Are you shitting me...? Must be Morontario or Queerbec...
If you eeeevil Murican bastards wanna see what happens to a country destroyed by liberals - your lookin' at it right there. That thing is so representative of liberal/democrat culture: a gutless piss burning import languishing in the snow!
I am at a loss to see what the LBGQTFUCKMYRECTUM crowd sees in all this.
There ya go. Law enforcement done right!
Why, all that needs is a set of Texas long horns bolted to the front of the hood! When I violently overthrow the Canadian gubbimint and assume control of the country, you will see a squadron of these fly into a crowd of gay pride protesters at 70 MPH (oh yeah, you can shove the metric system up your arse too, you liberal scum) - and then the officers'll get out and spray the crowd with rubber bullets fired from full auto AR15's! Greasy hippies, creepy skanky women and turd brained socialists will drop like flies! HAR HAR HAR! HAR HAR HAR!!!!
Ooops - did I say that out loud? Must be Friday, and time to up my meds...!
Ever see that 1970's TV adaptation of Ray Bradbury's 'Martian Chronicles'? There's a scene on that one that lives with me to this day: one of the astronauts went rogue on the Red Planet and he's killing the others one at a time. The boys get fed up with it, and figure they'll hunt the perp down and end him with some gun play. So they're standing round on a red, sandy dune around sunset, working the actions on their rifles, slapping in magazines and getting the heavy metal ready to go... and one of these roars overhead to conduct the hunt from the air!
If your scifi flick has one of these in it - it just has to be good!
I was going to build one at one time, there's plans for them on the internet - look up the Gyrobee if you want a novel way to kill yourself. I was even going to get lessons but the only guy in Alberta licensed to be a flight instructor on one of these - died in a crash the week before I met him. I figured that was Darwin and Murphy trying to get my attention and abandoned the dream.
The fearless Gyro Captain from Mad Max - the proper,
A rare event where a Hollywood script runs true to life - almost.
In a real crash both man and machine would look a helluva
lot worse for wear.
The gyrocopter is touted as an amateur's aircraft. While it may have wonderful flight characteristics, this thing is a mechanical nightmare and if you choose to fly one - you had better be a mechanical whiz kid and a top flight materials guy - and even then one of these could still kill ya.
I look at these and fall in love with them all over again.
If you're gonna fly one the Monarch with it's
sturdy landing gear - seems like the best of the bunch...
From the comments over at Uncle Bob's Treehouse: Robert Martin Wallace Jr., 60, of Granite City, IL, passed away unexpectedly at 1:07p.m. Thurs. Mar. 30, 2017 at Gateway Regional Medical Center in Granite City.
He was born Aug. 17, 1956 in Granite City to the late Robert Martin & Glenna (Weiss) Wallace Sr.
Bob worked at the Granite City warehouses and wrote his own blog, Uncle Bob’s Treehouse.
He is survived by a sister, Dawn A. Wilkinson of Granite City and her children, Julie, Daniel and Jacob Wilkinson and their spouses and children.
The family will hold a private service at a later date.
Bob's always been one of my favourites. I fought and squabbled with him and his fan boys and pooped in the comments with the best of them - and Bob just presided over the mayhem and smirked every time some stooge got a pie in the face. (I swear I could hear him doing it right over the internet after getting a few pies to the face myself). He was a media man back in the days before it became the intellectual and moral cesspool it is today and you can tell - he often wrote stuff to provoke controversy but he did it like a pro and he made sure both sides of an argument got equal time on his site.
Well that just ruined my day. If you've read Bob's stuff and enjoyed it, it might be a good idea to dro by and pay your respects in the comments.