Friday, June 24, 2005

Tailor Made For Me!!!

  So, I see in the news where Sen. Teddy Kennedy is calling for Mr. Rumsfeld's resignation......I won't go into the obvious jokes that this evokes, it would be just too damn easy. I have been saying that Rumsfeld needed to go for a long time, but now, some gin-soaked Kennedy says it, and suddenly everyone is listening!!!

        I'm not kidding when I say that truth is stranger than fiction; there is NO WAY I could have thought up something like this on my own! I don't write this shit, folks, I just bring it to you in a more believable format than the government run media!!

       Rumsfeld has even said that he has submitted his resignation to President Bush twice already. I wouldn't put too much faith in that statement. Mr. Rumsfeld, so far, has had no trouble lying to all of you. More than once.

      But for those of you who just can't seem to stand the thought of losing Mr. Rumsfeld, take heart. Mr. Bush will NEVER let someone else from his "Cowboy Cabinet" get away. He has lost too many so far. Rats from a sinking ship??

         The last to jump ship, and arguably the most notable, was Colin Powell; also, Homeland Security leader, Tom Ridge. I see these people as wanting to distance themselves from the front lines when the shit hits the fan. Someone is coming away from all of this with egg on their face, and these guys are running scared. Dance little monkeys.

        Mr. Bush's "house of cards" is coming down, and so are the top people. Cheney, Rumsfeld, and all the others who turned over complete power to Mr. Bush back in 2001!


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Thursday, June 23, 2005


  I DO NOT wish to debate with anyone on this matter. I have my own opinions, as I am sure you do. I just want to offer a quick thought on this topic, to maybe help you think.....

        It has come to my attention over the past few years(I can be very slow), that the same people who are supporting "rights" for animals are the same people that see nothing wrong with abortions. Did I miss something here? Animals have rights, but un-born children don't?

        People should treat animals humanely, but no, animals have no "rights" per-se. Some of these same people have also tried to make us believe that animals are "intelligent". Hell, they even say that some dolphins are smarter than humans. Ummm, ok. Could anyone name a dolphin that has written a book? A letter to someone? A sentence? In any language?

       Animals are NOT smarter than humans(some, at least). Yet, these idiots will stand and tell you that an animal should NOT be harmed, but abortion is ok??? Maybe I was wrong, maybe some animals are smarter than some humans............


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Monday, June 20, 2005

No Time

 "No Time", is exactly right! I have very little time to myself these days. I seem to be busier than a one-legged man at a butt-kicking contest. So many things are going on all at once, I don't know which way to turn, sometimes.

     Don't get me wrong---I am loving it. If I manage to keep myself busy, then the  "dark times" seem to not come around so often. I can always do with less of those times. I am thankful when they are not here.

          For my long-time readers/fans, just try to keep checking back here from time to time. I will do my best to get here, sometimes it is just nearly impossible to do so. I so love to write, and to share my views (as warped as they may be), with all of you out there.

      I think of you often. I seem to want to be here the most when the grandchildren are at their worst during the day. But, I must confess, I love what I am doing. The hours are long, and I manage to do it by myself, so there is great satisfaction in that fact alone!

     Father's Day was fantastic! We met my oldest daughter and her husband(and the kids), at a local restaurant for dinner. It was great to see everyone all together like that. Make time for your family....I could care less who you are; make the time. We can be taken from this life so quickly. Say what you mean while you are here, you may not get the chance later.

      Too much beer, I think I am getting "philisophical", and that is bad for me. (I am not supposed to drink, but I sneak a few when I can). I'll see you in the funny papers!!

Thursday, June 2, 2005

Nearly One Year

  As some of my long-time readers know, my mother was murdered last June. The man who did this still walks free. Such is the way of the world. Still, I find myself at odds at the way that I feel about this.

          Most of you know that my mom was certainly no saint. Still, I feel that someone should mourn her passing. I have not shed a single tear for her. I may never do so. Therein lies the problem. For some reason, I feel that there is something "missing" in her death.

            Certainly, her mother mourned the loss of this life.  I have often heard it said that no parent should ever outlive their child/children. I can agree with that fact, having two children, and now, two grandchildren. I felt sorry for my grandmother as I listened to her on the telephone. I still feel bad for her even now when she calls me.

            I can never tell her of my lack of grief for the loss of my mother. After all of the evil that she did when I was young, she was still the woman who bore me for nine months inside her own body. She could have ended the pregnancy at any time, I am sure of it.

             Maternal care?? Sorry, mom just wasn't the type for that. She did, however, teach me to shoot, cuss, fight, throw knives, and who could ever forget the nights at the kitchen table drinking something called "vodka" with mom, at ages six and seven!! It looked like water, but tasted like liquid fire. I guess a drunk six year old is pretty damn funny!

           Mom's "antics" didn't stop there. My first taste of "weed"? Dear old mom. At least she had nothing to do with me losing my virginity! I had a motorcycle at that time, so I took care of that. I learned to cook at a young age; it was out of need. There were five kids at home, and they needed to eat sometimes. I could also make coffe at the age of six. Mom liked two spoons of non-dairy creamer, and one spoon of sugar.  I still drink mine black.

         Maybe by remembering all of these things, I am, in some weird sort of way, grieving for her? It doesn't feel like it. It just feels like bringing up shit that I would rather forget. I don't pretend to understand such things. It is outside of my scope of things in this world.

           I have read in the Bible that if you are lucky enough to make it to "Heaven", everyone will appear as strangers. I hope that is true. I would not want to put up with "Dear old Mom" in the afterlife for all eternity. But maybe we could have just a couple drinks of that stuff she called "Vodka".


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