more debilitating re-injury. Should you start to succumb to your internal pressure- jab your thigh with a pocket knife. It'll remind you to not be an idiot, and it'll heal faster than a knee.
Your welcome.
Wow!! Protein and power self sufficient!!! That is frikking amazeballs!!!
Dad , fat enough away to not be up in your privacy grill, but close enough to not worry about AND help out, and keep the futuremouths home up and ready? Win/win/win.