Sitting U.S. President meets with Piece of Shit

Les Moonves**, Chief Testiculess Officer and general piece of shit media monster, failed to have his toadying CBS network of gutless reporters ask whether the Piece of Shit-elect requested a viewing of Obama’s birth certificate. It was incumbent on the Piece of Shit to ask the question. In fact, his followers demanded it of him during a long, embittered seventeen-month call to duty.

Further to that, the Piece of Shit’s electorate should know, or at least be aware of, the fact that any piece of shit politician moving his lips is lying. In other words, you, like  those before you, got suckered better than old P.T. Barnam could have ever accomplished it.

Senate and House Publicans, too busy placing their hands into empty pockets that will soon be full to overflowing, instead discussed when the time will be right to revive HUAC, by any other name, a rose.

The American tent is on fire. How many suckers will get out alive before the spectacle collapses on itself and is over? No one knows. Just as no one got to hear the Piece of Shit tell President Obama and his family when they will be deported to Hawaii, err, Kenya.

There’s no word yet on whether the Piece of Shit-elect grabbed any snatch while he was visiting the White House.

Inquiring minds want to know.

**Moonves may or may not have said, It may not be good for America, but it’s damn good for CBS. He may or may not have added, A Piece of Shit’s place in this election is a good thing.

Following the Moonves proclamation, many were seen to be scraping their boots on the ground in unsuccessful attempts to remove accumulated shit. Unfortunately, network reporters failed to draw conclusions, and instead chose to draw attention to a huge, steaming turd inexorably slithering in a pile of its own shit, while on its way to Washington.

Dear 360 Safe Global

360 Safe Global, your software is trash.

Where’s your user forum? Where’s your user support? Where do I go find out why I’m unable to run a program after I’ve installed your software? Why won’t my software run on my laptop after installing your trash?

Why must I send an email to beg for support?

360 Safe Global, this is for you: Your software is trash.

In other words, go back to the drawing board. Take your time. I’m not the only one that is having problems with your simply mah-velous shit.


Amazon shipping in the Great Unexplored Territory™ of Canada

Amazon shipping in the Great Unexplored Territory™, otherwise known as Canada :

Thank you for shopping with us. We thought you’d like to know that your item has shipped, and that this completes your order. Your order is on its way. Your estimated delivery date is:

Wednesday, October 8, 2014 – Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Fourteen fucking days? Really, Amazon?

Even the Pony Express could deliver it within Canada faster than that, and that fiasco didn’t last more than eighteen months. Thankfully, I can count on the the Amazon Delivery Experts™ to be knowledgeable of geography. Or, maybe not so much. My last package went 265 miles up, when it should have gone 90 miles down.

Stupid shits.

Filezilla missing mingwm10.dll

FileZilla is a fail on all accounts. During my most recent upload of a WordPress theme, it refused, time after time and attempt after attempt, to upload many of the files. Additionally, the size of many of the files the program did manage to upload came NOWHERE NEAR the size of the original file. DON’T USE FileZilla SOFTWARE.

Instead, I now use WinSCP. Try it. You’ll like it. If you’ve been using FileZilla previously, WinSCP will ask if you wish to import your Filezilla settings. Isn’t that grand?

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Update: FileZilla’s missing mingwm10.dll problem has been solved for some time now. The solution? Update your Filezilla software under Help/Check for updates. Go and download WinSCP instead.

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Filezilla has turned into junk software. Their forum has no solution whatsoever. In fact, the Filezilla forum seems fixated on its own answers for a solution. THERE IS NO meaningful SOLUTION on the Filezilla forums. My recommendation to the Filezilla incompetents: take the program down until you can find a solution to the “missing mingwm10.dll” that occurs constantly in Windows 7 and Windows 8 64-bit software.

In the meantime, the rest of us can find some other FTP software.

Unspoiled delights

I’ve never understood Ontario’s inability to promote tourism in the far north. The government in the south takes billions of dollars from the north by means of the forests, mines and water (in the form of hydro electricity). All the government basically has to provide in return is a paved highway, and this in the form of the TransCanada highway, which they must provide in order that goods travel across the country.

For decades, the unspoiled nature of the province, from the Manitoba border to Sault Ste. Marie, has sat around just waiting to be noticed. Unfortunately, no one has had the foresight to promote the area as the largest unspoiled and accessible-by-road nature preserve in the world.

Are you driving through the area? Where are the washrooms and toilets? Why, just pull off the road anywhere you like, but preferably at a snowplow turnout, and deposit your trash and urine in the pit bordering the turnout.

Are you looking for a scenic spot to have lunch? Well then, why not look for a small brown sign with an arrow and hope for the best? If you’re fortunate, and you don’t speed on by because the signage is small and indeterminate, you’ll miss it all.

Might there be tables? A toilet? A scenic view? You’ll never know until you pull in and have a look for yourself. But then, you’ve sped on by, and, too late now, you drive on to your destination, having missed out on spectacular views, lakes, streams, rapids and picnic tables.

And only the occasional outdoor toilet.

And now, back to regularly scheduled programming…

My feet have been itchy for months now as I’ve watched the summer riding season north of 49 hurry past me like closing time at one of my favorite bars in a past life. Now the rush is on to pick up something, anything, before the lights dim for one last time and I am swept out into the street like dirt.

Hell, I haven’t even gone for a ride yet, busy as I have been with other events in my life. Now that’s done, and I’m ready for a little adventure, a little dirt of my very own, that special odor that adheres to me from the road dust and grime that accumulates after hundreds of miles.

Asphalt perfume, I call it.

Wind. Sun. Pavement. Dust. Dirt. Gas. Oil.

It has its own special smell, hard to describe if someone asks.

All I know is, you can’t get it in a car or a truck with the windows open; you can’t get it in a convertible with the top down; and, desperate now, you can’t get it by rolling around on the ground on your favorite stretch of highway.

You’ve got to get out there and ride it.