to learning the ………, Guitar, Sax, and the……….
My Brother plays a Martin Guitar and some kind of Irish tenor Banjo.
I got a Yamaha Custom Z Tenor Sax that I use to play. It has been sitting in my closet for a couple years. Now I am ready to take it out and blow out the cob webs.
And my brother needs a Sax player for a band he is starting up.
Our Grandfather got the Victory Cross in the Great War and my uncles also joined the military. They made us swear that we would go to college and make something of ourselves. I have tried to honor their memory and my promise but the bad people who run the Universities did not want me to succeed.
They knew I was their enemy way before I did.
Those Commie Feminists are all a bunch of liars and cowardly scum and did everything they could to keep me out. They succeeded to f~~~ me up over and over again for thirty years.
But, I kept finding other fields of research to break into and wouldn’t let anyone crush me.
The last few years I wrote a book and had a Forest creature named after me. So, I think my promise to my Uncles and Grandfather is satisfied.
……the mostly female management and HR f~~~wits ……….. I just can’t win against these c~~~s ……………. I can’t even make small talk anymore with them even the hot looking ones. They are just not worth it and neither are half the so called men out there………
Yup, it’s a f~~~ing nightmare.
The Academic and research Institutions also have the queers who work hand in hand with those rotten c~~~s. I am not equipped to deal with their level of lies, corruption, and villainy.
My days are numbered in the Institution I have been working out of, the Grants are getting harder to get, and I have to change up again.
….As far as my education and training, only basic stuff there, I am no rocket surgeon but could have done better for myself if not for my own laziness.
Oh well, at least gold diggers avoid me as I am not obviously well off….
From my view point you were probably better off. My education filled my head with nonsense which made me effectively Ignorant and unable to listen to my gut.
Unless you are at the top of the food chain, Academics and Scientists get s~~~ pay.
And Heterosexual White Men are public enemy number one.
I got more action from women when I was playing my Saxophone on the weekends for social events.
…….Working as a casual contractor……
I had to work Blue Collar jobs full time and pay my way through college going part time.
I started out as a laborer in construction and also in the Trades, then eventually moved up to the top of the food chain at the end of thirty years.
At first it was good because the senior men were WWII, and Korean War veterans who created nice places to work with other men. It was an Honor and privilege to work alongside them. They took me under their wings, showed me how to work smart, and encouraged me to peruse my education. I never had to watch my back with those great men.
Then I had to work with the Vietnam Vets who were more difficult to work with. And were less trustworthy. They saw me as a threat because of my education and job skills, so it was rough for a while. When they understood that I wasn’t going to take the management jobs that they wanted, they backed off. When I started learning full contact mixed martial arts and could take a punch, some of them became Pals. Those guys were experts with fire arms and I loved going to gun shows with them.
Towards the end of my Blue Collar career, I had to work along with the new crop of Blue Pill Men. That was the worst time working along with other men and I really did not fit in with those guys. There were too many back stabbers who had a lot of problems. Their wives had their b~~~~, so they tried to kick another man in his b~~~~ whenever they could get away with it.
Now, all of the Blue Collar Bosses were sports athletes when they were in High School. I had to watch my back at all times with many of those “new men.” They would go after other men as a Hive mind and in viscous packs. The men’s quarters within the Plantation had become a feasting frenzy where a brother eats another brother who is perceived as weaker or different.
Those Nobel men I had the Honor of starting my Blue Collar life with were now replaced by a bunch of jack asses kicking each other.
Anyway, I was able to retire from that Blue Collar life and used my time since to fulfill a lifelong dream of being a Scientist who makes real contributions to our existing knowledge.
But, I am in deep enemy occupied territory in stealth mode and the dream is now starting to unravel.
……spending more time in my weekend escape house which I need to pay off……
I have always had some place in the woods to escape to.
Now, the hills and forests of Brown County Indiana is the place where my soul is the happiest.
A couple weeks ago I was at some “Save The Forest” event in Southern Indiana.
…….I do have my loves in life being Cars with muscle………
When I came down from the hills last week and went to the local hard ware store in Brown County, a lot of local men were there talking. The conversation was fun, lively, and was mostly about the muscle car projects each of them were working on.
The other place the Locals meet is a Diner called “”Brownies.” The food is good and so are the Folks.
The folks in the hills usually don’t like “Flat Landers” but I think they will like you, Aussie.
……as I love guns and knives but in this country those hobbies are almost taboo now….
If you ever come to the states, Indiana has some nice gun shows. It is fun to look.
Sometimes you can just pay cash to an individual who is selling his firearm privately.
The new firearms require lots of paperwork.
But, most ammunition is NOT regulated there.
For various reasons, I can’t bring my collection to my home in the one city in Illinois where I need them the most.
What happens when a man finally comprehends the cold and calculating thoughts that are going through a woman's mind, while her eyes are brimming with tears?
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