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Paul/Male/56-60. Lives in United States/North Carolina/Carrboro, speaks English. Eye color is brown. I am skinny. I am also cynical. My interests are All Music/All Food.
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Friday, April 22, 2005

You Can’t Always Get What You Want…

 

Okay, so John Bolton qualifies at least as a borderline psychopath, but maybe that’s what we need to represent us at the United Nations right now. Sure, he’s a serial abuser who harasses underlings and tries to fire anybody who doesn’t back up his wild and crazy ideas. You wouldn’t want to work for him, but you don’t have to and maybe that’s just what the UN needs.

 

Yeah. Tom DeLay is as crooked as they come. He shook down those Indians for bribes and then called them nasty names behind their back, but maybe that’s what Indians needs right now. No doubt his wife and daughter could use another half million too. Sure, he took $70,000 for that golf junket in Scotland, but golf isn’t as popular as it once was there and maybe that’s what Scotland needs right now.

 

And the Pope. Some people are making a big deal that he fought for the Nazis, specifically manning antiaircraft gunnery for the Luftwaffe. Big deal! Get over it! Maybe that’s what we need right now, someone in the Vatican experienced at shooting down Allied bombers.

 

 


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Here's the Bradley smoker. Wood briquettes are automatically fed in by the sidecar on the left when it's time to add smoke.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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I put it in a stockinette to tighten it up a little more. I suppose I could have hung it from the top of the smoker, but I decided that the best way to deal with the temperature differential from the top of the smoker to the bottom was to lay it flat on a smoker shelf. It can be rotated during the heating (there is very little actual smoking, right at the end). The smoker temperature is 135 F and the shinkenspeck is done when it reaches 128 F internally. That will take at least a day. There's a little bacon left over and half a pork loin. The bacon will be rolled for pancetta and the loin will become Canadian bacon at a later date.

 


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This went a lot easier than I anticipated


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Getting ready to roll 'er up...

 


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Trying to make some sense of it all,

But I can see that it makes no sense at all,

Is it cool to go to sleep on the floor,

'Cause I don't think that I can take anymore

Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to the right,

Here I am, stuck in the middle with you.

 

Well you started out with nothing,

And you're proud that you're a self made man,

And your friends, they all come crawlin,

Slap you on the back and say,

Please.... Please.....

 

 


12:03:40 PM    comment []

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Yes I'm stuck in the middle with you,

And I'm wondering what it is I should do,

It's so hard to keep this smile from my face,

Losing control, yeah, I'm all over the place,

Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to the right,

Here I am, stuck in the middle with you.

 

Well you started out with nothing,

And you're proud that you're a self made man,

And your friends, they all come crawlin,

Slap you on the back and say,

Please.... Please.....

 

 


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