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While I agree with the sentiment, please do not disparage the mighty sawzall. Wielding the sawzall while doing any sort of home improvement work is the closest you will get to feeling like you're a god. A god of destruction.
In case anyone else is wondering wtf a Sawzall is: It's a bayonet saw.
I think a bayonet saw is more like a jigsaw. A sawzall is also know and a reciprocating saw. They are similar mechanisms, but while a jigsaw is smaller and often used to cut curves out of sheet material, a sawzall is much bigger and used for general purpose, often demolition.
Bayonet saw sounds more terrifying than it actually is. Sounds like some warhammer 40k shit
That makes it sound fucking metal.
Saber saw is the common one, reciprocating saw is the technical term.
Someone once cut the catalytic converter out of a pediatric nurse's car in the parking lot of the pediatric hospital we worked at while she was at work one day and left pieces of the sawzall all over the parking lot.
If it broke, then twas but an impostor. I have had my trusty DeWalt now for years exceeding one and twenty. The trusty blade has gone through multiple major remodels without complaint or failure. Unfortunately the mighty sawzall is but a tool. A tool that in the wrong hands can bring woe to the innocent, as it did to thy fair nurse.
I feel that more when using my acetylene torch
The sawzall + a torch + a impact hammer are the three kings
With an angle grinder and a MIG welder, you can dismantle and remake the world.
Sometimes I reminisce about the days when I was a mechanic. Small jobs like cutting off what remained of a small lower unit fin of a boat, cutting a blank to size to weld back on, grind it all smooth, prime and paint. To look brand new when done. Cut out rusted brackets and weld in new stock. Welding together shelves for the parts area from angle iron. It was really empowering. I’m glad I got out of that and work in IT now. It’s easier on my body and I make a hell of a lot better living but the sense of accomplishment doesn’t remotely compare to stepping back and admiring something I fixed or built.