Not quite what I had planned!

The best part about living in Arizona is that depending on the season, you can damn near jump in your pool anytime.  Hell, you can even jump in during the winter if you have the balls to do it!  There is nothing quite like coming home from a long ride, or long trip and stripping off your clothes as you walk through the house with the last piece coming off as you are about to dive in!  Well it is a good thing that I wasn't pulling my shirt up and over my head as I dove in or I would be typing this with a straw from my snazzy new electric wheel chair.  You see, some changes took place at the Shit House while I was gone.  In the few times that I was able to get Diane on the phone from the middle of nowhere Tennessee, all she kept saying is, "wait till you see the house".  Perhaps she should have said, wait till you see the pool!  It is a good thing I didn't just dive right in.  Have you ever seen a piece of cheese pushed through a cheese grater?  Well that is what I would have looked like!  While I was gone, it seems that the lil woman did more than just re-arrange some furniture!  I thought I heard the sound of a jack hammer while we were on the phone  but she assured me that it was just her vibrator!  What do I know?  Hell, I thought she picked up one of those new diesel powered ones.  This is what I came home to.

It seems that perhaps someone was not completely truthful over the phone with me!  Oh well, it seems that my 11 foot deep diving pool will now be a 6 foot deep play pool and I am thrilled about that!  I love when she takes charge and makes command decisions!  I would procrastinate and we would not have begun this until the dead of winter!  I can't imagine making it through an AZ summer without a pool.  I will keep you posted as to how it comes along, so far so good.  Right now, it looks like the surface of the moon and I kind of dig this look.  It matches my rugged spirit!  I will keep you fine folks updated and when this damn thing is done, I'm thinking POOL PARTY! 

I'm back from BMR now and the trip was truly fantastic.  I saw things that I always dreamed of and I saw things I never dreamed of all in the same day.  There will be no way to tell the tale in one post so I am going to have to figure out how to share the story and as soon as I do, I will share it with you folks, my friends!

Last night was Diane's shot night and by the grace of God, once again, she had absolutely no bad reaction.  I can't begin to tell you how relieved I was.  I was so completely and utterly exhausted from the trip that I was terrified that when the reaction came that I would be passed out and not hear her when she needed me.  It didn't happen, nothing happened at all and she slept through the night like a baby, only waking up on occasion to ask me why was I sitting up in bed?  "I'm keeping watch, just in case" was my answer.  By about 6 am, I knew we were in the clear and I could sleep all day, or until 7:45 when the guys came to work on the pool!  Oh well, we can't have it all and I will take a lack of sleep over a bad reaction each and every single time!

Also on a positive note, I survived the Rapture, so I guess that is a good thing?  Or is it a bad thing?  Was God supposed to take the good people or the bad people?  How about those idiots who gave this fool their life savings so that he could "afford" to spread the word to the people of the world.  Luckily, he has a new date for us all to expire, so don't stop sending in those checks just yet! 

I missed so much while I was away riding murdersickles!  What else was there?  Oh yeah, Arnold knocked up some chick and the kid is now 10 or 14, who knows, there may be more  and he is getting divorced.  Another hypocritical politician, is anyone at all shocked by this?  No, didn't think so!  The guy from Taxi after trying to revive his career by going on celebrity rehab overdosed and is currently in a coma yet another thing I don't think anyone will be shocked by.  So much going on!

On a very serious note, the people of Joplin, Missouri, you are in my thoughts and prayers.  I have never in my life seen such devastation from a storm.  I believe I heard that nearly 70% of Joplin has been completely leveled?  I can't begin to imagine what that would be like.  We have dear friends who live there and their whole family is okay, thank God but their neighbors and friends didn't do so well.  I am not sure what can be done to help these people or who will collect money for them and actually put those funds where they are needed but I am sure the salvation army and the red cross are good places to start!  In only a matter of minutes, the people of Joplin went from living in the "best place in Mo." to living in a war zone!  Things can happen in a flash or an instant and that is why you always hear me saying that we need to live each and every single moment to the absolute fullest.  You just never know what the next few minutes, much less days or years will bring so make the very best of it! Tell the one you love that you love them every chance you can!  Cherish what you have, no matter how great or small and give until it hurts, trust me, it will make you feel amazing!

I have a great deal to share with you folks, I just need to find the time to do it, but don't worry, it will be coming soon.  Don't forget to tell your friends that the Jewelry raffle is still going on.  For each and every Jack Shit t'shirt that you guys order, you get entered to win some spectacular jewelry from the one and only Chopper Doll of Lola's Boutique!  Check out that post for more details. 

Until we see each other on the road,

Keep the wind in your face,
Tits in your back
and the Man off your ass!

Your friend,
Jack Shit

One insane BMR moment!

FAR TOO EXHAUSTED AT THIS TIME TO WRITE. For those of you who have sent so many messages hoping I am having a good time or asking how was the BMR? Allow me to give you a taste of just one single moment in time. Picture this; the band is rocking, the weather gorgeous and the moonshine flowing like a river, what's left to do? Stage dive of course! Well when you use a cabin's front porch for the stage, it does not leave much in the way of space for fans to DIVE! So how do you fix that you ask? Easy folks, you don't jump from the stage of course, you jump from the roof of the cabin! Hell, it seemed to make sense at the time.

HERE IS ONE SINGLE BMR MOMENT CAUGHT IN TIME!!! So then, I guess we will be seeing you next year there? Yeah, thought so!

This may very well be my last Blog Post!

.....well that is until I get back from the Big Mountain Run!  MAYBE!  As I understand it, I don't believe that there is even phone signal there much less Internet!  I will document all that I can to share with you guys, my friends who were not able to make it there. 

I am however finding it really difficult to get ready for this trip.  When I pack up for a long bike trip, I put things in the bag, take things out of the bag, go and tie things on the bike to test fit and to make sure that they will stay put and not cause me to die while riding.  I keep walking out to the garage to test this stuff out, from force of habit.  Then I stop myself and think, YOU IDIOT, you are not taking your bike, take your head out of your ass!  I am not riding from Phx, I am leaving from Atlanta, this shit isn't going on my bike.  I am really not sure how this Shovel that I am graciously being loaned from Mailman will pack up.  I know that there is a truck involved but that may only be doing part of the initial trip with us.  I guess instead of trying to figure this shit out, I should pick up the phone and stop being a putz and ask. 

It's strange, I have really never done anything like this.  It's not like I'm hopping on a friends bike and running up to a party because my knuckle is up on a lift.  It's also not like I am going for an overnighter where all I need is a leather, a t shirt and clean pair of socks and underwear.  I will be gone six days and if I want to make it back through the TSA and get on a plane, I better damn well look like a human being while attempting to board a plane.  At best case, I better damn well SMELL LIKE ONE!  I have been seated next to that STANKIN ASS BASTARD who smells so bad that your eyes burn and you can't even eat your free peanuts because you want to vomit in to your airsick bag before you even lift off and I don't want to be that person! 

So I am going to get my shit together, bring the absolute minimum of shit with me and hope to God that there is some way to clean up and not smell like a dead cat behind a fish market!  I am looking forward to the trip, I could sure use the break.  As I try to get ready to go, it seems that once again, life is hammering me over the top of the head. 

My brother in law was scheduled for a test on Friday morning.  He has had a handful of open heart surgeries and for quite some time has been feeling pretty miserable.  On Thursday night, we called to wish him luck on his test and he wouldn't get on the phone.  He felt so bad coming out of the shower that he couldn't even speak.  Not an hour later, my 11 year old nephew was on the phone telling me that the ambulance was there to take him away.  Turns out his lungs were filling with fluid.  Immediate onset something or other and he was in dire straights.  They did some shit to get the fluid out and did the test in the morning anyway for his heart.  As it turns out he has a very bad leaking valve to his heart, yet again.  They tried to stabilize him, kept him on oxygen and said that if he could hold off until Monday, they would use the "A" team to perform the surgery and not have to crack his chest, yet again.  If he could not, the "B" team would have to crack him open and go in and try to fix it.  All seemed good until about 3 am this morning when his heart stopped completely and his blood pressure dropped to nothing.  Thank God they had him where he was under constant care, had he been in a regular hospital room they would have never even made it to the room to save him.  They hit him repeatedly with the Paddles and they brought him back.  He is in surgery now and it was supposed to be 5 hours.  It took 4 hours and 45 minutes for them to get through the scar tissue.  It will now be another 4 hours to perform the surgery!  My sister, who he is married to is blind!  This caused by a careless doctor who fucked up when she was 18 years old.  When he made her go blind, it was explained to us that "sometimes these things happen".  Nice right? 

With all of this going on, trying to take care of business at home before I leave and still having not packed a damn thing because I can't just fill up my army bag, bungee it to the sissy bar and go!  I have a few piles of shit laid out but keep getting pulled away from getting my shit together.  I guess my life would not be normal if there was not crushing pressure put upon Diane and myself daily.  I am not sure if I would know what to do with a few days of "nothing", but I am going to find out and I will let you know if I am capable of coping with it.  I guess what I am really worried about is being atop a mountain with no phone service and hoping to God that no one needs to reach me in case of an emergency! 

So for all of you attending the BMR, be safe on your journey there and I will see you at the party.  For those of you not attending it, I will do my best to document it for you! 

Keep the t shirt orders coming in while I am gone and I will get them out to you next week when I get back!

Until we see each other on the road,

Keep the wind in your face,
Tits in your back
and The Man off your ass!

Your friend,

Jack Shit

Hey, it keeps me from going to prison!

People always ask me, how I stay calm, cool and relaxed!  How I keep from snapping from under the pressure?  If you ever wanted to know then here is your answer!  Who knows, it may not work forever, but it is working now!

 

Until we see each other on the road,

Keep the wind in your face,

Tits in your back

and The Man off your ass!

 

Your friend,

Jack Shit

Grab that shit and hold on tight!

About 10 years ago now, we lost 13 people in 11 months.  With the first loss, it was mind blowing, then came the second and the fear of "bad things come in threes" set in.  Then the third came.  With the horror of coping with the mourning and sadness of 3 deaths, there was this tiny little bit of relief thinking, well, thank God that's over!  Then came more and more, it was a year that I will never forget as long as I live.  We lost parents and  grandparents, friends lost babies and  children, we lost  friends and brothers, there was no age or type of person spared that year.  I wish that none of you, my friends ever have to experience any thing like this in your life.  It was the saddest, blackest year of my life!  I never knew such pain.  At the end, it just became "normal" to hear of another loss.  I nearly came to expect it.

I believe it was the year Diane was diagnosed as well.  We felt as if we must have done something horribly wrong in a past life and then were set up high just to be knocked down to pay for those past mis deeds.  Of course this was not the case, but it surely felt that way. 

I have never served in the military but I understand brotherhood.  I could never imagine how guys could be shot down next to you and you carry on, how do you push forward rather than kneeling at the side of your dead friend?  That year I learned how.  Not only did I learn that lesson, but I learned what was the most important lesson of my life. 

THERE MAY NEVER BE A TOMORROW....  cherish each and every day.  Don't put off till tomorrow what may bring you joy today.  Cherish your friends, your family and love them with all you can!  At many times, life makes absolutely no sense at all.  The bad things that happen, happen when we least expect it and seemingly when we are least prepared to cope with them, yet they happen none the less and prepared or not, we must deal with them!  There is no rhyme or reason as to why it happens or who it happens to.  It always seems that the greatest of people suffer the most and the scum of the earth seem to coast on through leaving nothing but damage in  their wake and remain unscathed! 

Make the best of every situation, take nothing for granted, love openly, love deeply and make sure you love wisely because death isn't the only horrid pain that you can suffer.  There are times when a broken heart can feel as bad or worse. 

My point in all of this is simple, when you have good around you, grab that shit and hold on tight.  Live each and every day as if it may be your last.  Let the people you love around you know that they are loved and appreciated and respected because God forbid something bad does happen, you will forever regret not saying it more often or ever at all!  To me, there is no worse feeling than the "if only" feeling.  If only I had done this or if only I had said that....  it's tough to swallow and even harder to live with!  So make the best of it all.... NO REGRETS!

GRAB THAT SHIT AND HOLD ON TIGHT!

Until we see each other on the road,

Keep the wind in your face,
Tits in your back
and The Man off your ass!

Your friend,
Jack Shit

IT'S JUST SO HARD TO BELIEVE

I FIND IT SO HARD TO BELIEVE THAT TOMORROW WILL BE TWO YEARS SINCE OUR FAMILY, OUR FRIENDS AND OUR ENTIRE COMMUNITY LOST THE QUEEN OF THE STAMPEDE!

I have made so many new friends over these last two years that a great many of you may not know who Lorri Barisic was.  There are very few regrets in my life that I look back on and say if only things had been different.  One of those regrets was that I did not have more time in my life to get to know this Angel better.  On the flip side of that coin, I think about how lucky I was to have gotten to know her at all!  Lorri was Brother F Bomb's girl of many years.  The relationship they shared was very much like the one I share with Diane.  They spent each and every possible moment together that they could.  Not because they had to, but because they loved to.    When we lost Lorri, the outpouring of love was like nothing that I had ever seen or experienced in my life.  The number of people whose lives she touched was completely mind blowing.  I don't know the number of people who attended her memorial but the phrase "standing room only" really does not even come close to describing the attendance.

In the great many funerals or memorials that I have performed, I had never been touched like I had this day!  People came from every walk of life.  Lorri was the one that everyone in need came to and walked away no longer in need.  When I closed the funeral service I asked all in attendance, before you make a decision, before you make a judgement or before you condemn someone, ask yourself this, W.W.L.D.?  WHAT WOULD LORRI DO?  I think if we took a moment and touched upon some of the "pure" that encompassed her soul, we would each be better people. 

In the photo above was one of Lorri's bikes.  We lost Lorri while she was doing what she loved most.  Lorri was known as the Queen of the Stampede.  You guys know what the Stampede is right?  If not, I'll explain.  The Stampede is a motorcycle race that goes from sea to shining sea more or less.  Coast to coast, California to Rockingham, North Carolina and culminating in a celebration at the Smoke Out East.  Coast to coast, big deal right?  Hell, we can all do that!  Well hang on there for a moment and then factor this in, no windshields or fairings, no suspension in any way shape or form, rigid only, no hard saddlebags, tool boxes only, no rubber mounted engines, sounds a bit harder now don't it?  Well Lorri ran that race and was one of only a few that have ever even tried.  Not only did she run the race but she helped with the organization of it, keeping everyone updated on changes and such and more or less, keeping the whole damn thing together and that is why she was known as THE QUEEN OF THE STAMPEDE!  Sadly, while doing what she loved most, running the Stampede two years ago tomorrow with the love of her life F Bomb, she was run down from behind by several speeding tractor trailers in the middle of the night, in the middle of Oklahoma!  To add insult to horrible injury, this mother fucker that hit her, lied about everything and pretty much just drove away after.  I have never been so blown away by the actions of a police dept. in my life.  I say this to the Oklahoma State Police, FUCK YOU YOU INCOMPETENT FOOLS!  Did you go to the school of investigation online?  I don't want to bring up any thing more in the way anger but wish to remember our friend Lorri as she was, full of love, life and joy!

Since Lorri's passing, brother F Bomb has continued to honor her like nothing I have ever seen in my life.  People speak of a love that never dies, but I get to witness it each time I see brother Bomb!  This guy should have his photo in the dictionary next to the word commitment and while we are at it, put his photo next to the word Heart as well. 

I can't begin to imagine what he has gone through from the moment of the accident right up until today and I hope and pray that I never have to.  I have witnessed grace under pressure like I have never seen in my life while watching this man, my friend grieve and keep the loving memory of the love of his life in our hearts and minds!  God bless you Brother Bomb, you sir are truly class!  I have never in my life witnessed such strength and fortitude! 

Sister Lorri, you will forever be in my heart and on my mind!  Just remember folks, stop and think, W.W.L.D.?  WHAT WOULD LORRI DO?

Until we see each other on the road,

Keep the wind in your face
Tits in your back
and The Man off your ass!

Your friend,
Jack Shit

What the hell did I ever do to deserve this?

I love this photo!  This was taken quite a few years ago now but still makes me smile when I see it.  It's weird to be known as the weenie King and Queen....  It takes some time to get use to people pointing to your wife and saying "hey, that's the Weenie Queen"!  Even though we have not competed in any bike rodeo events in a long time now, SHE WILL FOREVER BE, My Weenie Queen!  Only one time ever, 4weeks  after I had major reconstructive surgery on my left wrist, the wrist that now 11 years later I still wear a wrist brace on daily, did we not WIN FIRST PLACE in the Weenie Bite!  Because of my injury and the fact that I was in a hard cast, sadly, we came in SECOND PLACE!  It was mortifying and I apologized to Diane profusely for letting her down.  She laughed at me and called me a retart.  She said with one arm, we came in second", I said "no, with one arm we came in first loser"!  I gave her my word and said we will never lose again, and we never did!  These days, there are few things that I look back on in that decade of RUNNIN AND GUNNIN that brings me much in the way of warm memories or joy but photos like these, when they pop up certainly do!

We would attend events and they would begin the bike rodeo games and the group holding the event would ask us to hang back a bit till people lined up for the games.  Really?  Why?  Because as soon as you guys pull up, half the people pull away.  So we would wait before going to get our bike, then we would ride up late, just as they had asked and you know what?  They still pulled away anyway!  I think what I love most about this and so many of the photos that we have like this and believe me we have them, hell, we have them poster size, are the looks on the faces of the people in the crowd when Diane would "BITE THAT WEENIE".  I would tell you the secret of how to win this event, but even though we are currently "in retirement", she still says maybe one day, we will return and does not want to give away our secrets!  I always said I'd be no good without her on the back and she always says that I keep stopped in one place under that weenie without putting my feet down that she could put a napkin around her neck, put condiments on it and toast the bun before she ever had to bite it!  I've got a great girl!  Wait, scratch that, I have the greatest girl!

It seems that no matter what I find myself involved in, no matter what trouble I get myself in to or no matter what stupid shit I pull, she is without a second thought right by my side.  Like here for example.  We were in Puerto Penasco, or Rocky Point, Mexico for the Rocky Point Rally.  Let me begin by saying two things, first and foremost, they make REALLY BIG AND REALLY INEXPENSIVE Margaritas there and second, it had gotten a bit chilly down by the water.  The wind was blowing hard that day and I found myself having a really cold left side of my cheek and because she was standing next to me, the opposite side of her cheek had gotten pretty cold too.  "Wait, I have an idea I said to get our faces warmed up", a look of shock came across her face because not only did she know that I had just spent 13 bucks on those drinks, those 6 drinks but she knew damn well how my brain works!  She could see me waving her over and signaling to bring the camera.  I had negotiated ear and face warmers with another person in the bar.  Needless to say, her face got warm and red, but she didn't let me down.  She got right in the pic, fully knowing that a great photo is a great photo and you never know when you will capture another!  So after a big long sip through the straw of her 2.5 gallon tequila fish bowl of a drink she joined on in.  I can tell you this, from this moment on, neither her ear or cheek, nor mine were ever cold again on this trip.  Well, in case this ever happens to you, allow me to show you the fail safe way to get yourself warm.  I hope it works as well for you as it did for us.

The only trouble that she did have was a crick in her neck from when that 11 pound boob fell to hard against her neck and shoulder!  Like I said, I pull her in to a great deal of shit that most others would just tell me to stop it, or drop dead or I'M LEAVING YOU, but not my girl, not my partner in crime!  My Weenie Queen is the Shit.... well, the Mrs. Shit actually!

Once while we were still pretty young, we were down in Daytona for Bike Week and a buddy had blown his tranny.  When I got that call, I immediately thought of his bike, but now that I know the guy better, I should have really asked, What kind of Tranny did you blow?  But since we are friends till the end, we rolled that bike down in to the underground garage and strapped the bike head on to concrete pillar and proceeded to rip the bike apart.  Instead of bailing on him and saying good luck, we all just hung out while three guys put this piece of shit back together.  After an hour or two, I felt terrible for my girl and I said let's go.  We can't leave them she said from her huge heart.  Leave them, we ain't going nowhere, get on the bike, you want to learn to ride?  REALLY?  HOW?  So I put her on the front of my bike and we rode around the underground parking garage.  We rode through parked cars and trailers (it was a bike event so of course it was filled with trailers) and each time it got to hard, too scary or too stupid, she would lean down on the tank and I would grab the bars.  She worked the back brake and shifted and when we got straightened out, she re took the controls.  Till this day, Diane is the only one I have ever heard of learning to ride, two up, on a bike that she could not touch the ground on, in an underground parking garage!  It wasn't long after that, I didn't get to ride on the back any longer and ladies, those of you who ride, you know what was coming next, yes you got it;

So this was her second bike in this pic.  It seems that living an unconventional life comes with a cost.  In our case I had gotten in a really bad crane accident and money was really tight!  So for the second time I sold her bike to help pay the bills.  Was she sad?  She sure was, but just said, "one day, I'll get another".  That was it.  That day is very close now and I will begin to write that story soon but for now, you will just have to wait. 

Like I said, there is usually not a thing that I will ask her to do that even though she may be disgusted by it, or think it to be really stupid, she puts a smile on and does it.  For example, I wanted her to send out notes back home to some friends we had lost touch with and I just wanted it to say, THINKING OF YOU or WE MISS THE SHIT OUT OF YOU and include this photo!

She put up about a ten second argument and then just hopped on the bowl.  She would not however take her pants down for the shot.  I said what's the big deal babe, you have a great body.  She said that is not the problem.  Well what is?  Did you see those scumbag workers who used this before they took it out of the house, well my ass ain't touching this thing!  Who was I to argue with that?  I had seen the workers and I didn't want to stand next to it and pee for fear of catching some God awful 3rd world disease!

I truly don't know what I did to ever deserve this angel being in my life, more of a question is I don't know what I ever did to keep her in my life but she is still by my side and she loves the hell out of me.  What got me writing this blog tonight was thinking of how bad she has it at times.  No matter what ever happens, she always says that if the day comes, we will always have our memories and we have made many!  Last night, as is every Monday night is "shot night".  Those of you who don't know, Diane has suffered from Multiple Sclerosis for just about 11 years now, give or take and no matter what or how she is feeling, she is always the one trying to keep my spirits up.  Can you imagine that, she tries to keep my spirits up?  What a saint.  She puts nearly everyone before herself and she is amazing.  For the last 5 weeks, she has had no bad reaction to her shot.  The medicine is so horrible that is causes a combination of the worst hangover you have ever had and at the very same time, the worst flu you have ever had and her legs feel like they are being burned and crushed at the same time.  Her body temps goes up around 103 or higher, it is just a terrible thing to go through and even harder to see some one you love go through it and all you can do is wrap your arms around her and hold on!  After 2+ years of this happening every Monday night, the reactions went away.  After the third week I was amazed, after 4 shocked and after 5 I thought they were gone forever!  Well last night I was proven way fucking wrong!  The reaction hit hard again and it was heart wrenching.  If I had one wish, I would wish that I could take the reaction away and suffer it myself but we all know that can't happen!  I got to thinking about what an inspiration she is to so many and how through my writing and sharing her experiences with the world, she has touched so many more that she has never even met. 

Every Tuesday, my mailbox, FB wall and email is full of people asking about how she is doing.  I get messages telling me how she has inspired them to look at the good in the world instead of the bad.  How she has inspired them while suffering with their own diseases to keep up the good fight no matter how hard.  She is truly the most amazing woman that I have ever met in my life and I thank God each day that I have her in my life.  I am still waiting though, after 25 years for her to say, baby, it's three way night, but hey, I can't have it all right?  Well just like she never gives up hope, neither will I!  What sucks is that she is so damn good looking that all the girls always hit on her and it just makes it torturous for me!  So I say this to you, if something hits your life like a ton of bricks, don't panic, stay strong and fight the good fight and use Diane as your inspiration, because I use her as mine!

Until we see each other on the road,

Keep the wind in your face,
Tits in your back
and The Man off your ass!

Your friend,
Jack Shit

They say that love stinks

They say that love stinks but I'm not really sure. Once you find it it is hard to make it go away!!! Well unless of course;

I GOT BLOWN IN LAUGHLIN ! ! !

It's been nearly a week since Laughlin ended and typically I would have already written about it by now.  I have been so jammed up busy that this is the very first chance I have.  Normally I keep notes or make audio clips of things I don't want to forget, but in this case, the things I am going to write about are not easily forgotten.  Some of the things I am going to tell you about, I honestly had to stop and think hard about writing because once you put something out in to the world, there is no taking it back.  Once you have pissed someone off, the opposite can only be pissing someone on, or better yet, pissing on someone and I have made the decision that it must be done!  As you guys no, I try to never hold back unless it is hurtful, I try not to ever hurt any one's feelings unless they deserve it and even then I think twice about it.  You also know that I am brutally honest, so my not telling you how I feel would in a sense be lying to you and I swore I would never do that.  Before we get in to the ugly of the event, first allow me to share the good.

A few months ago, my new friend, Lucky Laurie had sent me a message about using some of her space in Laughlin to stock and sell some Jack Shit shirts.  My first thought was, oh hell yeah, but then reality hit me.  Those booths at huge rallies cost a lot of money!  If I am going to take up space at one of those booths with my product, it would only be fair that I kick in for the cost, right?  Well that is just something that I could not afford to do.  I sent her a note back and graciously declined.  I told her that there is only so much money to be made on t-shirts and with the cost of me getting there and kicking her back some cash from the shirts and finding a place to stay, it would at best be a break even proposition for me.  It wasn't but a few days when I received another message from Ms. Laurie.  Either she had read my blog post about where the money from the shirts go, or someone told her that the money goes to taking care of Diane's medicine and shit and that is pretty much what the note said, she knows where the money goes and she doesn't want any of it, to get my ass to Laughlin and don't worry about a thing!  HOLY SHIT REALLY?  Wow, what a classy move!  Each time that I begin to lose faith in humanity, someone like Laurie steps up and does something wonderful and gives me hope again!  I was going to pack up the shirts in to a big ass army bag, strap it to the sissy bar on the knuck and make a mad dash for Nevada, or so I thought!  The noise coming from the bottom end of the knuck motor was horrible and the fxrs was not up and running.  I managed to get the fxrs up and running but the idea of a 600 mile shakedown run across the 100 degree desert did not sound like the smartest move on my part.  Finally, two nights before, I said FUCK IT!  I really did, I said it out loud, FUCK IT, I'm doing it anyway!  That is when we realized that the bike I had purchased months before was unregistered and now the TITLE WAS GONE!  No where to be found, it had grown legs and like Elvis, it had left the building!  For the first time in my life, I would be attending a major motorcycle event without a bike and it hurt.  It hurt my heart, my ego and my pride!  I would be attending the Laughlin River Run, in a Ford truck!  I have never in my life cancelled a date, an event or a show and I was not about to break this commitment now!

My biggest fear was where the hell was I going to park a truck?  The stars had lined up and as I pulled in to the Pioneer Hotel's vending area, I was able to park 2 spots away from the vending tent!  This could only work out better if I had a place to stay.  I went up with absolutely no place to stay in a town of thousands of hotel rooms and they were all sold out!

As it turns out, the Pioneer had not put much effort in to "their event area" this year.  At night because of the bull riding and the mud wrestling they drew a decent crowd, but, during the day, while all the other vendor areas were packed, the Pioneer was like a ghost town!  People still stopped in to say hello and since the folks that I was working with had such honest and fair prices, they were still able to do some business, thank God!  Laurie and her man were smart and rather than go away and leave their daughter at home, they did the right thing and brought that lil angel with them.  I never once heard this kid complain, about anything!  On the rare occasion that they had to leave the tent, I stuck around to make sure nothing happened to her and I have to tell you, unlike most miserable asshole kids these days, she was the total opposite.  She said hello to each and every single person who walked by!  At one point, another vendor came over and was trying to hammer her for a discount and when she asked how much of a discount he wanted, he said 100%, I want it for free.  Well, that was it, this girl didn't budge on her price and in the end, she closed the sale and didn't take one red cent off the price, this girl has a future in sales, she was a beast of a negotiator!

They had spent all day Wednesday and part of Thursday setting up the booth and it looked great.  Well laid out, good design and they even had the forethought of bringing these kick ass chairs for exhausted husbands to sit in while their ol ladies shopped.... smooth move!  By the time Friday came, business began to pick up and so did the wind.  By Friday night, we were experiencing gust of 60 mph.  At 1am on Saturday morning, we had to break down the entire booth for fear that we would come back in the morning and everything would be gone.  Metal racks were attached to the main poles of the tent and they were just snapping loose!  I boxed up all the Shit shirts and put them in the back of the truck because I just could not afford to have them blown all over Nevada by morning!  That night Griz and company offered a spot to sleep atop a mountain in a pop up camper, sounds like a great idea right?  A good night's sleep in the fresh air, how perfect.  Virtually no noise and total privacy, what could possibly be better?  Well allow me to make a fucking list!  First and foremost, did you know that the wind on top of a mountain blows much harder than the wind on the bottom of the mountain?  No?  Yeah, neither did I!  I swear to God, at one point around 4 am I said to Griz, "dude, WE ARE UP ON ONE WHEEL"!  I swear I thought the top of the entire pop up was going to rip clean off.  Second, and my friends forgot to mention this in their invitation to me to come and stay with them and imagine hearing this moments before you try to drift off to sleep.  Oh yeah Jack, on the way in, we were given this paper, on the paper it said, "WE HAVE YET TO CAPTURE THE MOUNTAIN LION AS OF YET", "PLEASE USE CAUTION WHEN OUT DOORS"!  When outdoors?  We are camping, IT'S ALL FUCKING OUTDOORS!!!  "Be careful if you have to go out to piss man, watch your ass"!  These are last words I never want to hear again! 

On Saturday morning, I returned to the Pioneer parking lot fully expecting to see the tent closed down and packed up and my friends having given up.  I did not find that.  They got up early and did the very best that they could do to "re-open" what they had worked so hard on setting up and they did a pretty damn good job.  By Saturday morning, the wind had died down to gusts of only 40 mph so most of the tent had to remain buttoned up and people were walking in I think just to see what was hidden in that "secret tent".  I ended up moving a bunch of shirts and since the weather report had said it was going to be "beautiful", I was able to move quite a few Hoodies on Friday and Saturday night as most didn't even bring jackets.  So I guess, thank you Mother Nature!

I thought I would throw in a few pics of friends old and new grabbing up some of the I KNOW JACK SHIT WEAR, obviously, these fine folks have amazing fashion sense.  So by now you are probably thinking, this don't sound so terrible, the opening of this post seemed pretty harsh, are you this angry about a little bit of wind Jack?  NO I AM NOT! 

On Thursday night, I went up and met some friends at the Loser's lounge up the strip.  Diane was having all kinds of computer trouble so I spent most of that time out in the Keno room trying to walk her through fixing it.  My battery was about to die so I began my mile trek back down the road to the hotel so I could at least plug the phone in if she needed me.  If you haven't been to Laughlin in a while or never, they local police dept. is not real big so they bring in the Las Vegas metro police.  It is like a small military unit coming in to town and they act exactly like one.  I guess one could argue that since the shoot out at Harahs casino that they have to be there like that but as I understand it, it was like that long before any thing bad ever happened.  Also, the more cops you have, the more tickets you can write and the more arrests you can make and the more money rolls in to the town!  BONUS I GUESS!  Before I go any further, understand this, I am not a cop hater!  Nearly every male in my family was either a cop or a fireman so I know cops and how they think and are supposed to act.  While walking down the strip, I saw cop after cop after cop screaming down the road with lights and sirens on!  They would go sliding in to the driveway of the Aquarius Casino.  You would have thought some major battle was under way.  I was walking and on the phone with Diane and told her what was up, she said, "stay away from it", but I could not!  I had to see what horrible tragedy would require 20 police man to go blazing through town, through lights and around traffic like that, I just had to!  Well I got down to the entrance of the casino where I saw one, yes ONE, Hispanic man in handcuffs against a car.  About 30 feet away were a few Mongols with a few prospects and hang arounds.  To the best of my knowledge, they were not involved in this, but I don't know.  None of the police were speaking to any of them?  I was so damn thirsty from my walk and so bummed out that I had gone this far and nothing was going on, I went in to the casino and got a drink.  There was nothing going on in there either, so I took my drink out the front door of the hotel.  Now this is where the story goes straight to hell!  As I walked out, I see this pretty attractive, fit, girl and her boyfriend or husband in the driveway.  There are cameras everywhere, after all, it is a casino!  As I walk out the door, she punches him right in the face and his hat goes to the ground.  He bends over and picks it up.  I guess upon seeing that he didn't react, she hit him again and again, over and over with a closed fist in the face and head!  Now there has to be 35 cops 50 feet away and they are so concerned about the one person that these heroes arrested that they pay no attention to the poor guy getting his ass beat.  The guy stands with his arms locked down at his sides and only moves to pick up his hat each time she knocks it off!  Shot after shot in the face and he does nothing.  He can see all of the police a short distance away and must figure that any moment, they will come over and stop her, he does nothing to defend himself!  This had to go on for 5 or 7 minutes, it's hard to tell.  I just walked away shaking my head.  Well the harder she beat him, finally drew a reaction from the crowd and with each punch in the face, a roar came and another punch in the face and another roar.  It must have been 5 or 6 real loud roars from the crowd, finally one of the now massive group of cops noticed.  After a few more roars, they began running towards the couple.  The guy still standing with his arms locked at his sides.  A pack of cops ran towards him and I thought, Jesus Christ, finally this guy will stop getting pummeled!  Boy was I wrong!  The amazing heroes of the Las Vegas Metro Police put this guy to the ground so hard that when he hit the ground it sounded like a cinder block being dropped off of a house!  WAIT A MINUTE HERE, THIS GUYS IS GETTING HIS ASS BEAT and now he is getting it from the cops?  They handled him like he was a piece of shit.  The girl, treated much differently of course.  So both are handcuffed and her drunk ass is gingerly taken towards the now huge pack of police cars and of course, THE MONSTER is walked over being man handled real rough.  Usually it takes some time for bruises to form, a mouse to form under an eye or an eye to close from being hit, but as this guy walked to the cop cars, you could see how badly he had been beaten!  If nothing else, man oh man could that chick throw a punch!  I could not believe what I had just witnessed!  This victim of repeated assault was just assaulted again by the police.    It was not like they were called to a domestic disturbance and had no idea what they were getting in to.  While on their 50 - 75 foot run towards the couple, they could see that the guy was in know way even attempting to defend himself yet they put him to the ground like an animal! 

I began to walk towards the cops to ask them what the hell was wrong with them and a woman security guard from the casino lot grabbed me and said, "don't do it honey", "they will arrest you as fast as they just did him", "Metro has ruined this event"!  I stopped and said that it was okay, I was not drunk or anything and she shook her head and said "sweetie, it won't matter to them"!  IT WON'T MATTER TO THEM?  What kind of shit is that?  I took her advice and stood there dumbfounded!  I could not believe what I just witnessed.  I in-fact just witnessed two separate assaults and it was disgraceful!  At one point on Thursday night at the Pioneer Hotel parking lot, there were actually more cops on the property than there were people!  I understand the need for security but what I don't understand is the need for intimidation and I guess I never will!  They were so amped up and ready to go that I feared that I would be taken down for jay walking!  So when I say there was good and bad about this trip, now you know what I mean.  I have never seen the run so dead.  The people were all in town, but Casino Drive, which you would liken to Main Street in Daytona where people run hot rods and bikes up and down, it's a real see and be seen type of atmosphere, was absolutely empty.  The entire fun of the event is sitting alongside the road and people watching and on this weekend, there was none to be had!  I GUESS NO BODY WANTED TO GO TO JAIL FOR ROLLING THROUGH A CROSSWALK! 

In the end, I got to see friends that I hadn't seen in a while, I got to meet people that I have only known on line and I made new friends that I didn't even know yet and that part was great.

That's my 20 year old nephew who built this shovel as his first bike and rode all the way to Laughlin on it and picked up all the pieces that fell off along the way, way to go Jay Bird!

So next time you are at bike event and you see a booth called WHAT'S BETWEEN YOUR LEGS, make sure you stop in and say hello, they are fantastic people, just don't try and negotiate with their daughter she is tough as nails and tell them your friend Jack Shit sent ya! 

Will I be at Laughlin River Run next year?  Probably?  I'll just try to be extra careful not get beat up by a girl, I understand there are harsh penalties for that!

Until we see each other on the road,

Keep the wind in your face,
Tits in your back
and The Man off your ass!

Your friend,
Jack Shit

DON'T MISS OUT ON THIS OR YOU WILL REGRET IT!

THIS IS IT FOLKS, THE FINAL DAY OF THE JEWELRY RAFFLE.  GET YOU LAST MINUTE ORDERS IN BY MIDNIGHT, ARIZONA TIME TO GET IN RAFFLE.  YOUR SHIRTS DON'T HAVE TO BE DELIVERED TO YOU TO WIN.  ALL TICKET NUMBERS RECORDED ON THIS END.  THIS IS YOUR VERY LAST CHANCE TO GET GREAT SHIRTS AND A CHANCE TO WIN SOME GORGEOUS BRACELETS!  GOOD LUCK TO ALL WHO HAVE ALREADY ENTERED AND THOSE YET TO ENTER, YOU BETTER HURRY!

UPDATED SINCE ORIGINAL POST - UPDATED SINCE ORIGINAL POST

I have to tell you that photos do not do this jewelry justice!  Ladies, do you want one of these?  Guys, do you want to get one of these for your girl?  Do you want one of these and not have to pay for it, yeup, for FREE?  Yeah, I thought that would grab your attention!

The above paragraph was how this blog post was originally posted but now, the ante has been upped.  That second photo is the men's Zack bracelet and let me tell you, it is bad ass.  I have the very same thing but rather than it be the bracelet, I have it as a necklace!  You are going to want to keep on reading this blog because now you can get both for FREE!
Here is the deal....  every single time we go out to a bike event, my beautiful wife gets asked two questions and they both start with OH MY GOD!  Oh my God, that shirt is unbelievable, where did you get it?  They are asking about the I know Jack Shit Shirts and the other question starts OH MY GOD, where did you get that bracelet?  That is the coolest thing I have ever seen!  It truly is beautiful, they both are!  The shirts, not so much beautiful, but cool as shit! 

The bracelets are made by a dear friend of ours, she is known everywhere as Chopper Doll, but her name is Daisy and she is truly a kind soul!  You must know Chopper Doll by now, but if you don't, maybe a highly detailed photo of her will help you remember her.  Well you tell me, do you know this woman? 

and as you can see, she is one of us!

Of course you do!  Okay, I'm just screwing with you but, really, I'm not!  A few weeks ago, I got a phone call from Daisy and she had an amazing idea.  I listened as she told it to me and I must tell you that I was speechless!  She owns a company called Lolasboutique2u.com and she makes these amazing bracelets and other kick ass jewelry.  As a matter of fact, if you guys saw those videos that I posted in the last few days, the necklace that I am wearing was made by her.  Everyone loves it and so many people have asked me where I got it and what it's made of, I just point them her way.

Many of you know but some may not, the proceeds from my shirt sales go to helping us pay for the massive cost of my angel of a wife's Multiple Sclerosis treatments, testing and meds.  At this point, obviously I don't sell enough shirts to come close to covering the cost but I have to say that thanks to your support and your love for these shirts, it sure helps us out!  So what was Chopper Doll's idea?  I'll say this, it is a great one.  Ms. Daisy offered me something that blew me away.  Her idea was this;  how about for a set period of time, each and every single person who purchases an I know Jack Shit shirt gets entered in to a drawing and at the end of that set period of time, a winner will be pulled from those entries and that winner will be the lucky winner of one of these stunning bracelets!  It takes a great deal to make this loud mouth speechless, but this surely did it!  These bracelets are not cheap to make and her offer hit me straight in the heart!  Thank you so very much Ms. Daisy, I am touched!  SO THAT IS WHAT WE ARE GOING TO DO!  I am going to set up a page, attached to this blog that will allow you folks to order shirts, right through pay pal and you will still be able to hit me up directly on FaceBook and order them as well, the same way we have always done! 

So give me a few days to get my act together and if you have any questions, any at all please don't hesitate to reach out to either of us!  Jewelry questions or t shirt questions or hey how the hell are you questions.  If you got questions, we got answers! 

So on behalf of myself and my amazing wife Diane, I want to thank the one and only Chopper Doll for being so kind and generous to us!  Now it is up to you!  Do you want to do a good thing and at the very least get a bad ass shirt and best case, get a bad ass shirt and an even more bad ass, one of a kind piece of jewelry? 

I plan to fill out an entry form for each and every person who purchases a shirt.  If you purchase more than one as so many of you do, then you will get an entry for each shirt you purchase.  If you purchase hoodies, then you will get two entries in the contest.  I will at the very least, video the pulling of the winning entry and if I can figure out how to do it, broadcast it live.  That I have yet to figure out but I have some pretty smart friends!  So all that is left now is to get a final count on the shirts that I have in stock and fill in the void of sizes that have been sold out.  So go to http://www.lolasboutique2u.com/ and check out the sick stuff that Chopper Doll makes and I will let you all know the date that we start the contest!  Now some of you will say, Jack Shit, I just ordered a shirt today, or yesterday, do I lose out on this?  NO, YOU DO NOT!  If you purchased a shirt this week, you will be entered in to the contest, GRANDFATHER CLAUSE'D IN, if you will!  So don't worry.  Keep the orders coming and I'll give you an official start date.  We should be up and ready for this by Monday. 

So again, it won't matter if you are man, woman or child, if you buy a ladies tank, a men's t or a hoodie, they all count!  Guys, if you order a shirt, you can just give me the person's name you would like to enter if you don't have a girl.  This may be your chance to blow that lady's mind that you have been trying to impress!

Remember, no matter what life throws your way, take it head on and keep up the good fight no matter what.  You will find that you are stronger for it and your strength will help to inspire others to fight or do good deeds, people will see the fire that you posses!  No matter what bad tricks the Universe plays with you and your loved ones lives, face it with your chin down and your knuckles up.  My wife Diane is an inspiration to so many because no matter what, no matter how bad she feels, she never shows it and she always puts others first and that is just incredible.  You guys have sent so much love our way and I will never forget it!  I think that the key, no matter what you are facing is to keep up your sense of humor!  Laugh at anything that you can, find humor in things that may make you want to cry and try your damnedest to bring a smile to some one's face!  Never ever, let them get you down.....  These poor bastards didn't even know she was fucking with them.....

SO NOW IN CLOSING, WIN OR LOSE THE RAFFLE, YOU WILL STILL WIN!  I HAVE SOLD A GREAT DEAL OF THESE SHIRTS ALL AROUND THE WORLD NOW AND EVERY SINGLE PERSON WHO HAS GOTTEN ONE HAS FLIPPED OVER THEM.  The shirts are top quality and a separate page to order them will be attached to the blog itself!  The page is being set up as we speak and you will be able to just pay with your pay pal acct. right there without any hassle at all.  You can still pay with check or money order, it just takes a bit longer to finish the entire process!  FOR MY PART, I ASK ONLY ONE THING AND I HAVE HAD THIS RULE SINCE I BEGAN MAKING THE SHIRTS, WHEN YOU GET THEM, YOU HAVE GOT TO TAKE A PHOTO IN IT AND SEND IT MY WAY FOR THE ALBUM!

IF YOU GO TO MY FACEBOOK PAGE  JACK SCHIT, (I ADDED THE "C" TO GET PAST THE AUTOMATED CENSORS) AND LOOK AT MY ALBUMS, there are two now that are titled FRIENDS WITH THEIR I KNOW JACK SHIT SHIRTS and you can check them out for yourself!  GOOD LUCK WITH THE RAFFLE!
Until we see each other on the road,

Keep the wind in your face,
Tits in your back
and The Man off your ass!

Your Friend,
Jack Shit

I'm Boiling Mad

I sat down on the couch tonight to finally put my thoughts about my Laughlin River Run trip in to words and share some pics that I took.  Photos of friends that I had just made, friends that I had just finally gotten to meet, etc, but I don't think that is going to happen tonight!  The longer I sit here, the more angry I get!  These last two days should be days of great celebration in America and for a brief moment it began that way.  When I heard the news that the world's greatest piece of shit had been killed by the greatest soldiers on earth I had an overwhelming wave of feelings come over me.  I felt relief that this man could never again inspire hatred, relief that this man could never again plot or plan to hurt another human being again, relief that not one of our soldiers had been hurt or killed while putting their very lives on the line to take this scum bag out and relief that the hunt was over.  I felt joy in knowing that he would never take a breath of fresh air from a world that he poisoned.  I felt sadness as well.  I was sad for the families of the victims of 9/11.  Sad you ask?  Why?  I should feel happy for them that they will finally have some closure and for that I do.  What I feel sad for them about is that once again this tragedy has been brought to the forefront of their every thought and how they must be reliving the tragic events of that day and of those days that followed!  I understand that this is life as we now know it in a post 9/11 world and that is not really what has gotten me so very angry!

The first and most obvious thing to me and what took a little edge off of the joy that I felt in learning of Bin Laden's death was when I heard where this mother fucker was hiding!  He was not hiding in a cave in some area of the world that even God had forgotten, but in a million dollar home 3000 feet away from the equivalent of our West Point Military Academy for what could possibly be up to 6 years!  6 fucking years?  While we are giving hundreds of millions if not BILLIONS of dollars of not only mine and yours, but the tax dollars taken from the families of the victims themselves to pay this horrid country to hide this terrorist!  There is part of me that would not even for one single moment be shocked that we in fact in the end actually paid for the construction of the hideout itself!  I DO NOT CARE WHAT ANY ONE SAYS, I WILL NOT BELIEVE THAT THEY WERE NOT HIDING HIM!  There is a well known statement, Three can keep a secret if two are dead.  The truth will come out and when it does, Pakistan should be treated the same way we would treat any other nation that harbours terrorists!  The same rules apply!  But no!  We can't do that because we may hurt their feelings and they may not help us in our WAR ON TERROR.  Help us?  What the fuck have they done for us?  In my eyes they have proven just the opposite, that not only have they not helped us, but in fact they have hurt us!  I think of all the soldiers from America and other great nations who have joined in the fight and the hunt to find Bin Laden and who lost their lives or limbs and given up all they have back at home.  Some have lost everything and for what?  It was all a sham, a scam and a big fucking joke.  While this guy sat and drank his favorite drinks, COKE AND PEPSI, yes, it's a fact, in his million dollar home in Pakistan, our kids were dying and looking for him in Afghanistan based on the info we were getting from OUR DEAR FRIEND, Pakistan!  If it were up to me and when I say me, I mean we, WE THE PEOPLE, I would demand that all funding, all aid, all business, ALL EVERYTHING be stopped immediately to Pakistan!  It's over!  You have betrayed our trust and our generosity and you will no longer be rewarded for it, you are done!  Everyone will cry out, but they are a nuclear nation!  Well they are not a long range nuke nation, so make them well aware that if so much as one weapon is pointed at any of our interests or allies, they will be promptly wiped from the face of this earth.  I have said it before and I will say it again, ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!

I could go on and on about that but I will stop because I am only getting crazier as I type this.  Let me tell you what else has taken away from the joy of having Bin Laden's lights put out.  All the drama that has come since his wonderful demise!  Even I will admit that the other night, while watching the President give his speech about the events that had happened only hours before, I was finally relieved to see this phony act "PRESIDENTIAL"!  I thought to myself and even said it aloud, "it's about damn time".  I could even in the moment understand him giving thanks to Pakistan.  Well that was until the truth began to rise to the surface.  The story that came out of the White House was a powerful one and a detailed one!  But now, the power has been lost and all the details seem to be changing.  Not even the White House can tell the same story twice about the details of the events that have taken place.  THE MOST TRANSPARENT GOVERNMENT IN THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD!  Isn't that what we were promised?  So not only are we being lied to about all of the bad things going on here in America, we are now being lied to about the good things that we should be so happy about!  We are told that Bin Laden was not even a Muslim but someone who "hijacked" the  peaceful religion in a way to spread terror, so we should not judge or hold a grudge against Muslims.  Then we kill him and our sailors are forced to give him the "ULTIMATE MUSLIM FUNERAL SERVICE"!  They had to do it all right on down to the very last perfect detail.  This murderer was given a 45 minute funeral service that was translated in to Arabic on a U.S. Aircraft Carrier by American soldiers, many of whom joined the military only after the very attack that he was the master mind of!  So I ask, was he a Muslim or not?  From what our President has said over and over again in the past, he was not, yet our President ordered this service to be performed.  I don't know folks, something is rotten here.

Now the thing that has made me the most angry.  Once again, we can not get a straight answer from our leaders.  Do we show the photo of him dead or not?  We were told that when Saddam's sons were killed that their photos had to be shown for it is the only way that the Muslim world would accept that they were truly dead and that no mis information could be spread.  That is what was done and that was it.  His own people shot video of and aired his very own execution.  Yet we are told that if the photo is shown it would enrage the Muslim world.  Well, which is it?  They have to be shown the photo so that they remain calm on one hand but on another they can't be shown a photo because it will enrage them?  ONCE AGAIN, I CALL BULLSHIT!  Once again, our leaders are more worried about what people who hate us with a passion that will last three life times will think of us and don't care what it's own citizens want.  Then we are told that the photo is too disturbing and graphic for anyone to see.  Was it not graphic and disturbing to see our American soldiers dragged through the streets and murdered in Somalia or was it not too graphic when they beheaded Daniel Pearlman from the Wall Street Journal for trying to interview one of these evil fucks?  I guess it was not too graphic, disturbing or horrible for them to air repeatedly, over and over on television in the middle east right?  But we can't show one single still photo of THEIR GUY!  I am so sick and tired of our government  making decisions that will inevitably effect each and every single one of us, based on fear of what some one who is not a citizen of this country "may" think.  The key word there being "may" think, they are not even sure.  I am sick of Obama's apology tour!  I am sick and tired of him telling the world that he is sorry for all that we have ever done.  There are 190 countries in the world and we give money and or aid to 160 of them and you know what?  THEY STILL HATE US!  The Muslim world does not recognize sensitivity, what they recognize and respect is strength!  SO LET'S SHOW THEM STRENGTH!  Post the photo and show them that if you perform an act of terror against any citizen of this country THIS IS WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO YOU!  Plain and simple, this will be your fate, no matter the time or the distance, you will pay the ultimate price.  I hear the argument that it is too much to see the photo.  That we can't handle it, it is just too graphic.  Yet our soldiers are forced to see this each and every single day in real life as their friends are blown to pieces while standing next to them!  Our kids play video games that are mind blowing and when the newest and the most gorey horror film comes out, people line up to get in to see it.  Yet once again, our government wants to treat us all as little children who are incapable of making adult decisions and therefore they must be made for us, for our own good!  I am sick of it!  ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!

The way I look at this whole photo debacle is this way.  Imagine if you would, the family of a victim of a crime.  The criminal is caught, charged, tried, convicted and sentenced to death!  After all appeals are exhausted, the date is set for the execution.  Some of those victims or members of the victim's family will want to be present to witness the execution.  They will need it to have closure and they attend.  Other members or victims will find some comfort in knowing that the execution is taking place and they don't need to witness it!  The thing is though, they are given the choice.  They are allowed as adult, free people, to choose for themselves, what they feel is best for themselves!  To me, it is just that simple.  We are a free nation of free people and being able to make free decisions without government interference, to me is an inalienable right!  I don't need any person making decisions that are best for me, much less some group of career politicians who will make that decision not based on what is good for me, but inevitably, what will be good for them in the end!  I am sick of it, ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!  I could go on and on about each and every little detail of this entire situation but I won't.  I will however end it on this thought.

Not once, not one single solitary time has our President, not even on the anniversary of 9/11 gone and visited the world trade center, not one fucking time.  But now, coming up on an election, he is now going to place a wreath there and had the audacity to ask George Bush to take part in it!  ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?  Does he think that we Americans are so stupid that we do not see this for what it is?  He is turning both a horrible tragedy and cause for great celebration in to a political sham!  Now all of a sudden he is going to appear at the World Trade Center and is NOW FINALLY going to meet with the families of the victims.  Well not exactly... the details of who will be allowed in to "meet with him" have yet to be released but I can bet you this; there will be not one member of a victim's family who opposed the building of the Mosque at ground zero.  There will not be one member of a family allowed there who is on "one of his lists" to attend the "meeting".  I am willing to bet damn near anything on this!  We as a nation have cause to both mourn and celebrate at the very same time.  Let's not make this about politics!  Please, I beg, don't use these victims and their families like pawns in your next campaign!  If you cared so much about them and the events of 9/11, why then have you refused for 2.5 years to even so much as meet with any of them much less visit the site of ground zero?  Someone answer that for me please? 

I'm sorry, I am sure this wasn't entertaining, but I needed to vent it somewhere and maybe open up some closed eyes or minds.

Until we see each other on the road,

Keep the wind in your face,
Tits in your back
and The Man off your ass!

Your friend,
Jack Shit

Conspiracy Theorists, this is for you!

It's not too often that I post up videos, I just usually rant and rave about shit through my writings. I have been so jammed up recently and since I no longer have a charger for my lap top computer ( the little woman chopped it in half while closing a recliner), even though I pleaded with her to check each time before she did it, I was unable to travel with my computer. I did however have my phone, a piece of shit droid and I thought well I can get online with that and load up pics and vids from there. Typically that would be true, but of course my phone from hell, decided on it's own that the camera app would no longer work! I was forced to just shoot with my digital camera and post up later.

Yesterday and earlier today, I put up two videos because I had no way to write to you fine folks and I was getting a lot of messages both here on the blog and on facebook and email wondering if I was okay and messages from people telling me that they can't go to sleep without reading the blog or that their morning coffee was just not the same without it! I loaded up a few videos thinking it would just let you know that I was alive and well! Oddly enough, people loved them. Today, through facebook and email, I received messages that said they loved the videos and that I should post more and to especially make more when I am going on one of my rants! I had been told since I began the blog to include video and I just never thought it made much sense, but I understand now. So your voices have been heard and I will change up the format here and mix it up a bit more for you.

With regard to the previous videos, some of you fuckers actually sent me messages saying that it did look like I was really going bald and now they know why I wear the bandanna all the time. One of you sons a bitches actually used the phrase, "just like Brett Michaels does".... well my head damn near exploded with that one! I have no problem going bald, I have nothing bad to say about anyone who is bald or going bald, what I do have a problem with was being compared to Brett Michaels! That actually made me throw up a little bit in my mouth! So to you who sent me those messages, this video is for you!



Take a look at the bags under my eyes and the rasp to my voice! I am exhausted! I have yet to unpack from my trip, in the last few days I have spent 27 hours with Diane and her clients trying to help them find a few homes and have had less than 15 hours of sleep since last Wednesday night! There was no way that I could let Diane do all that she has to do with these clients and then have her drive around and lead a parade of client filled vehicles all over the valley of the sun! We use to do this all the time with her clients but over the last year or so, some how we got away from me being her "driver". It was nice to be back "on the road" with my girl again. She is by far and hands down, the very best realtor I have ever seen. So if you know someone who is looking to move or for a vacation home in AZ, make sure you reach out to her. If you are going through a real estate nightmare of your own or just have questions and are buying some place else, please don't hesitate to reach out, she loves to help people!

Until we see each other on the road,

Keep the wind in your face,
Tits in your back
and The Man off your ass!

Your friend,
Jack Shit

Once a Gangster always a Gangster

Here is part two of last night's video post.... I just can't ever catch a damn break! It is nice however to feel so very safe and secure. It is like having secret service protection. Well that is unless you need a cop, then they are no where to be found! Go figure! Anyway, if you don't know what this is about, you missed last night's post, so just jump back one post and it will help you understand it all.... see ya later, much to talk about!

The luck of the Irish

There are times when you want to share something with the world and just typing it out doesn't come close to allowing the reader to know how you truly feel. On occasion, I like to just throw on the video camera, do a quick video update and let the world know what is going on. While waiting on Diane to come out of a client's home, I took 3 minutes, set the camera up on the back of my pick up truck and turned it on. I couldn't wait to share the info with you. As you will see at around 15 seconds in, my Irish Luck picks right up where it left off the last time something shitty happened to me. Too bad I didn't say, "I haven't see winning lottery numbers in a while", maybe this would have worked better. As you can see, I am standing in a really nice neighborhood, I guess I stuck out like a sore thumb! Check it out, it really is kind of funny. Thank you all again for always supporting me and staying interested in what is going on in JACK SHIT'S WORLD.



I'll keep you guys up to date on my trip to Laughlin and a whole bunch of other shit going on in my life the moment that I can get caught up from this past week. Thank you as always for even being interested at all in this crazy ass world I live in and what happens here in my special little place!

Till we see each other on the road,

Keep the wind in your face,
Tits in your back
and The Man off your ass!

Your friend,
Jack Shit