As another Lame Cherry elusive in matter anti matter.
In order to try and survive in not burning out furnaces in this old shack with HAARP Christian killer winter cold blasts, I was moved by the Holy Ghost to Richard and Stephanie duty in being up and minding, not the fireplace, oh that we had one of those things, but to monitor an old Mr. Heater.
I remembered my dad talking about this one, as it was all kind of criminal back in the 1970's with them, as the regime was all throw you into jail for selling or buying them because they were "dangerous". What they were was an incredible invention from someone in the Great White North.
It was a case that the feds shut down production on them, and then suddenly they reappeared in a few years which story puzzled me, but the were around in the same model and same heater. Perhaps someone rich bought the company or someone was paid off, but they reappeared, and we have an original here.
Back in the day, propane tanks also were very nice and handy to use. That was until the feds outlawed them unless they had a shut off valve inside of them. I kept the one dad had, and I still have yet to refill it on my own as you can't get them refilled. The point of all of this joy is I can use this one to refill those little propane bottles......or I could but the mother hid that device in her endless being herself before God struck her down.
I featured the HOW TO in replacing a burned out Mr. Heater screen last year. I think I got the parts out of Minnesota. Thing is, the parts were puzzling as the original screen was bent all to hell, so I did not recognize what proper Heaters were supposed to look like.
In any event they worked primo, but something is off on this Mr. Heater now.
See I remember them before in the old days, with those old propane tanks, in you just lit them up and they ran. We had tried to get a new one about 10 years ago, but the thing kept making that horn sound. We took it back, but that horn sound is normal in Mr. Heaters.
This one we had in the HAARP frigid spell was interesting in lighting it up. See satan was involved in clogged the vent of the propane tanke with fine dirt and then a spider put her next ball in the vent hole. Great way to find out things are not as you hoped with a blizzard starting outside. Blizzard trip to town in the two wheel drive pick up as I can not afford a 4 x 4 and back home by God's Grace and all is traded in well.
Except this heater, it is like an orchestra. I am not kidding as it starts out like a trumpet, then goes trombone, then picallo and ends up with a soothing flute. I am getting used to the thing, but I have never heard of the medley before and it is working fine, but as the Heaters did not change, I suspect that shut off valve in the tanks is what the problem is making Mr. Heaters into an orchestra.
Odd things in the government screwing around again in making lives harder and things costing more, and what comes out of it, is a wonderful singing Heater. It gives me something to write about though in wowing the natives and who would not be impressed like the Indians with a magic torch. Perhaps rich people will be impressed now, in I have magic Glow Orb that makes music. I can see it now as the answer to my Godly prayers in rich people will now not be able to resist donating generously as I have a special medicine now, heap big medicine in I have a Mr. Heater that goes 4 notes and 4 different instruments.
I would for 4 million dollars, that is a million for each flute, gladly sell it to be donated to the Smithsonian Institute, where they can record it, put it on display and then little children can press "play" on a DVD and marvel at the wonder medicine of the magic glowing orb.
And yes I will pay taxes on the sale as it is only proper as I adore the IRS and those who work for it. I just wanted to have 4 million in cash to watch the Puntz roll around in it, and probably pee on it as it probably smells like other cats as everything smells like other cats, no matter if it was a decade ago and the cat looked at the store where the bottle of shampoo was.
Now that you have been educated on the wonders of the Lame Cherry, one of a kind, medicine heater, it is time to say, Nuff Said.
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