Politics... Yeahhhh...

You know what, Capitalism is a fucking joke. Seriously. Recently, the Senate Republicans voted out Elizabeth Warren's student loan bill that would allow for students to take out government loans at 3.86% interest. Now what totally baffles me is that major banks can borrow unrealistic amounts of money at an interest rate of 0.75%, and use the taxpayer's money to gamble it all on Wall Street (remember the Global Financial Crisis of 2008 where Secretary Henry Paulson somehow took $700 billion of the taxpayer's money to "bail out" the major banks like Goldman Sachs and AIG? Yeah, that was the largest white collar crime in the world's history, yet the GOP acts like it never happened.) Yet somehow, everyone goes around and blames President Obama for our economic crisis. Let's face it. The GOP/Tea Party Republicans in the House, Senate, and Congress are the  lowest forms of humanity, period. They are the reason for our economic crisis and since day one of the president's term, they have successfully done NOTHING but try to repeal bills from the Democrats and especially Obama. Never coming to a compromise or anything. They certainly love to put the fear factor in everyone's eyes with Obamacare, gun laws, and what have you, yet every time a bill goes through you never see any of their doomsday prophecies come true. I recently got insurance for cheap as hell, registered gun owners can still buy their semi-automatic assault weapons (given than they are registered and have a background check) and really, not much has convinced everyone that we live in "socialism". We are a democracy, and that's how we should be treated. Capitalism allows for the privileged to take advantage of the less fortunate and what these Republicans are trying to convince you is to support a system of government that allows for them to take advantage of you. What you see on Facebook about all of this garbage about how people are being arrested because of something "Obama did" is propaganda and every time I've read one of these, they never told the whole story or it's just made up. So what you're seeing on here is a bunch of bullshit that supposedly the government did, to convince you to stop supporting a democratic government. Why? Obviously to get people to go against the government that supports all of us a whole. What the Tea Party is trying to preach is less government and by that, means deregulating everything, which means they can take complete advantage over you if they wanted to. With less government, who's going to stop them? Our government is voted in by the people and we control the government. Our voice reflects on what happens in our country. But unfortunately, these right wing bigots don't think it's fair that our country could simply put a stop to greed and the distortion of our legislation system, so they try to convince simple minded people that we need to support a form of government that would protect people of special interests (mostly the more privileged).... Fuck. I'll finish this garbage later. I'm hung over.

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Song of the day: March 27, 2013

It's just one of those songs...

I think I forgot my spark plug wrench... .

... And the next thing you know, you're seizing to a halt. "I swore I turned the petcock on... Maybe I didn't let it warm up enough.". Hardcore motorcyclists never really come too prepared, just to an acceptable amount. Most likely you'll find in their 1970's Sears made tool bag: A couple of 8mm and 10mm sockets that are so worn out, they barely grasp onto the ratchet itself. A few metric wrenches that are severely bent. A screwdriver, most likely stolen from the wife (hell, she only used it once to put the drawer handle on). Chrome cleaner (who cares if you own a rusty '72 Honda SL125 that's never been restored... If you're going to roll into cruise night, the only way you're going to impress the ladies is with some blinging chrome. Sure the gas tank's paint has faded out the same year disco did, but look at that chrome! Ignore the rust spots... I haven't got to that yet), and a usually some kind of oddities. A fossilized energy bar that obviously never got ate, some change, a few small parts that came off the bike, but isn't a big deal (generally a British Leyland made bike) and of course, the oh so essential to the tough guy persona, the opened condom package you used on that strange one night.
I'm one of a few idiots who decided to take on riding a vintage motorcycle... A 40 year, 2 stroke 1973 Yamaha RD350 at that... Fitted with GYTR expansion chambers, 34mm Mikuni carburetors, electronic ignition and questionably aged tires. My childhood memories were filled with images and sounds of old relics, like the Kawasaki two stroke triples, Laverda twins, Triumph triples, and of course, the Yamaha two stroke twins. I mean, after all, the Yamaha RD series were giant killers, taking down bikes twice it's displacement. Bikes like that have heart, and I like personality.. Just wish more ladies would follow suit.
Every so often, you do find a lady that actually makes your heart sing... Sure, they're gone now, but so is my beloved YZ125. It's hard to let go, that's for sure. You could always find a new love, but your best memories always seem to go back to your first love... Or at least the one that matters.
I'm getting sidetracked here... Did I forget to turn the choke off? I swear, my life is constantly fucking with me. One day, everything's grand and going good, then the next thing you know I'm stranded on the side of the highway, and my date expects me to be there in thirty, but because I can't afford a crankcase splitter, I have an oil leak thanks to 30 cent part. I wish my life made more sense, but hey, you live and learn...Sometimes, I kick myself in the ass for owning a piece of history on wheels, but of course with age, comes a cantankerous attitude... This bike is really start rub off on me. But as the bike sits there, lifeless, mocking you of your mechanical comprehension, hurting your feelings like the time you got turned down by a nice lady at the bar, you do what you can to make the magic happen and bring it on home. Except, I'm done with bar rats. They always empty my wallet and find their way to another man... Kinda like this bike. Enough of the bickering, it's time to improvise and make this proverbial girlfriend of mine help me get to where I want to go.. Just always remember the four horsemen of the internal engine : Fuel, air, compression, spark; this bitch has got to start!

"That's the angle I'm looking for!"

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