Each August for the past 74 years, save for a couple during World War II, bikers from around the globe have motored to the mecca of motorcycling – the Sturgis motorcycle rally in the Black Hills.
They tour the scenic highways, stop at Mount Rushmore National Memorial, cruise past the free-roaming herds of bison in Custer State Park, and speed by the towering waterfalls of Spearfish Canyon. At night, rally-goers test the taps at many a Sturgis saloon and sway to the tunes of top-name musical acts at several entertainment venues scattered in the shadows of Bear Butte.
The Buffalo Chip Campground, nestled on the grasslands just east of Sturgis, is among the most popular venues, hosting tens of thousands of motorcyclists for camping, concerts and 10 crazy days of organized mayhem. But, what do they leave behind?
Here’s the Top Five Weirdest Items Left at the Buffalo Chip in the wake of 2014’s 74th Sturgis rally according to Sturgis Rider News.
I don’t know which disturbs me the most. #3 or # 5. LOL
No. 1 is a 2003 Harley-Davidson Dyna Wide Glide motorcycle. “I know I left it somewhere.”
No. 2 is a GoPro video camera containing some “curious,” footage.
No. 3 is an inflatable sheep. “I had a baaaad time at the Rally.”
No. 4 is four pairs of men’s boxer briefs. “Going commando.”
No. 5 is a package of Sponge Bob temporary tattoos.
Here’s a link to info about next years rally.
If you ever get a chance to go, GO!!!
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Sometimes I wish the GOP/Tea Party/Republican would get a dog and name him Clue.
Then they would have one.
Let’s start with the guy they seem to idolize the most then go from there.
Can they explain how this is christian?
This is how the reTHUGliCONS and their puppetmasters, the very rich, see those beneath them.
As in us, the dirty unwashed masses.
I’m including this one just because it made me laugh.
Here’s something that those GOOD. CHRISTIAN. CONSERVATIVE. REPUBLICANS. need to remember…
According to their Bible and their God…
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Some of the writing in some of the cartoons is hard to read. Sorry about that. WordPress has changed something and some things don’t download the right way. I’ll try to figure out if it’s me or not. I can read most of the letters and my eyes are pretty bad. Hope you can.
450HP Mustang Indy 500 Pace Car Has A Huge Price Tag
Describing a Mustang as “rare” seems a bit strange, but this 1964 1/2 convertible is truly one of a kind. Reportedly it was assembled during the first hour of Mustang production and then heavily modified before serving as the pace car for the Indianapolis 500. It is now for sale at RK Motors in Charlotte for…wait for it…$1,099,000.
As part of the media storm that Ford was conjuring up for the Mustang introduction, the company wanted its new pony car to pace the field at one of the world’s most watched sporting events. Three convertibles were slated for Indy 500 duty and sent to Charlotte-based tuners Holman Moody to get them ready for the high speed runs required by any pace car at the 500.
My first “hot rod” was a 1969 Mustang Fastback/351 Windsor/ 4 speed/4 barrel carb. Bought in 1974 for $1500.00. Can’t believe that I got rid of it and can’t, to this day, remember why.
Young and stupid I guess.
Punkin’ is 14 or 15 years old. We took her in right after we moved here.
We didn’t put a candle in her…just fresh batteries.
What’s crazy is that this picture was taken this morning, Oct. 31, 2014.
I didn’t get around to doing this post until now because I ended sleeping most of the day. I’m fighting something and feeling really crappy the past couple of weeks.
She was pregnant when we took her in a couple of years ago during a brutal heat wave and my wife was worried about her and her babies. They were born shortly after she was brought in. BG and Gabby. I think I’ve posted about them before and will again.
We got him from our neighbors when we found out that they were going to take him and his siblings to an abandoned farm and just leave them. They thought they would be okay because they were hunters by nature and were outside cats even though they had been feeding them for about a year.
The only thing I’ve known Smokey to hunt is a bowl of milk.
JJ is the son of Little Momma. She came in when Smokey did and had him and his sister, Sassy, 2 months later. She must have just gotten pregnant just before we brought her in. I still think about what might have happened if they were born at that abandoned farm. JJ is short for ‘Jumping Jack’. When he was still a little kitten he could jump out of their bed 2 weeks before his sister even though it had 24 inch high walls.
He’s like Inky was, as soon as the camera comes out he starts mugging.
The following cats have all passed away over the years but I think need to be included as Halloween cats.
She followed my youngest son home in about 1990. She was with us for 13 years.
This was one of her favorite places to sit. She could keep an eye on 2 rooms from there.
We also called her our ‘Pretty Girl’. She always acted so elegant.
She was with us for 12 years. Such a sweetheart.
Inky was such a character. He never met a camera he didn’t like.
Angel was one of Punkin’s babies. She was always getting into mischief. Here she got stuck while we were unpacking a heater.
I included her because Halloween needs an Angel to watch over it.
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The reason for the title is in the video. He wants to do away with the ACA (ObamaCare) and black lung insurance benefits for coal miners.
DESPICABLE to say the least!
He, like other reTHUGliCONS, seem intent on making life as hard on America, and Americans, as they possibly can.
What I can’t understand is how reTHUGliCONS and Teabaggers can vote against their own interests by voting for This Koch brothers backed slimeball. Someone needs to ask him why he is so intent on killing Kentuckians? On second thought I, and everyone with functioning brain cells, know why they vote like they do. It’s sad and disgusting.
The video won’t post but you can see it here.
This guy sums up what the republican party is all about since President Obama was elected, and before, while he was running. And, he’s a republican.
If you want to know what this pic is about, go here.
I was so disappointed in Clint Eastwood. I’d never have thought that he was racist and an asshole.
For more context on the republican thought process…
From the article;
““Common Core,” the name for a set of national education standards, is the latest rallying cry for right-wing activists. Derided as “Obamacore,” it’s been attacked as a government attempt to usurp local curriculums and impose liberal values on conservative communities. Glenn Beck calls it a plot to turn children into “cogs” under a police state, and several Republican politicians have jumped on the bandwagon, denouncing the Obama administration for supporting the standards.
If this is confusing to ordinary observers—there’s nothing totalitarian about guidelines for what students should know at the end of each grade—it’s bewildering for Common Core advocates, who just four years ago were a boring part of the American policy landscape. Common Core was a bipartisan initiative, with support from the vast majority of governors, including Louisiana’s Bobby Jindal, who has since reversed course as he preps for a potential 2016 presidential run.
What happened to make Common Core an object of hate for conservative activists? The answer is easy: “The Republican revolt against the Common Core,” noted the New York Times on Saturday, “can be traced to President Obama’s embrace of it.”
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Conservative Nut Job Says Women Who Have Abortions Should Be Hanged, and So Should Doctors. This is “pro-life?”
What a despicable piece of shit. (apologies to shit)
Kevin Williamson, a correspondent for National Review, suggested Monday that women who have abortions should be hanged.
Williamson’s tweet came in a back-and-forth on twitter that started with Williamson’s piece criticizing a blog post by actress and director Lena Dunham on why women should vote.
The key part of the exchange was captured by Charles Johnson of the blog Little Green Footballs. Here is the exchange:
But his attitude shouldn’t be surprising considering how so many “Christian” reTHUGlicans think of pregnancy, women and rape.
Many reTHUGS and teabaggers seem to think like Gov. Perry of Texas.
It’s logical to them.
That’s why they keep wasting taxpayers money.
It’s baffling that they can’t seem to understand.
In the end it isn’t about the fetus or the woman.
It’s about those BIG STRONG MEN(?) not having control over women.
Not just their women…but…
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Digger was born at 10:53A.M. on Tues. Feb. 11, 2014. We let him go so he wouldn’t be in pain at 10:00A.M. on Tues. Aug. 12, 2014. He was 26 weeks old, almost to the hour and minute.
Here’s a little bit about him.
He was the second baby born. Lorenzo(m) was first(10:30), Digger(m) was 2nd(10:53), Xena(f) was 3rd(11:38) & Dot..t(f) was 4th(11:51). All times are A.M. Moms name is ‘Little Momma’. (Yes, really) :)
Digger had problems being born. He didn’t want to come out and momma was crying and jumping around a lot all over the box. But just as we were starting to help, he popped out. He looked and sounded normal and momma cleaned him up and took normal care of him. They were all the same size and acted alright when born, but at about 2 wks. we could tell that Digger was different.
He was what some call the ‘runt’ of the litter. I never thought of him like that. He was just my ‘Little Fella’. His back legs didn’t develop right and at about 3 months I noticed his right front leg had a noticeable bend between the foot and the leg joint. It caused him to walk on the side of his foot. His back feet pointed at about 35 or 4o degree angle and he ‘bunny hopped’ instead of walked with his back legs and limped with his front.
He had other birth defects in his spine and his skeleton didn’t grow right. His ribs didn’t form right and I suspect they didn’t give his lungs enough room as he got older which is the main reason that we put him to sleep. He was having trouble breathing and we couldn’t do anything about it. His gums and lips turned gray-blue because of lack of oxygen. When he was put on O2 he got better but as soon as he was taken off he got worse. He also had a couple of seizures and the vet suspected a heart attack. We couldn’t let him suffer and he deserved the dignity.
This picture was taken at about 7:00P.M. Tues.(the night they were born)
This is ‘Little Momma’ & babies at 1 week old.
We don’t name our cats. We let them name themselves by their actions, attitude, or if all else fails, color.
Digger got his name because his siblings were bigger than him but he didn’t let that stop him from nursing. He would burrow around and under them and push them out of he way to get his share. He wasn’t kept away from Momma, there were enough nipples, but there was only so much real estate on Momma. These pics were at the same feeding.
That’s how he got his name. He would dig and burrow in, around, above and under. Nothing kept him from his food.
Momma didn’t reject him at all. She cleaned him and loved on him as much as she did the others.
He started eating kitten formula mixed with a little canned food at the same time as the others. This is his first attempt. He always got right into his eating.
Here’s Digger at 2 months. He isn’t much bigger than a month ago but he is very active. He can climb out of the box but not hop out like his siblings. His back legs aren’t forming right. They stick out at right angles. He ‘bunny hops’ and they aren’t as strong as they could be. It didn’t slow him down though. He chased after the other cats. He just couldn’t go as fast or jump up on things like they could. He kept after them though. He was smart. He’d hide and sneak up on them.
Up until about his last bad spell he could motivate around pretty good. We have a couple of vids of him hopping all over the place but for some reason they won’t post.
Here he is with Lorenzo at 3 months. His brother and sisters liked to play with him and would play in the box/bed quite a bit. Even though they had no trouble getting in and out of it. He didn’t take any guff from any of them either. He would bear hug them off the side of the box if they tried to get away after a sneak attack on him. It was really funny to watch.
This is one of my favorite pics of Digger. He always had trouble with getting out of their box/bed but he never stopped trying. That determination got him into trouble and hurt him a couple of times, putting him in pain and slowing him down.
It’s hard to believe that only a week later he was gone.
This is what Digger did after he ate. He would get cleaned up then look at me, get a look on his face, then march up and plop down and snuggle into my elbow or between my armpit and elbow look at me and start purring. Next thing you know he was asleep. This pic is in April.
No, I never fell asleep when he was in bed with me. My arm did a few times, but not me.
If you notice his tail, it is bandaged because he would chew on it. One of the things wrong with him was his spinal cord. At times something would bother him causing him to chew on his tail. Sometimes when petted down his back he would chew on his left front paw. Not enough to hurt it but it was the nerves in his spine would fire funny causing him to do that. Eventually his tail got better and by the time he was gone it had grown almost all of the fur back.
This pic is in July. His eye is half open because I moved my arm and disturbed him. Not to worry though, he went right back to sleep.
This is my wifes’ favorite picture of Digger. He cocked his head when he was curious about something. So does his Momma.
I can’t believe the little bugger is gone. I think in the back of my mind I had the suspicion that he wouldn’t live as long as the others but I was hoping that I was wrong. That’s probably why it took so long to write this. His death has really hit me hard. Harder than most of the others. Not because I don’t love them any less, but I was so much more hands on and involved with him 24/7. His bed was right next to my bed, and I’m bedridden, so he was right there.
Goodbye Digger. Such a big/little fella. You showed me so much about the will to live, and determination.
If there is an afterlife of some kind, it is for souls like you. Animal or human. I just hope that if there is, I deserve to share it with you and all of our babies that have passed.
Introduce yourself around and give them all a ‘boop’ on the nose from their human Momma and Daddy.
I love you so much.
I guess i feel guilty about not getting him to the vet earlier but we were short of money because a guy named Neil Dempsey ran a stop sign and hit the car my wife was driving (it was a 2 way stop and my wife had the right-of-way) on the right rear fender and spun her 180 degrees.
I’m not going to get into all the particulars about everything except to say that between him (Jaddeys Neil Dempsey, works for Continuum Financial Group,CFG Inc.) not reporting the accident to his insurance company (Erie) and the insurance adjuster (Lisa Riddle) using delaying tactics like “misfiling” my wife’s medical records (I’m sure she makes her bosses proud by working against a claimant as much as possible) and not finding them for 3 months after the doctor released her, we ran through all of our emergency money.
I ended up borrowing more money so we could take Digger to the vet but I waited too long and by the time Digger got to the vet, it was too late.
He was barely alive. He had a couple of seizures during the night and I was hoping that as long as he was breathing he had a chance because he was such a fighter during his short life.
He probably died in my hands during the night but his body didn’t get the message and I hoped that maybe he would get better at the vet’s office.
I hope he knows that I tried.
Maybe I should have borrowed the money sooner.
Maybe I should have taken the first offer from the insurance even though it was so low that we would have lost money and gone into debt.
He was such a brave guy. I feel like i failed him.
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