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OK I’m Getting Fed Up!

bill@balledup.com — Fri, 04 Dec 2009 11:26:00 GMT

Look I haven’t gotten real political here since the election. I didn’t vote for Obama, but to be honest I didn’t really feel either candidate was that great. Especially after that fruit cake from Alaska got involved. But how the fuck far can you go before something gets done!

Now we are seeing 1/4 to 1/3 of the country out of work. Just depends who you talk to but I know at least 1/4 of the people I hang out with have either lost there job, been laid off, or asked to take pay cuts and freezes that will have them scrapping for fucking change.

I’m not saying Obama caused all of this but I sure the fuck am saying I’m not seeing anything he’s doing to turn it around! Cash for Clunkers, what a fucking joke! Foreign countries already own too much of our nation and now you’re lining their fucking pockets with my taxes! You set the plan up to fail for American car makers, we are not know for gas sipping cars, so give them some incentive and time to create them before you start handing money out for cars that only the foreign car dealers have the volume to handle. You can’t buy a 2009 American 4 cylinder because their all gone! Need a new truck for your own business that you had to start because your American company went down the tubes? Fuck you! You don’t qualify.

I’m not a fan of the unemployment rules and I think it needs changed. I’m sure there are record numbers of people cheating the system right now. However, until the people that want good paying jobs have them what the fuck can we do with the system at this point.

Now I get word at my company that our insurance will either increase by 20% or we will have to switch plans. The new plan will be with high deductibles and higher co-pays for office visits and medication. I’ve got two young kids I can guarantee you that I’ll be paying that deductible. All of this in a year where my company didn’t give anyone a raise and I’m looking at a significant decrease in salary. Talks cheap and while you can speak with the best of them I’m fucking sick of it. Nice job on health care reform get something fucking done already!

Now for all you folks that voted so he would bring our troops home that didn’t work out so well either did it. At least the fucker was smart enough to realize that cutting our troop numbers drastically would have been a death sentence to those that remand.

The good news is the last year seems to have gone in a flash! The bad news I have a feeling were all going to have to hold on fucking tight for the next 3 years!

Birds!

bill@balledup.com — Wed, 04 Nov 2009 19:39:00 GMT

The Doves/White Pigeons should be in the mail today! Guaranteed delivery by 3pm today but no word yet on them. I'll send some cam phone pic's of the new little buddy's when I get home!

Yes they are actually sending me 8 birds through the mail and yes I think it's legal.

The Power of Gab!

bill@balledup.com — Wed, 21 Oct 2009 16:39:00 GMT

Pigeon Problems

bill@balledup.com — Fri, 09 Oct 2009 19:19:00 GMT

As all of you know I have a Brittany that I’m trying to train to point birds. Since training on wild birds is next to impossible most people turn to pigeons to train there pointing dogs. So I thought the first place to look was craigslist and I posted the following add.

Looking for pigeons or chuckars to train a young bird dog with. Have a pigeon problem if your close I'll catch them!

I received this response.

What is the matter with you? why would you feel justified in taking the lives of these

birds just for fun? If you were here in New York - you'd NEVER be permitted to

do this. It's cruel and not permitted.

But Pennsylvania is different - your state is the leading one when it comes to animal

abuse of all kinds - especially those puppy mills and the pigeon shoots.

God bless you and open your eyes to the heartlessness which has overtaken you.

Love the world and its creatures.

I responded.

It's for training a young hunting dog, you use a blank gun, to simulate a gun shot, and the birds live. Not that I need to justify myself to you, but don't jump to conclusions without knowledge of a sport.

Fucking Tree Huggers!

Look for picture updates as I’m going to start raising homing pigeons for training!

G-20!

bill@balledup.com — Thu, 24 Sep 2009 20:26:00 GMT

Here to fuck up a perfectly good town! I've come the final conclusion that I'm old now. When I turned on the TV and saw the people protesting from green peace, clean coal is fake, anarchy, insert however else here, I had only one thought.

Fucking hippies get a fucking job already!

Yes that is exactly what my father would have said to me if I was a 20 something protester.

I'm cool with it, Jerry's dead, the Fish suck, get a fucking job!

Women - Born That Way!

bill@balledup.com — Mon, 14 Sep 2009 16:51:00 GMT

Men - Born That Way!

bill@balledup.com — Mon, 14 Sep 2009 16:50:00 GMT

Never Forget!

bill@balledup.com — Fri, 11 Sep 2009 16:24:00 GMT

Prayers be with those that lost loved ones, and those that protect us from the evils of the world.

Da Burgh!

bill@balledup.com — Thu, 10 Sep 2009 18:39:00 GMT

Wow!

bill@balledup.com — Wed, 02 Sep 2009 11:53:00 GMT

Had I huge spike in the number of visitors to the site. After some research it turns out StumbleUpon happened to like this picture.

So 85% of the people that visited bounced after seeing the picture but that means 15% stuck around. I guess I'll have to come up with something good to keep them stopping back!

Cash for Clunkers!

bill@balledup.com — Thu, 13 Aug 2009 20:23:00 GMT

OK so I’m pretty pissed about this one but no completely. You see I need to get my wife a new car and my POS gets to many miles to qualify or I would be taking your money. As it turns out I’ll just be they one paying for all you fuckers that get 2 miles less per gallon then my wife’s ride! Fuckers.

I’m pretty sure it’s not going to help shit, since most of the cars I’ve seen are foreign rides anyway. The engine has to be trashed and as much as I don’t like it I can see how they could not let that slide. Then they put a tight time limit on parting the car so your used parts are going to eventually be affected by this. If you put me on a time limit I’m only parting what’s worth the most. Then everything is scrapped, which will drop the price of scrap and while the mills will like that every scrap yard and tom, dick, and harry scrap guy is going to be hauling for next to nothing.

Not to mention the people that couldn’t afford a new car so they but a used junker and got sucked into a new car with cash for clunkers. Did they realize that payment would be 60 or 72 months? Did they realize they would still have to pay for repairs and the car payment? When they run low on founds what payment do you see going the wayside first?

I’m not positive I only have a minor in finance but couldn’t this lead to the same problems that caused the mortgage crisis?

He you haven’t heard me say to much bad about the current president and I hope I don’t have to. At this point the country/world needs something to get us out of this funk and I hope he can do it. I’m just not seeing it.

It’s official I’m Porn!

bill@balledup.com — Wed, 12 Aug 2009 21:22:00 GMT

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Not really sure what gave me this distinction and I’m pretty sure I would label the site more in the “adult/mature content” then I would porn. I mean I’m a fan of boobies don’t get me wrong but have you ever seen me site host porn? The occasional naked lady but lets be honest that’s not porn. So if you have content filtering at work or at home I guess you’ll never see this anyway. If you have kids that use your computer and your looking at this site they can see anything on the net! Make sure you can see the computer!

Micheal Vick

bill@balledup.com — Wed, 29 Jul 2009 18:46:00 GMT

OK I'm a pet owner, I have two dogs and two turtles. Even if the kids claim them you know the parents take care of them. So it's not that I don't get the animal rights part of this, but lets get a fucking grip on life! This isn't a crime that's worse then taking a persons life, it was a dog. As pissed off as I would be if someone killed my dog it would pale in comparison to what I would do to a person if they raped my child! Lets just keep this shit in perspective people. He wasn't that good of a quarterback to begin with, give him a chance to prove he can be a better person!

Ah O (A little late but I did finally get it posted)

bill@balledup.com — Mon, 27 Jul 2009 18:43:00 GMT

So it all starts as my wife mentions to me that her uncle is replacing his leech bed this weekend, and felt strange about asking me to help him out. For you that don't know a leech bed is a part of a septic system or a collection off all the shit you flush down the toilet. Now Ed (her uncle) is one hell of a nice guy, a guy that would do anything for, a friend so I give him a call and tell him I'll be over on Saturday.

Once there I discover, that it will be Ed, Ernie the backhoe operator, and Ed's two son-in-laws and myself, attempting this deed. I'm thinking cool we have a backhoe and a couple of extra guys to help with the labor. Cup of coffee and a donut later we start digging. The lid to the septic tank was already uncovered so the next thing to do is start digging along the side of it with the back hoe to find the existing pipe that leads to the septic system. The sound of a crack was the first sign that we found the plastic pipe that was followed by deadly vapors of past ass excrement close behind. So I, being the working type, hop down in the ditch boots covered in what can only be described as shit juices and dig around the pipe so that Ernie, the backhoe operator, can see what the fuck he is doing. Now we go to the exit hole on the septic tank and start a new trench to run lines to the leech bed. As my wife's Uncle Ed tells me that we have to make sure the outlet on the tank is clean and ready for the new pipe. This consist of not only standing in ass juice but reaching my hand into the bile's of hell to scrap any remnants of shit off the side of the outlet on the septic tank. All the while my face inches away from Ass Juice, pure shit lumps, toilet paper, and Tampons. I should mention at this time that Ed the owner of this house has 4 daughters and a wife. You would not believe the number of tampons that five women could produce. Outlet is clean, in with the new pipe, cement around it all right boys we are moving now. From here on out this should be a breeze and in no time I'll be drinking beer and eating steaks. So me and Scott (one of Ed's son-in-laws are in the ditch putting pipes together and all is going well. The ditch at this point is about seven feet deep. The guys up top throw down some stones and a shovel, for me to push the stones under a low point in the pipe. As I'm bent over I hear a faint voice topside yell get out of there. As the sounds are still entering my ears, I stand up and at that same time this seven-foot hole that I'm in collapses all around me. Still conscious and my head above ground I can feel the weight of the dirt crushing my chest. I try to suck air in to my lungs but instead can only hear the bones in my chest begin to crack. Bang! Pop! Finally I black out.

This portion of the story is from what I heard from those that were there.

My eye's bulged from my head as if they would pop from their sockets like zits from a teenager's face. Blood began to poor from my nose, mouth and eyes. Everyone else was out of the ditch but trying to pry the dirt off my near dead body. Snapping shovels in half like twigs. Ernie, the backhoe operator, moves the machine in closer to help. As he moves more of the ditch starts to collapse. He puts down the outriggers to stop the machine from collapsing. Then quickly inches the back towards my body after about the fourth scope he had released enough pressure off my chest to allow air to return to my lungs.

AGGGGG I scream for every breath of air. Scott holds my arm trying to pull me out of the ditch as they continue to dig. Once the dirt is down to my knees I pop out of the hole bent over but standing I tell them "I'm OK". Blood still covering my face Ed says "someone call 911 you need to go to a hospital." "I know but I'm fucking alive!"

After the adrenaline wore off I realized I was in so serious pain. It felt as if a car was parked on my chest. The ambulance arrived after what seem like an hour and refused to give me shit for oxygen. A ride to the local hospital followed by them trying to make me stand for x-rays and not giving my shit for the pain. Next thing I know, the doctor must have scene the x-rays, because he's asking if I want transferred to another hospital. For the record when a doctor asks you "if you want to be transferred" get the fuck out of there as soon as possible. On to the helicopter I go and they life flight my ass to AGH Pittsburgh. Also the home of what I now consider real doctors. A doctor and a shot of morphine meet me on the tarmac. Things are finally looking up. As they tear my close off I realize they are wiping shit from my ass. If that give you any idea of how close I was to the end. A team of doctors and nurses hover over me the entire time. Even as I pass through an open MRI the team meets me on the other side.

I spent couple of days in intensive care, on a whole lot of morphine. I remember waking up at one point and seeing the nurse preparing another needle of morphine. I said “If you want me to get better I can’t take any more of that.” To which see explained to me that if my lung collapses again because I can’t breathe that she will take the scalpel beside the bed and cut a whole into my chest to insert the plastic tube lying on the tray. I then graciously accept another shot of morphine and pass out again. I spend several more days in a standard room and they let my ass out. The doctor told me that I was a lucky man. Seven out of ten people die in my same situation. He credited my survival with the fact that I didn't smoke, was relatively young, and was lucky.

This all happened to me on July 27, 2002. I broke at most if not all of my ribs in multiple spots punctured a lung and bruised both my lungs. I thought for sure that I was going to die that day. As a matter of fact, when I was in that ditch, I thought I had died.

I started this site a little less than one month after that accident. I'm not sure why. I didn't see God on that day and I can't tell you I even saw a light. I can tell you it has made me a different person. It’s made my marriage better then it ever was and really makes me cherish the time I have with the ones I love. Life is too short to be pissed off and mad at the world. I guess this is my way of releasing all that.

Now after all the years I fight with the thought of stopping this site?

Yes I'm Back

bill@balledup.com — Thu, 18 Jun 2009 20:27:00 GMT

Yep I'm back from vacation but I would avoid myself if I could. I've had a cold since Monday and it's summer time. Either that or I've official gotten H1N1 and it's only a matter of time before everyone around me is down with the swine to! Worst part is I can't really take any time off of work since I've been gone for a freaking week anyway.