Nice looking saw, wish I had room for something other than my little fold up dewalt contractor saw.

Two words:

Kin-Tucky

Headin out to the property today to make a detailed topo map so I can properly plan my new driveway in and placement of the house when we get to that point. I'm going to try a new spoon my phone that takes gps readings every few feet and makes contour lines in a map. Should be interesting, I'll let you know how it goes.

Might have to get Sarge up there to wreck some stuff!

I use the graphite spray film on the channels and the rail of the rip fence, and on the screw/machine devices under the table. Very little sawdust sticks to them. I use dry film stuff, clear, not sure what it is called, on the table. Then I give everything a dusting of WD-40 to prevent rust and keep the glue from sticking.
In my shops, saw tables are, well, tables...

folks, keep In mind that UA clothing is very flammable and will actually melt to your skin if you get too close to extreme heat!

Exactly Nate

Not authorized for aviation because we have to stay strapped into the seats while the aircraft burns around us

Cotton only.

But for everything else the stuff is great, I love my stuff

I also waxed the table and the fence rails with Johnson's paste wax and the fence slides realllly nicely now.


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That dry film lube stuff works quite well.

I used the J Deere stuff on my table saw down at the farm

Hey Don, let me know if you need a punching dummy for your team, I haven't been beaten on too much since I stopped doing taekwondo a few years ago.  My kids still try but I manage to win, but its a challenge when they all team up and its me against 8 or 9.  Worst part is trying not to squish the little ones.   

My kids don't have to worry too much about bullies, as we homeschool, but sometimes they aren't the nicest to each other and try to bully one another.  We allow them to defend themselves between one another.  If we have to step in, there is a good chance both are going to get negative consequences from the interaction, so thy are pretty good about resolving it.

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An Interesting piece of forgotten U.S. History

When Thomas Jefferson saw there was no negotiating with Muslims, he formed what is the now the Marines (sea going soldiers). These Marines were attached to U. S. Merchant vessels. When the Muslims attacked U.S. merchant vessels, they were repulsed by armed soldiers, but there is more.

The Marines followed the Muslims back to their villages and killed every man, woman, and child in the village. It didn't take long for the Muslims to leave U.S. Merchant vessels alone. English and French merchant vessels started running up our flag when entering the Mediterranean to secure safe travel.

Why the Marine Hymn Contains the Verse "… to the shores of Tripoli." This is very interesting and a must read piece of our history. It points out where we may be heading. Most Americans are unaware of the fact that over two hundred years ago, the United States had declared war on Islam and Thomas Jefferson led the charge!

At the height of the 18th century, Muslim pirates (the "Barbary Pirates") were the terror of the Mediterranean and a large area of the North Atlantic. They attacked every ship in sight and held the crews for exorbitant ransoms. Those taken hostage were subjected to barbaric treatment and wrote heart-breaking letters home, begging their government and family members to pay whatever their Mohammedan captors demanded.

These extortionists of the high seas represented the North African Islamic nations of Tripoli, Tunis, Morocco, and Algiers –collectively referred to as the Barbary Coast - and presented a dangerous and unprovoked threat to the new American Republic.

Before the Revolutionary War, U.S. merchant ships had been under the protection of Great Britain. When the U.S. declared its independence and entered into war, the ships of the United States were protected by France. However, once the war was won, America had to protect its own fleets.

Thus, the birth of the U.S. Navy. Beginning in 1784, 17 years before he would become president, Thomas Jefferson became America's Minister to France. That same year, the U.S. Congress sought to appease its Muslim adversaries by following in the footsteps of European nations who paid bribes to the Barbary States rather than engaging them in war.
In July of 1785, Algerian pirates captured American ships, and the Dye of Algiers demanded an unheard-of ransom of $60,000. It was a plain and simple case of extortion, and Thomas Jefferson was vehemently opposed to any further payments. Instead, he proposed to Congress the formation of a coalition of allied nations who together could force the Islamic states into peace. A disinterested Congress decided to pay the ransom.

In 1786, Thomas Jefferson and John Adams met with Tripoli's ambassador to Great Britain to ask by what right his nation attacked American ships and enslaved American citizens, and why Muslims held so much hostility towards America, a nation with which they had no previous contacts.

The two future presidents reported that Ambassador Sidi Haji Abdul Rahman Adja had answered that Islam "was founded on the Laws of their Prophet, that it was written in their Quran that all nations who would not acknowledge their authority were sinners, that it was their right and duty to make war upon them wherever they could be found, and to make slaves of all they could take as prisoners, and that every Mussel man (Muslim) who should be slain in Battle was sure to go to Paradise."

Despite this stunning admission of premeditated violence on non-Muslim nations, as well as the objections of many notable American leaders, including George Washington, who warned that caving in was both wrong and would only further embolden the enemy, for the following fifteen years the American government paid the Muslims millions of dollars for the safe passage of American ships or the return of American hostages. The payments in ransom and tribute amounted to over 20 percent of the United States government annual revenues in 1800.

Jefferson was disgusted. Shortly after his being sworn in as the third President of the United States in 1801, the Pasha of Tripoli sent him a note demanding the immediate payment of $225,000 plus $25,000 a year for every year forthcoming. That changed everything.

Jefferson let the Pasha know, in no uncertain terms, what he could do with his demand. The Pasha responded by cutting down the flagpole at the American consulate and declared war on the United States. Tunis, Morocco, and Algiers immediately followed suit. Jefferson, until now, had been against America raising a naval force for anything beyond coastal defense, but, having watched his nation be cowed by Islamic thuggery for long enough, decided that it was finally time to meet force with force.

He dispatched a squadron of frigates to the Mediterranean and taught the Muslim nations of the Barbary Coast a lesson he hoped they would never forget. Congress authorized Jefferson to empower U.S. ships to seize all vessels and goods of the Pasha of Tripoli and to "cause to be done all other acts of precaution or hostility as the state of war would justify".
When Algiers and Tunis, who were both accustomed to American cowardice and acquiescence, saw the newly independent United States had both the will and the right to strike back, they quickly abandoned their allegiance to Tripoli. The war with Tripoli lasted for four more years and raged up again in 1815. The bravery of the U.S. Marine Corps in these wars led to the line"...to the shores of Tripoli" in the Marine Hymn, and they would forever be known as "leathernecks" for the leather collars of their uniforms, designed to prevent their heads from being cut off by the Muslim scimitars when boarding enemy ships.

Islam, and what its Barbary followers justified doing in the name of their prophet and their god, disturbed Jefferson quite deeply. America had a tradition of religious tolerance. In fact Jefferson, himself, had co-authored the Virginia Statute for Religious Freedom, but fundamentalist Islam was like no other religion the world had ever seen. A religion based on supremacy, whose holy book not only condoned but mandated violence against unbelievers, was unacceptable to him. His greatest fear was that someday this brand of Islam would return and pose an even greater threat to the United States.

This should concern every American. That Muslims have brought about women-only classes and swimming times at taxpayer-funded universities and public pools; that Christians, Jews, and Hindus have been banned from serving on juries where Muslim defendants are being judged; Piggy banks and Porky Pig tissue dispensers have been banned from workplaces because they offend Islamist sensibilities; ice cream has been discontinued at certain Burger King locations because the picture on the wrapper looks similar to the Arabic script for Allah; public schools are pulling pork from their menus. But in turn several American companies have placed the Muslim symbol on their products in the name of Allah; on and on and on and on.

It's death by a thousand cuts, or inch-by-inch as some refer to it, and most Americans have no idea that this battle is being waged every day across America. By not fighting back, by allowing groups to obfuscate what is really happening, and not insisting that the Islamists adapt to our own culture, the United States is cutting its own throat with a politically correct knife, and helping to further the Islamists agenda. Sadly, it appears that today America's leaders would rather be politically correct than victorious!

101 pages!
Man.............

Y'all are making me want one. I don't have a clue if this is a good price or not but I like the looks of it.
http://atcm.co/S2PVDP/1AAF73D9


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That is the exact vehicle I am considering!
Have been talking with the dealership for a couple weeks.
He is pretty much in love with it. $25,900 is pretty much it, well so far.
He added 50 more pics to the web site after I kept asking about the undercarriage.
The lift is a cheapo Rancho and the shocks look all worn out and buggered up. Tires are about 50%. Mileage is 129K I think, and it has some serious cosmetic scratches.
Good point is that it was built in Texas and sold in texas, Lived its whole life there until 2017!
I want it so bad!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do :

 

The elbow is the strongest point on your body.

If you are close enough to use it, do!

 

 

 

2. Learned this from a tourist guide.

 

If a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM.

Toss it away from you.... Chances are that he is more interested

in your wallet and/or purse than you, and he will go for the wallet/purse..

RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!

 

 

 

3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car,

 

kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy..

The driver won't see you, but everybody else will.

 This has saved lives.

 

 

 

4. Don't sit in your car!

 

Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping, eating, working, etc.,

and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON'T DO THIS!)

The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to

get in on the passenger side, put a weapon to you, and tell you where to go.

AS SOON AS YOU GET INTO YOUR CAR, LOCK THE DOORS AND LEAVE.

If someone is in the car with a gun to your head DO NOT DRIVE OFF,

Repeat: DO NOT DRIVE OFF!

 

Instead gun the engine and speed into anything, wrecking the car.

Your Air Bag will save you.

If the person is in the back seat they will get the worst of it.

As soon as the car crashes bail out and run.

It is better than having them find your body in a remote location.

 

 

 

5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:

 

A.) Be aware: look around you, look into your car, at the passenger side floor , and in the back seat.

B.) If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door.

Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the

women are attempting to get into their cars.

 

C.) Look at the car parked on the driver's side of your vehicle, and the passenger side.

If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall,

or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out.

 

IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)

 

 

 

6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs.

 

Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot.

(This is especially true at NIGHT!)

 

 

 

7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN!

 

The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; and even then,

it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN, Preferably in a zig -zag pattern!

 

 

 

8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic:

 

STOP

It may get you raped, or killed.

Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played

on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often

asked 'for help' into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.

 

 

 

9. Another Safety Point:

 

Someone just told me that her friend heard a crying baby on her porch the night before last, and she called the police because it was late and she thought it was weird. The police told her 'Whatever you do, DO NOT open the door..'

 

The lady then said that it sounded like the baby had crawled near a window, and she was worried that it would crawl to the street and get run over. The policeman said, 'We already have a unit on the way, whatever you do, DO NOT open the door.' He told her that they think a serial killer has a baby's cry recorded and uses it to coax women out of their homes thinking that someone dropped off a baby. He said they have not verified it, but have had several calls by women saying that they hear baby's cries outside their doors when they're home alone at night.

 

10. Water scam!

 

If you wake up in the middle of the night to hear all your taps outside running or what you think is a burst pipe, DO NOT GO OUT TO INVESTIGATE! These people completely turn on all your outside taps so that you will go out to investigate and then attack.

 

Stay alert, keep safe, and look out for your neighbors!

If Big D buys it the answer is a resounding NO!!!!!

 

Hmmmm....

So is one with 125K still viable for some time?

She is such an evil person...You folks have no idea just how evil she is!

Yesterday, I was training my security folks. I run a church security ministry. We were working surprise attack scenerios. I'd have a team come through the door and someone would jump them and they would have to respond

So I took my turn as a "Bad guy"

Would you know it...I picked Little Sarah who is a black belt, and as luck would have it, her instructor who is somewhere north of where she is.

This little powder keg of a girl hit me in the jaw with a good one then several more times in the chest and stomach. Then Steve the tornado wrapped me up like a cheese sandwich. I got up out of that mess with a new level of respect for little girls!

Training and courage...goes a long ways!

Sounds intrestin'

I flew these with the German Army over two summers many moons ago.

Called Allouette 2's, they can really do crazy stunts like this:

https://www.facebook.com/thehelicopterpage/videos/1335117633177877/

I once wrote a story about two brave Marines
It became a chapter in my book
I attached an edited copy from when they were assembling that book. "They" were british, which accounts for some of the different spellings of some words.
Here it is:


Farewell to Two Brave Marines

I was waiting at the terminal today for my flight. I was inside the old TLS building down near base operations. The TLS building is a veritable fortress made of stone, brick and concrete with walls possibly six feet thick and, seemingly impervious, one might think, to harm from above or below. Apparently, many members of the Taliban must have believed the building offered safety and shelter from US attacks in the last stages of the war in 2001. Unfortunately for them, the name subsequently coined for the building—to which the acronym TLS refers—is the “Taliban’s Last Stand”. Rather than providing the shelter the Taliban expected, the walls of the TLS served merely to magnify the over-pressure of the exploding bomb that hit the building killing all of its occupants. When the US Army occupied the TLS soon afterwards, they repaired most of its structure except the ceiling, which still bears black sooty stains from the fires that burned there. The blackened ceiling serves as a reminder that this country was taken by force and claimed the lives of many of our young men as well as the lives of our enemies. Soldiers often do things like that. We will leave some small reminder behind of the battle and of sacrifice, and of lives lost.

The massive roof of the TLS building is supported by a series of interconnected archways, each of which forms a hallway of sorts, and I was sitting in one of those hallways. The walls which had been painted sometime after US forces had occupied it were now adorned with a thousand little messages left behind by departing warriors. I was amusing myself with reading them one by one. There was one from someone going back to Waco Texas. There was another reference to the Royal Marines. For some reason that one made me think of the Scottish soldiers who proudly wore that feather thing in their berets. Some of the scribblings were funny, and some hateful, some hopeful and others a farewell to a friend who would not be coming home. All seemed to telegraph a warning of the danger which lied beyond these walls.

The design of the building provides a natural cooling effect, which I found far preferable to the oven-like roasting heat just outside. The view from that tunnel like hallway looks out towards the flight line where my “freedom jet” would soon be parking. I had been on that ramp literally hundreds of times, either embarking or disembarking from an aeroplane or taxiing in there myself to pick someone up.

When I first glanced outside, everything seemed normal—but things were not normal. I first noticed the C-17 parked at a 45-degree angle with its nose facing outward and its rear cargo ramp lowered and facing towards me. That, in itself, was not particular noteworthy, but it should have been a clue as to what was about to happen. Not too much later, I was again staring outside as I anxiously awaited the arrival of the DC-9 that would carry me and a number of my colleagues away from Kandahar to begin the journeys to our respective homes and safety in the outside world.

For no other reason than that I wanted to stretch my legs, I got up and walked outside. As I glanced towards the C-17, I noticed a set of speakers set up on the tarmac on either side of the rear of the aircraft; now that was definitely not normal. It was then that I realised what was about to happen and a glance to my left confirmed it. A long line comprising two columns of US Marines was walking slowly and methodically towards the ramp of that plane. They moved in perfect unison, as if they were one, each marine’s leg lifting at exactly the same moment as a hundred others. With one column on each side of the ramp as they approached the plane, the marines formed a corridor that extended perhaps 150 feet from the rear of the plane. The marines halted and, as if driven by a common set of gears, both columns turned to face inwards towards each other before moving to the position of “parade rest”. Done in complete silence, it was a spectacle to behold.

Another column of troops—this time, US Army soldiers, perhaps several hundred strong—moved into a position outside the column of marines…then another and another.

I brought myself to parade rest, while many of the civilians stood just behind the fence and began to remove their hats. Columns of soldiers from a dozen different nations moved into a grid pattern, all facing inwards toward the vacant corridor. British and Australian soldiers swung their arms back and forth in an exaggerated fashion as they joined smaller formations of Bulgarians, Romanians, Danish, Germans and Dutch troops and marched into place. Next, moving forwards slowly in line abreast with absolute precision, came a color guard of four Marines. Two of the marines carried flags; one carried an American flag, while another carried the red flag of the Marine Corps. The two other marines flanking their colleagues carried M4 carbines at their shoulders. Slowly, deliberately, the men marched directly to a point adjacent to the open corridor. I drew myself to attention. The sun was burning the top of my head, and sweat ran off my head and legs, but I didn’t move.

A sergeant major called the assemblage to attention: “Pre-sent Arms!” I watched several thousand right hands being raised slowly in salutes. The salute to honor a fallen soldier is not presented in the normal fashion; it is performed very slowly, as if painful to deliver—which, I suppose, it is.

As we all stood there in the hot air desert air, a French Mirage fighter, fresh from a sortie, landed and popped its landing chute. As the aircraft turned off the runway onto the parallel taxiway adjacent to the ceremony, the pilot must have realised what was happening, as he immediately throttled back and came to a respectful stop while the ceremony proceeded.

At the sergeant major’s call of “Or-der-Arms!” those thousands of saluting right arms descended slowly in unison back into position: alongside the body, hands cupped, touching the trouser seam. As a panel truck pulled slowly into view, two squads of six marines each moved into position. The truck stopped and its aft ramp lowered hydraulically. The marine chaplain began to speak. His words echoed amongst the buildings as he spoke of the young men who had been taken and how they were much too young to have paid such a high price. Several thousand people scarcely breathed as they watched and listened and no one uttered a sound. As the chaplain spoke, the only other sound I could hear was the flapping of the worn US flag on a nearby flagpole on the TLS building.

As the first of two flag-draped coffins appeared out of the back of the truck, the first squad of six marines moved into position—three on each side—facing the box. The colors of the US flag completely covered the container, in stark contrast to the windblown dusty brown color of the concrete ramp. It was as if the thirteen red and white stripes and the 50 bright white stars against the flag’s field of blue had been added to a dreary black and white photograph.

The marines lifted the coffin onto their shoulders and turned simultaneously to face the ramp of the C-17. They carried the coffin above their heads and began to march slowly in unison toward the ramp. The second coffin was quickly hoisted and it, too, passed slowly up that long, sombre corridor of men and women. The marine pallbearers stood resolutely motionless for a couple of minutes as the coffins were laid together in the back of the plane. With the coffins secured, the bearers turned in silence and marched back down the line to join their fellow marines.

I don’t know how long I stood at attention as the soldier inside me mourned the terrible loss of those two young men. I considered the stark contrast of our two very different realities: these two young men were going home to their final resting place and would never roam the earth again. At the same time, here I was, a much older man, waiting for a flight to carry me home safely to my family. I had seen much war; this had been their first. My family waited anxiously for me to get home so we could enjoy some fun family adventures together. The families of those two boys would have tragically different expectations and they would be stricken with grief as they awaited the return of their loved ones in very different circumstances, knowing only that their families’ lives would never be the same.

As I stood there at attention, through the corner of my eye I saw a couple of civilians looking at me; KBR contractors, I think, who were probably going home for some R&R. No doubt they were wondering why I was standing at attention. Clearly, they had no military backgrounds or they would have stood as I did, honouring our dead as any soldier would. However, they did nothing wrong—what they did was fine, and it was all they knew to do.

The ramp of the C-17 began rising and then stopped about one-third shut, as if to give the two warriors inside one last brief glimpse of the land that had taken their earthly lives; it was hugely symbolic to me. This foreign land, to which those two brave warriors had come to fight the enemies of the entire free world, was the last they would ever set foot upon. The dusty, tortured desert paths they trod here were their last contact with the world they knew. In a moment of horrible violence, their lives were taken from them here. I wondered if they even knew when the fateful moment came.

The procession started to move away from the grey winged monster as, one by one, its engines started. As the C-17 taxied slowly out of view, I finally relaxed and then turned, to walk back inside. I noticed I was almost alone and most of the other people had already walked silently away. How long I stood there, I don’t know. But I could not simply walk away. I remained standing there until that USAF monster raced past me on the runway and climbed skyward. As it did, I remembered the words of the poem by John Gillespie Magee Jr.

Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds...and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of—wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew.
And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod
The high, untrespassed sanctity of space
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

Two fallen heroes of my country were on their final journey home. A journey I know neither of them anticipated, nor would have chosen deliberately. Nevertheless, in the fashion of true warriors, they had chosen. In choosing to wear the uniforms of US Marines, they knew it would someday put them in harm’s way. Oblivious to the dangers, they came thousands of miles to fight an evil scourge and, in doing so, paid the price for my freedom, and that of my family and friends—and the civilised world—with their courageous young lives.

God, grant us the courage to face our enemies head-on. Bless our young warriors—and please bring as many of them home as possible.

What would AAA be driving?

This?

Went to doctor.  I have pink eye!! Thanks crappy parents who send kids to day care with that crap!


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Viral: Live with it, be gone in a few days

Bacterial: Colodial silver, be gone today

Teach him to flatten their nose

Serves multiple purposes
1. They will have a very painful broken nose which they deserve
2. The pain will always remind them who did it to them
3. The bullying will stop
4. If you flatten someone's nose the break causes the victims eyes to water so you can escape or plant a good kick between the legs or into the solar plexus.
5. It will teach your son that he can win a fight

I love these pics, I'd like to spend time with a few up close. 

Be careful what it is you ask for, you just may get it

Ever shoot a Coke can with a high powered rifle?

Aircraft skin affords about the same degree of protection...

Those kids used to come to my room a lot when I was in Kandahar. Spent the day out shooting people, then land, eat, shower and act just life was normal again...

Tad bit crude but really, really funny

Is a frogs butt, water tight?

He talks enough for four sets of teeth!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0UKg1ec6lkQ

This will help:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yhLBXjwFuqo

And if you find yourself on the opposite side:

Me thinks there is theory and then there is the seat of the pants little tingly stuff on the back of the neck that keeps you alive.  God bless our soldiers. Thank you for breaking stuff and killing bad guys.


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