Sci-Supply has been in business for over 20 years in the greater Cincinnati, Ohio area. Our roots go back to early 2004 when the idea for this business and this website was born. Here's what our website looked like in early 2005: https://web.archive.org/web/20051105033709/http://www.sci-supply.com/
In all the 20+ years of its existence, Sci-Supply has never had an About Us page. Not until August of 2025 did this page appear. Why is that? One word: OWNERSHIP. The simple reason is that the owner is an all American idiot and if anyone bothers to pay attention to this newly created page they will be treated to a story of a lifetime about the owner and his sometimes less than stellar choices. I plan to write this every day until someone finally starts paying attention or it finally makes sense. This story is as much about America's current climate and circumstances as it is about the plight of Sci-Supply's owner. Oddly enough, the owner and America have seemed to be on a similar trajectory. It's going to be difficult to write this every day, and I will try to be as detailed as possible in order for all Americans to fully appreciate my story and how it pertains to the American dream and what it means to be an American.
I am taking a break (Portugal trip) and have entered a bunch of "<br's>" to give me more time until Google indexes this page. The "<br's>" should give me enough time I hope. None of what follows is finished work, so anyone reading should keep that in mind... I simply need more time.
I have but one request and that is that my children never read this.
This is rambling a bit I know. I promise it will finally come together in a coherent way at some point just like my very own thoughts. Can someone PLEASE get Jeff Bezos a white cat and a monacle? I hope my best friend realizes my predicament and understands my absence. I've had to rebuild and it's been a bit painful. Still in the process really. I hope he understands. He's my best friend because. I know the answer to that. I think I was the person who made him laugh the hardest in his life. I think I might just be. It's a story about a fishing boat and a motor. Have him tell it. I hope he remembers. I miss him. He is also the guy who made us jump a canoe over a log dam in lake Tomiko in Canada. We wanted to see if the tiny pond above the lake had fish. We towed the canoe up the dam and found a pond where only tiny juvenile pike were
OWNERSHIP ELON. You know what I mean. Elon will finance these ventures in light of his drug use and bad choices. I'm not throwing shade Elon. Just went through a hell of a bender myself trying to make right with my restless soul. I made some reckless choices Elon and I'm owning it. Hope you will too. I digress. My story will always be free to read on this website. That should give you a chill when you realize that our mistakes shouldn't be etched in black and white for an eternity and mine will be. That's a comforting thought. This is my donation to my country. I believe in my country. We have to act rationally, methodically and protest the best we can while we look on in a horror at a country we no longer recognize.
This is my protest. I'm going to send this paragraph to my Chinese suppliers, all of them right now. All they have to do is stand up and say we want democracy together. Sounds easy enough, right? Can someone get them the message? It would be terrible having a life based on being only a worker drone. Ask my supplier "Ashley." She probably thinks I'm a surfer. Sometimes I return emails and sometimes I don't. I'm a long thinker and I have to process my purchases in time mentally. That's bullshit jargon from a grade A bullshitter btw, appreciate. Americans were woo'd by the promise of the snake oil salesman. I would love for congress and the house pass an emergency order to force a tax based only upon the sales price of all goods purchased in this country that ALL RETAILERS PAY. Not a tax on customers. Only a tax on me that as a business I remit to the feds along with my state sales taxes. Get rid of tariffs alltogether and make rate exemptions tied to number of employees and foreign or domestic corporation status. This part is the very foundation of my plan Elon.
We will set up a testbed to engineer a small american town with a cash based local business model. We need to test different versions on a few different small towns Elon. It'll take just a bit of money compared to your gagillions. The orange guy turned on you didn't he? Some of my countrymen are just coming to the realization. His "masterful negotiating skills" are just bluster. He allowed for the formation of the triad. That now set alliance is a disgrace to American interests and a direct result of idiot diplomacy. They turned the tables on you Trump and you were too stupid to see it coming. China never intends to stop and is so deeply entrenched with big money in Washington. That was your great mistake. You hadn't realized the extent to which the Chinese had bought our government (we allow these bastards into our marketplaces) THE CHINESE NEED TO GET THE FUCK OUT OF OUR MARKETPLACES. WE SHOULD INSTITUTE A BAN ON 3PV'S IMMEDIATELY IN CONGRESS. in the years between presidencies and you were too focused on political retribution. These guys don't play Mr. Trump. It's a slow creep if you haven't already got there. IN GOD WE TRUST. We can put it through Grok. The unpublished Grok, Elon. The creative unfiltered one Elon uses. He'll give you the answer Elon. You know the one.
I'm a proud Democan and sometime supporter of the Republicrats. I didn't mean to mention the parties by their proper names, apologies.
My simple pledge to the world is that I will never profit from this story. That said I fully expect an award for best about us website page in All About Websites Magazine. That magazine will be printed in a tiny town in Ohio that you'll be able to only buy by actually stepping foot in a grocery store. He'll realize finally that interaction on a personal level is good for Americans and use this as a test pilot for America. We must have one person come up with a plan that we follow without fail and backed by JOE AND ELON. I know the mad libs hate them, but I'm a Democan so I'm technically exempt due to my evil secret red side (I voted for Donald J Trump in 2016).
I simply need a one sided conversation with an audience that will pay attention. When they read my true and unfiltered story they will realize that it's all that's left when everything's said and done. Everyone writes their own story and it's up to them to overcome the circumstances of a seemingly impossible situation. I am exhausted. I HAVE NOT REPORTED TO WORK AT MY BAR IN A FAR AWAY MINISCULE TOWN FOR 2 YEARS. THAT EMBARASSES ME. I know they think I ran from my problems. I'm of the strong opinion that I just needed time to digest and formulate a plan for this. Whatever this is. I keep starting over is the problem and I don't think in a logical straight line is the problem. It pisses my wife off and yet she's the only one that seems to understand that and accept that in me. Okay, maybe my 2 employees up in that tiny town know something's a bit off about me. I always felt like everyone did. I've always just wanted to exist in the background so that my mistakes would feel really far away to me like a distant memory. I realize now that the mistakes are what gives us purpose. We seem to as a whole always maintain a straight trajectory in the world order. I used to feel like that was behind us until this latest barberism and butchering of humanity due to a global case of the I'm better than you's. This too shall pass as my mom always said. It's a shame I never told them about not finishing college. My friend with troubles down in can tell you all about it. He asked twice to make sure that I was adequately embarrased. Yessir I am. I decided to leave out that last part given the circumstances.
What if I guy was a business? What if Conner and I could just post our earnings and let the internet make tweaks to our income given our responsibilities.
I'd love to use pen and paper at my bar to take orders. I'd love to buy out my partner for half of what he said it was worth. I'd like to take all my corporate crap out of there and go to pen and paper and get rid of tipping alltogether. We will only take cash in my establishment. ONLY COLD HARD AMERICAN CASH. I WANT IT IN MY WALL AND YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN. Try to get that cuddly with that made up shit. Can you jack off with a Bitcoin? Can you jack off with a $20? You could, but who'd want to? That last sentence means that there's at least one of you walking around in the world who did. What does all this mean? IN GOD WE TRUST. Not in a Jesus freak kind of way mind you. Sorry to throw the G at you. Hope you never get on the wrong side of the road and find out how much pain is inflicted on your soul if you let it be. I WANT A STASH OF CASH IN MY WALL. THAT'S HOW I KNOW I CAN'T STAND THE ORANGE GUY. HE WANTS TO REPLACE THE KING. TELL HIM IN GOD WE TRUST. I want a guy in Argentina to take a selfie of him burning his digital currency and holding up an American fucking KING OF ALL FUCKING CURRENCY. IN GOD WE TRUST. DON'T FUCK WITH THE BUCK AND THAT WAS THE FINAL STRAW. This is my protest.
I mean, how in the world to start this? A million thoughts written and I don't even know where to begin. I think I simply need to wait for the world to give me a starting point. Just had a text from a guy named Ryan. I guess that's as good as any... So he needs these weird plastic aquarium reptile cages and he tries to call at 5:30pm Eastern. I'm sitting here on the back porch waiting on my exhausted wife stoned and two beers in. I love this life. I simply need to earn it. By earning it I will own it and here goes nothing...
Besides my reputation and maybe the sum of my personal wealth, nothing will be harmed in the making of this story. I think that's already been sullied anyway TBH. My other text was from our friends we call the VV's. You wouldn't know them. They have a beautiful family of five and made friends with us shortly before learning I was a gangster. Gangster? It doesn't make sense to start from there. That's not the right word anyway. The story is where it's at. That makes me so much more interesting than you are Doug. Just wanted the world to know that. Can I go back and edit these? I'm forgetful when I get stoned on the back porch overlooking an amazing pool awaiting my beautiful blonde wife. Okies man cool.
Let's try another way. Let's start with a long overdue apology to a former friend. When this is delivered to you it will be through the same median you own so you will be sure not to miss it.
I'm sorry.
That's it. No caveat. Nothing. I did want to have a brief public chat with you over how you chose to deliver your message of displeasure. In that light I'll use the same venue you did in order to deliver a similar message. I'll use it to convey my sincerest displeasure with the situation you created. I mean I did check out your wife's tits in front of you and then start rubbing it in your face, right? I mean it. Not cool and I'm sorry. I do stupid things when I'm absolutely miserable and under pressure. I know I acted like everything was Kosher, but it's obvious you knew better. In that light did it really bother you that much that you had to make as big a wave as you did? You know the wave, right? I always thought of you like family and I could never in a million years have seen this coming. I always knew we had a good rivalry but never in a whatever aire Elon is now have thought. You must have been holding back a lot of anger and rage. Those pills you took every day to drown out the shittiness of your job couldn't keep that down. I still don't understand that. I couldn't ever imagine I'd be considered that much of a threat. It was just the extremes you went to make me think there's more to this story. We all don't know your sad story. I guess your threat detector was always on super high alert because of it. Losing family and becoming responsible for everything that young must have been a really difficult thing. I just didn't think the punishment fit the crime is all. I mean, let's face it, that wife of yours has a pretty great rack. I want you to know publicly while embarassing myself in the process that I would purposefully save up before visiting your old home. Save up what? Ask the wife. Almost every time I would come over I would use the downstairs bathroom first thing to, ya know, do my business. I'm a very private business doer. Anyway, and getting back to my story, is that I couldn't wait because the first time I used that bathroom I was told in a very terse tone that that "was for company." YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN JIM THAT I AIN'T COMPANY! In front of God that's a true story.
Every time I place an order with China from here on out I will ask the person on the other side a very personal question. I will maybe ask "Cangi" why she looks so juicy and luscious in her profile pic. When I do I will wonder if some commie bastard over there (probably by now a commie computer) is filtering the message. How sad is that to think about? How sad is that for a human being to be deprived of liberty and freedom of thought. Our country is on a collsion course with communism. They are winning because they have a coherent voice while we have been fractured into pieces. We've elected a human monster to our highest office after having previously had a skin and bone puppet whose strings were pulled by the corporations. We all can be real characters in private and we all have very formulated opinions based upon personal experience. That's why we're all a little more honest in private. We treat the internet like it was private. It is not and we should expect absolutely no privacy from it. I believe it was used to undermine my privacy. It was either that or paranoia. That said, I'll be the inernet can likewise finally solve the mystery of why I haven't been to work for so long.
We can be disgustingly narrow minded. Liberals think that's a conservative thing. It can be.
You know the pressure, right? I know you do. I've always wanted to be proud of something related to my work and that's a fact. That's why I always wanted a forward facing business. It's ironic and sad at the same time. I can't for the life of me express to you how many times I sat down there in that lonely basement thinking I don't know why in Gods name I just couldn't leave my life well enough alone. If I didn't buy this bar then I would have been just like Doug. Doug was always just rolling over in bed when I was finishing up for the day at 9. Happy and content I always thought. We know better, don't we Doug? I mean, what possible motive would a guy like you have in interjecting in a situation like you did? Did you rely on a single source for information and then compare it to your life and make the decision that I had to die by internet (I'll call it taking a digital dirtnap from here on out).
I was consumed by paranoia due to the circumstances behind his work. I was already mentally taxed due to the pandemic. The pandemic for me was simply a situation where we all got to witness what was behind the Wizzard of Oz's curtain at the same time. What we saw was both depressing and shocking. We learned that the stock market for a number of years was (and still is) based upon the same benchmark standard as leprechaun gold and pixie dust. People are getting skittish right now and the price of gold is skyrocketing. Confidence in our leadership (clown show diplomats led by a snake oil salesman) is finally eroding and the shine is finally beginning to give way to the realization that he's simply consolidating power for himself as any human cockroach would.
To my business partner up north. I just signed a legal agreement. I will forward it to you in the morning. I figured it was okay being that you signed with that paving company that gave them access and right of way through our parking lot for nothing. Cat Trucker told me that a company in Columbus was offered $50k for access. Can someone in the internet verify that? I would have loved to have seen that contract before signing. Your contact over at the paving company said you had already signed and I had no recourse in even requesting that my parking lot be repaved by that large paving corporation when they were done. Something felt off about that and I think it was that paving company's fault for not explaining that to you. I don't blame you for bI can't believe you didn't say anything before signing a contract like that. Our property is sandwiched between the Genessee Wyoming Railway and the underpass with no real options for ingress or egress I would guess. I would have like to have been consulted like I'd like to have seen Montana in a Red October way.