Back in the 1980s I was a young fella part time buying cars in Barrie Ontario and reselling them further north in my hometown for a bit of profit . At that time I met a sweet old guy with a small car lot and shop . He was way over retirement age . I'd buy pickup trucks from him from time to time. As we got to know each other I learned he was a great story teller . Most stories were about his youth and early days in the car business . During a story about the Great Depression I asked in if it was as tough as I had heard and if he suffered because of it . His honest answer sort of shocked me and left me speechless. " No Bob " he said " I never really experienced much suffering . I always seemed to be able to steal enough to meet my needs ."
Thanks mate. It would be lovely to be told where the rest of these fireside excerpts were from but one´s afraid to ask Uncle Bumblefuck himself. I sorta get the impression that the point is you either know or you don´t.
@@rootz420 "we didn't even have a depression" the gov would want you to think that, but, as the Bible verse goes "you'll know them by their fruits"...I see Great Depression fruits in these recent decades. It's only disguised by oh-so-sharp-technology.
My parents were both born during the Great Depression, each the youngest of 7 children that survived, my mother in 1932 and my father in 1934. Both had older siblings, in my father's case a brother that was born just after the turn into the 20th century, per a family bible (that I demanded upon the death of my mother, as my wife and I were the only ones who had provided grandchildren, and it has several generations recorded.) I had the opportunity to meet every one of my aunts and uncles before they passed. Times were hard in the Great Depression, and there were many tales of family folklore that I still recall. But the underlying theme of all the stories was that they survived, and most eventually ended up thriving. Alas, they are all gone to that great beyond, but they are fondly remembered.
0:14 I learned much from my grandparents that grew up in the hungery 30's My grandfather would say right now, this is the roaring 20's and the dirty 30's are soo upon us😅😮
I like how the video is edited for 4.20 despite finishing a tad sooner. Funnily enough, the amount of tension created by that moment of silence following the pointy conclusion feels timely indeed.
AvE reminds me of a friend's dad I knew long ago. He was a painter, a motorcycle mechanic and was wise beyond his years. His son didn't heed his dad's stories to live a clean, hard working life and turned to a life of crime, which ultimately caught up with him. I lived in a derelict cottage on their property in my 20's and when Colorado winters got too bad, I was welcomed into his house for a bigger fireplace, chili, hot tea and many good stories. AvE really brings back those fantastic memories of having comfort with just the essentials for the soul
If I had a dollar for every opportunity I had to make money at a cost to my soul, I'd have more than enough for a steak dinner by now. I may have a low standard of living compared to some, but thanks to never having sold my soul, I have an excellent quality of life, I sleep soundly and I can look myself in the eye while shaving. That's hard to restore, and worth more than many steak dinners, even to a starving man.
A good friend was thinking of getting involved in investment/financial planning, and leaving his lucrative corporate job. He spent some time working along his financial planner😂😂😂😂 "It was interesting, he Is a good guy and a straight shooter. It's pretty easy to see how he could kill it. But, he won't. And I couldn't. There just isn't enough money in it for me if you are honest with your clients." My friend is still in the corporate world. Not that it doesn't stink too!
I have turned down hundreds of opportunities to make good money in my life, because I didn't like the buisness ethics.y life has always been lower middle class. Not all that much above poverty level much of the time.
Well wouldn't you know it... I'm living out on the Fraser highway to hell, right down the road from a little group of... one two, six old cabins that have been there for eons. There's a stream behind them too... I'll have to check on the apple trees.
My father immigrated in Oct 1929. His sponsor ran a moving company, and they did very well with many folks downsizing in New York City and New Jersey. Although I don't relish the thought of moving a piano out of the 25th story of a high rise, it paid well.
"good business to be in during hard times", says the businessman to the cabin owner. "Hard times, indeed are in need of a good business", I say, looking at the businessman's arm candy. We share a smile.
I pulled up a stump. Made my own fire. Turns out the guy whose stump I pulled up didn't appreciate me setting fire to it. However, we both survived the cold snap. He realised after the fact that it was a good deal. We're good friends now.
P.S. I'm having a bad time with hearing right now due to issues with my auditory system at the neural level. Sounds don't make sense most of the time. So difficult to concentrate. Left ear is perfect; right ear... not so much. It hears music like it's all out of tune and totally out of whack. CAPD - Central Auditory Processing Disorder. Makes everything sound "wrong". Must've had yet another ministroke during the night. So, apologies that I'm finding it difficult following your story. I used to love them so much. Still do, but so difficult to follow anything in audio form now. Always had a bit of difficulty in the past, but now it's so bad I don't know whether I'm going to hear properly again. Then again, there are people with more issues than I have. I have to be thankful that I have a good ear to hear with. I can always plug the bad one with an eardong. Not the end of the world.
That brings to mind the former Coral Court Motel in St Louis. It dated back to the glory days of Route 66, and was (in)famous for the garages attached to each suite of the motel. As noted, privacy has a distinct value! The motel was torn down in the 90's, but the National Museum of Transportation in St. Louis managed to grab one of those suites, with garage, prior to demolition, and it is now on display in the museum!
When my grandpa died in 89 at age 83, my dad & I found over 30k in cash stashed in the ceiling of his messy as hell basement. He knew the banks were evil first hand
My current little side hustle is $5 sweet tea and a bagel, which is expensive for the farm community where we live but it comes with free high speed WiFi in a dead spot. there is always someone getting some tea at my place.
My lady is throwing a gigantic fit right now, cuz you dropping the mic and just letting that story end immediately good job sir😂 I will probably not see anything wet for the next month or two being that I'm in the desert and she is upset😂😂😂
Back in the days when a man was forced to pack up everything he owned into a small truck, sell the rest for next to nothing, and lead his family into the unknown, thousands of miles westbound… freezing, overheating, starving.. some barely hanging onto life, watching close friends slip away on the journey….. swearing you would never work for less than a dollar a day… only to find yourself agreeing to work for 10 cents a day…. Back when we had the strength to face anything and everything… and fight on through… I guess they don’t call them the greatest generation for nothing….
I grew up with relatives and friends who experienced the Depression of 1919 (and some prior ones) growing up, before living through The Great Depression as adults with children themselves. One was a teenager noted for great legs, before having one severed in a car accident. But it was successfully reattached in one of, if not _the,_ first limb reattachment surgeries and recovered full use. But, she said, she never wore knee-length dresses again because of the scar. Flies ate the gangrene away, though.
The maggots kept her alive. BTW, they still use maggots for places that are too delicate to remove surgically (like the inner ear) and the maggot do not touch the good flesh.
I loved it when I received my tiny axe head, it's super great ! So it made me think for you....to make your self a wide axe head for above the fireplace mantle. HUGE, GAUDY, OBNOXIOUSLY RAZOR BLADE PLATES etc. I can see it in my mind. (I saw one of these that could float on WATER with only surface tension on the edge) it was a neat demonstration. You would probably hold it down for the machining with a vacuum seal, around the periferie. Just a thought...a demo to show a Bible truth...(floating axe head. 2Kings 6:1-7)
Uncle Bumblefuck, your choice of Depression stories mirror like all history what we will all be experiencing shortly you are very prescient of the future!
Not sure where I saw the data, but some say that, according to the pre-80s way of calculating, we are living in worse times than the Great Depression - have been since before the 90's I think
That would be on the U.S. Federal Reserve website's Monetary Value Calculator. You put in an amount and the year of the amount, and it gives you the value in a specified year. Like, your annual after-tax income last year, value in 1934.
@@davidgoodnow269 I think it was a bit more than that. Like, it would display the average salary too, and how many years it would take for buying a house or a car. Not sure.
I recently heard that in the 1930s, the average annual income was $3,950. Adjusted for inflation, that would equal $83,000. today. Yes, the hard times then we're hard, but I think we're headed for worse now
We've got more 'necessities' now, microwave & cell & cable & AC in the McMansion, besides the WWW, that make us feel poor even though Billions are without that stuff and have dangerous water to boot.
And before you knew the backdoor dealin' was allowing them younger and younger and eventually providing the talent altogether for those that either couldn't be bothered, or lacked the ability. Thank you for your business, please do return, Signed, the CIA.
The moral of the story is that being moralistic is a privilege reserved for those who deem themselves chosen to the eternal bliss of the hereafter and the folks who inherit property. Those of us tryna scratch a living without such lofty posessions can afford no such luxuries.
I run graphene lipo batteries in my RC car. They were a remarkable bump in performance, imho. 8s on a 1650kv motor. will do backflips on demand at 50mph.
Hey hows things..long time listener first time caller here..im sitting here with my dad (were both subscribed )having a whiskey and I asked him had he seen your video of you testing the standing stones in Ireland 🇮🇪 . he had not .so I tried looking the video up and I can't find it..did I dream it 😂? Please let me know I've been looking for hours..we both live in Ireland my dad in co cork and myself in co Waterford..
"Hobo" from the Hoe Boy's that road on trains looking for work. Train would stop, farmer would yell, "I need 5 hobo's today", and off to work they went. Hobo's worked hard.
Just so all the goofs know my company in North East Indiana had a Bridgeport apprentice malfunction. There is an aftermarket Bridgeport remanufacturer in Ft. Wayne Indiana U.S.A. Just a shout out 2 my homies in industry. They will save your biscuits boys!
Buddy!!! Where'd you go!? You are my favorite RUclips feller. I neglected the RUclips until a friendly feller turned me on to your channel. Hope everything is well
In the 30s or so, smack dab in the middle of the depression, this older fella in the states used to set down by the fire and tell stories just like this. A lot of people tuned in, a lot of people. At first, I think the effort was to let people in on the goings on in his life. Share a little comfort with folks going through a hard time. But after a while, I think it became more than that. A friendship. A bond. A relationship. A lot of folks felt like they knew him. And I think he felt like even though he knew damn well there was fuck all he could do to help most people, not in the practical, tangible ways he wanted, he was still helping a lot of the people out there through that hard time. He might have been the only president to ever try to comfort his fellow man. JFK was a hero and one of our best leaders, Lincoln freed the slaves, but they died on the cross, metaphorically speaking. FDR however, lived a good long life. He was loved by more people than most presidents could dream of. He was the one we trusted when things really went to shit, going into wwii. I think a lot of it was his fireside chats. Cheers AvE. You're in good company.
FDR's Fireside Chats were nothing like this. They were carefully crafted messages without reporters questions interrupting him explaining his views on how his proposed legislation was going to ease their burdens if they just let him rule in DC without opposition. They were an end run around Congress straight to American public opinion. He invented and installed the "nanny state" mentality that we live with today.
I was thinking/joking (to myself😁) dude gonna come in and drop a duffel bag with white rectangular objects weighing approximately 1kg. Combined with the car dealers ship business was booming ?😂but very surprisingly the plot twist was that actual story was not far off lol but spanks for sharing uncle bumblefuk i been wondering since I started watching how/why your so educated on tools and machinery was thinking engineering?maybe? But out in country in Canadia?
hey my guy , I have an idea for a bolt-r , if you are familiar with lidl , it's a supermarket chain in europe , it has its own brand of tools called parkside , I don't know if you would have access to them in Canada , but I own a few and I have seen their inners , I have tested them quite extensively and I have to say it might be interesting you try them out if you ever come across one , from my experience they seem like a sore dick deal , but I'd like someone with more experience to tell me their opinion.
Are you reading from some Wobegon Days type manuscript you had written for junior college English class? Sounds like chapter one of a Stephen King novel.
And that was in Canada, where 1920s where distilery boom since they where wery thursty down the border. That business man must haw been whit the first name Joseph, second Kennedy...
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Back in the 1980s I was a young fella part time buying cars in Barrie Ontario and reselling them further north in my hometown for a bit of profit . At that time I met a sweet old guy with a small car lot and shop . He was way over retirement age . I'd buy pickup trucks from him from time to time. As we got to know each other I learned he was a great story teller . Most stories were about his youth and early days in the car business . During a story about the Great Depression I asked in if it was as tough as I had heard and if he suffered because of it . His honest answer sort of shocked me and left me speechless. " No Bob " he said " I never really experienced much suffering . I always seemed to be able to steal enough to meet my needs ."
Up north to Sudbury did you 😏
By hook or by crook...
Stealing is a Barrie tradition.
further north @@SudburyMan
further north@@SudburyMan
You can find this story in the book "Ten Lost Years" - by Barry Broadfoot.
Recognized it right away. Good read.
Thanks.
They only lost 10? We lost way more than that and didn't even have a depression.
I’ve read that book multiple times, an exceptional read ! Should be mandatory reading for all high school students. Cheers
Thanks mate. It would be lovely to be told where the rest of these fireside excerpts were from but one´s afraid to ask Uncle Bumblefuck himself. I sorta get the impression that the point is you either know or you don´t.
@@rootz420 "we didn't even have a depression" the gov would want you to think that, but, as the Bible verse goes "you'll know them by their fruits"...I see Great Depression fruits in these recent decades. It's only disguised by oh-so-sharp-technology.
My parents were both born during the Great Depression, each the youngest of 7 children that survived, my mother in 1932 and my father in 1934. Both had older siblings, in my father's case a brother that was born just after the turn into the 20th century, per a family bible (that I demanded upon the death of my mother, as my wife and I were the only ones who had provided grandchildren, and it has several generations recorded.) I had the opportunity to meet every one of my aunts and uncles before they passed. Times were hard in the Great Depression, and there were many tales of family folklore that I still recall. But the underlying theme of all the stories was that they survived, and most eventually ended up thriving. Alas, they are all gone to that great beyond, but they are fondly remembered.
"A social service, a vital necessity to the business community of Vancouver." Clever description.
Thanks for the story - thumbs up.
great handle, haha
$1 is $1.
Now I know what to expect the next time I call social services...
@@wobblysauceMan's gotta eat!
0:14 I learned much from my grandparents that grew up in the hungery 30's
My grandfather would say right now, this is the roaring 20's and the dirty 30's are soo upon us😅😮
Seems like it's going to be a cold, lonely winter for lots of folks. Hope we all pull through unscathed.
I like how the video is edited for 4.20 despite finishing a tad sooner. Funnily enough, the amount of tension created by that moment of silence following the pointy conclusion feels timely indeed.
I love the fireside stories. They keep me from needlessly burning through my supply while pondering my need to exist.
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AvE reminds me of a friend's dad I knew long ago. He was a painter, a motorcycle mechanic and was wise beyond his years. His son didn't heed his dad's stories to live a clean, hard working life and turned to a life of crime, which ultimately caught up with him.
I lived in a derelict cottage on their property in my 20's and when Colorado winters got too bad, I was welcomed into his house for a bigger fireplace, chili, hot tea and many good stories. AvE really brings back those fantastic memories of having comfort with just the essentials for the soul
Once again...Story time with Uncle AvE hits the spot...Be well Sir!
Love the old school stories! Reminds me of the old radio shows I got on tape in the 80's. Thanks man.
If I had a dollar for every opportunity I had to make money at a cost to my soul, I'd have more than enough for a steak dinner by now. I may have a low standard of living compared to some, but thanks to never having sold my soul, I have an excellent quality of life, I sleep soundly and I can look myself in the eye while shaving. That's hard to restore, and worth more than many steak dinners, even to a starving man.
Well said.
Selling your soul, is high stakes, I’d say.
A good friend was thinking of getting involved in investment/financial planning, and leaving his lucrative corporate job. He spent some time working along his financial planner😂😂😂😂 "It was interesting, he Is a good guy and a straight shooter. It's pretty easy to see
how he could kill it. But, he won't. And I couldn't. There just isn't enough money in it for me if you are honest with your clients." My friend is still in the corporate world. Not that it doesn't stink too!
I have turned down hundreds of opportunities to make good money in my life, because I didn't like the buisness ethics.y life has always been lower middle class. Not all that much above poverty level much of the time.
Well wouldn't you know it... I'm living out on the Fraser highway to hell, right down the road from a little group of... one two, six old cabins that have been there for eons. There's a stream behind them too... I'll have to check on the apple trees.
During the 30s a one hour drive out of Vancouver didn't get you very far.
👋🏼 liking the fireside chat theme
Very soothing and you learn stuff........
My father immigrated in Oct 1929. His sponsor ran a moving company, and they did very well with many folks downsizing in New York City and New Jersey. Although I don't relish the thought of moving a piano out of the 25th story of a high rise, it paid well.
Moving companies do well when times are good and when times are bad.
"good business to be in during hard times", says the businessman to the cabin owner. "Hard times, indeed are in need of a good business", I say, looking at the businessman's arm candy. We share a smile.
I pulled up a stump. Made my own fire. Turns out the guy whose stump I pulled up didn't appreciate me setting fire to it. However, we both survived the cold snap. He realised after the fact that it was a good deal. We're good friends now.
P.S. I'm having a bad time with hearing right now due to issues with my auditory system at the neural level. Sounds don't make sense most of the time. So difficult to concentrate. Left ear is perfect; right ear... not so much. It hears music like it's all out of tune and totally out of whack. CAPD - Central Auditory Processing Disorder. Makes everything sound "wrong". Must've had yet another ministroke during the night.
So, apologies that I'm finding it difficult following your story. I used to love them so much. Still do, but so difficult to follow anything in audio form now. Always had a bit of difficulty in the past, but now it's so bad I don't know whether I'm going to hear properly again.
Then again, there are people with more issues than I have. I have to be thankful that I have a good ear to hear with. I can always plug the bad one with an eardong. Not the end of the world.
@JimGriffOne CC on the video.
Not the same but.. you'll hear the sounds and follow the story
That brings to mind the former Coral Court Motel in St Louis. It dated back to the glory days of Route 66, and was (in)famous for the garages attached to each suite of the motel. As noted, privacy has a distinct value! The motel was torn down in the 90's, but the National Museum of Transportation in St. Louis managed to grab one of those suites, with garage, prior to demolition, and it is now on display in the museum!
When my grandpa died in 89 at age 83, my dad & I found over 30k in cash stashed in the ceiling of his messy as hell basement. He knew the banks were evil first hand
'Hard' times indeed.
My current little side hustle is $5 sweet tea and a bagel, which is expensive for the farm community where we live but it comes with free high speed WiFi in a dead spot. there is always someone getting some tea at my place.
Love you AVE. Best regards from the Netherlands
My lady is throwing a gigantic fit right now, cuz you dropping the mic and just letting that story end immediately good job sir😂 I will probably not see anything wet for the next month or two being that I'm in the desert and she is upset😂😂😂
Back in the days when a man was forced to pack up everything he owned into a small truck, sell the rest for next to nothing, and lead his family into the unknown, thousands of miles westbound… freezing, overheating, starving.. some barely hanging onto life, watching close friends slip away on the journey….. swearing you would never work for less than a dollar a day… only to find yourself agreeing to work for 10 cents a day…. Back when we had the strength to face anything and everything… and fight on through… I guess they don’t call them the greatest generation for nothing….
I'm pretty good at finishing in 4 minutes 20 seconds too.
That long? Wow! lol
I grew up with relatives and friends who experienced the Depression of 1919 (and some prior ones) growing up, before living through The Great Depression as adults with children themselves. One was a teenager noted for great legs, before having one severed in a car accident. But it was successfully reattached in one of, if not _the,_ first limb reattachment surgeries and recovered full use. But, she said, she never wore knee-length dresses again because of the scar. Flies ate the gangrene away, though.
The maggots kept her alive.
BTW, they still use maggots for places that are too delicate to remove surgically (like the inner ear) and the maggot do not touch the good flesh.
s3058 Yup, I learned that from her!
What a heartwarming story
I loved it when I received my tiny axe head, it's super great !
So it made me think for you....to make your self a wide axe head for above the fireplace mantle. HUGE, GAUDY, OBNOXIOUSLY RAZOR BLADE PLATES etc. I can see it in my mind. (I saw one of these that could float on WATER with only surface tension on the edge) it was a neat demonstration. You would probably hold it down for the machining with a vacuum seal, around the periferie. Just a thought...a demo to show a Bible truth...(floating axe head. 2Kings 6:1-7)
I enjoy your stories very much. Thank you for taking the time to share them.
I could listen to you telling stories all night.
Uncle Bumblefuck, your choice of Depression stories mirror like all history what we will all be experiencing shortly you are very prescient of the future!
A wonderful and wise story. Take note.
Not sure where I saw the data, but some say that, according to the pre-80s way of calculating, we are living in worse times than the Great Depression - have been since before the 90's I think
That would be on the U.S. Federal Reserve website's Monetary Value Calculator. You put in an amount and the year of the amount, and it gives you the value in a specified year. Like, your annual after-tax income last year, value in 1934.
@@davidgoodnow269 I think it was a bit more than that. Like, it would display the average salary too, and how many years it would take for buying a house or a car. Not sure.
I recently heard that in the 1930s, the average annual income was $3,950. Adjusted for inflation, that would equal $83,000. today. Yes, the hard times then we're hard, but I think we're headed for worse now
We've got more 'necessities' now, microwave & cell & cable & AC in the McMansion, besides the WWW, that make us feel poor even though Billions are without that stuff and have dangerous water to boot.
Thanks for another great story Mr AvE. Nice hearing from you.
A wise man once told me you gotta spend money to make money....the sex doesnt hurt either.
And before you knew the backdoor dealin' was allowing them younger and younger and eventually providing the talent altogether for those that either couldn't be bothered, or lacked the ability. Thank you for your business, please do return, Signed, the CIA.
I remember AVE when it was a blog, when vijeo meant TV. Ah, home on the range!
Another fantastic story brilliantly told
Man I could listen for hours
Once you open your eyes it's amazing what you'll see.
You make me laugh, priceless! Thanks
The moral of the story is that being moralistic is a privilege reserved for those who deem themselves chosen to the eternal bliss of the hereafter and the folks who inherit property.
Those of us tryna scratch a living without such lofty posessions can afford no such luxuries.
Can I resubscribe yet? Ha! Either way the LubeTube is still putting your videos right at the top, Cheers.
Nice little story, I enjoyed that. 👍🏻
Good one. Good lesson too. "Get when the getten's good."
Thanks for sharing the story with us.
Happy new year fellas
Please do a review on the new Cat power tools. And the marketing swanky of the graphine battery.
The cat indestructible phone bit it's clean clear over 2000 Canadian pesos
I run graphene lipo batteries in my RC car. They were a remarkable bump in performance, imho. 8s on a 1650kv motor. will do backflips on demand at 50mph.
Thank you! That was entertaining.
I would pay $3.00! That fire sure looks inviting.
iv really enjoyed this series
Hey hows things..long time listener first time caller here..im sitting here with my dad (were both subscribed )having a whiskey and I asked him had he seen your video of you testing the standing stones in Ireland 🇮🇪 . he had not .so I tried looking the video up and I can't find it..did I dream it 😂? Please let me know I've been looking for hours..we both live in Ireland my dad in co cork and myself in co Waterford..
I bet that 4 acres on Fraser Highway is worth a pretty penny today!
I only hope that the next great depression hits after my kids are grown, I'll sure as hell run around doing odd jobs and embrace the hobo life.
"Hobo" from the Hoe Boy's that road on trains looking for work. Train would stop, farmer would yell, "I need 5 hobo's today", and off to work they went. Hobo's worked hard.
Cheers AvE, I enjoyed that.
Someone else also likes his Stewart Maclean and the Vinyl cafe. You had the pentameter going really hard for a bit there.
I really story time . 62 years of it and still like it.
Just so all the goofs know my company in North East Indiana had a Bridgeport apprentice malfunction. There is an aftermarket Bridgeport remanufacturer in Ft. Wayne Indiana U.S.A. Just a shout out 2 my homies in industry. They will save your biscuits boys!
As all depressions are, this one will be of our own making. Thanks, bunches, my fellow citizens.
Its been so long since I've had that kind of 'business', I wouldnt even charge! lol
I really like this kind of video!
COOL STORY BRO!
That was a treat.
Hard times dirty hands clean money. Fireside chats with uncle
I love story time. 👍👍🇨🇦
I like AvE's stories by the fireside. Wholesome tales of times gone by. 😅
im sittin on a bucket now, with no thoughts on my mind
Your reading reminds me of a young William s Burroughs.
Keep on keeping warm.
Love the slow fade, miss the dewclaw..
i love you kanuks!!! The meek survive!!!
It wouldn't be a proper trip to Canada without one visit to a house of ill repute. ;-)
The flames at the bottom look like balls. I was mesmerized, couldn't look away. Great story.
An honest transaction is an honest transaction!
Oldest profession and all that.......
I believe that your style of narration and choice of stories is as close as we still have to Stuart McLean. Thanks.
Back when you had to increase service to increase price. Boy what I wouldn't pay for chipped ice.
Awesome!
Buddy!!! Where'd you go!? You are my favorite RUclips feller. I neglected the RUclips until a friendly feller turned me on to your channel. Hope everything is well
Glorious thanks!
Great story
Those last words BOOM
Bet I could do the same right outside of Washington DC 🤔
This man’s a genius
Nice fade
A growth business indeed
In the 30s or so, smack dab in the middle of the depression, this older fella in the states used to set down by the fire and tell stories just like this. A lot of people tuned in, a lot of people. At first, I think the effort was to let people in on the goings on in his life. Share a little comfort with folks going through a hard time. But after a while, I think it became more than that. A friendship. A bond. A relationship. A lot of folks felt like they knew him. And I think he felt like even though he knew damn well there was fuck all he could do to help most people, not in the practical, tangible ways he wanted, he was still helping a lot of the people out there through that hard time. He might have been the only president to ever try to comfort his fellow man. JFK was a hero and one of our best leaders, Lincoln freed the slaves, but they died on the cross, metaphorically speaking. FDR however, lived a good long life. He was loved by more people than most presidents could dream of. He was the one we trusted when things really went to shit, going into wwii. I think a lot of it was his fireside chats. Cheers AvE. You're in good company.
FDR's Fireside Chats were nothing like this. They were carefully crafted messages without reporters questions interrupting him explaining his views on how his proposed legislation was going to ease their burdens if they just let him rule in DC without opposition.
They were an end run around Congress straight to American public opinion. He invented and installed the "nanny state" mentality that we live with today.
I was thinking/joking (to myself😁) dude gonna come in and drop a duffel bag with white rectangular objects weighing approximately 1kg. Combined with the car dealers ship business was booming ?😂but very surprisingly the plot twist was that actual story was not far off lol but spanks for sharing uncle bumblefuk i been wondering since I started watching how/why your so educated on tools and machinery was thinking engineering?maybe? But out in country in Canadia?
hey my guy , I have an idea for a bolt-r , if you are familiar with lidl , it's a supermarket chain in europe , it has its own brand of tools called parkside , I don't know if you would have access to them in Canada , but I own a few and I have seen their inners , I have tested them quite extensively and I have to say it might be interesting you try them out if you ever come across one , from my experience they seem like a sore dick deal , but I'd like someone with more experience to tell me their opinion.
Thank you uncle Bunblefuck, this made my morning
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Are you reading from some Wobegon Days type manuscript you had written for junior college English class?
Sounds like chapter one of a Stephen King novel.
Truth
Hot pillow joint
4:20 😉👍
I’m sure that experience overdose several years was worth way more than you ever collected during that timeframe
WHERE'S THE REST....?
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The worlds oldest profession they say.
Rough seas make good sailors.
Putting the "fuck" back into Uncle Bumblefuck...wait, that doesn't sound right.
And that was in Canada, where 1920s where distilery boom since they where wery thursty down the border.
That business man must haw been whit the first name Joseph, second Kennedy...
Imagine inheriting a lil house and 6 lil cabins!?!? From my exp. Ppl that do convince themselves they did it “all on there own” lmao