Last night at about 3 in the morning, there was a knock on the door. It immediately woke up the dogs and baby, along with Lisa. As I looked through the peephole, there was a 40 something year old guy there, saying, "Open up, it's your neighbor."
Now, I know what my neighbor looks like. And she isn't past the age of 25, nor as burly looking as this guy. I had my back to Lisa as I was looking out, with the dogs going nuts.
Then a thought went through my head that startled me.
I left the gun in the car.
So I had to think fast.
He started giving me a sob story about how he has a 4 year old daughter who needs an inhaler, and he needs $19 more. Now, I realize right there he's full of shit, and I'd better be ready. This guy might need to die.
The minute he makes a move, I am waiting like a wolverine. The problem is, my gun is in the car. So I tell him to hold on, and close the door. I tell Lisa to go back in the room with the dogs, I'll be right back. Putting my shoes on, I take a deep breath and prepare for whatever may come. This is West Palm Beach, not that it matters where it is, and I am ready to kill if I have to.
Killing people really doesn't bother me. Especially homeless crackheads STUPID enough to knock on my door at 3 in the morning.
Lisa's car is no more than 20 feet from the door, and I have the gun in the center console, so I ask the guy where he needs to go. He says the drug store around the corner. Problem is if you didn't know it was a Walgreens, you're not from here. So I am like, fine.
I get to her door, and he's rambling on and on. So I open it up, and reach inside to grab the console. Now, I know he has me here, at least for a stabbing in the back. I hadn't let him walk behind me to the car, but I had to get vulnerable just this once, and it paid off.
I pulled the gun out, and noticed he stepped right back about 3 steps. Then he is like stuttering, so I reach down with my left hand into my pocket and pulled out a dollar. I put it in his hands, and he is like, "Do you have anymore?"
Ok, at this point I thought about blowing his brains out point-blank for sport, just because he has the nerve to come to my door at this hour, acting sketched out and then asks me for more than I give him?
If his daughter was having an asthma attack, she's probably dead by now.
I tell him no, and he starts going on and on about this and that. I say, "Not my problem, have a good night."
And then I walk away into the house with the gun in my hands, ready to turn around the moment I even feel the wind change across my neck and put this guy where he belongs. But he kept walking away.
The moral of this story?
Make sure you have your gun in your house at all times, and when the woman asks you to go to Walgreens at 1 in the morning, make goddamn well sure you bring the gun BACK INTO THE HOUSE.
This guy is lucky that I left it in the car, or instead of an inhaler, he would have been worried about the new flow-through ventilation system in his head I gave him.
Addicts are getting downright stupid these days, knocking on people's doors at three in the morning. This one caught me off-guard, and thanks to some rather quick thinking, I was able to get him away from the house whilst getting armed. Since I never have my gun where there isn't a bullet in the chamber, as that is just about as stupid as one can get, everything got better once I had it.
Not that I would have thought twice about shooting him, though. I really don't care about doing that to anyone dumb enough to knock on a door at 3 in the morning, when obviously someone with some goddamn sense in a real medical situation would have dialed 911 or gone up to the pharmacy, where the pharmacist would have given them the inhaler anyway.
The good news is now my gun is back where it belongs. In striking distance.
At times I've been lead to believe that critical thinking is a process which is on life support in our society. Whenever I see the 'Jesus Saves' bumper stickers, along with the other stuck-on diatribes that allow others to have that fleeting moment of douchebaggery stuck in their heads the entire day.
Like the "No Jesus, No Peace. Know Jesus, Know Peace," tags are really going to bring me into an understanding of my dire need to open a dialog with the Lord, and have a relationship with the Living God?
Fuck off.
Today I stepped foot into the Gangsta McDonalds again. Sometimes I don't know why I do this to myself. I really should hold my esteem higher than to hang around such a group of miscreants during my lunch hour, but I suppose it beats going to the local Taco Bell, which always runs the chance of an I.N.S. raid on both its employees and customers, doesn't it?
I hate this society. Nothing is precious in today's world. Nothing matters more than right now. Nothing to look forward to, and nothing to look back on. Right now matters, not right then.
I never got what makes things go round in today's world. It's like giving retarded children ice cream, I suppose. You give them what they want, and they smile about it for now, but the truth is, tomorrow, they're still going to be retarded.
How sad is today's world when most people are proud of the fact they are ignorant? Why do we tolerate these people to live? They grow up with the notion that being lawless scumbags is a good idea, and then worst of all, they always breed. Half of them should not only be locked up, but sterilized. Whenever I go to the local mall with the play area, I cringe, because I realize half of the little bastards running around in there don't even know who the fuck their fathers are, and those are the lucky ones. The other half probably do, and their fathers are in county lockup.
A part of me thinks that the Unabomber was right, and he should be let out of prison. That kind of hostile volatility is missing from keeping the corporations that run amok honest anymore. Nothing would make me happier than for the C.E.O.'s of every Oil company to end up on the Unabomber's Christmas Card list.
This society is so worthless, so inundated and interpolated with the lowest common denominator it has become absolutely impotent, on top of incompotent.
And one look no further than Reggaeton and Spanish music in general to see that.
Are you fucking kidding me I'm supposed to think any guy is 'hard' when he's listening to music that sounds like the entrance for a cockfight? Spanish music is so awful it alone should justify pistolwhippings for being played in public.
It's just like speaking english.
Either get with the fucking program, or get the fuck out of this country, because people that refuse to learn the language, shouldn't even be acknowledged.
You don't see me going to Mexico and speaking English, do you? Hell no. You never would, either. For one, I'm not down with Mexico, considering all the bullshit drug wars they have going on, and any country that's so awful that its own people are leaving like that place is losing people, I want no part of.
But how come the population of Mexico has increased, if we keep getting all their scumbags?
I don't get that one.
Tomorrow is another day, a doctor's visit, and hopefully he'll prescribe something extremely narcotic and tranquilizing. I don't know how much more of this stupid shit I can deal with, before I really, really get angry.
I'll remember tomorrow, because tomorrow will in one day be the present, and worth remembering along with the past, and future.
And hopefully, HOPEFULLY, tomorrow will be better than today was, but not as good as the day after that.
’I don’t believe in this country.’ Rest in Peace
Category: News and Politics
Obviously, I have apprehension about doing anything about Carlin, because EVERYONE who isn't even remotely funny has decided to talk about what an influence he was on them.
Seriously, what kind of half-assed tribute is that?
I really don't have much to say about this, other than this is a devastating loss to people who have common sense and do not fall for bullshit stories...and if you're a Carlin fan, you know what I am talking about.
He said things that needed to be said, and was original. Along with Pryor and Bill Hicks, I can't think of someone that stood on a stage and really laid it out like it was.
I'm going to miss this guy. Honestly, this is one celebrity that when I heard he'd died it really did hit me, because Carlin was simply right. And he was funnier than Hell doing it.
So, I hope there is a bullshit free zone somewhere out there, with you in it George. You deserve it, sir.
If there is one thing I hate about people in South Florida, it is the low standards they have set for themselves. The ghetto people here shouldn't even be called people; they should be labeled animals.
If there is one single thing I truly detest it is the way people from the ghetto talk. The only thing worse than the way someone from the ghetto talks, is the fact that they have this seemingly insatiable need to breed, and then use up all of our social services to feed their little shitstains, I mean, children.
But if there is one thing I cannot stand it is when their absolutely ignorant way of life somehow seeps into every other facet of life that normal people have to deal with.
Take for example going to McDonald's. I mean, not a high class joint in the very least. But still, an establishment with some, well, maybe not a lot, but still, some standards about the way they conduct themselves in front of their customers. Unfortunately, in West Palm Beach, that isn't true.
You walk in to the one here and they are playing Dirty 'Souf'(Because these ghetto people can't spell anything with th, like the, thirty(as in thirty to life), or thought). The first impression is that this is a place for those who belong in prison.
Then you order your food, and you see a group of four people leaving, maybe between the ages of 20 to 30, who collectively weigh more than an F-550. They are all laughs and one says, "Shiiiiiiiit..." to a question another asks, putting her hand up as if to say, "I didn't see anything."
I grabbed my food and went to sit down near the window, so I could keep my eye on the car so some little jit didn't steal it, when I saw this staring at me, from where the herd of elephants were sitting.
It doesn't take too much to make my blood boil. In fact, the wrong look could do it in some situations, but my blood pressure is typically flawless. Not today.
When I saw this, I got up to see if the dust the herd had been kicking up in their wake was still visible, to confront them about their apparent lack of concern for the fact that they were trash. Of course, Shaniqua and LeVonda, or whatever the fuck their shitty fucking names were, had left with JeMarcus and Quadrevious. I could tell because I saw the pavement broken in 4 spots, representative of where they must have gotten in the car and busted the pavement.
I am so sick and tired of ghetto people with their gold teeth. As a society, we just sit there and allow them to function, and then you see shit glorifying their illegal behavior up on the internet all the goddamn time, like it is some kind of badge of honor.
I used to care when I heard one of them died, but now, I'm praying all of them do.
I cannot see enough news reports about them offing each other. I love it.
Shit like this drives me to the point, a breaking point. So today, I ate my lunch, then got up and went to ask for the manager.
The manager came, and she was a young girl, probably like 22 or 23, who wasn't so ghetto, but still had the flavor, I suppose.
She asked if my food was alright, and I said it wasn't bad, thanks. Then I told her, "I don't appreciate coming in here and feeling like I'm a parole hearing."
She asked what I meant. I told her this 'shit' she was allowing to be played over the loudspeakers should be turned off, and never played. She sort of took offense to it, then told me, "Well, it's what the employees like."
I reminded her, "You're the manager, right?"
She said "Yes."
Then I told her, "Then it's not what they like that matters, it is what is acceptable, and hearing untalented pieces of shit on the radio is not acceptable."
She asked me what she'd like her to do, and I said get that shit off the radio. I'd thought I had made myself clear, but apparently not. I deal with idiots all day, so I can definitely point one out, but apparently she didn't realize I knew she was one, so then I told her if she didn't have it changed the next time I came in, corporate would like to know.
She then goes, "But we're not owned by them."
And I looked at her, and said, "Oh, that's right. You're a franchise, which means unlike a corporate store, if you don't do what the corporation says, they can shut you down tomorrow."
She just rolled her eyes, and I said whatever. I told her that unlike her ghetto ass clinetele, I had the class to throw away whatever the trash had left behind, and it was only a shame I could not throw most of the people in there at that time away with it in a very loud voice.
Because, see, I really don't give a shit about offending people that are ghetto. I really couldn't care less. What are they gonna do? Threaten me? In this state, that's not the best idea.
Is anyone else sick of shit like this?
Seriously, people need to stop this subculture of stupidity, with the stupid names that no one can even pronounce, other than the public defender, local newspeople and police.
Today, pussy-footed Democrats gave in and made a compromise on the Telephone Company Immunity topic. The problem with this is that by doing so, they've given companies like AT&T and Verizon a pass on something that is illegal.
The fact is there would have been NO need for immunity if Verizon and AT&T didn't do something wrong in the first place. They sought to be protected for assisting the Department of Homeland Security, et. al, in their efforts to listen in to conversations being had by suspected 'terrorists'.
I am starting to use the word loosely these days. Who the fuck isn't a terrorist these days? From people that want to threaten others because they don't agree with their viewpoint, to those who engage in acts of violence against innocent people to further a political motive, these people are 'terrorists'.
The truly sad part is this just shows that in Congress, money talks in the end. There is absolutely no limit to the amount of cronyism that you will find in Washington. If they'd allow the TelCo's to get off like this, and then, allow these inhuman soulless robots to try and eliminate net neutrality, then we have a really big problem.
Of course, there is always a solution to the problem. Quite simply, if you have a cellphone, get someone other than AT&T or Verizon(Or Alltel, since they are buying Alltel.) I'm serious. I'm not recommending Sprint either, since they suck and ruined Nextel, but what I'm saying is that any, ANY company that supports warrantless wiretapping should be ashamed of itself.
I want AT&T to never refer to itself by the original name it used to stand for. For those here who are uneducated about where AT&T came from, it stood for American Telelphone and Telegraph. But since Southwestern Bell bought up the other Baby Bells that Bell Atlantic couldn't get their hands on to form AT&T, I'm sorry, the New Piece Of Shit, with Less Coverage Than Ever Before, AT&T really has no meaning to the letters.
How about Always Tapping and Taping?
What is really pathetic about this entire issue is NOT the fact that now they will get away with it.
It is the fact that the American people didn't even know this was an issue. That's because how many people watch the news?
Most people are too busy reading blogs about relationships and other useless shit. It would be too much of a mental task to take in what is going on in this country.
I've said it time and time before, if you are one of those people that hits relationship blogs because they are the most important to you, get the FUCK OFF MY BLOG.
I really have no need, time, or desire to answer your insidiously ignorant questions, which could be answered by a 3 year old who pays more attention than you do. I have no need, no time nor any desire to be a top blogger if that means I have to pander to an incredibly ignorant base.
It's time for us to start making our Christmas lists, and the only thing I want to see on mine this year is to see the Verizon guy get a piano or safe dropped on his skull and kill him.
Then I want to be the one that walks up and says, "Yeah, we heard you."
I am ashamed that people in this nation are even willing to say yes this is wrong, but that's the extent of their anger.
Fuck that.
Make it known.
Let it out!
Stand up and say Fuck You.
Bang your guns on the table and tell those scumbags in San Antonio and New York the truth: THEY AREN'T WELCOMED IN AMERICA!
If anything, I hate knowing that Corporate America is contributing to the nightmarish dreams of Eric Blair. His vision should have never, ever come true, as when he wrote the vision he had, he did so with an insider's mind for the information he put to paper.
For those who don't know, Eric Blair is also known as George Orwell, and his book 1984 should have been read by every single person reading my blog. If it hasn't been, then it should be immediately.
Don’t Go Looking For Snakes You Might Find Them...
Category: Blogging
...Don't send your eyes to the sun you might blind them, Haven't I seen you here before?
Slither - (ReLoad) - Metallica - 1997
I read a blog tonight that had 400+ replies about how other bloggers write about fat women and generally denigrate women on their blogs in order to gain large readerships. I don't think the problem that Jabs and Dan are being accused of doing this is the problem, nor do I think the fact that Stephanie writes about relationships is the problem.
I think the real problem is that people actually think that Myspace blogs contain wisdom.
I want it known that I am well aware that a year ago, I had more than 2,000 readers. Even then, I had ratings that were way higher than they are today, but I have purposely watched it go down the tubes in the ratings, for a reason.
Sure, I have another profile on Myspace. In fact, I have 3 others, that I barely use, one of them being from 2003. You can imagine the laughter when I hear people say they've been blogging for a while, meaning like 2006. That to me is a joke that is better left not told, because it just shows me who wants to claim rank, yet could not if we were to base it on seniority.
If the truth is to be told, I've been 'blogging' since 2001, when I started doing it about nightclubbing and was a nightlife promoter. But instead of getting 'views' and comments, I had to get actual people into nightclubs to spend money on booze, women and narcotics, or I didn't get paid.
There is a part of me that really wants to turn this account off, and shut it down. But then there is a part of me that likes knowing that there are people out there that still read what I say. There is a very big part of me that thinks it is sad that people on here take anything seriously, like politics.
If people on here take things so seriously they sit on the internet to do nothing other than abuse people, then I don't think those people have valid points on the issues; I think they just have issues, period.
The problem with this, all this that you see printed on Myspace blogs, isn't what is said, but who it is being said by.
And I don't mean the writers.
I mean the actual company that owns this entire site, News Corp.
This site isn't about making meaningful connections, nor is it about reaching out to a sect of society that needs to make that connection to feel more human. This site is about making money, and that is it.
If you want to have that feel-good connection, go to Facebook. People there feel great, and they are hemorrhaging money left and right.
I read a friend's blog tonight about how she saw a documentary about the bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, and I began to think to myself it was sad. It wasn't sad because she found it fascinating and horrifying. It was sad because things like history matter, but only to people who understand why they matter.
Most of the time, in today's world, what was expected of myself as a youngster is hardly expected of today's youth. I could ask any of them what the capital of Australia is, or better yet, point it out on a map. The chances are that I won't get anyone that can answer both, not even amongst the adults anymore.
And that troubles me.
It really troubles me when we live in a world that cares more about style than substance, as if to say we didn't learn anything about the 1980's, other than you need to wear a condom and stop snorting cocaine.
The mere fact that people in this nation feel a sense of entitlement to the point that they will sit on the internet and write blogs about the most mindless and meaningless subjects is beyond profane.
I have read the blog that Stephanie put up about the Fat Women, and I knew it targeted two of my favorite bloggers. And I really didn't care about it targeting Jabs, other than to think it might start just what Myspace didn't need, another blogwar.
But I was concerned that it did attack someone who I admire in a lot of ways, but in the way that he is honest, even when it is definitely not popular with his readers, Dan. And having met Dan in real life, I can assure you that Dan isn't this one-sided, woman-hating kind of guy.
Dan is extremely intelligent, and has views on things other than pussy, but his views on the opposite sex are what many find most intriguing, not to mention downright hilarious.
And the fact is, it worked for him, for a very good reason. Dan said what no one before him on here did, plain and simple.
I look at the entire Top Blogger group and wonder, would I ever even try to climb back into that whole group? I mean, it is 2:10 a.m., I'm sitting on my bed using my laptop, looking at my girlfriend next to me, my son across the room in the crib, and my dog at my feet ahead of me.
Truth be told, I'm down to like 1,700 readers, or something around there. It is to the point I don't care, because I have weeded out those I didn't want simply by saying what it is I desired to say, instead of what people wanted to hear.
People in the time I have taken this over at times took serious and grave offense to what I have said. In that entire time, only one person has made me feel an ounce of guilt for it. One person, by the way, who I deeply respect because I do not always agree with him, yet I have never felt an ounce of animosity in anything he disagreed about.
This site is a joke to me as far as writers go. I remember Damn Girl telling me once that bloggers are the new writers. I was so stunned by the assertion that people on here are writers at all that I don't remember what I replied with, but I'm positive it was along the lines of, "You're fucking kidding me, correct?"
Because the truth is, there are very few blogs I read any longer. I still read T.C.O.O.O.'s because that guy always has something controversial up to make people think, and it may be nothing he actually said or did on his blog. There's a greater chance it is his commentators than himself saying shit you don't agree with. That blog is quite addictive and maddening.
I read Paula's all the time, because we're friends, and I like to see what's going on in her life. Her and I disagree about a lot in life, but civility is something I've always gotten, and will always give to her.
I try and read Captain Nighttime's blogs whenever I can, but I rarely comment on them. The guy is very funny.
I do read all of Dan's blogs, though I don't comment on his as much as I used to do.
But there are blogs out there I just don't get, and the conservative right wing in this country can claim a majority of those. I don't get when people use Myspace to 'save souls for Christ.'
Believe me, if Jesus came back right now, Myspace is the last thing he'd be on. He might be busy wandering the bathrooms of public parks and airports, trying to save the souls of Republican congressmen, but he definitely wouldn't be on here. He might even be trying to figure out how the American people fell for the charade of Hillary Clinton being human, yet noticed that her robotic counterpart on the other side of the aisle, Dick Cheney, couldn't get away with it.
This entire world is fucked, and I really mean this folks, but this entire world is fucked when you have people trying to teach Creationism in the classroom. In fact, it is two-fold, because not only will you have teachers that don't believe in it teaching a theory that has no scientific backing, but you will also have the chance of a sacred text being skewered by someone who doesn't understand it, therefor lowering the standards by which both sides hold their theories up to.
This world is completely fucked.
My son is inheriting a world I can't make better, because I cannot make people more intelligent. My blog will not save the world, and I don't expect it to do that. I would hope that every single reader of mine on my blog owns a gun, at the very least, though. I would hope that everyone here was willing to open their arms for peace, but had their hands prepared to close if need be for war.
It is hard for me to find any encouragement in this world, especially now. I have quit smoking, and having nothing to do with my hands, all I do at work all day is sit there and write little things down. Quotes here, outlining there, or a drawing or two.
And I have to sit there and listen to people tell me all day, "Good Luck with quitting smoking," and I'm tired of it.
The point is I didn't try to quit; I did quit.
I took the luxury of trying quitting smoking out of the occasion, so I would quit.
I will never smoke another cigarette again, as I'd rather put a bullet in my brain than inhale another lobbyist's cash crop.
I am so diametrically opposed to any and all big tobacco and oil corporations that I would always find a way to screw them in the end, no matter what, as they are in my eyes the very essence of evil.
I am not the kind of man who relies on luck to get things done in this life, either. I don't need a bunch of smokers who have no idea about my background telling me how tough it is. Quitting smoking is a decision, not a blackjack game. There is no luck required. You do it, or you don't.
And I sat there, as these people tried to pseudo-congratulate me on something they couldn't do.
And things like this came out.
'I'm not going to quit, I did quit. I'm not weak-minded, like you. I'm not weak-willed, like you. I'm not stupid, like you. In fact, when I'm your boss, I'm going to cancel your smoke breaks. In fact, when I make my first million, I'm going to run you over in my Ferrari. I have standards, unlike you. I have class, unlike you. I have taste, unlike you. I have a son, like you, but unlike you, I realize that smoking near him will kill him. I can overcome addiction, unlike you. I have overcome addiction, before I even knew you. My mind is strong, unlike you. My blood is tempered by my will, unlike you. I won't be sitting here in a year, unlike you. The only thing I like about you, is that I'm not like you."
Just random thoughts about the people who were on their way to smoke who said good luck in quitting, because they have me confused for them.
You see, in this life, everything is choice. People tell me all the time I don't know how hard it is to quit, when in fact, I am very well aware of how hard it is to quit anything that is either a habit or an addiction. Addiction isn't a mental disorder, as some would have others believe.
Going around and talking to imaginary people is a mental disorder. Talking to God, and telling me he talks back, is a mental disorder.
Having a disease that controls your thoughts, actions, and life is not a mental disorder. It is a way of life, or in the case of any narcotic or smoking, a way of dying.
Smoking was fun while it lasted. In fact, I used to love to piss off non-smokers by smoking near them.
Then I had a son who has a disease, and though his he was born with, it is not unlike the disease of addiction I have witnessed people succumb to in my life.
I cannot afford to succumb to any addiction, as it would show Tobias that his father didn't fight it until it killed him, which is exactly what his mother and father need him to do in this life, fight until it is life and death, because believe me, in this life, the onlything worth dying for is living.
Whether it is the continuation of life for your loved ones, it is living. Whether it is self-defense, it is living.
This site has sort of lost its flavor, much like tobacco, in my life. I see people who I don't even agree with, mind you, putting up the Magnifying Jesus Christ stuff. Now, to be fair, some of it is very over-the-top in its preaching, and I really could care less about people trying to educate me on Jesus. I know about Jesus more than anyone I've seen trying to educate me on him happens to know.
But I just knew it.
I just knew some of the people in the Atheist groups had to go and make all the other atheists look bad, by being dickheads.
This has become quite predictable, to the point that not only do I not care, I really don't see the point in it. I've heard strippers give better explanations on quantum mechanics than the amount of sense that I've gotten out of the bickering between the two groups. I still don't see why the evolutionists even bother, considering all science is on their side. That's like hitting a triple, and trying to crawl to third base. You hit the ball, now go get the triple.
I just don't get how people on this site can go read about relationships from other people, period. I mean, I've given my relationship advice before, and people laughed a lot. It was nice for people to laugh, but I was pretty serious.
Be nice, give her the sex when she wants it, eat whatever she cooks and take out the garbage, unless it is you, I mean.
I mean, don't do what I did, seriously. Don't knock the girl you've been dating for 2 and a half months up.
UNLESS, you fall head over heels in love with her, like I did. And believe me, she won my heart. She wasn't given anything, that woman earned it in spades by being the greatest thing that's ever happened to me.
But still I wouldn't recommend what we did for anyone else. Who's going to listen to a divorced person about relationships, anyway? Not a wise person.
But if you want to read about things that the top bloggers will broach over, or not talk about, like how there is no Federal Income Tax law that states you have to pay an income tax at all, stay here. If you want to read about some truly interesting things I keep finding out about my son, stay here.
If you don't, then well, there's the door and fuck off.
And We Wonder Why Kids Can’t Pass Simple Aptitude Tests? Read This
Category: News and Politics
It has happened again, and this time, there were no arrests. Another teacher in Florida has been caught sleeping with a student, but the reason this is not a crime is that the student is 18 years of age.
This is a picture of the girl the kid was fucking:
Now, to be fair, I'm sure that some guys on this blog would fuck her. I wouldn't. Not even for a good grade. It's not like she looks like Debra LaFavre:
I can see why the 14 year old didn't say no there. Most of the guys on here STILL wouldn't say no to her.
But seriously, the letter speaks for itself as to why we have a real problem with education in this nation. We have morons teaching children.
I haven't seen grammar this piss-poor since I read one of Jedi Clampett's comments on Paula's blog for the first time, and that's saying a lot. That guy couldn't string together proper grammar with kite string.
The love letter is beyond amusing to me, because this chick actually expects this kid to be into her once college starts. The problem is by looking at her, I'm pretty sure that he won't be. You can't tell me that once he hits the local community college around here, which is like a goddamn nightclub with the lights on, he's going to even think about the poorly misspoken Cuban chick that was the boat her family floated over here on.
There's nothing sadder than having sex life put up on the local news, other than being a teacher who has her letters put up on the local news for the world to see she's as stupid as a rock.
I would say I'm shocked by this happening, but I'm not. For one, it happened in my school when I was younger. Teacher was banging a senior, but she was 22. And she didn't get fired for it. Nope, went onto eventually marry another teacher. Truth be told, no one held it against her, probably because she wasn't ugly, nor a moron.
So I have to wonder, are you people sick of people dumber than dogshit teaching our kids?
It's no wonder kids can't find anything on a map! I mean, in 10 years I will be shocked if a high school student can spell the word map.
Seriously, in my eyes, someone that can't point out Iraq, the United States of America, or worse yet, Australia, on a map is too stupid to be allowed to breed.
You have to love it when you hear that California is marrying gay people. The reason I love it is not because they have the same privilege as everyone else. I mean, whatever honestly. If gays want to be miserable, fine, let them be. I really don't care about it for that reason.
It is a victory for people with some sense in this nation who are sick and tired of the Jerry Falwell's...well, Falwell is dead thank God, so let us not speak of those burning in Hell.
Basically what it comes down to is every values voters head went like this when the California Supreme Court ruled gays could marry there:
It always cracked me up when Bush put people into office, because you had to wonder if he could find anyone more unethical than his appointments. John Bolton was a straight up dickhead to his staff, to the point that they testified about how much of a jerkoff he was. That's pretty bad when people emphatically testify to you being a douchebag in front of Congress.
Alberto Gonzales... You know, I don't have all day to talk about someone whose actions were so grossly unconstitutional and unwarranted, but I can say this. His little Military Commissions Act of 2006? OVERTURNED.
And it should have been overturned at that. Only a complete fascist could support keeping people locked up without trying them. You have to give everyone, even non-citizens, due process. Then when you convict them, kill them. But you have to get through the process.
And then the granddaddy of them all was John Ashcroft, the man who they called the Crisco Kid. Do you know why they called him that?
They called him that because he was baptized in Crisco.
What a fucking nutjob. This is the guy, who Michael Moore aptly pointed out, couldn't even beat a dead candidate for Senate.
This nation doesn't need a moral compass in a leader. We don't need a leader who talks about a 'Culture of Life,' while going ahead and standing against embryonic stem cell research, which could have saved lots of lives. We don't need someone who talks about freedom in such imbicilic ways, as he brings corporate-sponsored fragmentation to a nation he couldn't even put together a gameplan to take over.
This nation doesn't need a leader who prays.
Seriously, I hate seeing politicians pray. None of them is Godly. In fact, the only prayer of a politician I'd believe was a prayer to Satan, due to the snake-like disposition almost every single politician has.
*Excluding Ron Paul.
No, I don't want more 'ethical' choices, like Credit Card company heads heading up the Ethics Committee on Corporate America. There's nothing ethical about the way credit card companies in this nation operate. They are the new plantation owners of this nation, the new sharecroppers.
Whether or not the conservatives are willing to admit this, there isn't a chance that McCain can really win, because the only thing more fractured than the Democratic Party in this nation is the Republican Party. McCain can pretend to be a conservative, but most people realize that McCain is more of a Democrat than he is a Republican, hence the reason he was the person Kerry thought about running with in 2004.
Of course in this nation, people who can't stand Barak Obama talk about him being assassinated, as if that will happen. I'm not confident it will, because believe me, if Bush hasn't been with all the ways he's ruined America, why am I to believe Obama would ever be?
If you think a tiger can change its stripes, you're mistaken. Everyone and their mother knows the biggest hypocrites in this world exist on the right side of the aisle. When a Democratic member of Congress gets caught up in a scandal, it was to be expected. When a Republican one does, unless it is a gay affair, they never saw it coming.
Anyway, your thoughts on Values politicians and voters?
Be The Pillar: Magnify Your Position In Life
Category: Life
I want to first begin this blog with a shout to those who are courageous enough to start the Magnifying Jesus Christ campaign. I do not feel any need to take part in it, but I think that if any of them is on your list, they deserve to get a comment and kudos for doing something positive about their faith, instead of arguing about it.
Those who live by example, who build a foundation of rock instead of a house on quicksand, deserve to be respected. Not only if you don't agree, ESPECIALLY if you don't agree.
As evidenced by the last few days and my dismemberment of a fascist dolt who decided to place threats on the lives of myself and others who did not agree with his one-sided viewpoint, I have been thinking a lot more about what does matter in this life. It wasn't that I ever felt threatened, but rather, that the threat came at all and when I turned the tables on him, I realized something else too.
I realized that when you bully the bully and really put the holes in their hands, they do not like it, yet, they tend to back down a lot.
And while the drama continued with others, I went into a deeply meditative state, with my godlessness and pot-smoking, of course, since apparently I'm both. (I'm neither a pot smoker, or Godless).
I realized that the entire confrontation was sort of like arguing with someone who has Down Syndrome with a touch of Naziism. It really made little sense, took a lot less effort than the amount of sense it made, and really didn't do anything to help anyone, other than to shut down one of Myspace's biggest scumbags for good, for in the back of his mind he knows now that I know who he is, where he is, and what he is.
But I realized something as well the other day about my enemy, and myself. Something that we have in common, if not the only thing, but something that binds us in one simple way, if only one way.
We are both sons.
Unlike him, I've honored the man that gave me life by having a spine, standing in the face of situations where life and death was a reality, not a catchphrase.
My father taught me a lot intellectually and academically, but there was a person in my life who showed me how Christians were meant to act, apolitically and compassionately.
I have been called a lot of things on this blog, lots of those being very unflattering, while some can be considered untrue due to the extent of praise I felt they gave in the comments. But of all the things, and reason I want to make this point, I don't want to make it to praise myself.
I want my son to realize something about the man in his life, who struggles at times with a disease my son hopefully takes a lot better than his father did, because he is the one it affects the most. I want my son to realize that I've seen the worst things life has to offer.
I've seen a city of people flooded, and them being ignored because they weren't the correct color to warrant the attention of their government. I've been neck deep in the water when no one else was there. I was there when people finally showed up, one of the few who had the ability to ask the other people, "Where have you been?"
And I hope Tobias knows, his father did all that because his father believed in helping people out, due to the example set forth by his former pastor and amazing friend Jim. Jim, or James, is the man who I consider to be the basis of my son's middle name, a light in this world of darkness who showed me that in the face of things not right is the time to lay your ass on the line and do what is right, especially when others will try and stop you.
Jim is the person who showed me that the most selfish thing is being selfless enough to give of yourself, because there is no, NO greater feeling in life.
I want my son to know his father isn't perfect, but unlike the father of his father, he tried to perfect doing the right job. There is no manual for what it is I have been asked to deal with in Tobias's condition, but I refuse to call it an illness. In my mind, it is a challenge, an issue of wellness, but not an illness. And as long as he has the conviction of fight in his blood, a conviction I inherited not from my father, but rather my mother, and the kindness of his mother, I am positive my son will know what I mean when I tell him as he grows older to be the Rock, to be the Pillar.
In a hurricane, you will see homes destroyed. In New Orleans, I saw many things completely demolished. In Waveland, Mississippi, I witnessed a town that was 100% destroyed, a first in the history of insurance claims in natural disasters. But there was an older building in the downtown, and a pillar standing straight up.
Through Hurricane Katrina, that pillar stood bravely against the worst Mother Nature and God himself could throw at it. And it never gave in.
Being faithful to your lord may be good for others who feel the need to thank the God of their faith for what they've gotten through in life, and I respect that. I respected it enough that when I changed my name jokingly to Todzilla Is Magnifying The Anti-Christ, I took it down so none of them thought I was being serious, and didn't offend them.
But that is them.
Tobias will not know a father who leans on others, but is leaned upon. He will not know a man who understands the value of quitting, unless there is victory through it, as I am quitting smoking tomorrow. Today is my last day, as I will not jeopardize the health of myself, or my son, by polluting the lungs that keep the air inside of me.
Tobias will know that when he is older his father stood up to those who dared to use the internet as a bully pulpit, putting them in their place, and to a government that was absolutely negligent in assisting their own citizens, being a thorn in their side.
He will hear the story about how his father called Dick Cheney a murderer, from only mere yards away, and walked away from the gathered crowd, because his father would not shake the cold hand of Death itself.
My son will also know a father that is passionate about justice being served, in cases like the West Memphis 3, where it wasn't.
My son will be the mirror reflection of how I do as a father, and Lisa does as a mother. I am confident that my son will make both of us eternally proud.
But my son will also inherit the mantle of being his own person in all of this, and my greatest task in his life is to exemplify and edify the passions he seeks out, instead of pushing him in any given direction. Already at 5 weeks, he is grabbing onto me, and pulling me down to him in the mornings. He is mimicking his father's movements, as such:
In his eyes, I have come to know that I must magnify myself as a man, and bow before no one. I must stand strong in the face of adversity, and especially when others depend on me. In my adolescent and adult life, I had a great teacher in my pastor who taught me that by giving I was receiving, and by doing that, I was fully cognizant of how important being kind-hearted to everyone meant, I learned to be compassionate.
But in my adult life, I admit that my compassion does not get the best of me, and I rarely if ever pay mind to the homeless who ask me for money on the street, and only because I know how dangerous the situation in my city is. I've been wise enough to know better than to make your hands busy near someone watching you.
I have all these lessons to teach my son, and yet at times, I feel like they've become contradictory. Be compassionate, but be careful. Be wise, but don't be so smart that stupid people don't understand what you mean. Be patient, but get it done.
I hope of all the lessons and things he does inherit from his father, giving is the one he takes away. I'd rather have a kind fool than a malevolent genius for a son, for the fool will always be surrounded by at least one person that really cares about him, and the malevolent genius cares for no one else.
Yesterday was Father's Day, and I did enjoy it a lot, but I know of one son out there who probably had a very rough day. His name is Luke. His father died on Friday and this morning, he sat in front of a T.V. camera for the Today show. His father was Tim Russert, and he was his father's pride.
Tim Russert magnified his entire position in his professional life to the level that even sitting leaders in the world paid tribute to him, and he was a journalist. That's like Hitler paying tribute to a dead Jew, when you consider how much politicians hate journalists.
In magnifying himself, everyone that he knew professionally spoke personally about one thing, over and over again, and that was his love for his son.
I hope Luke Russert knows I really liked watching his dad on television, and it really bums a lot of us who watch the news out that he has passed on. He seemed like a good guy.
But I want him to know one thing that sadly too many kids in this world will never know. His father cared, and loved him.
Instead of turning to a God to magnify, I'm going to magnify my position in this life and be the father my son deserves. I'm going to do the things I have to do to make sure he knows what truth, compassion and kindness are, yet also what strength is.
Strength, at least true strength, does not come in the form of muscle, or a closed fist. It shows itself in the form of an open hand, or a courageous act, something so stupid that someone does to help another person, that others marvel at it. A lot like that amazing guy who jumped on the subway tracks to save a young man's life as he had a seizure in New York a few years ago.
When you put everything in your life on the line for someone you haven't met, and you do so without anyone asking you to do so, it shows the people around you what kind of person you are. Instead of being a human being, you show them you are being human, something too many of us have forgotten to do, because it is so much easier to pray for change, instead of making things change.
It's so much easier to say what you want to happen to something or someone you can't even prove exists, than to tell the mirror things must happen in order for you to carry on. Facing one's self is much harder than facing God, because we have always felt we could run from God. You can't run from yourself.
So instead of magnifying a God I can't, and wouldn't even try to, prove exists because I believe in him and don't care if anyone else does or doesn't, I'm going to try and magnify the person's position in life who my son needs for that to happen to. Me.
Because when the storm is gone, and the worst has come, I want my son to see me as I saw that pillar in Waveland.
Still standing.
Thanks, and do me a big favor and go to those blogs with the Magnification tags.
Things I Love About Being A Dad, And A Son
Category: Life
As a kid growing up, I loved it when my father used to take me to Philadelphia Phillies games. One of the greatest things when I was little was knowing I'd be waking up in the morning to go see the Phillies playing. The sad thing about it is at the time, they weren't that great. In fact, at the time, the only team worse was the New York Yankees(Which doesn't bother me, but back in the 80's, they sucked.)
I remember my father being a man that I used to look up to, and knowing what I know now, I still look up to him in many ways, but I definitely feel a whole lot different today than I did before I myself was a father.
It's so easy to sit there and wonder what you'll do different than your father, yet when you become one yourself, you really begin to realize the effort he put in to making sure everything ran smoothly must have been monumental. I didn't appreciate the fact that my father helped raise 5 sons, until I had just 1 who requires a lot of attention. My father did it with 5 of the nosiest and loudest kids you could imagine.
This past May, I became a father for the first time, and when I handed my son to my father, it really felt like a changing of the guard inside. Something about it choked me up. Probably because I realize that as a parent, holding your grandchild is an accomplishment. You lived that long, and on top of that, you must have done something right. ESPECIALLY if your son made it to 30 before having any, in today's day and age.
Today being Father's Day I want to definitely honor my father and hope he knows that I love him, and that I'm a better man because of him.
I want him to know unlilke too many children in this world, I feel lucky just to know him, something far too many do not.
And I want to let him know the thing I love about being his son is that we are complete opposites in so many ways, exactly the same in others.
See, my father was a History major. He taught it at college level for a while, though he never did want to be a professor, so he never took that role. My father is deeply entrenched when it comes to history, and that is why when people who do not know the facts about history talk near me, I'm very apt to correcting their mistakes. I know all I know about history from my father, who has since the day I was born adorned me with stories about what happened through the ages. He is a living treasure trove of historical information, and I was very lucky to be his son.
And now I get to celebrate Father's Day, a day I will never personally feel deserves a candle next to Mother's Day.
It is amazing, when I am woken up in bed by this little person feeling around with his hands all over the place next to my face. His tiny little fingers are the most precious little things, and I love him dearly. He's the light of my life.
And this morning on Father's Day, he gave me a gift. A mug with his mug all over it, and my father on it too. And it really hit me how far I've come in life.
I wasn't, and never will be what you'd call a saint. I'm not even liked by some. That's fine with me, because my son loves me to death.
And in the end, I believe that's what really matters to me.
That's what I love about being a father. That's what I loved about being a son.
Don’t Be A Dickhead: FUCKING COCKSMACK!
Category: Blogging
Do you know what I hate even more than a moron?
A MORON WHO DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO SHUT HIS FUCKING MOUTH!!!
FUCK YOU ASSHOLE. You keep emailing me dick! Stop emailing me and I will not respond. You fucking emailed me first idiot! You're not my friend and nothing but a fucking snake and disgusting human being.
Ok shorty what ever you say.
----------------- Original Message ----------------- From: ..TODZILLA RAIDS AGAIN!!!.. Date: Jun 13, 2008 9:44 AM
Go the fuck away and leave me alone you mentally deranged fuck.
If you don't leave me alone for good, you will pay for it.
----------------- Original Message ----------------- From: ..Mr. ..L's Tavern.. Date: Jun 13, 2008 1:41 PM
"He hasn't technically dropped out, so I am not in the error." And that article state in the first sentence that he's TECHNICALLY DROPPED OUT YOU FUCKING MORON. WHAT ABOUT FUCKING ENDING HIS CAMPAIGN DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND? Keep smokin your dope.
----------------- Original Message ----------------- From: ..TODZILLA RAIDS AGAIN!!!.. Date: Jun 13, 2008 9:33 AM
Are you retarded?
I know all that, goddamn.
You must be seriously brain damaged to think I wasn't aware of that, especially since I said he technically didn't drop out, the technically aspect of that meaning HE ISN'T ACTIVELY RUNNING!
I mean seriously, you are fucking retarded Mike.
----------------- Original Message ----------------- From: ..Mr. ......L's Tavern.. Date: Jun 13, 2008 1:28 PM
Ron Paul says campaign to 'shift gears' By KELLEY SHANNON – 16 hours ago
HOUSTON (AP) — Republican presidential candidate Ron Paul said Thursday night he is ending his campaign but will keep spreading his message by working to help elect libertarian-leaning Republicans to public office around the country.
"The campaign is going to shift gears. It's going to accelerate. It's going to get much bigger," Paul told The Associated Press in an interview before a rally where he was making the announcement. "To me, it's a technical change."
Paul formally announced the move — his new "Campaign for Liberty" — in a speech to supporters attending the Texas Republican Party state convention. He said he expected many at his Thursday night rally and other supporters from around the nation to attend an alternative mini-convention he will host Sept. 2 in Minnesota to coincide with the Republican National Convention in St. Paul.
"Freedom is very popular. Not only is freedom popular, freedom works," Paul told supporters.
Hundreds of people rushed into a Houston hotel ballroom to hear Paul speak. They listened to a guitar player perform peace and freedom songs and gave loud cheers when Paul said the U.S. needs to bring home the troops from the Middle East. They also broke into applause when he spoke out for following the law and the Constitution.
He repeated his stances on other major issues, speaking against the United Nations and the income tax.
"Get more people," he urged. "They're paying attention, and it's across the political spectrum."
In the AP interview, Paul said his political message would not change and that he'll continue to speak out, just as he has since he first ran for Congress from Texas.
"It's just now that there's so much more enthusiasm, and so many more people involved," he said. "This last year has been astounding. ... We have to keep it going."
The announcement is a formality. The 72-year-old congressman won few delegates during the Republican primaries, but he raised large amounts of money online and developed a huge grass-roots following.
Jesse Benton, Paul's campaign spokesman, said Paul is beginning a "Campaign for Liberty."
The presidential campaign still has about $4.7 million in the bank, which can now be used for the new effort, Benton said, describing it as a "permanent campaign."
"We're going to work with the grass roots," Benton said. "People are really eager to continue and grow these efforts."
Paul opposes the war in Iraq and is a champion of small government. His campaign also drew support from independents and Democrats opposed to the war. His supporters have been pushing for him to have a speaking role at the GOP national convention.
But Paul has refused to endorse likely Republican presidential nominee John McCain, and he told the AP that was unlikely to change.
Associated Press writer Jim Vertuno in Austin, Texas, contributed to this report.
----------------- Original Message ----------------- From: ..TODZILLA RAIDS AGAIN!!!.. Date: Jun 13, 2008 1:25 PM
Are you always an asshole? You can't have any discussion without acting like a child, can you?
----------------- Original Message ----------------- From: ..Mr. ..........L's Tavern.. Date: Jun 13, 2008 1:14 PM
Adjust your words he "was" not "is". He's no longer running fool.
----------------- Original Message ----------------- From: ..TODZILLA RAIDS AGAIN!!!.. Date: Jun 13, 2008 12:48 PM
Ron paul isn't a bad candidate. Just got the wrong group behind him.
And I like him because I'm a libertarian. I know how a fascist like you who advocates killing people before they are given due prcoess might take offense to it.
I'm not happy or upset about yesterdays decision, honestly. I'm glad the trials will get underway. If they are terrorists, then try them and get it done.
Everyone deserves a fair trial, and that is neither a liberal nor conservative ideal; it is an American ideal.
Once convicted, I don't have anything against them using capital punishment.
----------------- Original Message ----------------- From: ..Mr. ..............L's Tavern.. Date: Jun 13, 2008 11:26 AM
Ron Paul as president. That says it all.
----------------- Original Message ----------------- From: ..TODZILLA RAIDS AGAIN!!!.. Date: Jun 13, 2008 11:05 AM
It is classified as a disease. Or should I call you Dr. L?
And we make fun of how pyscho you are.
You don't even realize how crazy you are, do you?
Go back and look at who I originally wanted to be President. It was Ron Paul, and that was before his followers came along.
You want to make it personal, we can.
----------------- Original Message ----------------- From: ..Mr. ..................L's Tavern.. Date: Jun 13, 2008 10:05 AM
Don't play innocent dickhead. I heard you talking trash about me on your stupid BTR show with Paula and that Liberal idiot. Saying that I felt uncomfortable while Timothy was praying. First of all, he never prayed on ANY show that I was on. 2nd, I wouldn't mind it if he did. It's not a disease but a mental disorder. Anyone can quit. But the fact that y ou would believe it is a DISEASE and log it as a disease with real diseases like Cancer lukemia etc. is where you show your mental disorder.
----------------- Original Message ----------------- From: ..TODZILLA RAIDS AGAIN!!!.. Date: Jun 13, 2008 8:50 AM
Its like you wait for me to go to work before replying.
Of all the bullshit it was what you said it was the Fred comment.
He had nothing to do with our debate and you bring up his disease?
That's beyond low.
What's next? Making fun of my son?
Seriously. ......................
I'm in a giving mood. You know what?
It goes beyond politics now. Now, it's become personal, and I don't give a fuck.
For an hour and a half tonight, I'm going to take calls from anyone who wants to talk about what a COCKSMACK DOUCHEBAG MR. L. happens to be, so give me a ring at 646-595-3687.
You know what else?
Call and tell me about douchebags that you hate. ESPECIALLY IF IT IS ME!
This may be long, but I think it is pretty important. I've cut the b.s. blogging back, because honestly, my life requires more than Myspace as of late.
In the history of the United States, I'm not so sure there has ever been a President in the history of this nation who has had the ability to paint himself a liar with the frequency that President George Walker Bush has been given.
In reading his new 'exclusive' interview, he has shown such regrets.
From:
In an exclusive interview, he expressed regret at the bitter divisions over the war and said that he was troubled about how his country had been misunderstood. "I think that in retrospect I could have used a different tone, a different rhetoric."
Phrases such as "bring them on" or "dead or alive", he said, "indicated to people that I was, you know, not a man of peace". He said that he found it very painful "to put youngsters in harm's way". He added: "I try to meet with as many of the families as I can. And I have an obligation to comfort and console as best as I possibly can. I also have an obligation to make sure that those lives were not lost in vain."
I am beyond disgusted by this man's self-anointed humility, as if to think that his cheap words can ever take the place of his all-too-costly actions. Has he completely lost his mind in his last remaining months? It would appear that Mr. Bush is more concerned with his legacy, a trait that his supporters scoffed President Clinton over, than what he has actually done to this nation.
This nation did not misunderstand you, Mr. President. This nation understood that you were going to go to war with an enemy that did not have anything to do with September 11th, and did not have weapons of mass destruction, as you and your fear-mongering cronies in your administration would have lead us to believe Saddam Hussein did in fact have both going against him.
You lead our men and women in uniform, who might I add are braver than you have ever been by the fact that they actually served in a war, something you used your own father's name in order to avoid ever being a part of, into a war of choice, instead of necessity.
In retrospect, you didn't need a different tone, because no tone could have covered up what it was you were truly trying to accomplish. The rhetoric that your administration fostered during the buildup to the war, that anyone who did not support this insane action was somehow unpatriotic, was about as insane as you were for thinking that we couldn't see through your absolutely pedantic ways. We knew what you obviously didn't think we did.
In regards to your commentary about how you were upset about how YOUR actions lead to the rift in this nation, the only truth in the matter is it will be YOUR leaving the White House that truly begins to heal this nation.
No one likes you, Mr. Bush.
And when I say no one, I really mean that.
Those who supported you for the most part have turned on you, as you turned on them, their ideals and their hopes for this nation a long time ago. Most conservatives label you a R.I.N.O., or Republican In Name Only, simply based on the fact that you have always put what helps your friends before what helps this nation.
Mr. President, need I remind you that war profiteering is neither a liberal nor conservative trait, but rather a trait of the lowest common denominator. And starting a war so your friends can profit is the trait of a traitor. Period.
You speak about meeting with the families of the fallen, yet if I can recall, you have consistently refused to meet with Cindy Sheehan so she could get answers as to what it was this war was meant to accomplish by staying there in the first place.
In this interview, you say that you do not want the soldiers families to believe that they have died in vain.
Mr. President, I assure you of this much; they already know this.
Those soldiers died because those soldiers took an oath, to protect the Constitution of the United States, and to obey the orders of the President of the United States, and swore with their very lives they would.
That is an oath all too many of your supporters in the
