Trying to go through life without upsetting and offending people can be a trying thing to do sometimes, don't you agree?
My dear old Dad, bless his soul, would never let political correctness come in his way if he had a point to make. I take pride in being just like him. Sometimes, I will be accepted openly as being a refreshing change from the mumbling morons who at every turn try to make excuses for people and their inherent bad behaviour. Other times, I admit, I will cause shock and consternation with my seemingly untethered tongue when I rant and rage about some wrong done. Usually I might add, in language choices usually reserved for below decks on a Navy Ship.
For this, I make no apology, for often, in this day and age, the only language listened to in voice or in the written word is profanity. It does, one must admit, grab the attention and usually forces a reaction from people.
Often, as found by comedians for years now, profanity can be funny. It makes a mundane sentence far more interesting especially in a punchline to a joke. "It blew his fucking head off his shoulders" is far funnier than, "It blew his head off" don't you agree? Descriptive, attention grabbing, and all that good stuff.
Hence brings me to the reason for writing this blog today:
My Garage.......
As some of you will know, my wife Charlotte, and I, are purchasing a home together in Dayton, Ohio.
The reasons for this are many, not least of which, it is next door to a house her parents own, and intend to retire in. Being close as they get old, etc.. etc.. you know what I mean.
This house was built by Army Engineers following WW11, for the returning soldiers and their family's. They are well built and sturdy, but are aging now and need some work.
The garage door on ours, has been rotting on the bottom. It needs to be replaced as finances allow, but for now it has to suffice. I did reinforce the bottom of these said doors with some wooden panels, a temporary fix to see us through the winter months.
We went out of town for a night on New Years to visit some friends, when we returned, we noticed the sand bags we had placed along the bottom of the door to prevent flooding and further damage, had been moved. We also noticed one of the panels I had put up was loose. It looked for all intent that someone had tried to pry the panel loose in an unsuccessful attempt to break into the house during our absence. We of course, have no idea who could have done this.
About a week later, we noticed again that the panel had been again pulled loose. I again fixed it.
Two days ago, we noticed for a third time that the same panel was again loose, as if it had been messed with again.
This time, armed with screws, drill, hammer and nails, I "FIXED" it again and reinforced the whole thing.
I added to the repair with a hand written note on the panel that can only be read up close..I quote, "Whoever is messing with this door. I will catch you, and when I do, I will FUCK you up. I promise. Go ahead, make my year mother fucker"
Below this, in large white painted letters I also wrote for the world to see.."KEEP THE FUCK OUT".
Now, some will say, I have gone over the top. My Dad, is smiling wherever he is, and I? well frankly my dear, if this offends anyone, I DON'T CARE!! It offends me that some prick is messing with my property.
Sometimes, I feel, profanity fits perfectly into a situation and this is one of those times my friends.
Until the next time,
a Fond Farewell.
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