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America the Great

Too many quotes to really mention, but here's a selection:

“Peoples (sic) have kids, that they try to feed with the special, and you mean to tell me that we can't feed our kids, because ya'll didn't order enough chicken .... that's wrong”

“I was trying to feed my family tonight, - can't get that bucket in now”

And my favourite:

“We're more disappointed than angry, you know we've been looking forward to this day”

Get a fucking life. Stop feeding yor kids shit food and stop relying on drive-throughs for sustenance! Go to a bloody shop, buy ingredients and make a proper meal. You do have kitchens in the US, right?

Holy shit this is a sad state of affairs. No wonder America is such a fucked up place. Bred on a diet of fried chicken, inane TV and Texan presidents.

Mini Ramp in the Barn, Day Three

My Dad's cousin, who happens to own and run a machine factory, kindly supplied me with two airplane grade aluminium tubes for coping. Using his industrial drills and cutters, the pipes became two beautiful, shiny bespoke items perfect for my masterpiece. He also furnished me with a great selection of nuts and bolts to attach the bastards, and gave some sound advice. In return I had to work for him on May 1 which in Sweden is a national holiday for the workers.
Ha! I didn't mind too much, though. I don't agree with parading around waving red flags moaning about capitalists in 21st century Europe. It's not like the Swedish workforce is exploited in any way, on the contrary, they probably have the most comfortable working directives, laws and conditions of any labour force in the world. Besides, my ramp is way more important than some socialist, hypocritical donuts who all use iPhones, drink Starbucks and think communism is a good thing, whilst being covertly racist, ignorant, uncharitable and fully dependent on state intervention in all aspects of their lives.
Anyway, I digress. I worked in protest and got a nice coping set-up out of it.

Mini Ramp in the Barn, Day Two

Today was the day I started putting together the 4 quarter pipes that will make the transition of the ramp. I gave up on using the oak beams I had sourced for cross joists, as they where hard as nails, so hard in fact that I could use neither screw nor nail on them.

IF I COULD DO ANYTHING DIFFERENT, I WOULD START BY NOT DECIDING TO USE OLD, HARD AS FUCK OAK BEAMS FOR BUILDING ANYTHING OTHER THAN A HOUSE!

Anyway, most of day two was spent looking for alternate lumber instead of the oak bastards. As it is a big farm, several hundred years with several massive barns, it wasn't too difficult. I figured the cross joists could be a various shapes, as long as they were strong and thicker and 1".
After an hour or two (generous estimate - I got blisters on my hands) of sawing, I had enough non-oak beams with which to begin construction of the first quarterpipe.

quarterpipe #1

By now it was getting late, I wanted beer and I couldn't be fucked to do any more sawing. I learnt a lot from doing this first quarterpipe, and I was certain the next 3 would go a lot quicker. I closed the doors to the barn and to the project and tried to think of other things.