diogenes:freeroamer

Not a whole lot to say lately.  Been hitting the delete button far more often than the save.

Several of you have sent me mail, I fully intend on response, just been wrapped up in running water lines and the like.  Once I get a chance to breathe, I will get back to you in detail.

As for a bigger better post, hang on, one is coming.

More to come this weekend

.Gonna leave the tub behind as I stated yesterday.  But I am not done apparently.

Voices in comments and over the phone and email are leading me to open up my shop elsewhere.   Hey, you move, leave the dirt behind, right?

Well that is exactly what I am going to do.   Leave it behind me.

go here for the new site book mark it as I will not come back here again.   this place has served its purpose.

Moniker, You can take over or close up shop behind you as you wish.   Let me know via mail what you decide,  I won’t lock you out.

I was going to do a set of links in this post, but to be honest, I am tired of the feces and urine in the air.   No poo-flinging from me, not today.

Nor in the future.

There are some that would like to lay claim that I would desire a position of command in relation to the Patcom movement, and I allow them that claim: again, I KNOW DIFFERENT as well as many that have met me in face to face.
I know ME and with whom I stand, I have never stated differently.   I leave it as a mental exercise to others to understand that statement.

I will not stand by those that would whittle away at something, simply due to their shallow egos being bruised by silence.

This is it for the Diogenes.  I am done.   I won’t be in the middle of the poo-flinging when we have so little time left to us.    I have sacrificed my own motives over the last 10 months, and yes, some of that was assisted by donations from others, but by no means ALL of it.    I appreciate the help that was given, but I DO NOT appreciate holding that fact over my head like Damocles sword.   Not cool, and not the actions of a compatriot.  The lights have shown on that person, and I would hope that others can see the facts for what they are.   Assistance should never be considered a leverage point, but I see that is exactly what one would use it as. So to those that will ‘advantage’ that source, beware.

While I choose ghosts and shadow warriors to parley with, I find that they are the ones that choose that route, not out of shame, but for protection from the flying monkey poo I have been witness to, and recipient of, of late.   They are not ‘Kool-aid’ drinkers by any means.

And Factions jockeying for ‘human resources’ is not far off the mark,  the real question is, do you exploit your resources or do you nurture them?  I know I would rather nurture and be nurtured, than exploited, and I try to reciprocate in kind.   Think about it, one of the things we are fighting against is the exploitation of our means by taxation: Correct?   Why would we want to shift out of the fire of one exploitation to that of another, with alternated agendas?   I know my answer, I would hope you know yours as well.

I know what my opinion is, and I see that the light would show exploitation in waiting, in many cases.

Ladies and Gentlemen, Vet your parties, vet your allies, vet your ‘resources’.   Choose wisely.

And please, if you ever feel the need to point your fingers, please, please, please, look closely at the three fingers pointing back at yourself before you open mouth.

All I can say at this point is that there are forces that are VERY GOOD at deducing common human traits and that every single one of us need to be aware that what we are seeing is simply illusion.  But an illusion that can kill you if not careful.

There are forces at work that understand us all too well and the outcome is per-destined in their minds. Our efforts are for naught, except to sustain us in a world that is rapidly becoming third world.  We can stand together or we can die alone, there is no other option to come.

Will there be the ‘Zombie Apocalypse’?

Will the economy tank out like we are suspecting, despite the best efforts of those in charge to prop it up and maintain the ‘everything is OK’ perspective through all of the media outlets?

Will our society, as a whole wake up and realize that, without them, our government is little more than an ideal and not “real”?

Take your best guess and prepare for the alternative, that is all any of us can do. I can’t wake up the masses, I can’t shake the illusions from their eyes. I can’t educate anyone that isn’t willing to open their eyes and see for themselves first.

And I won’t try any more.

To those that know me, you know that this is the last post I will be putting out there. We have three weeks until the (s)election cycle runs it’s course. In that time, the illusions will be painted on thick and heavy and even the most paranoid and cynical among us will be sucked in at some point or another. I know that I have been on at least one occasion but I started thinking hard about the whole picture and started questioning my own motives.

It’s called hope.

We hope that we don’t have to witness the inevitable.

Well, time to wake up to one fact against hope.

PEOPLE ARE NOT GOING TO GET OFF THEIR ASSES UNTIL OTHERS ARE BURNING IN THE OVENS OR GETTING GASSED IN THE SHOWERS!!!!!!

We have more than enough evidence of high treason amongst 535 ‘popular’ people. We have a media service that is more than complicit in that treason. We have a power structure that is willing to sell each and every one of us to the highest bidder on the world market.

And all we do is bitch amongst ourselves.

To those I have met and found to be of like mind, I wish you the best in your efforts. Maybe one day, on the other side of this mess, we can all meet again. Maybe, we will meet again before then, on the lines of struggle. Or you may even meet me in some underground R&D shop making toys for the lines. Only time will tell.

Until such time as that, May whatever power you call God hold you steady.

Via con Dios

Buena Suerte!

Dio out.

(The blog will stay up for others until such time as I feel it is time to pull it completely. )

Well, now that the fuedin’ is out of the way, and I apologize to my readers for that; we can move forward, or back to matters at hand.

Redneck engineerin at large.

Gander the pics, this is a work in progress so no, it ain’t purty, but it is damned well functional.

Funny thing is, While I was building it, I recalled that I had seen some hispanic friends in California doing something similar to one of their kids bikes back in the 90’s. They also had a shop with benches and vise’s where I have a section of ground under an awning next to my camper and have to fire up the Genny to run a cutoff wheel or the welder. I also don’t have access to a chrome setup so raw metal it is until I take it all back apart to clean and paint it. Not quite there yet, a little polish on some rough corners and then I will go that route. Granted, if I had a brick and mortar shop,,,,,

And please, no one give me grief for cutting up a ‘good bike’. I did enough of that already.

As is, it does smooth out the bumps some. That rigid rear end is just as jarring as it was. Well, when I get to installing that engine, I have a set of motorcycle shocks (actually off the front end of a four wheeler, but same thing) and I will make that rear end a swing arm setup. The cheaper route would be to spring load the seat like an old tractor but to be honest, I really don’t like that idea.

Maybe I should consider just building a full sized motorcycle instead. Might be easier than trying to mate all this stuff to a freshly designed frame where it can be accounted for, not adapted for.

Hmmm. Future thought. Not something I can really consider at this point due to my current working environment. (a welding table would be essential to jig up that frame.)

But if I go that route, I am going with something a whole hell of a lot bigger than 50cc. I miss having my big bikes, it has been some time. My last bike was a mid 80’s Virago 920 that was pieced together from 3 bikes (yes, a basket case.) Ran like a scalded dog and at full out throttle on the highway looked like I had afterburners going. I rode that bike through three years, including Ohio winters. Damned good bike. I shouldn’t have sold it under the reasons I did, but I did and I still miss it. Live and learn. Another bike I really miss is my old 650 special. That upright twin was a hell of a bike that got me through some rough times and kept me sane. It saw a lot miles and a lot foul weather and never balked. The only reason I sold it was a friend was in need and it was extra at that point as I had the Virago up and running. (for the record, I have had a Harley, and hated every minute of it. Just a personal preference, I prefer Yammy bikes.) The funnest bike I ever owned was a Suzuki rat bike that was transplanted into a rigid frame. A couple of header pipes terminated under the block for an exhaust, and it was kick started and had an internal generator, so no battery. That thing was hell on wheels and looked like it. I rode that thing all over Southern California for about a year before I moved on to something a tad more ‘sedate’. Kinda got tired of getting pulled over by every cop I passed, ‘just cuz’: And I knew it was simply due to that outlaw looking/sounding bike. (that was also about the time I fell in love with Fiat X-1/9’s, but that is a DIFFERENT story entirely. )

Yeah, building this little ‘cycle, is awakening several old muses within this worn out ol’ soul.

Well, who knows what the future holds for us at this point. I may not have far to look for something, or I may never have another one at all. Will see, and I won’t plan on either fact until we start seeing what our future holds.

That will be soon enough; soon enough I am certain.

In my lack of internet.

Read this first.  

Then read this.

I am not going to claim anything about either point.   Fact is, I have about 2 hours a week where I can actively do anything on the the nets now.

TWO FUCKIN HOURS!

How much can one person put into the drivel that makes up the pushy shovey that comes within the Threeper movement of late?   Seriously people, how much can one person put up with when he is trying to make up for lost time while at the same time just trying to keep up.   Here it is, those posts came out last week sometime and I was only informed of them via an email from one of the others at Bill’s original Patcom.

Label me what you want, I could really care less.    I have respect for both Gentleman in their endeavors, but I can’t be involved in the caterwauling of the politically inclined.   In the words of Pickdog, “I have more important stuff to deal with”; Like LIVING!    My choices have led me where I am, and I have no bitch about it.  But I can’t spend the time on the nets like I did over the last few years.   I have land to find, I have my own gulch to build, and TIME IS SHORT!  Too short to spend hours at a time on windpissing.

Yeah, i am a bit peeved and I know that Sam didn’t direct his remarks at me in particular, but Bill,  That was cold, Stone cold.

Who do you stand by indeed?
Makes me wonder, when one is so ready to call the shots without realizing what is going on outside of that sphere they can see.