As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
I believe in miracles. I am wary of the human tongue.
Mom decided we would not get things moved around until after our taxes were done. Of course, it stormed, and other things pissed up and the last thing I need is the IRS breathing in my direction being I am so popular.
So things have been stuck in the mud here, and I am wonderfully a month behind on chit.
So, Mom has this chainsaw that went tits up. Can not afford a new one or someone to repair it, as I can not afford that either. Oh Mom did get told by the tax gal that in her poverty she owes 450 bucks in Obama taxes. That is over a month's groceries. How the hell do people who earn on retirement under 15,000 dollars end up having to pay taxes?
........and George Nouri jokes about people not being able to afford 500 bucks for a car repair.
Eat shit buddy.
So this chainsaw, I look at videos of how to fix a fuel line, and Mom's is so old, they have no video on it, but I think I can figure how to shove a tube into a few holes for a hook up, sort of like sex.
So I get the chit from the store, but the chit is not the right chit, so I end up with a clear plastic hose and an oddball filter. I get to shoving and screwing out screws and things go together. So I pull the cord and nothing.
I finally put fuel into the carb and it fires.........yahoo, as that means I did not piss things up big time. So I get fuel into the line for sure, and get to pulling on things, and ........well it gets to the point in just firing a few seconds and that is it.
I am wore out and tired, so I set it on the freezer in the porch, and let it sit over night.
So I get to digging in the garden with the WD I now have here, and things are not all that I hoped for. So more chit to deal with.
So the Holy Ghost says, "Try the chainsaw, maybe things got soaked up."
I listen, pull the cord a few times, it fires, and it starts running. I try it again and the Holy Ghost is right about things, and sure enough the Holy Angels fixed the thing sitting there.
I believe in miracles and am grateful for the miracles of life from God as it sure is a pisser in this crap hole in all the rich people in this world being nothing but assholes.
So I was listening to some dick got 10 million from NASA for an ion engine. Thing is the Russians have been building ion engines for decades and they do work. Ion is.....well you get a gaseous vapor, heat it up, take away an electron or something, and this produces plasma, which then by magnetic waves is speeded up, and shot out the back of the engine, where it is neutralized and that is how you get slow propulsion....like going to Mars.
It seems all pissy dumb to me, as that ain't ion propulsion or electronic thrust, but some dumb ass backwards space engine. You instead put on my electromagnetic engine which is just your creating two plus or negative fields that oppose each other. What I explain by that is, you create a field behind your ship, and create one on the aft of your ship and they push at each other, Make the hind force greater and you push faster to light speed.
That is why my ship is called the Goodspeed.
Odd how I am in such dire straits and I have all this floating around in me which could by all of you and this planet and that is just the way it is.
That is the entry on this stardate as waiting around for mini Irangeddon Obama style is just boring.
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