If You Squint You Can See Hillary Clinton Dodging Sniper Fire

I keep complaining about TV people who discuss hurricanes lying and exaggerating. The other day I cited the NHC as a better source. Well last night, I saw something discouraging on the NHC website.

When hurricanes approach you, there are two types of alerts the NHC will issue: watches and warnings. I will give you the OFFICIAL definitions of these alerts. A watch means winds of a certain speed are POSSIBLE at your location. A warning means they are EXPECTED at your location.

Those definitions come from the NHC, not my imagination.

If the NHC says your house is in a hurricane warning area, that necessarily means they believe it is MORE LIKELY THAN NOT that you will get hurricane-force winds. If the likelihood is less than 50%, you shouldn’t be under a warning. Obvious. In fact, “expected” should imply a probability near 100%.

Last night, the NHC had much of Florida’s east coast under a hurricane warning. That means they were saying the probability of hurricane-force winds was better than 50%. Okay, then. If this was true, then their wind speed probability map should agree.

I looked at the map. These maps are color-coded. The map showed the warning areas following the border between yellow and light green. Yellow means 30-40%. Light green means 20-30%. These are the very most-imperiled areas in the state.

How can hurricane winds be “expected” if the chance of hurricane winds is at, or far below, 40%?

I don’t see how this could happen accidentally. You would think the people who make the probability maps would be in agreement with the people who make the maps labeling the watch and warning areas.

Either the definitions are wrong, or someone posted watch and warning information which is not even close to right.

Most people aren’t going to examine this stuff the way I do. Most will listen to the TV hysteria, believe everything they hear, and leave it at that. Those that look at the NHC site aren’t likely to compare maps.

I’m not happy with the NHC. It’s unfortunate that I have to root around on the web to find out what’s really happening. When one of the best sources posts dubious information, it makes it worse.

The storm is way out at sea. The maximum wind is about 110 mph, or category 2. The winds are dropping. The storm’s eye is forecast to miss the United States completely. The little “M’s” on the forecast track, indicating “major hurricane,” are now gone. They have been replaced with “H’s.”

This is very consistent with the REAL news I’ve been accessing for the last few days. It’s sad that it conflicts with the histrionics of the TV performers and the beliefs of the people who rely on them.

In other wind-related news, I’ve been looking into air compressors. I have a 5-HP Curtis, which is a very nice compressor for a home shop, but its output is right on the borderline between fail and pass. It puts out 17.3 cubic feet per minute, which is wonderful for most purposes, but there are a lot of tools that require just a little bit more. If your output is too low, your tool will slow down until it’s not working adequately, and then you have to sit and wait for the compressor to catch up.

My compressor is in Coral Gables. I was planning to have it moved to me here, but now I’m wondering if it’s worth it. I can get a 7.5-HP job and sell the Curtis. I would get 23 cfm. This should make for a better experience when using things like buffers, die grinders, and sanders.

I could sell the Curtis and order a 7.5-HP Curtis or Quincy. I would be set for life, pretty much. But then I have to ask myself: what will I do for a compressor in my other shop? I’m going to want the bigger one for metalwork, mainly. I would have to use it for sanding wood, too, so sometimes I would have to move the wood to an area outside the metal shop temporarily. I would need the other compressor for things like inflating tires and air hammering. I could get a small compressor for maybe $500, tax included. I have a small Eaton Chinese compressor already, but it has started leaking oil, and I’m tired of fixing it.

I could also put the big new compressor in the wood shop and run a 1″ PVC line underground to the metal shop.

I guess that was troll bait. People will see “PVC” and get hysterical. PVC air lines explode sometimes, and they throw shrapnel. But it’s okay to run them underground, where they can’t hurt anyone except moles and gophers.

I’m researching it. If you bury air line, water condenses in it. You can blow the water out occasionally, which is annoying, or you can use an air dryer every single time you use the compressor, which is also, but less, annoying. I have a great electric air dryer, but I don’t want to run it every time I use air.

I could just put the big compressor in one shop and the old Curtis in the other shop. It’s going to cost me a certain amount of money to move my machine tools, and adding the old compressor won’t change the figure, so maybe selling it is a bad idea.

I guess I should keep it and consider getting a second machine later.

My most pressing shop-related job is getting the table saw running and mobile. If I can do that, I can reduce the gigantic shelf complex that sucks up one corner of the building, and I can turn the wood into smaller shelves that are actually useful. Then I can store more stuff and get it out of the way.

Here’s hoping the Atlantic doesn’t try to send me any more presents this year.

Dorian Brings Much-Needed Fresh Air to Marion County

The forecast for Hurricane Dorian is looking so good, there is not much point in talking about it. The odds of problems here are dropping off to the point where I should start writing about other things.

Again, never watch the news when hurricanes approach. They will always lie and exaggerate, in order to benefit themselves. Always go to the Internet and look at sources as close to the actual data as possible.

This morning, it occurred to me that Bryan Norcross may be a major reason why TV heads shriek and whimper during hurricane season. Back in ’92, Andrew hit Miami, and afterward, Norcross was the main source of information for many people in the area. He worked as a meteorologist at Miami’s WTVJ. I don’t recall exactly what happened, but I seem to have a dim memory of other channels being knocked off the air.

Before Norcross, WTVJ’s main weather personality was Bob Weaver, a chatty, overweight New Yorker who was more than 20 years older. Norcross was young and thin, and the ladies liked him, so my guess is that Norcross was hired to be a glamour boy. Norcross supposedly didn’t like the ladies back, if you know what I mean. That piece of information popped up long after Andrew.

A lot of weathermen are gay. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because it’s the most flamboyant position in many newsrooms. Weathermen are generally entertainers.

When Andrew hit and people were desperate for news, Norcross took the throne and became South Florida’s premier hurricane guru. He was adored. He was in the kind of situation in which women you have never met mail you their underwear. Media outlets interviewed him. One publication featured a photo of him on the beach in a Speedo.

The stories about his orientation broke a lot of hearts.

After Andrew, his career cooled off a lot, and it never again attained its post-Andrew heights, but for a while, he was big news all over America.

The rise of Bryan Norcross made it clear that hurricanes could make people considerably more famous and, potentially, wealthy. I’m sure other TV personalities noticed. Maybe that partially explains their undignified antics.

To get back to the storm, the projected path is firming up, and it is expected to turn north very soon and head for the general area of South Carolina. The storm is weakening. The top winds have dropped 30 mph, into the Category 4 region. Hurricane-speed winds only extend out 25 miles from the center, so there is a good chance that Florida won’t get them.

The Bahamas really got whacked. It’s astounding. The storm hit Grand Bahama as a 5, and then it just sat there. It’s bad to get hit by a storm at all, but at least they usually move on quickly. I can’t imagine spending an entire day in hurricane winds, especially with the flooding the Bahamas are getting.

The up side is that the Bahamas are sparsely inhabited. The population of Grand Bahama is under 30,000 people.

I have been praying for God to turn the storm north and away from land, and I feel very strong faith for it. I would like to see it move off the Bahamas so the people can get some relief.

I think people forget that hurricanes weaken as they go north. Also, my guess is that the winds generally slow down as storms get wider, due to the conservation of angular momentum. I don’t really know. Maybe Google can tell me.

Wow. Those search results look really boring. Never mind.

Maybe I shouldn’t say this, but the forecast for my area is considerably nicer than it would have been without a hurricane. July and August were very, very unpleasant for outdoor activities, but now we are expected to have strong breezes and considerable cloud cover for a while. I was able to work in my workshop during the last two days without coming back in completely soaked in sweat, and Dorian will extend that benefit and make it easier to wait for the pleasant days of October.

It should be breezy enough to make outdoor work somewhat difficult, but it will probably be very nice inside the workshop with the doors partially opened.

If I were going to stay here, I would get a propane generator and build a new shop. As it is, I’m thrilled to have several days of relatively pleasant weather, with 7 months of cool weather to follow not long after.

I spent over $40 on hurricane supplies. Don’t I feel silly.

Keep That Garbage to Yourself

Man, it’s tough dealing with people when you have faith in God.

Someone I know keeps texting me, telling me Hurricane Dorian is headed for me. This morning, she told me the TV heads said the storm didn’t turn away from Florida the way it was supposed to. This message arrived after I had already checked and confirmed that the storm was, in fact, still expected to turn.

I have no reason to doubt that she was telling the truth, given the historically disgraceful behavior of TV journalists and meteorologists. They do their best to mischaracterize hurricane news every year.

I have had to tell her more than once that I have been through many storms and watches and that I know what I’m doing. It’s strange that she doesn’t have faith in me. When you’re used to sitting in front of a screen searching out the best and most current hurricane information, you don’t need correction from people who listen to the ranting of TV know-nothings who have a long, long history of lying.

She is trying to help me, but it’s not helpful at all. My duty as a Christian is to fight worry, not to absorb and incubate it.

I’m concerned about the way she focuses on external problems and then magnifies them. She lives a very stress-filled life, and she always has. She needs to be set free.

Dorian is still projected to miss Florida and Georgia entirely. That’s what the ECMWF and GFS models say, and the NAM model agrees, as far as it goes. It doesn’t go past Tuesday, so it doesn’t say what will happen when Dorian passes Florida.

My area is now given about a 45% chance of tropical-storm-force winds. You know what that means? It means there’s a 45% chance that at some point, someone near me will measure a breeze of 39 mph or more lasting at least 60 seconds. So if we have 25-mph winds for a hour, and then we have 39-mph winds for a minute, and then we go back to 25-mph winds, the weather people will say we got tropical-storm-force winds.

It’s not a scary forecast.

Aside from the fact that our best science tells us the storm is very unlikely to hit me, there is also the more important fact that I keep hearing the same thing in prayer. Who tells storms where they can and can’t go? Not the NHC.

I got a little testy yesterday and criticized the hurricane-panic media somewhat more harshly than I should have. I didn’t get the facts wrong, but my tone wasn’t that nice. I was angry from years of being goaded and gaslighted during times of considerable stress, and I let that rule me. I should not have done that. I’ll try to avoid it from here on out.

I’m surprised at how hard people here are still working to prepare. I saw numerous generators at Home Depot yesterday, blocking aisles. Buying things like bread is still a hit-or-miss proposition. I saw some people with a rented truck full of new generators, sitting in the parking lot at Lowe’s. They must be here to price-gouge, which is a crime. You can’t make money paying retail for generators and then selling them for the same price.

Cubans are famous for price-gouging in Miami. The whole county turns into a black market after a storm.

Here’s what I wonder: are the people who are still preparing trying to be extra cautious, or are they just duped because they watch broadcast TV? They may think we’re about to get a direct hit for all I know.

You don’t buy a generator the week before a storm. You buy it when they go on sale or you wait for a Craigslist deal.

My own generator runs like a dream now, which is more evidence that we won’t get hit by major winds. The more you prepare, the less happens.

I got my drill press’s VFD wired up and installed yesterday, and I’m going to drill a hole in my generator’s cord cover so I can start it with a drill without removing any parts. I don’t know why everyone doesn’t do this. Starter cords can be exhausting to pull over and over, and they’re hard on joints and spines. You have to be very sure to pull the drill off the nut when the generator starts. You don’t want the generator spinning you around by the wrist.

When this storm passes, I’m going to look into a big Predator generator that puts out more juice. I want to be able to use big tools out of my truck, and I also want to be able to run one water heater if the power goes out. I haven’t checked my water heater, but the web says they put out 4500 watts. My generator tops out at 5500, which doesn’t leave much room for ceiling fans and the fridge. A big Predator will give me another 1750 watts.

I could actually create a separate 250V outlet for the water heater and use two generators. As long as the circuits are separate, it ought to work. A clever person would create a switch that moves the juice from the water heater to my smaller central air unit. I could turn on the water heater before showers, and at night, I could use the generator to keep my bedroom cool.

Predator is Harbor Freight’s brand. Should I be afraid to use a Harbor Freight generator? I don’t think so. All the Chinese “Chonda” generator brands appear to sell the same products. My generator is a Champion, and it is not particularly impressive. Definitely Chinese. It seems like there are really only two brands of portable generator: Honda, and everyone else. You will pay 4 times as much for a Honda, and the electricity will taste exactly the same.

A Predator will take a battery, too, so there would be no need to cut a hole to crank it with a drill.

You can tell Predator products are good, because Harbor Freight’s standard coupons exclude them. They always exclude the good stuff.

I wish more Christians understood that deliberate worry is a sin, not a virtue. It’s bad when other Christians worry on purpose, thinking it makes them better people, but when they try to put that mess on me, they’re compounding the sin. Trying to worry another Christian is a form of temptation. It’s not acceptable.

Really, if you want to help me, and you think worrying me is a good thing, you and I have different religious beliefs, and you will just offend me.

I’m not worried, although I am out of Pop Tarts. I’ll work on that, and then life should be perfect.

Knots

It’s a beautiful new Saturday, with a beautiful new hurricane forecast, depending on where you live. Dorian’s projected path has moved even farther away from Florida.

Right now, the GFS and ECMWF computer models are predicting maximum winds of 14 knots at my location. By that I mean the model which predicts the highest winds predicts 14 knots. The GFS model tops out at 11.

The new track is so far off the coast, you have to zoom out on the computer to see it.

As I keep saying, I don’t pay any attention to TV heads when it comes to hurricanes. They have a conflict of interest. They need to attract viewers more than they need to disseminate correct information, and they usually do what’s best for themselves. They’re still hysterical over Dorian. To watch TV and read stories, you would think Florida was doomed, when, in reality, there probably won’t be any severe weather anywhere in the state.

I took a look at the Weather Channel’s site today. If I ran the Weather Channel, I would hope my forecasters were saying things like, “Great news for Florida today. It appears very unlikely that Dorian will cause any major problems there. Keep taking reasonable precautions and watch the projected path, but be glad the outlook has improved so much.” That’s not what I’m seeing, however. They’re still fanning the flames of panic.

I saw something really disgraceful at Windy.com today. A meteorologist named Marshall Shepherd (from the Weather Channel) posted a full-blown berserker rant yesterday morning, and it’s still up on the website.

Some quotes:

Dorian is about to hit Florida really hard. The most urgently worded hurricane update.

Note the certainty. Dorian “is” going to hit, and it’s going to hit “really hard.” How can you justify that kind of propaganda, with a projected path as wide as it was when he wrote that? And aren’t these the same people who keep telling us forecasts are uncertain? How can forecasts be uncertain when a storm is definitely going to hit?

Totally unjustified.

Urgent, urgent hurricane update (Friday 7:00 am)

This probably going to be my most urgently worded update in some time.

So…wait while I try to understand this. I feel that you’re trying to be urgent here. Is that right, or am I taking something out of context?

Why would a weather professional tasked with informing the public talk like this? Is generating panic part of his job description?

Not “urgent”; “urgent, urgent.” Who writes like that?

You know what? I just remembered where else I’ve heard that.

The east coast of Florida, much of the state, and coastal GA/Carolinas face a major and life-threatening and sustained threat.

Again, from a person who has been through a bunch of storms, a hurricane is not a “life-threatening threat” unless you’re disabled or utterly irresponsible. Get into a strong building and wait a few hours. When you come out, don’t grab any downed power lines. You’ll be safe. I promise. If I’m wrong and you die, I’ll give you fifty dollars. But you have to ask for it in person.

A lot of people died in New Orleans during the Katrina mess. They died because they stayed where they were, at or below sea level, in structures that couldn’t protect them. Their mayor, who later went to prison, didn’t let President Bush help them. The feds sent buses, and they sat unused. You can still find a photo of the buses sitting in deep water. What happened in New Orleans had nothing to do with the dangers of hurricanes. It was all about unbelievably poor decisions made by politicians and private citizens who were fully informed. Hurricanes are not very dangerous to people who have even a sliver of common sense.

It’s not just possible to get complete protection from a hurricane; it’s extremely easy. Get in car. Drive to shelter. Wait. If no car, take bus or walk. Done.

You can go online and see photos and videos of cars in New Orleans, under water in front of houses. People had cars and still stayed where they were.

New Orleans has hosted generations of people who were trained by the left to depend on the government for everything. Many of them stayed home because they were afraid they wouldn’t be there to receive their welfare checks. You can look that up. Leftism trains people to be helpless, and this surely contributed to the death toll. People sat and waited for Uncle Sam to swoop in wearing a cape.

The same mentality was on display later at the Superdome and (after the Superdome’s flaws proved it unsuitable) the Astrodome, two stadiums where “survivors” were sheltered.

It’s amazing that the word “survivors” was used at the time. This is a great example of snowflakespeak. If you live through a hurricane, you’re not a “survivor.” That word should be reserved for things like shipwrecks and nuclear attacks. If you live through a hurricane, you’re really…nothing. You’re just a person who experienced a storm.

People at the stadiums fought and littered. They stole from each other. They raped and stabbed. They kept their surroundings filthy. One shot a National Guard soldier. They had to put barbed wire between the “survivors” and the National Guard, for the National Guard’s protection! The “survivors” stayed much longer than they should have. They kept complaining and demanding things long after they should have gone to work and gotten back to the affairs of normal life.

This is what social programs teach people to do. On the other side of the coin, the Japanese cleaned up after Fukushima in a few weeks, and we didn’t see angry Japanese citizens brawling in stadiums and demanding more help.

When Andrew came, I put my car in a concrete warehouse. I also protected my vehicles when other severe storms hit Miami. When Irma passed by the coast at my latitude, I put the vehicles in the garage and workshop. Do I deserve a patent or a Nobel Prize? Of course not. Even a goat is smart enough to head for shelter when it rains.

We have thunderstorms where I live. They are life-threatening…to people who stand outside waiting to be hit by lightning. I stay in the house. So far, I have survived. Life is full of risk. They key to survival is taking obvious steps to mitigate it.

I don’t know what more I can say about this. Either it’s already obvious, or you will never understand it.

I have two other significant concerns. First, the storm is projected to slow significantly once it makes landfall (overnight argh) around Monday evening or early Tuesday morning. The models then show it slowly meandering up the Peninsula, which means every Part of peninsula Florida would eventually be affected.

Every part of the peninsula would be…”affected.” Is that really a responsible way to put it? Yes, if the storm lands in Boca and then moves up to Georgia, it will at least rain everywhere on the peninsula. Some areas will get a real disaster, and others will get puddles. Isn’t a little nuance in order?

This slow meandering storm will pose a significant wind and storm threat but we could also see 2 to 3 feet of rain and life-threatening flooding.

Two to three FEET of rain? FEET? That has to be a typo. One foot would be a great deal. Hurricane Barry rained like crazy and didn’t hit two feet anywhere.

Are floods life-threatening? Yes. If you don’t evacuate or you try to travel in them. Otherwise, no.

I truly hoping people are making those inaccurate, cliche jokes next week (actually forecasts have a high degree of accuracy people just tend to remember the occasional miss like they do a rare field goal miss in a big game by a really good kicker), but there is nothing at this point that suggests that anything is going to change.

Actually, the forecast changed greatly ten hours after he published this conniption.

This mess is dated 7:00 a.m. on Friday, and by 5:00 p.m., the path was looking much better.

Was the information leading to the change unavailable to this connected Weather Channel employee, or was he just making things up?

It’s hard for me to understand how a grown male could get this emotional and lose his composure to the point where he ended up inciting panic instead of spreading information.

Here are two shots of computer models forecasters rely on. In these pictures, the storm is moving north. Try and reconcile them with, “Dorian is about to hit Florida really hard.”

This storm may actually end up farther offshore than the current forecast suggests, so “about to hit” was not a very responsible thing to say.

I just checked the 11:00 report, and Dorian’s path has, in fact, moved farther out to sea.

Here’s a great question: why is Marshall’s cry of distress still up, a day after the forecast changed? Where is the correction?

I hate to be the bearer of good tidings, but come on. Can we please take a minute and admit that the press is deliberately spreading terror?

I know things can change. I’m not stupid. They already have changed, and I’m writing about it. Right now, Dorian could start moving right toward my house at 50 mph, it could be a category 5 when it arrives, and it could sit here motionless for a week, erasing all traces of human occupation. Sure, that could happen. But shouldn’t a forecaster talk about what’s likely to happen and not obsess on the absolute worst and least likely case?

The NHC is a little less flaky, and here is what they now say:

Although the latest guidance has shifted a little bit eastward again this morning, there are still ECMWF and GFS ensemble members that do not forecast the northward turn so soon. On this basis, NHC prefers to shift the track forecast just a little bit to the right of the previous one, and the new official forecast lies along the western edge of the guidance envelope. This will allow for further adjustments in the track during future forecast cycles.

Translation: “This thing is really unlikely to hit Florida, but it could, so we are not moving the cone as far east as most models predict.”

Here is what Marshall Shepherd meant to say, I’m sure: “Dorian MIGHT hit Florida really hard, or it could blow off into the ocean and upset a bunch of shrimp.”

I guess I write like this every time a spot pops up on the weather maps, but it’s upsetting to see these people agitate the public. They’re like fire-and-brimstone preachers, screeching at the drunks in the back of the church in order to save them from hell. Their message is totally inappropriate for most of us. They treat all of us as though we were idiots. They exaggerate and threaten as if the truth wouldn’t motivate us at all.

People are reacting, Weather Channel. You can get off the soapbox now, believe me. Try buying a loaf of bread in Florida right now. Try buying bottled water. Stores are picked clean. You can relax and start telling the truth. The people who won’t prepare are never going to listen, and you’re just scaring the others.

You’re also blowing your credibility, such as it is. You blew it with me years ago. I wouldn’t trust Jim Cantore if he told me it was Saturday.

Because my dad had dementia, he was easily upset by things he saw on TV, and he really flipped out when he saw hurricane stories. I was trying to care for him, and he would badger me over and over about preparation and so on. I would reassure him, and he would forget, and I would have to do it all over again many times. The news heads know there are people who will get unnecessarily worried by their prancing and shrieking, and they do it anyway. That’s not right. They make life hard for caregivers and the people they look after, just to sell more ads. I suffered because of their thoughtlessness, and so did my dad.

It’s time for a great video classic. Remember the guy who pretended the winds were blowing him over while people walked around unconcerned behind him?

That’s Mike Seidel. Remember that name, if you insist on watching weather news. It might save you a stroke.

The Weather Channel published a ridiculous, completely dishonest defense. They said he had a hard time standing because he was tired and situated on wet grass. Okay. It’s really hard to stand on grass, isn’t it? And he had a great, yet hidden, reason for standing on something he supposedly found slick, when pavement was a few feet away.

Here’s another gem. Anderson Cooper stood in waist-high water to show how bad hurricane flooding was, while his crew filmed him from much shallower water a few feet away. The really wild thing about this is that he got indignant and tried to defend himself, making the whole situation even worse.

Why would an honest person do that? Imagine getting dressed and going to work, and having to deal with waist-deep water. Would you jump in and mess up your clothes and shoes, or would you stand on dry ground and say something like, “That water over there is waist-deep?”

Do I have to ask that?

Put down your drink before you watch this beauty. A reporter named Michelle Kosinski got in a canoe to show how deep flood waters were, and while she was talking to Matt Lauer (I will not go down that rabbit trail), a couple of guys walked by. The water was only up to their ankles. The woman put a canoe in ankle-deep water to fool the public.

It’s sad that people keep defending the panic apparatus.

If the storm comes here and gives Ocala a pounding, will it prove I’m wrong? Of course not. The nervous Nancys on TV would still be at fault for exaggerating, lying, and mischaracterizing. If their baseless predictions came true, it would just be a random thing, and we already knew that could happen.

Look at the models. Read the NHC site. Avoid TV at all costs. You can handle this just fine, because you’re not stupid. Mike Seidel and Anderson Cooper are not the kind of people you want talking to you during an emergency.

Here I am, loaded down with survival food, and the storm is becoming less of a threat by the hour.

Maybe I threw myself on that box of Pop Tarts for nothing.

UPDATE

The models now show Dorian missing Florida and Georgia entirely. One model shows it hitting South Carolina and continuing up the coast. The other shows it missing every state except for a brief blow to North Carolina.

The models predict winds in the area of 40-50 knots when the storm lands. Hurricanes start at 64 knots. Just saying.

The last measurement I saw for Dorian’s eye was 10 nautical miles. Small, small, small.

Latest Forecast not Comforting to Pessimists

Because it’s raining and I am stalling, and because it’s hard to stop looking at hurricane updates, I am here to report on the latest projection.

They are moving the projected track of Hurricane Dorian to the east. Is this a good thing? Yes. If you’re me. If you’re not me, then no, it’s not good at all.

The new projected track takes Dorian straight up the coast. People in Florida like to be near the water, so a big long scrape up the coast will cause problems for lots of Floridians.

It could be worse. Once you get north of Palm Beach, the population thins out, which is a remarkable thing, really. Why are so many people cramming into the Miami-Palm Beach corridor when they could be living in nice places like Sebastian?

People love cities. It’s like loving dysentery, but there you go.

If the eye of the storm is close to the coast, it will be at least 50 miles from me, meaning nearly nothing will happen here.

Here’s a funny thing about storm tracks. Not only is there a trend in the expected locations the storm will occupy; there is a trend in the shape of the projected track. The track is curling up like a finger over time, as if beckoning toward the Atlantic. I wonder if that means anything. I don’t mean supernaturally. If a track tends toward a certain shape, does that mean it’s likely to keep transforming into that shape? Will it have a sort of momentum that keeps pushing it to assume that form? I guess so.

Dorian’s cone of death used to be sort of a wind sock, without much of a bend in it. Now it has a pretty good bend in it. If it keeps bending, it will miss the coast. The ECMWF model now shows Dorian missing the coast. The GFS model shows it staying close to the water.

What if it misses the United States entirely? There’s a good chance it will. That would be really funny. I get tired of the Chicken Littles who revel in despair and worry. They nibble at me like ducks every time a hurricane appears. Some get irritated when I dismiss their dire prophesies. It’s pretty clear they actually get angry when disasters fail to materialize. Like Jonah, when Nineveh was spared. They definitely get mad when you refuse to join the anxiety fest. It would do them good to see their hopes for Dorian dashed.

It would do everyone in Florida a lot of good!

I’ve made some people extremely angry by criticizing hurricane hysteria. I actually quit an online forum because of it. Many people are legitimately in love with pessimism. That’s not an exaggeration. They hold it close and cuddle it, and they lash out at anyone who doesn’t want to pet it. All I can say is this: that’s not a baby you’re holding; it’s a stinking ball of pus, and I’m not getting any on me.

God tells us not to worry. That’s actually a commandment. It may well be my favorite, although I should really prefer the first commandment.

More news as it fails to develop.

This is Why People Move to Tennessee

The Cone of Certain Death is narrowing, and I am sorry to say it’s narrowing around me.

Originally, Dorian was forecast to hit the coast to my east and then move toward me. Then the forecast path took a huge veer to the south, putting the center of the cone over Boca Raton, more or less. This was great news for me, because it gave the storm a long time to poop out over dry land before getting to me. Now they’ve decided it will still travel a long way over dry land, but they insist it will still have 75-mph maximum winds when it’s maybe 30 miles to my east. That’s just barely a hurricane, but it counts.

Wunderground.com is predicting maximum sustained winds of 40 to 60 mph here, for a few hours. I disagree, for reasons I will put forth below.

In prayer, I get very strong faith for no tropical-storm-force winds at either of my residential properties, but just in case, I have pulled out the big guns: Hillshire Farms smoked beef sausage.

I didn’t want to resort to this, but my hand was forced.

I have a lot of propane and butane, and I expect to have refrigeration no matter what happens. That means I’ll be able to grill. The truth is that I grill most hot meals now; I’m very spoiled by the lack of kitchen cleaning. I prefer the grill to the appliances. If I lose power and can’t rely on my electric stove and oven, I’ll go on with life as it is now, blasting everything with propane.

A couple of days ago, there was very little bottled water available around here. I just went to Publix (major grocery chain) and found pallets of purified water, so I got three cases. That brings me up to 5+, and I’m also going to fill a cooler with clean water on Tuesday night, if the forecast doesn’t look cheery.

They had the smoked sausages on sale for half price, so I snapped those up. It was probably a stupid thing to do, since grocery stores will be open next week no matter what, but it made me feel proactive and manly.

I’ve soured on hot dogs. They’re very small, and they don’t taste that great. Smoked sausages and brats are a lot better.

I got myself a wire for the generator, along with a plug and receptacle. The little 30-amp stuff sold out 15 minutes after Dorian was named, but I am a smart guy with a lot of stuff in his garage, so I didn’t need any of that. I can use one of my welder adapters to hook the generator up to a homemade 50-amp cord, and that will allow me to put the generator outside the workshop.

I’m not assembling the cord yet. I don’t think I’m going to need it, and I would like to return the parts to Lowe’s. I’m stuck with the wire, because they don’t accept wire returns. Maybe I’ll use it for something in the workshop. I still need to set up one more 20-amp socket.

I got myself 6 gallons of socialist ethanol gasoline. The station that sells real gas was out, of course, so I couldn’t buy it for my outdoor power tools. I could have gotten 11 gallons of toxic commie gas, but I didn’t want the hassle of trying to put it in my car’s tank after the storm misses us. I figure I can grab some more if things start to look bad.

While I was at Lowe’s, I met the realtor who sold my dad this house. He was buying romex, so I figured he was rigging up a generator. No, he is building a new workshop. His wife took over his existing shop. He talked about how great my property is and how he hadn’t seen anything else like it. He says the value is going up. I hope so.

He isn’t worried at all about the storm. He thinks Irma wiped out most of the loose trees, and like me, he lacks confidence in Dorian’s ability to stay strong after 200 miles of travel over land.

One nice thing about Dorian is that it’s very small. It may look big on satellite photos, but almost all of what you’re seeing is peripheral clouds that don’t amount to squat. The actual hurricane appears to be less than 10 miles wide. That means that if the eye is over 5 miles away, your winds are below 75 mph. Move out to 20 miles, and they’re much lower.

They say the storm will get bigger, but it’s not going to be a large storm. If it doubles in size, it will still only be 20 miles across, so you will have to be within maybe 25 miles of the eye to get whacked. This means most people in the dreaded cone aren’t going to have any problems at all.

If you watch the computer animations, you will see that Dorian isn’t expected to grow. Journalists say it is, but they always get it wrong. It may well be that the pack of weak, irrelevant clouds around it will grow in diameter, but that stuff is all horse manure. There is very little wind in it.

Journalists say the storm will grow. Guess where their information comes from? The same computer models I’m looking at, and those models say it’s going to stay small.

A storm under 20 miles across has to be pretty accurate to hit you with any real power.

Andrew was a murderous storm with winds not far below 200 mph, but it barely covered the lower half of Dade County. It was not big at all. People in Hollywood, a few miles north of the county line, just got a stiff breeze. Dorian is small and also much weaker than Andrew.

The GFS and ECMWF models are predicting something like 25 knots at my house. Even the places where it is expected to be strongest at this latitude are predicted to get 29 and 33 knots, tops.

Things are looking good. I believe God has told me my properties will be fine, and even if I’m wrong, this is a tiny, weak storm which is expected to miss me.

And I have smoked sausages.

If it quits raining, I will probably go out and confirm that my generator is working. That will be my 15 minutes of work for the day.

I see I forgot to write about my generator’s reanimation.

This generator had more than one problem, and that, coupled with my lack of knowledge, made it hard to diagnose. At first, it had a carb clogged by socialist gasoline full of environment-damaging ethanol. It also had gas in the crankcase. This was caused by the design of the machine, or, rather, by my failure to take heed of it. It has a fuel tank situated above the carb, and gravity is always pushing the gas down toward the engine. There is a valve that allows you to shut off the fuel supply, and if you don’t use it, gas can push past the carb’s float needle and into the crankcase.

I am used to modern engines that don’t flood their crankcases with oil, so I didn’t shut off the fuel petcock. Now I know better.

The original carb was also badly cast and machined, so it was hard to seal.

While I was working on the machine, and before I knew there was gas in the oil, I flooded everything by cranking the engine for long periods with a drill. That made the engine less likely to start.

On top of all this, I worked on the engine with the air filter removed. It would be torture to install and remove it 50 times during a repair job. Removing the air filter won’t keep the engine from starting, but I found out it will make it run lean so you can’t operate it with the choke off. If you do this for long periods, the excess fuel can thin the oil so much you get internal damage.

The first carb was a lemon and also full of ethanol crud. The second carb was probably fine until I worked on it. The third carb had no problems, but by the time I understood what was happening, there was gas and fuel in places where they were not supposed to be.

I finally got the engine running last night, and after it died a few times, I learned that I needed to put the air filter on it in order to make it run correctly. As far as I know, it’s fine now.

Using the drill to crank the engine was a stroke of genius. I plan to modify the generator so I can do this without removing the pull cord apparatus. I may just drill a hole in the apparatus cover, large enough to admit a socket and an extension, which would be attached to the drill.

Here is help for people with Honda-clone engines like mine.

1. Do not use ethanol gas.

2. If you use ethanol gas, use Biobor EB to treat it. Sta-bil does not really work.

3. Do not leave any gas in the generator if you’re going to let it sit for more than three weeks. Run it dry, but don’t stop there. Run a little pure Sea Foam through it, or take it apart and clean it with carb cleaner, including inside all the tiny fuel passages, or do whatever else you have to do to keep it clear. Running it dry, all by itself, will not necessarily prevent varnish from forming. I kid you not.

4. If your engine gets clogged, buy a Chinese carb on Ebay and replace it. They’re very cheap, and they’re generally exactly the same as OEM carbs.

5. If you have a gravity-feed generator, put a fuel filter in the fuel line. It’s very simple. It’s amazing that the manufacturers don’t do this.

6. If you have to work on the engine, remove the cover for the pull cord and crank the engine with a drill and socket.

7. If everything looks good, but the engine won’t start, pull the low-oil sensor wire. It’s on the side of the engine near the oil cap. These sensors screw up and give false readings.

8. If you leave your fuel valve open by mistake, check your oil. If it has gas in it, you need to change it before running the engine.

9. Your local car parts store won’t take oil with gas in it, so buy a galvanized bucket and use it to burn the oil outdoors. I didn’t tell you this.

10. Once you get the engine running, install the air filter before evaluating the speed and mixture and so on. The filter affects these things.

You now owe me more than you can ever repay. Good luck.

Reunited With the Band Saw

I keep feeling faith for an escape from Hurricane Dorian, which is good, because I still can’t get my generator working.

I bought a Champion 5500-watt generator in 2017, and I followed the directions. After I used it, I ran it dry to prevent ethanol fuel from gumming it up. It gummed it up anyway, because running a machine dry won’t actually prevent the problem. This is known, but Champion continues to put the same useless advice in manuals.

Generators should run on propane, not gasoline. Either that or diesel. Just a clue for you manufacturers. Propane is not complicated. The generators would last longer, and they would never clog.

When I got it running last year, it surged. That ordinarily means a clogged pilot jet. I used a wire drill to open the jet, but the generator would not run, and fuel leaked out.

I put a new carburetor on it, and fuel still leaked out. I put a third carburetor on it, and now the fuel only leaks out right after I crank the generator. I’m using an electric drill to crank it, in order to avoid a heart attack. It kind of amazes me that generator makers don’t put hex fittings on the outsides of their machines in order to make electric drills the default cranking option.

I know I have a spark. I know the plug gap is right. I don’t know how strong the spark is.

I believe the generator is flooding, and the leaking fuel is just gas running out of a piston that can’t burn it.

Irritating. But for ethanol, which is a leftist scam that has many ill effects and no up side, this machine would be purring away.

In my last post, I poked fun at Heavy.com for referring to the hurricane animation at Windy.com as “live.” It’s actually a bunch of computer projections. There are a bunch of well-known computer models used to simulate hurricanes.

Most people don’t know it, but weather forecasting was one of the driving forces for the development of computers. We had tons of weather data and no practical way to crunch it. Now the machinery is much better, so forecasters are able to provide us with much slicker and faster wrong predictions.

There are three models up at Windy, and I have been enjoying watching them. The scariest one says I’m going to get something like 23 knots. That would be refreshing, not destructive.

I will keep praying. One person’s prayers can change the weather. Elijah caused and ended a drought, all by himself, by praying.

This experience reminds me of the things that make Florida a difficult place to live. It makes me think about Tennessee, where the worst weather problems are sporadic tornadoes.

While I was working on the generator, I needed a two-by-four. I wanted to raise the end of the generator to make sure fuel was getting to the petcock, and I didn’t have the right size lumber. I had four-by-fours.

Yesterday, I got my 250V wiring installed, and that meant the band saw was available for use. This made it possible for me to make my own two-by-for. I took a break from the generator, installed the saw blade, banged out a dent in the motor’s fan cover (little problem from its trip from Miami), and put a four-by-four on the saw table. Zzzzzzzzt. Two-by-four. Nice.

Some lady is trying to sell a Jet band saw on Craigslist. I may buy it. Jet is not the best manufacturer, but it’s Taiwanese, so the basic machine should be very good. I might have to add a couple of bells and whistles.

My current band saw is a 19″ job, which is enormous by most people’s standards. I got a good price on it, so I bought it. It’s great, but I keep a 1/2″ blade on it, and that limits the curves I can cut on it. It would be good to have a smaller, handier saw with a 1/4″ blade. Changing blades takes several minutes, and it’s tedious. If I had the Jet, I would have two blade sizes ready at all times. It’s a 14″ saw, so it wouldn’t be as good for big jobs, but that’s what the big saw is fore.

I haven’t reanimated my drill press yet. I would have done that today if the generator had started. I have to reinstall the VFD and power cord. It’s a five-minute job. I hope. Then I have to put the X-Y table and vise back on. Then I’ll be in business.

I can’t wait to hear my table saw come to life again. A good table saw is a wonder tool. They’re super accurate, and mine has a huge 5HP motor, so basically, I can cut redwoods in half. I already have a job in mind. I need to cut down a piece of plywood so I can use it for a shelf in my planer stand. I can do this with the band saw, but it’s hard to trade off the table saw’s crazy accuracy.

The other day I had to buy a two-foot-square sheet of plywood. That was humiliating. I might as well have gone to Home Depot wearing a dress and ruby slippers. A man should break down his own plywood. With the correct technique and a sturdy saw, breaking down entire sheets of sheet goods like plywood is not a problem. Next time I need a piece of plywood, I should get a sheet and then cut the rest in smaller pieces and keep it. The per-square-foot price of plywood goes up a lot when you buy small pieces.

I have a nutty idea for the table saw. I may turn the wooden table into a workbench for woodworking.

When it comes to “proper” tools, woodworkers have various bugs up their butts and bats in their belfries. You should see how they stress themselves over workbenches. A workbench has to be hardwood. No, it has to be spruce. It has to be an English style bench. No, it has to be a Roubot bench. It has to be this thick. It has to be this wide. You have to have this kind of vise.

You know what? They can’t actually prosecute you for violating the rules.

My table used to be a computer desk. I bought the desk in the 1990’s. I don’t think you can get one like it now. The manufacturer probably figured out that it was overbuilt. It was very hard particle board, about 1.5″ thick, covered with sturdy melamine. The ones they make now are relatively flimsy. I couldn’t get rid of the desk, so I cut the top up and put it in my table saw. It’s crude, but it works very well. I put a router lift in it. If I removed the table top and made a new one from laminated hardwood, I could put bench dog holes in it and use holdfasts in it. I have to think about it.

I could put a woodworking vise on the far end of it. It’s not possible to put one on the side of the table, as you ordinarily would, because the sides are covered by a long Biesemeyer fence made of steel.

It would work. Monsieur Roubot wouldn’t come out of his grave and curse at me in French.

You can’t let the perfect be the enemy of the good. Even if the bench was weird and not ideal, it would be way, way better than melamine with no vise.

Anyway, the computers all say they don’t think Dorian will cause any problems here, and the workshop has suddenly become functional. Life could be worse.

I’m not Going to be Taken Out by Something With a Name Like “Dorian”

Yesterday was an eventful day. I prepared for the arrival of Hurricane Dorian, and I also finished wiring up two 250V sockets for my power tools.

When you don’t know anything about hurricanes (or you have a bunch of kids), you prepare by buying several weeks’ worth of groceries, enough water for an army, a battery-powered radio, first aid supplies, 100 pounds of ice, 25 gallons of gas in cans, and 50 pounds of batteries. Leftists and libertarians also buy a lot of weed. I’ve been through a bunch of storms: Andrew, Rita, Wilma, Katrina, and Irma. Here is what I just bought: 5 cans of tuna, a box of Pop Tarts, two cases of bottled water, and a box of protein bars. I also got gas.

It’s just not worth it to overprepare. Even after Andrew, it was possible to drive 30 miles and buy whatever I needed.

There are some things you really do need to get in advance. I’m talking about chainsaws, mainly. The day after Irma, every chainsaw in the western hemisphere changed hands, and it was impossible to find one anywhere. Also, if you want a generator, you need to buy it at least one day before the NHC discovers the depression that will become your hurricane. Predicting that is a little tough.

Here is what I would need, if a storm got me: two ceiling fans, a refrigerator, and a stove. That means I would need a generator capable of supplying maybe 20 amps. The stove wouldn’t be part of the equation, because I have a butane stove and a gas grill. I just bought my second new Chinese carb for my generator, which is leaking gas out the front. The first new Chinese carb was somehow messed up, so I bet another $22 on another one. Beats paying someone a hundred bucks to take a month to fix the old one.

I have been using my supernatural tools to get God’s help with the storm. Yesterday my friend Travis felt the Holy Spirit call him to leave a college class and pray with me, so he walked out and called me. That was excellent.

The storm’s projected path was right over me for a while, but now it’s down by Tampa, and it’s also projected to make landfall pretty far south. Moving over land will sap its strength, and the added distance between me and the storm will reduce the effects here. I think this trend will continue.

I haven’t watched a single news program. What a waste of time that would have been. They always say the same thing: “Wherever you are, no matter what the storm track looks like, you will have hurricane-force winds, and you will probably die.” In order to improve ratings, they wave their hands and shriek like girls who think Justin Bieber may be nearby. It’s disgraceful.

You know who gets hurt in hurricanes? People who have absolutely no judgment. It’s really hard to get hurt in a hurricane. Stay in a sturdy shelter, and avoid flood areas. Keep a safe distance from downed wires. Do not be under falling trees. Bang. You’re safe. It’s really that simple. To hear journalists describe it, you would think hurricanes penetrate concrete bunkers to kill people who have spent years preparing. It’s like they’re confusing hurricanes with ninjas or the Terminator.

Here’s a story you will never read: “Bob Smith was killed by Hurricane Hillary last night. He was sleeping in his code-compliant concrete block home which isn’t in a flood plain, and he was nowhere near falling trees or downed power lines.”

Actually, in a really nasty storm, you can be hit by a tornado that breaks a concrete wall, but there is no way to prepare for that, short of sleeping in a parking garage. It has probably never happened, anyway.

My impression, based on prayer, is that I’m in the clear. Of course, I am praying for other people, too.

I found an amazing site that predicts the future. I went to Heavy.com because Google said they had hurricane info, and they had a “live” radar animation for Dorian. I wanted this because the NHC has stopped issuing updates every three hours. For some reason, they’re farther apart. That’s probably good news for me, because it almost certainly means the NHC is having trouble predicting the storm’s path. If that’s true, then the storm may be headed even farther away from me than I thought.

According to the “live” video, Dorian is going to hit Boca Raton and then move up the state like a spinning, highly destructive suppository. When it gets to me, it will be a mere thunderstorm.

What a great site. I wish I could zoom in really close and maybe get a shot of a newspaper on a park bench, with racing results and stock market reports for next week.

It would be great for me if the storm landed between Miami and Ocala, because it would spare my residential real estate in both areas. Not great for the Bocans, however.

Click to see the future.

I ate some of the Pop Tarts already.

I am now substantially less prepared.

It’s irritating to deal with people who constantly goad you not just to prepare, but to be upset and rushed. It’s not happening. Don’t waste your time. Worry and hurry are for the flesh. I am not an animal. I’m the patience and peace of God, according to his word. I slept like a rock last night, and I plan to remain in peace no matter what.

Thinking that worry, and worrying other people, are good things is a serious character flaw. It’s toxic. Unfortunately, people who carry and spread worry are usually self-righteous about it. They think it’s a virtue, and that people should be admired for it. They think worry proves you’re a good person. Actually, worry is faith in Satan. Sorry to tell you that. Faith in God IS righteousness, so what is faith in Satan? Sin. You can’t impress a knowledgeable Christian with your righteousness by worrying, and you definitely can’t shame me for not worrying. It’s like being ashamed of being potty-trained.

Being proud of worrying is like being proud you don’t bathe.

Over and over in the Bible, God commands his children not to worry. Where, exactly, does he tell them to worry?

Enough about the weather. The real news is that I got my electrical sockets installed. I wish I could convey the relief I feel. You would think something like this wouldn’t mean much to a Christian who is supposed to be all holy and focused on the things of God and whatnot, but it’s a very big deal. I feel I’m breathing again, after two years of having a pillow over my face. It’s wonderful.

I rigged up a 50-amp socket and a 20-amp socket. I can use my welders, my table saw, my band saw, my belt grinder, my drill press, and probably something else I’m forgetting. Without these things, I’ve felt helpless. It was like being handcuffed. I might even be able to cut thin stuff with plasma.

If you can’t weld, life is bad. If you can’t grind, life is bad. If you can’t cut wood, life is bad. If you have no compressor, see previous sentence. There are some things you just need to be able to do. Good tools change lives. A series of $50-$1000 jobs performed by other people (or abandoned) becomes a series of free jobs performed by you, at your convenience.

The sockets are in my workshop. Now I need a couple in my garage, so I can get my lathe and mill moved up here. Man, that will be nice. God willing.

My friend Mike was asking about my belt grinder. You need one of these. If you’re not financially endowed, get a 1″x42″ grinder for $40. It won’t be idea, but it will do a lot more than you know, and it will still be useful after you get a big grinder. If you have money to spend, get a 2″x72″ job with at least two horsepower and a variable frequency drive. You’ll be able to do amazing things with any material you can name.

Belt grinders tend to be expensive. If you buy one off the shelf, you can expect to blow maybe $1500. I spent $500, plus about $80 for a fantastic 3HP motor, plus maybe $200 for the VFD. I put a little money into a plywood platform and a VFD enclosure. That was pretty cheap, and my grinder will do exactly what a $3000 Burr King will do, except mine has more power and much more versatility. You don’t have to have variable speed. You can skip that, get a 2HP 125V motor (totally enclosed, for protection from grit and dust), and do just fine. Save yourself hundreds and then wait to upgrade later.

Most people don’t have 3HP motors. I have one because it was easier to find than a 2HP motor. I bought a beautiful 2HP Mitsubishi motor, and the Ebay seller packed it in a flat rate box with no support. The Postal Service broke a foot off the cast iron base, so a claim was filed, and I got my money back. The Postal Service did not want the broken motor, so I had to do something with it. I used stainless MIG wire to weld the foot back on, and it held perfectly, so now I have a nice 2HP motor doing nothing. I ordered the 3HP motor to replace it.

If you’re a good (or mediocre) woodworker, you can literally make a belt grinder out of plywood, and it will work as well as any 2×72 made. It will last for decades. Belt grinders experience virtually no mechanical stress, except for the relatively light pressure you put on the wheel or platen while grinding. You just need a rigid object that will hold two pulleys and a tool arm in place. You could build one from scrap for almost nothing. I guarantee you, someone on Youtube has done it. I’ll look.

Okay, here it is. One of many.

As long as those wooden pulleys have metal bearings, they will last a hundred years. Pulleys take very little abuse. The contact wheel is another story, since you have to apply pressure to it.

You don’t understand how badly you need a belt grinder unless you have used one.

A vertical band saw is also a greatly underrated tool. You should be able to find a good 14″ saw on the web for $400 or less. It won’t be quite as accurate as a table saw, and it will throw more dust, but it will do many things a band saw will do, plus a lot more. It will cut curves. It will allow you to turn logs into boards. It’s also much, much safer than a table saw, and it takes up less room.

Now I need to repair the mobile base on my table saw. The movers broke it, and I had to order parts. The movers failed to come through with the papers for an insurance claim, so I decided to stop fighting with them and move on. They were really bad at their job, and I have serious doubts about their honesty.

It’s hard to believe I had a less-than-sublime experience with a business running out of Hialeah, but there it is.

Move up to the Next Level for Under $50

It’s funny how you can’t predict which tools will improve your life the most.

I remember getting my first cordless impact driver. What a revelation. It did everything a basic hand drill would do. It also ran longer, because impact drivers use less energy. It broke stubborn fasteners loose better than a drill. It tightened fasteners much better, with less danger of stripping the heads. It gave me much more control. It put more torque on fasteners yet somehow didn’t twist my wrist like a drill.

I love impact drivers now. Wonderful tools.

I didn’t expect that.

Similarly, I am learning what a splendid tool a cart is.

I bought myself a $49 Harbor Freight 3-tier tool cart a couple of days back, so I would have something to hold tools and other things while I worked on jobs. I coated the bottoms of the insides of the trays with clear Flex Seal, to keep things from scraping the paint off. I stuck a couple of magnetic parts dishes in it. I put the cart together (using an impact driver), and then I tried it out while working on my leaky portable generator.

It was nothing short of amazing. I didn’t have to look around for tools or bend over to pick them up off the ground any more. You wouldn’t believe how much time it saved me or how much easier it made things.

I found out just how much easier it made things, and I don’t mean I found out by using it. I found out how great the cart was when I no longer had it to use.

The cart has 64 bolts in it, and you have to install every one. Naturally, I failed to tighten a few. Twice, I found loose parts lying on the driveway or inside the cart. I had to empty the cart and fix it.

I had to use a box wrench and the impact driver. While I was putting bolts back into the cart and getting them ready to be tightened, I had no place to put the tools. The cart was on its side or upside-down. I couldn’t put anything in it. Guess what I did? I did exactly what I used to do. I put a socket extension in my pocket. I put the impact driver on the grass. It drove me crazy.

As soon as I was deprived of the use of the cart, I understood what a blessing it was.

I used it to move my Kubota’s old battery a hundred feet to my car. That was really nice. Carrying car batteries is an unpleasant job. Mine was caked with crud because it had leaked. The cart made moving it a breeze.

You need a tool cart, believe me. You probably don’t need a fancy one with drawers. They’re inconvenient to load and unload, and you have to move out of the way to open drawers. You probably need a $49 Harbor Freight cart with two magnetic parts dishes.

People complain that the wheels are too far inboard, making the cart tippy. I guess they’re right, although it isn’t a problem unless you load it heavily. Harbor Freight stiffened the bottom tray with two flimsy strips of steel, and in order to work, they had to be away from the cart’s sides. The caster plate bolts have to go through these strips of steel, and that’s why the wheels are so far inboard.

So what? The cart only costs $49. Spend another 15 bucks, put a sheet of 1/4″ plywood on the bottom, and drill new bolt holes farther outboard. Buy 16 longer bolts for 8 dollars. Wow. Was that hard?

You could also put different metal strips on the bottom, for an investment of two dollars. Weld or bolt them on. Yes, welding would mess up the paint. This is why they make Krylon.

It’s worth the investment. It’s the perfect size for what it is, and it has the correct number of trays. It works great.

I’ve picked up some more items that ought to be helpful. I finally bought pry bars. I mean the ones that look like bent screwdrivers yet which are not expensive German screwdrivers (like mine) prying will ruin. Good pry bars have shanks that run all the way through the handles, and they have steel striking caps on the ends so you can beat them between things like chisels. They’re neat tools, because they’re designed to be used in a way that constitutes abuse when you do it to other tools.

I looked around to see who made a decent pry bar, and it looks like Mayhew takes the prize. Snap-On, of course, makes pry bars. Guess what one bar costs? Wrong. It costs $300. You can get them cheaper in sets, but they’re still outrageous. People rave about Mayhew, so I took a chance on a set. You can’t work on things like tractors without pry bars.

I also got a real pedal for my TIG welder. Oops…my AC TIG welder. I have two TIG’s now. My first TIG, an AHP AlphaTIG something or other, is a very nice Chinese machine, but the pedal, while sturdy, is very hard to use. The design is ridiculous. It slides around when you use it, and it’s not that easy to control the amperage.

A company called Nova makes an aftermarket pedal which is very good, so I ordered one. Maybe it will be helpful in my continuing quest to produce one decent TIG bead.

Of course, a guy with machine tools, a belt grinder, a drill press, and welders ought to be able to take the guts of the AHP pedal and build a better pedal around them, but my machine tools still aren’t here, and I am only now getting 250V power to run the other things.

Since I brought up 250V power, I might as well say how my efforts to put sockets in my workshop are going.

I went to Home Depot and stared at electrical parts for maybe 90 minutes. It was very confusing. I thought there were only two kinds of breaker box, and it turns out there are a bunch. Siemens, Cutler-Hammer, Square D QO, Square D Homeline, and God knows what else. I wanted one small box so I could branch my 250V line out to 50A and 30A sockets. I wanted the box to take the same breakers as my other panels, for obvious reasons. I still have no idea whether I got the right product. I bought a Square D QO box, and I’m going to see if it works.

I was going to run conduit in the workshop, but it’s hot, and hanging conduit is a lot of work. I decided to wimp out and go with romex, which is wires wrapped in a rubber sheath. It’s not as classy, but as far as I know, it’s safe and good enough to make code. I got myself a long piece of 6/2 romex, along with a short piece of 10/2 for the 30A branch. We’ll see if it works.

I was originally going to put the sockets on truss chords so power cords would be out of my way, but I decided not to do it. I figure I can put the sockets up high, and after that, if I want, I can hang the machine cords from the trusses. I have to think about it, though. I haven’t gotten very far, so I have time to change my mind.

Right now, I’m being held up by a lack of #6 screws with wide heads. I forgot to buy straps to hold the romex, so I’m stuck with straps I already had, and the screw holes are pretty big.

I also ordered new shelves for my woodworking cabinet. Back in May, I got a steel Husky cabinet from Home Depot, and I put wheels on it so moving it would be easier. It’s bolted to the wall, so the wheels don’t make it dangerous. They’re there to allow me to reposition the cabinet later if I want to. The cabinet is very nice, but they only give you three shelves. That means you’re dividing 72 vertical inches into only four areas. Obviously, that will not work. How many tools do you own that need 18″ of headroom?

Home Depot’s strategy is to sell you a cabinet with three shelves, rated at 150 pounds per shelf, and then leave you to figure out that you need 4 or 5 shelves. Guess what extra shelves cost? About $80 a pair. Okay, Home Depot, you got me. Just for that, I’m going to buy something really expensive and then return it with the box all messed up.

Not really.

I did go to Lowe’s today, however. My, what a nice store that is. And it’s closer to my house.

Of course, your new shelves won’t necessarily hold 150 pounds each, because the 150-pound rating is for a three-shelf cabinet. So 450 pounds divided by 5…let’s call it 88 pounds per shelf, taking the weight of the additional shelves into account. I plan to max out at maybe 50 pounds per shelf, so I can’t say I really care.

Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe the shelf load isn’t closely related to the total capacity. Let’s see…the manual says the box holds 622 pounds. Subtract 10 pounds for the weight of the new shelves, and you get 612 pounds, which, excitingly, is a multiple of 9.

Divide by 6 shelves, including the bottom, and you get 102 pounds per shelf. That will be ample.

Just don’t put 102 pounds on every shelf plus the bottom and then rest your beer on top of the cabinet. You could void your warranty.

The cabinet has pegboard on the insides of the doors, so you would have to subtract the weight of whatever you hang there.

Anyway, it’s a good cabinet, but now that I know it really costs $430 with wheels and 5 shelves, I wonder what else I could have bought for the same price.

I would like to get another cabinet to match it eventually, so I assume Husky will discontinue it right before I decide to do that.

I’m planning to throw out my Rockstar beverage fridge. I keep it in the garage. It’s a counter-height fridge with Rockstar logos all over it. The door lights up so you can see “ROCKSTAR” in the dark. I got it from a tenant who ran off. I thought it was a commercial refrigerator that had been abandoned, but then I found out it was a cheap novelty item. The refrigeration system is built so it freezes over very fast. You can’t really use the fridge, because you have to turn it off every couple of days to defrost it. I think I should go get a real beverage fridge from Home Depot…I mean LOWE’S…and put it on a wheeled base with shelves or something.

The weather should start cooling down in two weeks, so I guess I’ll be getting things done just in time to miss the comfortable working weather. Good planning there.

Hope to get back to my wiring tomorrow.

Workshop Soon to Spring to Life

It is a momentous day. I found out I have 250V power in my workshop.

As an annoying side note, I have decided to write “250V” from now on. It seems like no one can settle on 220V, 230V, 240V, or 250V. It causes problems when you search for things online. Well, guess what? Manufacturers put “250V” on their products, and from now on, that’s good enough for me. It’s also accurate. The voltage here is about 250, and it was also 250 in Miami. I’m also going to say “125V” instead of “110V” or “115V”.

Anyway, I got an electrician to check the workshop out a long time ago, and it looks like he was really inept. He said I had 50 amps of 125V (HA!) service out there, and that was all. I never checked to see. He did some other things that were not bright.

He said that because he couldn’t see where the power for the workshop left the house, he was going to have to dig a new trench for new lines. That would have cost thousands, for some reason he didn’t explain. I don’t understand why it costs more than $200 to dig a short slit. Here’s the thing; no matter where you live, you can call 811, and someone will come out and locate your underground power lines…free of charge. You can look it up online. How could this guy not know that?

I’m assuming he didn’t know it. Maybe he did, and he was just a crook.

This free service is provided in order to prevent unskilled people from ripping out power, gas, and water lines while planting trees or whatever.

He also failed to give me the estimates I needed. I told him I had two jobs, and I wanted two estimates. He combined them. I told him I needed him to break the estimate into two parts. He said he would get right on it, and then he disappeared. He was looking at work worth something like $6000, and he just let it go.

Maybe he was dishonest, and he realized he was taking a risk by trying to fool me. I asked a lot of questions. Maybe that scared him.

Anyway, today I checked the workshop electrical panel and found out I have 50 amps of 250V service. It’s not much, but you can do a lot with it. I can run all three of my welders, my band saw, my drill press, and my big table saw. The only thing that probably won’t work is my plasma cutter. Actually, it probably would work on 90% of the jobs I would throw at it. Most jobs would involve thin metal, and the thinner the metal, the less power you need.

While my dad was declining and dying, I really crawled into a hole. I let things back up. I didn’t do things I should have done. I should never have let the power problem go.

Now I have a plan. I’m going to get some #8 wire, some conduit, three or four receptacles, a junction box, and a box for a 20-amp breaker, and I’m going to wire up the workshop. This will give me back everything except the big machine tools and the big compressor. I’ll install two 50-amp receptacles, and I’ll have a 20-amp breaker that goes to two 20-amp receptacles.

I don’t think I really need a separate breaker for the smaller receptacles. The theory is that if something goes wrong, the 50-amp circuit could send 50 amps through a 20-amp cord without one, but we all have 20-amp circuits connected to multiple items that have cords that are only safe for 13 amps. You have things like that in your house right now, and the fire chief isn’t pounding on your door, waiting to give you a citation.

I don’t know. I may put the breaker in just to feel smug.

I’ll probably pay less than $250 for materials, and once I get started, it will take a day or less.

I could also put a couple of lines in my garage, for my mill and lathe. There is room on the main panel.

I’ve really missed the drill press, the table saw, the band saw, and welding with 250V input.

The belt grinder! I just realized I’ll be able to use the 3HP belt grinder! That thing is MURDEROUS. It will do things to metal you would not believe.

I think I should also go ahead and get an anvil. The mashed grill for my John Deere garden tractor will cost almost $800 to replace, which is ridiculous. The tractor doesn’t even need a grill. It does nothing to filter out dirt. Stuff goes right through and gets trapped on an internal screen. I can beat the old grill back into pretty good shape, but without an anvil, it would be pretty unpleasant work. This gives me a great rationalization I can use: I’m spending $600 instead of $800. I’m actually SAVING money.

Yeah. Saving.

That grill is going to sit around the shop and make me crazy until I do something with it.

I feel like I’m about to come back to life again. The only thing that would be better than 250V juice would be a garage air conditioner.

It could happen.

No More Balancing Wrenches on the Tractor Hood

I am rapidly becoming Harbor Freight’s best customer.

Harbor Freight used to be a place where people bought junk tools and nothing else. If you really needed a chipping hammer, but you only needed it for a few jobs, or you just didn’t have the money to get a good one, you went to Harbor Freight, bought the tool, and accepted the fact that it probably wouldn’t be working two years later. You might have ended up paying 25% of the cost of a Bosch or Makita, and you knew you weren’t going to get longevity or a serious warranty.

It’s a different story now. Harbor Freight keeps adding new lines of tools, and some are as good as the big boys. They won’t save you 75%, but they might save you 33%, and that’s still very good. You can still buy the really cheap stuff, too.

Yesterday I bought my first US General product. This line has been around for years. Maybe it inspired Harbor Freight to add newer quality lines like Vulcan and Hercules.

US General is one of Harbor Freight’s funnier brands. They love trying to come up with product names that sound as Caucasian as possible. “US General” is one of their clumsier efforts. “It’s made in China, so we’ll call it ‘US’ something!” No idea what the “General” is all about.

US General makes a line of tool boxes and carts, most of which are about 85% as good as Snap-On, for about 15% of the money. Really, you have to be high on something to buy Snap-On while US General exists. The products will last just as long, and they will do everything Snap-On does, just as well. If you don’t believe me, you can ask around and watch Youtube reviews.

I needed a tool cart. I finally realized this. One of the disadvantages of coming from a white collar family is that I had no one to teach me obvious things about tools, and it should have been obvious that I needed a cart.

Are you a white collar tool dunce? Let me help you. Remember all those times you carried 35 different hand tools across the garage to work on something? Remember balancing 15 different wrenches on the hood of your lawn tractor, while holding 7 screwdrivers in each pants pocket? That happened because you didn’t have a tool cart. It’s why tool carts exist. They’re not substitutes for tool chests. You need one even if you have a tool chest.

This week, I worked on my ethanol-damaged generator, and I found myself putting tools on top of paint cans and other items not designed to hold anything but dust. It was not pleasant. When I needed the impact driver, for example, I had to ask myself whether it was on the white interior latex can, the utility shelves, the Homer bucket, the side of my lift table, or the generator itself. Naturally, things rolled off of other things and had to be chased down and retrieved. This happened to my bowl float pin, and I never found it again.

My rolling tool boxes were 15 feet away, and it was not convenient to move them or the generator. I needed a cart, and it had to be small so I could move it around easily.

I checked the Harbor Freight website, and they had a couple of three-tier US General carts. The $49 one had three trays, and the top tray was designed so you could put flat things on top of it. Capacity: 450 pounds. The $69 one also had three trays, but the top tray had two annoying tubing handles sticking up from it, where they would be sure to get in the way. Capacity: $350 pounds. Guess which one I picked.

I don’t know if it’s as good as the big US General tool boxes, but it should work for my purpose.

I also got two magnetic parts dishes. You stick these things to steel surfaces and drop parts in them while you work. They will hang onto steel parts pretty well. Better than the top of a paint can.

Now I have to put my cart together. I want to keep the parts dishes in the top tray.

The obvious problem with my plan is this: if I put a liner in the tray to protect the paint, it will prevent the magnetic dishes from sticking. I don’t want the paint to get banged up more than absolutely necessary. It causes rust. My solution: truck bed coating in a spray can.

I’ll use the coating on the insides of the trays. It should be much tougher than whatever is now on the trays. I plan to use a tan coating. I don’t want black because it will make things hard to see. Tan is the lightest color I can find.

I think I’ll put my most-used tools in the cart and leave them there. They come out of the box and go back in, over and over. It’s silly to keep putting them back.

If my dad had been a mechanic, I would have had a cart a long time ago, because he would have told me to get one. I had to figure it out myself.

In other news, I know why my ultrasonic cleaner died. This may be of use to other people who own them. I inherited two cheap plastic cleaners from my mother, and I use them on small carburetors ruined by FILTHY STINKING ETHANOL. The cleaners have two compartments each, and I have been using one compartment at a time. This damages the cleaners. If you have an ultrasonic cleaner, keep it full.

I have decided to get a real ultrasonic cleaner. They’ve come way down in price. Thank you, China. I have learned some fascinating things about using them.

In the past, there were wonderful chemicals that worked wonders in ultrasonic cleaners. They would take just about anything off. Unfortunately, they caused things like birth defects and cancer, so you probably won’t want to use them. So what do you do?

Many people suggest the two most obvious things: Dawn dish soap and Simple Green.

I don’t understand the Simple Green craze. First of all, it’s not a safe chemical. Look it up. It’s the same basic thing they put in Windex, only more concentrated, and it’s not good for you. Second thing…doesn’t work. I’ve used it on a number of things, and it’s grossly overrated. I don’t understand why people keep touting it. It barely does anything, it costs a lot, and it’s faux-green.

Dawn is a wonderful product, but it’s not perfect for everything.

I saw a guy on Youtube, using Gunk carb cleaner in his ultrasonic cleaner. You buy this stuff in gallon cans. It’s very expensive. Each can comes with a little basket. You can put a carb in the basket, lower it into the can, and let it soak. Unfortunately, people say it doesn’t work all that well. They took all the cancer stuff out of it, apparently.

I’m going to pass on the most amazing ultrasonic solution information I have found to date. It comes from a Youtube channel called Steve’s Small Engine Saloon. He uses three different cleaners: Dawn, some kind of corrosive degreaser, and pure gasoline.

I can save you the trouble of watching the video. He says nothing cleans parts like gasoline. It even removes rust. And it won’t oxidize aluminum.

His other genius idea: put your solutions and parts in waterproof containers before putting them in the machine.

This is a tremendous idea. When you use the machine, garbage will fall off whatever you clean. The fluid will be contaminated. Eventually, you have to change it, and you will use a lot of fluid. Even if you just filter the fluid and reuse it, it’s a pain. Also, what if you want to use different fluids? Do you really want to empty and refill the machine several times in one day?

He fills his machine with plain old water, and then he uses peanut butter jars to hold parts and solutions. For example, you can put gasoline and a carb in a jar, throw it in the machine, and clean it. The cleaning action works right through the plastic.

I suppose you could also use a freezer bag.

I’m not going to throw out my mom’s old cleaner, but I’m going to get a real one that holds bigger things. I may use it to clean guns. Cleaning kits are not that great, and they damage gun finishes over time.

So, to recap, you need a tool cart and an ultrasonic cleaner with little plastic containers. Stop doing things wrong. Seriously.

Now I have to get to work.

One of my upcoming tasks is to change the oil in my John Deere 430 garden tractor. This machine is a nightmare to work on. I just found out I have to pull out the 300-pound deck in order to drain the oil. I am not kidding.

The deck is supposed to pop on and off like a party hat, in a couple of minutes, but in reality, removing and reinstalling it will probably take me an hour and 45 minutes. It’s badly designed, period.

John Deere is a cult, and a lot of people lose their minds when you say anything negative about the brand, but this tractor is PACKED with inept engineering. They say the 430 runs forever. Well, maybe that’s because Yanmar made the engine. It’s NORMAL for a diesel engine to last a long time, especially if it’s Japanese.

As far as I can tell, all of my problems have been caused by the junk John Deere connected to the engine. By that, I mean the tractor itself.

Imagine what it would cost me to have a dealer change the oil. First, they would charge for pick-up and delivery. Then they would charge for the deck removal and installation. Then they would charge for the oil change labor. Then they would hit me for full retail on the oil and filter. I’ll bet it would run $300, for something I can do on the Kubota in 10 minutes wearing my best suit.

People say this may be the best garden tractor ever built. That may be true, but then the others may all be garbage.

I don’t know how long it will take me to change the oil, but I’m secure in the knowledge that I won’t be scattering my tools on the driveway this time.

The Air is Full of the Tantalizing Scent of Future Competence

My John Deere garden tractor put me in a position where I needed to weld. I should have summoned my testosterone and used TIG, but I ended up doing something that brought me more short-term joy. I bought a new MIG welder from Harbor Freight. I have already mentioned it here.

I have a Lincoln PowerMIG 180C, which is a small 240V MIG welder. It’s a fine welder, but you can’t run it from a typical wall outlet. You have to use a 240 outlet or a generator. I have no 240 outlets, and ethanol gas killed my generator, so I can’t use it until my new Chinese carb arrives.

Never fix a carburetor when you can buy a new one for a few dollars on Ebay. The quality is exactly the same, and you can be back in action for as little as $11, depending on the machine.

You have to be an idiot to fix an $11 carburetor. Really.

Of course, I have tried.

I got myself a new Harbor Freight Titanium Unlimited 200 welder.

For reasons known only to Harbor Freight itself, the company decided to launch two new lines of welders at about the same time, to complement their really cheap Chicago Electric machines. The new Titanium brand is much better than Chicago Electric (“Chicago” is how Chinese manufacturers spell “Shenzhen”), but it has the same sad 90-day warranty. The new Vulcan brand is a bit better than the Titanium brand, and the warranty is one year.

People are confused by the new welder lines. It seems like Harbor Freight is trying to compete with itself. Anyway, the new welders are about as good as other serious Chinese manufacturers, and the prices are great.

Harbor Freight is now making a number of tools that compete head-on with major manufacturers. In the past, you accepted the fact that your new Harbor Freight tool was not very good and wouldn’t last long, but now you can choose various levels of quality, and some things they sell are very, very good. They’re not as cheap as the lower-level stuff, but they’re considerably cheaper than DeWalt and Bosch.

The Unlimited 200 does MIG, flux core, DC TIG, and DC stick, all for $640 (with the obligatory coupon). It comes with a TIG torch, a MIG gun, and a stick stinger, so you don’t need much stuff to get it running. The one thing it lacks is a TIG pedal, but you can live without that.

I went back and got a cart for it. Welding carts are a problem. They’re generally cheap junk or severely overpriced industrial items. The cart that came with my Lincoln (a prestige brand) was not very good, and I guarantee you, it came from China. I got rid of it and got a better cart from Eastwood. I ended up with two Eastwood carts because they sent me an extra one. That gave me sufficient cart space for the Lincoln, my AlphaTIG, and a plasma cutter, but the Titanium was on the workshop floor. I had to do something.

Harbor Freight has come out with a spectacular Vulcan cart for $90. It beats the pants off my old Lincoln cart. It holds 350 pounds. That means you can put a heavy welder and a 125 cubic foot bottle on it. It comes with a bunch of sturdy hooks for cords. It even has a little plastic toolbox for welding consumables. It doesn’t take up a lot of room, and it’s very easy to move around. I love it. I stuck the Titanium on it, along with the 80 cubic foot C25 bottle from the Lincoln.

The Eastwood carts hold more stuff than the Vulcan cart, but they’re crude and a bit clumsy. You can put two big bottles on an Eastwood cart, which is something you can’t do with the Vulcan.

I used the Titanium to weld my tractor exhaust, and then I decided to get some rods and learn to stick weld with it. My only previous stick experience was not good. I had to fix my bush hog, and the welds I got looked like someone had blown his nose, and instead of mucus, hot steel had come out.

They say that if you want to be any kind of welder, you start with stick, period. MIG is easier, and for many people, it will do everything they want. It will produce very pretty welds. But because MIG is so easy, it discourages people from learning stick and TIG. Because it’s so easy to learn, MIG can turn out to be a roadblock to your progress.

There are some very good things about stick. When you TIG, you have to have metal which is completely bare. It has to shine. You have to grind it or sand it. It’s a real pain. When you MIG, you have to have the metal fairly clean, although not nearly as clean as TIG. When you stick weld, you can–I am not kidding–weld through paint. Stick is the honey badger of welding. You got rust, grease, and three coats of latex house paint? Stick don’t care. Stick welds right through it.

Another good thing about stick is that it requires no gas bottles. Also, the welders are really cheap, because they’re just power sources. You can get a Lincoln (not Chinese) 155-amp stick welder for under $350. My feeling is that if you’re only going to learn one type of welding, it should be stick.

MIG is great, but it won’t weld through rust and paint.

People seem to look down on stick. I think they think it makes crude, ugly welds. That’s not really true. You can make nice welds with stick, and they’re structurally strong, too.

They say that if you want to be a TIG welder, stick will help prepare you. I am a terrible TIG welder. I want to be better at it. TIG can do things no other common welding process can do. You can make beautiful welds on relatively tiny objects. Try using MIG to put a trigger guard on a rifle. No way! People do it with TIG all the time.

If you’re really good, you can weld two soda cans together with TIG, and they will look great. Welders do this to show prospective employers how good they are.

Yesterday I set the Titanium up for stick, and I got out two kinds of 3/32″ rods: Vulcan (Harbor Freight) 6011 and Lincoln 7018AC. I had heard that 6011 was good for thin metal, so I figured it would be good to learn how to use it. It’s harder to weld thin metal than thick.

Man, what a mess I made. I fired up the welder with the 6011, and I couldn’t strike an arc to save my life. Youtube professors say to act like you’re striking a match, but when I did that, the rod almost always welded itself to the steel. When I finally got it going, it stopped and started no matter what I did. I got wide, hideous, low welds that looked about like the mess I made on the bush hog. The metal got red hot, even half an inch from the welds.

I never did get the 6011 to work. I tried the 7018 rods, and while they were also hard to start, they made fairly normal-looking welds. That was encouraging. There was some hope I could stick weld, if only with the limitation that I could only use 7018 rods.

I went back to 6011. More sticking. I even managed to strike an arc on my welding lamp at one point, because I yanked the rod off the metal and waved it over the table without thinking.

I got very frustrated. I had to fiddle with everything over and over, because the rods kept getting stuck. Sometimes I flipped my mask up. Eventually, I did the unthinkable. In my annoyance, I forgot to flip the mask down. I struck an arc and realized I was only protected by reading classes from Dollar Tree.

This is called “flashing yourself.” Your eyes get a big dose of UV rays, and then, if the exposure is severe enough, you spend a day or two feeling like there is sand in your eyes. It’s very unpleasant. Tears flow all the time. One of the worst things about it is that you don’t know exactly what’s going to happen until several hours after you weld.

I turned everything off, went inside, located some painkillers, and waited. Fortunately, nothing happened.

Of course, I used my supernatural tools. I prayed for healing. I commanded injury to leave me. I commanded my eyes to be healed.

I felt things moving around in me. It was very obvious. Some kind of serious battle was going on.

You can tell when demons are upset, believe me. I wish I could say there are no demons associated with me, but they still show up. With God’s help, I fought them for quite a while.

It’s too bad most Christians–the same people who worship a man who believed in demons–don’t believe in demons. They’re very real, and they are messing up your life right now. You don’t have to be an epileptic or a schizophrenic to have demons. Unfortunately, they’re for everyone.

Today I went out and tried to stick weld again, and things went a lot better. I got some advice, and I was told to increase the amperage. The 7018 rods worked so well, I can now say I can weld with them. The beads are almost as nice as MIG beads. I still can’t deal with 6011. The first rod worked fine, and after that, more flat, hot welds and stuck rods.

I’m wondering if Harbor Freight sold me a box of funny rods. One rod should be just like the next.

I found a good cheap metal supplier here, and being from Ocala, the people there could not be nicer. I should invent a project and go get some metal from them. I need to start doing fillet and lap welds with 7018.

I plan to get some new gas bottles. My argon bottle is 125 cubic feet, which is as big a bottle as I am willing to try to move. I have an 80-foot bottle of C25 on the Titanium. I want to get a 125 for the Lincoln, plus a 20-foot bottle of argon for the TIG. If I have a 20-foot bottle, I won’t be caught flatfooted when the big bottle runs out. I’ll just connect the small bottle and take the big one to be swapped. When the little one conks out, I’ll have it swapped. I’ll have to make two drives instead of one, but that’s not a big deal, and it beats shutting a project down for a day.

I might get a 20-foot C25 bottle for the Titanium. One of the great things about this welder is its weight (under 25 pounds). I can put my generator, the Titanium, and a bottle in my truck if I have to. Maybe that’s a stupid idea, though, because I can always use rods instead of MIG.

I may also keep stainless wire on the Titanium and carbon steel on the Lincoln. That would be convenient. Switching wire spools is not fun at all.

I need to get my 240 outlets installed. Guess I should call about that tomorrow.

It’s nice to be welding again. Next, I need to get the belt grinder working. After that, it’s time to get my machine tools moved up here.

Sooner or later, I’ll be up and running at full speed again. That will feel great.

Your Desires are You

Today I saw a life-changing video on Youtube, so I am here to pass the information on.

The other day, while I was praying, I described modern Christianity as “going to church and sitting while someone talks to us.” I assume this characterization came from the Holy Spirit, because it startled me. It’s a pretty accurate description of the way nearly all churchgoing Christians live. You find someone you think is closer to God than you are, and you sit and listen to him once a week. You don’t go out and heal the sick and raise the dead, as the disciples did. That’s because you’re not really a disciple. You’re just looking for handouts.

I’ve been baptized by a group called The Last Reformation, and they are connected with other individuals who go out and heal people and help them to know God. They don’t have a network of churches yet, thank God. I like to watch them at work. You can find them on Youtube under The Last Reformation, Windsor on Fire, Tom Loud, Cardboard Box Church, Kenneth Boortz, Peter Ahlman, and Pete Cabrera, Jr.

What they do is the same thing the first disciples did. They heal the sick instantly. They get people baptized with water and the Holy Spirit. They teach them to pray in tongues. They cast out demons. Most importantly, they expect the people they help to become like them. The whole purpose of Christianity is reproduction; the earth is like God’s uterus. We are not supposed to elect a pope or become a pastor’s slaves and worship him while he fixes our problems. Every one of us is supposed to be like Jesus. We’re supposed to work miracles and so on.

We’re supposed to deal directly with Yahweh. There are no middlemen in God’s kingdom.

There is another healer I like. His name is John Mellor. He has a bunch of great videos. I’ve noticed a problem with him, however. Actually, he has two problems. First, he has a shrewish wife who criticizes and orders him around in his videos. She has a real problem. Second, he doesn’t teach people to do what he does.

The other healers show others how to heal. For example, Tom Loud may heal someone of back pain, and then he’ll take that person to someone else who has knee pain, and he’ll have the first person heal the second. That’s how the system is supposed to work.

Jesus is basically a Republican. Republicans give more to charity than Democrats, but we believe it’s better to make people strong than to give them handouts that encourage them to remain weak and dependent. Jesus was happy to heal people while he walked the earth, but those healings were one-time handouts, and we don’t know if all the people he healed were saved or became strong in the Holy Spirit. For all we know, many of them are in hell right now. His main goal was to change people so they were like him. Every Christian should be able to heal, work miracles, prophesy, and so on. Every Christian should be free from the compulsion to sin.

It’s nice to heal people, but the main reason for healing is to bring people to salvation. It’s to make them understand that Jesus is real and alive and that he is God, so they can give their lives to him and be changed and saved.

It does a quadriplegic no good at all to regain the ability to walk, if he continues in sin and then goes to hell.

I like the fruitful healers. Not only do they fix people’s bodies and minds; they help people to become like Jesus.

Today I watched a Pete Cabrera video. It was about identity. He pointed out something very important: when you become a Spirit-filled Christian, you don’t wait for God to heal you or other people. You don’t just become a healer. You become healing itself.

Often, Jesus talked about himself this way. For example, he didn’t say he was a guide, an honest person, and a giver of life. He said he was the way, the truth, and the life. He didn’t say he brought the word of God. He said he was the word of God.

We’re waiting for external resources to arrive, when we are supposed to be resources.

There is a lady who says she visited hell briefly. She shot herself in the chest when she was a teenager, and while she was receiving emergency treatment, she entered hell. She says that when she was in hell, she didn’t just experience fear. She was fear. She became fear.

When Jesus visited me, love and peace radiated from him and penetrated and filled me. He didn’t just bring love and peace. He was love and peace.

We are what we think and feel. The word says, “As a man thinks, so is he.”

If you’re a Christian who functions properly, you don’t just have authority; you are authority. You don’t just have faith; you are faith. You don’t just have love; you are love. God is authority, faith, and love, among other things, and we are part of God. We don’t understand what we are, so we let the flesh…a mindless bag of unrefrigerated meat…make us something else. The flesh makes us anger, fear, sexual perversion, greed, gluttony, laziness, and so on.

When you try to get healed of deafness, for example, you don’t have to say, “I don’t have deafness,” or, “I am healed of deafness.” You say, “I am not deafness. I am the healing and wellbeing of Jesus Christ.” When you have an evil urge or feeling, and I will use anger as an example, you don’t have to say, “I am delivered from anger.” You can say, “I am not anger. I am the love and patience of God.”

The Bible says we can become (not “have”) the righteousness of God. Look it up.

The Bible tells us the Holy Spirit has fruit. In some places, “fruit” refers to human beings we reach and help to save, but the fruit of the Spirit are personal attributes. Actually, the word doesn’t divide the fruit up. It says the fruit of the Spirit “is” love and so on. The Spirit has a certain nature, and that nature manifests in the fruit, and that fruit can be described as “love, joy, peace, longsuffering, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control” (Galatians 5:22).

Here, Paul is describing a person. God, who is a person, is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, kindness, goodness, faith, gentleness, and self-control. If you are of God, you can be these things, too. “Peace” doesn’t just mean an emotional state; it includes physical wellbeing and wholeness. It means every kind of prosperity.

We don’t squash the flesh, so we continue to let it rule us, and the flesh loves and obeys Satan. To serve the flesh is to serve Satan. There is no neutral gear in this universe. You’re in forward or reverse, like it or not.

Some people manifest submission to the flesh by seriously thinking Kim Kardashian and Miley Cyrus are really neat. Others manifest it by making Christianity something that requires a lot of hard work, under a God who doesn’t help much.

The carnal Christianity of pride, rules, and hard work isn’t helpful. The Bible says it’s impossible to please God in the flesh. See Romans 8:8. Most denominations teach us to please God in the flesh. Work hard, build churches and orphanages God never told you to build, start TV shows God hates (because God “needs a platform”), obey a list of rules God doesn’t care about, and don’t presume to think you can be like the apostles, because they were superheroes with special powers.

If God didn’t tell you to do a thing, doing that thing doesn’t please him. I don’t care how holy it seems. Jesus said he would condemn certain people who healed the sick, raised the dead, and cast out demons because he never knew them. If you’re not hearing God, you don’t know him, so when you try to do things for him, you’re just guessing.

I have my problems, and I am not where I think I should be, but I can honestly say I know God. He is a personal acquaintance. I met Jesus twice, and I hear the Holy Spirit every day.

When you let the flesh continue to rule, you are unbelief, fear, anger, jealousy, lust, pride, and all the other bad traits the Bible condemns. Homosexuals are perversion. Liars are dishonesty. Sluggards are laziness. Addicts are their addictions.

If I have a physical illness, I am that illness. That’s not how I’m supposed to be. I’m supposed to be part of Yeshua. What illness could touch him?

When you’re a Christian, you say you’re part of the body of Christ. If you have a tumor caused by spirits, you’re the body of those demons.

A body is a servant. Your body belongs to whomever it serves.

I can see why fasting works. It’s a way of reminding the flesh and Satan who is in charge.

In property law, there is a doctrine called adverse possession. It works like this: a worthless person squats on your land for 7 years, and you know about it and do nothing. When it’s over, they own the land. It may sound incredible, and I don’t know if it’s still the law in every state, but it’s true.

In order to defeat adverse possession, you can enter your property and show that you own it. When I was a student at Columbia University, they told us that Columbia owned the land under Rockefeller Center. The land was leased. They said that every year, Columbia closed Rockefeller Center for one day. That was to prove Columbia owned it and defeat adverse possession.

I don’t know if that particular story is true, but it shows what fasting is all about. Demons try to squat in every single human being. I don’t care how holy you think you are. When you fast, you prove you still hold the title to your flesh. You reinforce the authority God has given you.

You’re going to have to fast occasionally. Just accept it. It’s not something you do only until you become a super-Christian. You’ll probably have to keep doing it for the rest of your life. That’s not pleasant news, but on the other hand, your fasts don’t all have to be miserable or long. God is likely to tell you to fast for short periods, not just long ones. You can get a surprising amount done by mid-afternoon.

The Bible says we are not to give Satan place. It’s the same principle. You’re not supposed to kick Satan out of most of the temple and then say, “I still want to eat three pizzas a day and weigh 400 pounds, because that’s not sin.” You can’t keep using drugs like marijuana and nicotine. You have to stop getting bombed on Saturday nights. If Satan owns any part of you, he has a foothold, and he never stops trying to take new territory. The battle never stops until you leave this earth. Either you’re increasing, or he is.

We’re supposed to be like Jesus. We’re not supposed to spend our lives going to church once a week and sitting while someone talks to us. We’re supposed to heal the sick, cleans lepers, raise the dead, and cast out devils. All of us; not just a few greasy characters on Christian TV.

If we acknowledge who and what we are, then we have the authority to do what we were created to do. We can do greater things than Jesus, as he said we would.

I used to think of Christianity as a way to make life go well while I pursued my goals and tried to find my way. That’s not right. It means giving your life to God and getting him to lead you while you pursue his goals. You can’t have authority unless you’re doing your job. If you want God to back you up with his power, you need to do what he sent you to do.

I am going to have to get together with active Christians again and get to work.

It’s interesting how the Catholics and the Orthodox turned Christianity into a spectator sport. The priests might as well perform their acts in stadiums, wearing helmets and shoulder pads. We could go root for them and wave pennants, secure in the knowledge that we would never be required to get on the field with them. That’s really how Catholicism works. You do whatever you want all week, and then you go see the quarterback, and he talks to God for you and makes you think you’re free to go back out and sin some more.

I know many Catholics do their best to avoid sin, but for most, the system works as I described it. Believe me, I know many Catholics. Fornication is normal. Drunkenness is fine. Listen to whatever music you like. Watch whatever entertainment you like. Just make sure you confess and do penance a couple of times a year.

Now that I think about, it many priests do wear helmets.

Protestants have gone the same way. We don’t say, “Can you teach me how to heal the sick?” We say, “When is Doctor Brother Pastor his Holiness Hinn coming to town so he can heal me?”

Heathens thought Paul and Barnabas were Hermes and Zeus, because they did things human beings couldn’t do. We’re the same way, sometimes with powerful preachers, but more often with preachers who can barely do anything. “I follow Paul Washer.” “I follow the pope.” “I follow Father Corapi.” “I follow Daniel Kolenda.” “I know Tom Loud.” We’re not supposed to fawn on Christian celebrities who have special status. We’re all supposed to be sons and daughters of God, literally.

When you follow someone else, it gives you an excuse to stop developing in your own right.

I really like this video. Maybe this post has gone beyond what Pete Cabrera says in it, but he started me down the path.

Love Turns to Hate in a Hurry

I really miss Israel today.

This morning while eating my usual kibbutz-style breakfast, I watched a video from One for Israel, a Messianic group that works in Israel. It was about reasons for the general distaste Jews feel for Jesus.

I had heard much of the material before, but it was interesting to hear it again and see a Jew openly say, without contradiction, that most Jews strongly dislike Jesus. This is something most Jews keep to themselves, probably because it would encourage anti-Semitism. Even Shmuley Boteach, who is a zealous anti-evangelist, speaks as though he respects Jesus. Yeah, he has me totally fooled. I admit, though, it’s good manners.

If you know Jewish people well, you know how they really feel, because occasionally they will tell you things that make it obvious. For example, a friend of mine dated a gentile, and when she visited his mother’s house, she had to hide her cross necklace because his mother considered a cross to be essentially the same thing as a swastika.

She must have had the cross confused with the Confederate flag or a Trump hat!

The One for Israel speaker told the story of Rabbi Akiva, who is a legendary figure to the Orthodox. He is considered to be about as righteous as possible. He is said to be the only one of 4 rabbis who visited paradise and escaped unharmed.

There have been many false messiahs, and they have attracted a lot of followers. They have caused many problems. For example, the pretender Moses of Crete led his followers to jump off a cliff overlooking the Mediterranean. He said they were going to walk to Israel. Of course, they drowned or fell on rocks and were crushed.

Simon Bar Kochba was one of the most harmful pretenders.

Until today, I didn’t know Bar Kochba got his name from Akiva. I read it on the web. “Bar Kochba” means “son of a star.” It comes from Numbers 24:17: “There shall come a star out of Jacob.” Akiva proclaimed that Bar Kochba was, in fact, the Messiah.

This is a remarkable thing, because people continue to give Akiva’s words tremendous weight today. He was wrong about something which, as the history of rabbinical Judaism shows, is extremely, extremely important to religious Jews, yet many continue to rely on his guidance very strongly.

Every fully human spiritual leader makes mistakes. Moses blew it more than once. But getting the identity of the Messiah wrong is not something Jews have generally been willing to let slide.

You can’t do it today and go unpunished. Not if your chosen Messiah is Jesus, anyway. Not only will you be shunned; you will be told you’re not longer a Jew. No exceptions. No excuses. Your father, mother, sisters, brothers, wife or husband, and children are among those who will probably abandon you and revile you first. You can count on your rabbi cutting you off, possibly after a deprogramming effort.

According to One for Israel, many Messianics supported Bar Kochba at first, but when Akiva proclaimed him the Messiah, they left the movement. They couldn’t be associated with a movement that denied the identity of Jesus. Bar Kochba was killed, and his uprising failed. One for Israel says Akiva took revenge by declaring Messianics enemies of the Jews. They say he saw to it that they were expelled from synagogues and completely shunned. They were considered traitors.

This sounds a lot like what happened in Rome. When Rome burned, a libel arose, claiming Christians were behind it. It’s also like what happened after World War I in Germany. The country fell apart for obvious reasons, yet somehow, Jews were successfully blamed.

Some might say Bar Kochba and Akiva were the real culprits in the rise and fall of the Bar Kochba’s ill-fated kingdom, since they caused the problem, but people evidently listened to, and excused, Akiva.

Anyway, One for Israel says Akiva’s activities are one of the reasons Jesus is hated by religious Jews. Is the story true? Hey, I wasn’t there. Use Google and see what you conclude.

It’s hard to know what to believe when it comes to Jewish legend. The Talmud contains disagreements, which should be impossible, if it’s divinely inspired. God doesn’t disagree with himself. Woody Allen does, but God doesn’t. Also, the stories can be so improbable you would have to be extremely trusting to accept them. For example, legend says Akiva was illiterate and penniless until he was 40, and then a few years later, he was a great rabbi and very rich, with many followers. That never happened. If you’re going to make up a story, you should do better than that.

The Jewish perception of Yeshua is a fascinating phenomenon. You can worship Satan and curse God and still be considered a Jew. You can be an atheist or Muslim and be considered a Jew. You can claim Bar Kochba is the Messiah and still be welcomed and revered. You can even worship Menachem Schneerson, a deceased Lubavitcher Rebbe, and claim he hears your prayers, and be accepted. Yeshua is the only dealbreaker. Somehow he is special.

I saw another One for Israel video the other day. A young Jewish actor accepted Yeshua, and afterward, his friends and family told him he was an idiot and so on. They completely rejected him. This is common and normal. There are many, many similar stories. A rabbi who converted made a video in which he said his elderly grandfather reacted to his decision by grabbing a plate, without hesitation, and throwing it against his grandson’s forehead, leaving him injured. He said a group of rabbis came to him and his wife, performed a home invasion, and spat on them.

To get back to the actor, belief in Yeshua wasn’t his first religious involvement. He had gotten into all sorts of pagan beliefs. No one had a problem with it. You have to remember that Elijah is praised for killing 850 prophets of Baal, who were no different from this man. God was thrilled with him for doing this. Phinehas ran a mixed couple through with a spear, and God was pleased. In the Old Testament, people who worshiped other spirits were not accepted. They were executed. But the actor had no problems with other Jews, who live in an Old Testament universe, until he got involved with Yeshua!

What was he doing that made them so mad? Was he burning crosses in their yards? Was he standing outside their homes telling them they were going to hell? Was he saying humanity need to deal with The Jewish Question? Was he voting Republican and blackballing Jews when they tried to join his country club? Not exactly. He was praying a lot, worshiping Yahweh (the God of the Jews) and not taking drugs any more. This is the lifestyle of the man who infuriated them.

That thing about country clubs comes up a lot, believe it or not. I’ve heard it from multiple sources. It’s hard to believe how many people reject a religion based on their grandparents’ inability to play golf in certain places. But then some have converted in order to play golf.

Another Internet-video convert was placed in a mental hospital for weeks, against his will. His family and doctor did it to him, and somehow, they got away with it. I heard a similar story in my own life. I know a gentile who married a Jewish woman, and when he accepted Yeshua, she took him to a psychiatrist who agreed that his beliefs proved he was mentally ill. A licensed Florida psychiatrist tried to “cure” him of Christianity! He had to put a special book cover on his Bible so his wife wouldn’t know what he was reading. He is not allowed to be a Christian in his own house.

Persecution wasn’t his only problem. He was whipped. I hope he eventually stood up to his wife. It’s shameful when a man lets his wife order him around. There is no excuse for it if you’re not an invalid.

His name is Stu, if you’re wondering. He lives in Broward County. I’m not making him up.

I don’t really think Akiva, who was a mere man, did all this damage by himself. There are spirits out there that do the heavy lifting in this world. But it looks like Akiva was an instrument.

The video is very good. I’ll post it in case you want to watch.

Vexing Tractor Finally Under my Boot Heel

In case the Internet is wondering, my garden tractor is fixed.

The other day, the alternator belt came off, and I discovered that in order to replace it with a continuous v-belt, I would have to remove the driveshaft from the engine. I bypassed that issue by putting a linked belt on it. While working on it, I dropped a part on the mower deck, and I had to remove the deck from the tractor to retrieve it.

The deck weighs over 300 pounds, and it would be hard to remove if it weighed 50. John Deere promoted it as something a woman could remove and reattach in a few minutes while holding a gin and tonic in her left hand, but in reality, detaching it takes 20 minutes at best, and reattaching it goes more like 45. And to do these things, you have to lie on the ground and shove your hand under the tractor and wrestle with the unbelievably filthy PTO shaft.

Took the deck out, and noticed that my muffler was resting on it. It had torn free from the tractor in a bid to escape. It had a big hole in it, so there was no saving it. A replacement would have cost $256, and it probably would have broken off, too, because John Deere designed it badly.

I cobbled a new exhaust together from several parts, and I put it on the tractor using two clamps. It ran fine for a minute or two, and then it fell off. Because of the shapes of the parts I had used, I needed to weld two of the parts together. A clamp was not going to work.

My generator was recovering from an ethanol problem, and my MIG welder needs a generator to power it. I still haven’t had 240 sockets installed here. No generator, no MIG. I had a TIG/stick welder that worked on 120, but I’m really bad at TIG and stick. For a long time, I had been wanting to try a Titanium Unlimited 200 MIG/TIG/stick welder from Harbor Freight, so I decided it was time.

I hooked the new welder up and used 308L stainless wire to weld the parts together. One part was a stainless decorative exhaust tip, and the other part was a mild steel pipe I had cut out of the John Deere muffler. People told me stainless wire was best.

I set the welder too hot, so the welds were not pretty, but I got it done. The welder seems very, very nice for the price. I would recommend it to any beginner. You can use it to learn all three major welding processes. You’re supposed to start with stick and then learn MIG. They say TIG is very hard to learn if you can’t stick weld. I have found that to be the case. I still can’t really stick weld.

I put the new exhaust on the tractor and started mowing. Wonderful! Then I felt a bump, and I saw a green object coming out from under the right front tire. I had run over the tractor’s probably-expensive grill. I was afraid it would go into the blades, so I put the tractor into reverse. And ran over it again

I set the pretzely-looking grill aside and tried to restart the tractor. No joy. I figured there was a safety switch that wouldn’t let me restart it because I had had the blades engaged when I stopped the engine. No, I was mistaken. The tractor’s battery had chosen that exact moment to die on me. Incredible.

Today I put a new battery in, and the tractor ran successfully for an hour with no explosions, fires, engine seizures, reactor core meltdowns, tornadoes, or unexpected teleportations into trans-galactic wormholes.

The web says a new grill runs $750. Cost to produce: probably around $30. I think I’ll see what I can do with the old one. It would literally cost less to have it professionally restored and painted than to get a new one. It amazes me that anyone buys anything made by John Deere.

Luckily, the grill is totally unnecessary. It just makes the mower harder to work on.

If you were to ask me what I did for the last 4 days, I would probably say, “I mowed my yard.” Now that I’ve listed all the things I had to do to get the yard mowed, that answer will make more sense.

I feel like buying some metal and welding something together, for no reason at all. Maybe I’ll weld myself a new John Deere grill.

If only it were that easy.

I should get some metal and see if I can figure out how to stick weld.

Anyway, it would be nice to have a little project that went quickly and didn’t try to suck my soul out of me.