A Tribute Too Late Given

 So, former President Ford has passed away. I kind of liked the guy, you know? I don't think he did any harm at all while he was in office(I know someone will dispute this notion), and Chevy Chase did such a good impression of him! Always falling down, or tripping over some foreign object.

 

              So now I see in the headlines for the day that "tributes" are being presented in his honor. Here's a quick thought, if you think so highly of the person, why not have tributes to them WHILE THEY ARE ALIVE? How the hell does a dead person know about your puny tribute? If a guy or girl is liked, for fuck's sake, tell them while they are alive!

 

           Too many times someone is taken from us with no warning, and we wish we had told them some thing or another while they were alive. Don't waste time thinking "Oh, I will sound stupid". Some of the best things you can say to a person will almost always sound awkward, or silly. I wish I had said more to my mother before she was taken from me. I have an Uncle I think very highly of, whom I haven't seen in about twenty five years. I wish I had told him just how much he did for me, how he kept me on the right track(mostly, anyway).

 

           My grandmother died in 2002. We always used to kid each other. She would ask me to do something for her, and ask what she "owed" me for doing it. I would tell her to just keep her foot in the gate of Heaven for me, so we could be together, if she got there first. Hopefully, no one has caught her yet! My grandmother ALWAYS knew that I loved her, and she, me. I said all I needed to say to her so she could go on her journey knowing just how I felt about her.

 

          Forgive me these emotions, but at some level, I, too, am human...somehow, somewhere, someway, sometimes. The writer in me sometimes takes over, and things that I would rather keep hidden come to the fore. Sorry.

 

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A Strange Happening

    Good day to all of my little "minions"! I hope all of you had a great Christmas Day. My wife and I had a strange thing happen yesterday---we had Christmas alone! That hasn't happened for about twenty four years!

 

             It was amazing just how quiet the house was with just us two here. We made the most of it, I can assure you all! I figure we should get used to this happening a lot more often, nowadays. With the oldest girl married, and the youngest turning fifteen next month, we may have aa few more "quiet Christmases" waiting in the wings.

 

               Did everyone get what they wanted this year? I wanted all of the wars and hatred in the world to stop, and everyone just get along. As usual, it didn't happen, so I settled for a couple of gifts from my wife. Maybe next year, hmm? Or, maybe when the Aliens from outer space take over? You know how it is, SHIT HAPPENS!

 

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Lowering The Standards Part Two---

     Ok, so I forgot to get back here yesterday. I got busy with some other things, and just forgot.My fault, I screwed up, plain and simple. Shit Happens. So, here is what I wanted to tell you.

 

             Have you heard of this supposed "congressman" named Keith Ellison? He is the asshole who wants to be sworn in using the Koran, because he is muslim. The Represenative from Virginia, Mr. Virgil Goode has said that he is against this. He cites as  his reasoning that soon we will have a lot of muslims in congress, too many, in his eyes. I agree with him.

 

            Muslims need to keep a few things in mind in these times. Number one, they need to keep their heads down. Number two, they do not want to draw un-wanted attention to themselves. I don't personally care if you choose to be muslim, it matters not to me.

 

             What DOES matter is that I have seen a shift in the minds of the American people, and muslims, and mexicans are no longer tolerated as well as they once were. Let us not forget that I live in Mississippi. If you think the "Klan" is something of the past, you are sorely mistaken. Many people here consider themselves brethern in the "Noble Society", and it goes by many names here, but above all, it is still about the same thing..."If you ain't white, then you ain't right".

 

              This idiot, Mr. Ellison, will get his way, mostly because he is black. That isn't prejudice on my part, just a cold,hard fact. Just one more way we lower our standards for minorities. I think it is a load of shit. No one ever gave me a job because of my lack of education, why should we give jobs to people who are not qualified, just because they are a minority? I say "fuck 'em". Give the assholes the same chance I had.

 

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Ticked Off!

Well, it is finally raining here, just a little, anyway. I had written a full page of political stuff for everyone to read, but before I could save it, the connection to AOL was "lost". Hmmm, things that piss you off 101; losing the connection after you have written a lot of crap, but before you had time to save it!

 

             What does AOL stand for? "Assholes On Leave"? I will re-write my page for everyone later today, AGAIN! Hey, my loyal "Minions"(I still love that one!!!) I noticed that the number of visits here is now more than 9,600. Let's see if we can get it to 10,000 by January first. Why? I have no idea, it just sort of popped into my head, so I decided to ask my Minions for help. Tell your friends, hell, I know you know someone who could use a laugh or two! Let them come read the musings of a crazy old redneck biker-dude!

 

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Chillin' and Grillin'

 Well, I cooked out today! That's right, I went out and fired up the old grill, and threw on some 'burgers. It has been so damn hot here lately! It sure will be stupid to be in sleeveless shirts on Christmas day!

 

          The good thing about this is that it is not uncommon. The bad thing is that when it finally DOES get cold, there are very nasty storms, and in the last few years, even tornadoes. I hate those with a passion. I believe "Tornado Alley" should be extended to include Mississippi and Tennessee.

 

          Oh, well, I guess I will get a bag of pork rinds, and a few beers, and sit under the shade tree for a bit! Might as well, we can't go ice-fishing. I think that is one of the "up North" things that I miss the most, along with the snow. If it snows here, it is never more than an inchor two, and it only lasts for a couple of days. And these fuckin' rednecks can't drive for shit on it!!!!!! Most of the dumb asses just stay at home, the rest just go out and make my insurance rates go up!!

 

              Hey, get a clue----buy a vowel---read a fuckin' book! Learn to drive on snow for the ONE DAY that it lasts here, or just stay at home!!! Bone-heads, all of them!

 

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An Early Christmas

My oldest daughter and her family are going to Mexico this year. They want to leave Friday, if everything goes as planned. As her plans would cause the grandchildren to completely miss Christmas here, we gave them a surprise yesterday evening.

 

              We let the grandchildren open their presents early. As could be expected, there was total chaos for a bit, then things settled down some. Well, being the protaganist that I am, I quickly whipped out my two harmonicas, and let the gramdchildren play  with them.

 

              The ensuing "symphony of the harmonicas" wasn't exactly the Boston Philharmonic Orchestra, but it was good enough for me! Tiny little Vinnie playing the short harmonica, and telling his dad to "get up and dance, daddy". Little Rozie on the long harmonica, trying to keep time with little Vinnie. This "concert" lasted for well over half an hour. It was for a small, but elite audience. The entrance fee has been paid for many years by the audience. The show was well worth the price of admission.

 

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A Hidden Agenda

In the headlines today, I see where Mr. Eric Rudolph is complaining about the conditions in the so called "super-max" prison that he now resides in. Well, sorry Mr. Rudolph, but heroes are never treated very well. Ooops, did you just read "hero" in this article? You are dammed right you did!

 

            Eric Rudolph mostly targeted "women's clinics" with his bombs. Why he targeted the 1996 Olympics is anyone's guess. But I digress. These "women's clinics" are abortion centers, plain and simple. I hope someone closes down each and every one of them. Pro Life? Maybe so, but I know something that most people don't know.

 

           Ooops, did a woman just get pregnant with the child of her lover, and her husband doesn't know? Well, let's pop on down to the "women's clinic" and take care of this little problem. And another cheating woman gets away with murder, literally. Instead of killing the child this scum carried, they should have ended HER miserable life.

 

             What? That sounds too harsh? Why is it if I shoot some stupid bastard, and, consequently do the world a favor, I go to prison for murder. Yet, this "woman" can murder AS MANY BABIES AS SHE WANTS, and nothing happens to her? How many people are waiting for adoption of a small child?

 

            Literally thousands! We make it so hard to adopt, yet so easy to kill. The blood is on all of our hands. Eric Rudolph just tried to show us that, albeit in a rough way. I still believe he had the right idea, just bomb them when no one is there...after all, this is about SAVING lives.

 

         Oh, and the lady that runs the "women's clinic" that Mr. Rudolph bombed, she stated that she hopes that he stays there forever...well, maybe you could bomb the place with just ONE PERSON in it. I hope she enjoys killing children. The news article didn't state whether or not this heartless bitch had any children. Too bad.

 

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Some People Still Get It!

Thank You, Ms. A. C.  You are among those that still get it. You still have some "common Sense".

 

           
 
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend,
Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one
knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were
long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He  will be
remembered as having cultivated such valuable
lessons as:
Knowing when to come in out of the rain; why the early bird
gets the worm; Life isn't always fair; and maybe it  was my
fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies
(don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable
strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).
His health began to deteriorate rapidly when
well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in
place.
Reports of a 6 -year-old boy charged with sexual harassment
for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for
using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for
reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened.
  Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers
for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in
disciplining their unruly children. It declined even
further when schools were required to get parental consent
to administer CalpCal poln lotion or a band-aid to a
student; but could not inform parents when a student became
pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments
became contraband; churches became businesses; and
criminals received better treatment than their victims.
Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend
yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar
could sue you for assault.
Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a
woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was
hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly
awarded a huge settlement. Common Sense was preceded in
death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife,
Discretion;
his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.
He is survived by his 3 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights,
Someone Else Is To Blame, and I'm A Victim.
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he
was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on.
If not, join the majority and do nothing.


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An Old Friend

An old friend sent me some mail today. The message was from Paul Harvey. It was more of the same thing that I said a few days ago...stop apoligizing for being a Christian! I have lived about half of my life as a complete asshole, I freely admit that fact. I am in no way a Christian, and I make no excuses for that fact.

 

          I will, however, stand for someone's right to be a Christian, or Muslim, or Buddahist, or Taoist, or whatever kind of religion they have. Fuck it, I will even stand for someone's right to be a damn Klingon, if that is what they want! We live in one of the TRULY free countries. Probably the ONLY true free country. If you don't like what I write here, you can even complain to AOL... I am sure that they would contact me with the complaint. That is their right.

 

            Please, be what you are, ok? Just, please, don't come here from some third world country, enjoy your freedoms, and try to kill MY PEOPLE! When you do that, you arouse the anger in me, and other FREE AMERICANS. People who were born here, and have the birth-right to freedom. You may call me red-neck, and a back-woods idiot, but I will fight to the last drop of my blood for my country, and my people, and our freedoms! Never be in doubt about that one small fact.  Now, go and enjoy the wonder that is FREE AMERICA!!

 

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The Lab...

 I belong to a local organization that gives, trades, sells items between members. We call it "freecycling", as most all of the items are given away. You simply post what it is you have to give away, or what you need, and things progress from there.

 

          Imagine my shock and awe when I opened my e-mails this morning and someone was giving away a "blonde lab"!!!!!! I just couldn't believe my luck! I could actually OWN the lab where blondes were made!! What Luck!! Boy, did I have some plans!

 

          I almost went nuts! I could make my own blondes!! Shit, I was set for life! I very quickly e-mailed the person with the blonde lab, it's first come, first serve on these deals, so I had to be quick. I was the first to see it, so I could have the blonde lab the owner said! I was overwhelmed!

 

          But the owner started saying things that were very strange. "She" likes to play ball. "She" likes long walks outside. "She" likes to swim in the summertime. "She" is housebroken. What? What are you talking about? I was inquiring about the "Blonde Lab"! The owner stated that they were talking about  the blonde lab----the dog.

 

        A blonde Labrador Retriever! A dog, of all things! They should be sued for false advertising! I suppose my quest for the "blonde lab" goes on.

 

(This entire thing was a joke---learn to laugh a little, folks)

 

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I call Them as I See Them

It seems that to be politically correct these days, you must apologize for being a decent Christian person. People can't even put up a nativity scene in their own front yards for fear of offending some asshole with a different religion!

 

         Now, I thought there was freedom of choice, and freedom of religion in this country? Oh, ok, I see now. You are free to practice your religion as long as you are something other than Christian...hmmm.

 

         Let's look at that idea a little more closely, shall we? At last count, it was MUSLIMS who led the attacks on MY COUNTRY back in 2001. It is MUSLIMS who carry out attacks everyday on our troops over seas in Iraq.  It is MUSLIMS who have carried out more attacks than can be counted in the last twenty years on just about everybody.

 

         I don't count myself as a Christian, or part of ANY religion, for the most part. But, I DO know what is right, and what is wrong. If you have Christmas decorations that you are afraid to put up, then you are a fool. If you want to say "Merry Christmas", instead of "happy holidays", but are afraid of offending someone, you are a fool.

 

           Now, why would I call people fools? This is AMERICA, not Russia, or China, or North Korea, or Iran. We have certain freedoms here. I know this as I was in the Army, and it was drilled into our heads that we stood for FREEDOM. You have the freedom to have YOUR religion just the same as anyone else has the freedom to have theirs.

 

              Don't be intimidated by other people using their freedoms, while you sit back and say that you are sorry for being a Christian! Muslim, Buddahist, Taoist, Baptist, Catholic, Hebrew, they are ALL welcome in the U.S. Stand up for who you are, and never back down. I will always be here if you want to talk. I am never hard to find!

 

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Do We Really need a Subject Line?

Sometimes, there just isn't anything to write about here. Nothing happening, nobody working overtime to piss me off, no body fuckin' up. Well, for the most part, anyway.

 

       My daughter has just come in from school complaining about another girl "getting in her business". I tend to let this shit go in one ear and out the other. They hate each other one day, and are thick as thieves the next! It is always the same.

 

        Maybe that is what I crave more than anything else...the sameness. Never changing, no surprises. I don't like surprises, unless it is Christmas. And don't even get me started on that "Happy Holidays" shit. That's it, I think I shall cover that tomorrow. The argument for "Happy Holidays" over "Merry Christmas", to keep from offending some fucking pansie or something!

 

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A Long time coming

   Today I celebrate three years smoke free. It is a quiet affair, but a long time in coming. I never thought I would quit smoking back when I tried. But I laid the cigarettes down, and never picked them up again. It may not seem much to you, but it is a lifetime accomplishment to me.

 

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Imitation Is Not Flattery

What is wrong with Chevrolet? The only decent hot-rod type car they make any more is the Corvette. This vehicle is now priced far above what the normal guy(or girl) can afford.

 

          Have you seen the Impala lately? Low power, front wheel drive, and shitty looks keep most people from buying what was once a very good muscle car. The Monte Carlo? It has incurred the same horrible treatment as the Impala!

 

         I am a Ford man all the way, but I have always respected the looks, power, and build-ability of Chevy cars. I have worked on all brands of cars and some trucks, and I was always amazed at the pure, raw, power that could be wrung out of some Chevy motors. Simply amazing.

 

         Have you seen the new Chevy trucks? From the rear, you would swear that it was a Ford truck. The front holds the same mystery, as the Chevys look like someone jammed a Ford and Dodge truck together, and came up with a bastard child! For some years now, Chevy has simply copied Ford, and now Dodge also with their trucks.

 

          Isn't there anyone with an original idea on the design team at General Motors? Look at what the Chrysler Corp. is doing. The new Dodge Ram, the 300M, the new Charger, the PT Cruiser, the list goes on and on. New, fresh, original. Now, I know the 300M and the Charger were produced long ago, but I think it is great that Chrysler is actually trying to bring back the "muscle car" era.

 

           And look at Ford. Anyone want a hot new Mustang? You can purchase two of them fully tricked out for what one Corvette costs! The Ford Focus is another vehicle that I call a "pocket rocket". Small, unassuming, and terribly quick! Is it any wonder that it takes Road Rally trophies around the world in amazing numbers?

 

           Chevrolet, PLEASE restore our heritage with some great cars! Ford has restyled the Mustang to a retro look of the sixties and seventies. Could you imagine a re-worked Nova, or Chevelle? The possibilities are endless. Yet Chevy refuses to try their hand at something like this. I don't understand their thinking....or lack thereof.

 

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A Life Taken too Quickly

 A few months back I told of my neighbor that was battling cancer. Tuesday morning at 2:00 am, he lost the fight. He left this world for another, hopefully better.

 

              As far as I know, he leaves a wife, two sons, and a little granddaughter that my daughter and granddaughter spend countless hours playing with.

 

               He lived his life as a preacher, and did all of the business that job comes with. He lived his life as a good man, and passed on as such. I wish him peace.

 

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Stick It In Your Ear!

   Anyone who knows me in the "real" world knows of my disdain for cell phones. I don't like them at all. Hell, I leave my home to keep assholes from bothering me on the phone, why would I carry a phone with me in my pocket? But now, they have what I call "stealth phones".

 

          My first encounter with one of these things was last year at Wally World(Wal-Mart). I was looking over some cd's, and the lady standing beside me just started talking like someone else was standing there! I looked at her, and thought "well, she's gone 'round the bend!" It was only later that my wife pointed out that people now wear tiny head-sets that clip onto their ear! The lady beside me had her's hidden by her hair.

 

          I see more of these things here lately. Everyone seems to be wearing them. Even in restaraunts, while they are eating! I draw the line at that. My wife knows better than to have her telephone on when we are dining out. I just won't stand for it.

 

          Look folks, the phone on your hip isn't impressing anyone, do you think that wearing a head-set will fix the problem? And don't even get me started on those damn iPods!

 

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Thanksgiving

   Just to update everyone, we went to my oldest daughter's house for Thanksgiving Dinner last Thursday. Of course, as usual, I was swamped by the two grandchildren. For some reason, to them, I seem larger than life.

 

       Now, understand, please, that I am not bragging(well, maybe a little), as the children pay no attention to anyone else when I am near. I find this strange, as everyone loves them equally, just like me. My own daughter told me Sunday that the children mind me better than her or their dad. I am mystified by this, as I treat them no differently than anyone else.

 

         I am more lenient with the kids than anyone else is. It would stand to reason that they would try to get away with MORE with me...but that isn't the case. Oh well, one can go completely bonkers trying to figure out small children and women...go figure.

 

           Sunday morning I was awakened by severe pain in my ribs on the right side. This is the site of an old injury in which I pulled both lower ribs away from the cartilagenous material that holds them to your sternum years ago. I also managed to snap the nerves that go along with the ribs. A side effect of this is that when the nerves are irritated, you spend a while in the bathroom puking like you have been on a two day drunk.

 

        So, on Sunday morning, at 5:00 am, I was "worshiping" the "porcelain goddess" for awhile. I was sick off and on all Sunday. This is a fairly common thing for me. The injury has never healed, so I live with the constant pain of it. It's no wonder that I am a little nuts...

 

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The Versatility of the "F" Word

Some of my readers(minions) and friends know me far too well. As a person who uses the "f" word as both a noun and a verb, I can attest to the "flexibility" of this word(pun intended).

 

        One of my friends sent me something that I will share with you, the reader. If you thought I knew how to use this word, then you were mostly correct. I have since learned so much more than I thought I knew!! Now, this link contains examples of the "f" word, If you can't handle it, then DO NOT click on it.

 

           If, however, you are open to becoming more "enlightened" to the multitude of uses for this, the most fascinating of words, then, by all means, click on the link.

        http://www.fasthumor.com/images/FUCK.swf

 

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Too Much Too Late

   Having taken care of the other business today, I looked at the headlines and saw something that caught my eye. The American release of the Playstation 3 was marked by long lines, and even violence, with one person being shot. It seems that a couple of idiots got the idea that since the new system costs about six hundred dollars that people camped outside of the stores would be loaded with cash. They weren't disappointed. But one fool valued his money over his life, and, even staring down the barrell of a gun, refused to give up the money. Big mistake, as he was shot. No further word on how this idiot was doing.

 

          Folks, if you are staring down the barrell of a gun, give the person your money. Most triggers take LESS than four pounds of pressure to be pulled. I wouldn't bet my life on the idea that the person wouldn't apply that much pressure just to take my money.

 

           Now, about the new Playstation. I have several playstation ones, and playstation 2's. I have never stood, or camped out to get a new system, never. The main reasons are simply that it WILL come down in price later, and the first run of the systems ALWAYS have bugs in them, and function incorrectly. I wait untill the second run comes out. Another added benefit to waiting? The games usually drop in price, too! So, I win all around!

 

           I may get a playstation 3, but it will be LATER than SOONER!!

 

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---Not Quite Forgotten

          This morning I was reminded to do something special. Now, I was gently reminded, by a person I may or may not know. To that person I say thank you. Now then, on to the special thing...

 

            As of Thursday, November 16, a very good, and close friend of mine has remained smoke free for exactly three years! Take a bow, Ms. Jean. You know that I and my family love ya! Now, to the casual reader here, you may wonder why all the fuss? Well, I am only three weeks behind Ms. Jean.

 

             As all of you know about the site that I helped start, Ms. Jean was the other person helping with that deal. There were others, and believe me, I love them just the same, but Ms. Jean was the FIRST to respond to me when I signed on to the company's old site. I am keeping things for Ms. Jean that no one knows about, and would be shocked if these things were brought to light. Not bad things, but good things, lively things, things that confirm just WHY I like this person.

 

            Ms. Jean has put a lot of effort into quitting smoking, and I admire her for it, and even understand it. Having smoked for thirty years or more, I know just how much she struggled with quitting. But we carried on the struggle together. Along with a few others who have since fallen by the way-side.

 

          But, with us two, and Alece, Sally, and some others whose names fail me at this time, we managed to get through it all. The cravings, the sweating, wanting to rip out the walls in our houses, all of it. I used to spend hours at my pc to keep from wanting to smoke. I guess you could say that finding Ms. Jean also helped me to learn about computers.

 

         Now don't get me wrong, there were plenty of other people along the way, and the web site is HUGE now. But Ms. Jean is one of the originals, and she cannot go without recognition. She wouldn't want all of the attention, I know how she is. I am the egomaniac, not Ms. Jean. We love her all the same. Good Luck, Jean, and may good fortune smile upon you for many long years to come.

 

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Wondering...

   I got a call from one of my real dad's sisters this weekend. It seems that my dad has gotten a little better, and is even on a week-long hunt with one of his friends. I am glad to hear that he is getting around some. I never need question his toughness, for I am borne of the same stuff as he.

 

       This sister pleaded with me to come and see my dad. I sort of shined her on, so as not to hurt her feelings. I sort of want to see him, but I am undecided about all of it. What would I possibly say to him? Would we "catch up" on over forty years of my life? Of his life? It is all too daunting for me. But, there is another reason, a purely selfish one at that.

 

          When I went to Missouri to identify my mother's body, I had to fight the urge to stay. I would have stayed right then. I would have given up all my ties here at "home", to be there. There was never any question as to when. I was ready right then and there! I cannot go back at this time, I would never return here. Never.

 

        Is it a call to my destiny, or a simple longing to be back where it all started? Can one really never return home? Can one never go back as we are told all our lives? I can't buy that. When I went to Missouri for my mother, the moment I climbed out of my brother's truck, I was connected; I belonged there. I still do.

 

        Could I leave my home, my wife, kids, and my very life here? In a heartbeat. Why? I have never felt like I belonged anywhere in my life. I belong in the mountains of Missouri. Like a fish belongs in water. I can't shake this feeling. If I go, I go with a Ryder truck packed with my possessions, never to return here, never to return to this life. Only to carry on a new life, or, to continue the life that started over forty years ago, in a land that accepts me without question. A land that makes me feel whole, and complete. The land of my birth, my beginning, and my end.

 

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A Scam Revealed

      A couple of years ago I needed a brace for my knee. Nothing too serious, just something to help ease the pain, and to give it a little support. I found a medical supply shop nearby, and purchased the needed item.

 

        Now, the price of this item was $25.00, not too bad, I thought. As I went to pay for the item, the lady at the counter(also the owner of the store) asked if I had medic-aid, or medicare. Since I am disabled, I have medicare. When she was informed of this, she saked for my card, and said it could be filed on medicare.

 

         Well, trying to save a buck or two, I gave her my card. Imagine my surprise when, about two months later, I recieved a letter from medicare stating that they had just paid OVER $100.00 for a knee brace that I purchased!!!! Now, WHY would they pay more than four times what the price originally was for said item?

 

          When I called the store, the owner stated that everything in the store was tagged with a number. When billing medicare, medicaid, insurance, or whatever, the price was regulated by the sticker on the item. I then informed the owner that what she was doing amounted to fraud, and that I would most certainly notify the medicare office.

 

         The owner then stated that since I was "such a nice guy", she would reduce the charges to the original $25.00. Nice guy indeed. I still contacted the medicare billing office. I recieved a letter later on stating that NOTHING would be done to resolve this situation, ie, charging the store owner with fraud. I couldn't believe it!

 

            I have since found out that this shit goes on all over the place! The places that sell medical products for home usage are constantly ripping off the medicare people, and insurance companies! It is rampant, and very common. These people think nothing of charging four, five, even up to ten times what something is worth! Hospitals are no better. My wife's brother spent a year in the hospital, and they were charging him seven dollars for a single Tylenol! It's ridculous! And the people who are getting ripped off don't even question it!

 

          This has to stop! Why do you think so many Americans can't afford insurance? It is directly because of this flat out FRAUD! Questions, comments, abusive remarks? You know where to find me!!!!

 

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Someone Needed to say It.

  I recently recieved something from a friend. It was an Email. I read it with a smile slowly creeping across my face. You see, it just goes so well with my "article" about lowering our standards a few months back. As always, if the article offends you, piss off. I'm sure you can find a home in some other country.  And, as always, the opinions of the blogger are his own, and NOT those of AOL or any of it's affilliates. So if you don't like it, then you should blame me, no one else.

 

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           I be White

>> Proud To Be White
>> Someone finally said it.
>> How many are actually paying attention to this?
>> There are African Americans, Mexican Americans,
>> Asian Americans, Arab Americans, Native Americans, etc.
>> And then there are just Americans.
>> You pass me on the street and sneer in my direction.
>> You Call me "White boy," "Cracker," "Honkey,"
>> "Whitey," "Caveman" ... And that's OK.
>> But when I call you, Nigger, Kike, Towel head, Sand-nigger,
>> Camel Jockey, Beaner, Gook, or Chink ... You call me a
>>racist.
>> You say that whites commit a lot of violence against you,
>> So why are the ghettos the most dangerous places to live?
>> You have the United Negro College Fund. You have Martin
>>Luther King
>> Day. You have Black History Month. You have Cesar Chavez
>>Day. You
>> Have Yom Hashoah You have Ma'uled Al-Nabi You have the
>>NAACP.
>> You have BET.
>> If we had WET (White Entertainment Television) ... We'd be
>>racists.
>> If we had a White Pride Day . You would call us racists.
>> If we had White History Month .. We'd be racists.
>> If we had any organization for only whites to "advance" OUR
>>lives,
>> We'd be racists.
>> We have a Hispanic Chamber of Commerce, a Black Chamber of
>> Commerce, and then we just have the plain Chamber of
>>Commerce.
>> Wonder who pays for that?
>> If we had a college fund that only gave white students
>>scholarships
>> . You know we'd be racists. There are over 60 openly
>>proclaimed
>> Black Colleges in the US , yet if there were "White
>>colleges" .
>> THAT would be a racist college.
>> In the Million Man March, you believed that you were
>>marching
>> For your race and rights.
>> If we marched for our race and rights, you would call us
>>racists.
>> You are proud to be black, brown, yellow and orange, and
>>you're
>> Not afraid to announce it. But when we announce our white
>>pride
>> You call us racists.
>> You rob us, car jack us, and shoot at us. But, when a white
>>police officer
>> Shoots a black gang member or beats up a black drug-dealer
>>running
>> From the law and posing a threat to society . You call him a racist.
>> I am proud. But, you call me a racist.
>> Why is it that only whites can be racists?

It's Here!!!

    Well, I FINALLY got my new game last night at midnight! That's right, the new Final Fantasy is mine! It was a fairly small affair here, as the gamestore is in a small, mostly rual area.

 

         There were about 12 to 15 people waiting for the game at the local game store. I must say it was fairly subdued. Since I didn't feel like driving 100 miles to the closest "large city", we went to a small town to get my copy.

 

        The game is all I expected it to be, believe me. It borders on "next generation" graphics on this gen machine! It looks incredible, almost like a cg movie(computer generated), while it is running! I am enjoying it completely. Well, gotta go and save a world or two, later, guys!!!

 

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"The World Waits"

   Last night I had the opportunity to watch a movie that I have been somewhat interested in for a while now. The name of said movie? "The Village".  Overall not too bad of a movie, but I am no critic, so I will leave the rating to them.

 

       In this movie, I heard what I think to be the stupidest thing I have ever heard before. One of the village "elders" was trying to explain why he had sent a blind girl out of the village for help. His excuse, she was in love! His line was this;"The world waits on love". "The world bows in awe before love."

 

         Excuse me? The world destroys love every chance it gets! The world has NEVER waited on love. The world has certainly NEVER bowed before love in awe! Ask Van Gogh, Romeo and Juliet, and many others. The world has NO TIME for such trivial shit as LOVE! The world stomps on love every chance it gets, and then laughs at it's demise. The world crushes love as surely as the sun rises every day!

 

         Don't believe in love, it will only lead to pain for you, and possibly others around you. "Love" is a myth, a unicorn looking to be found. It doesn't exist. It never has existed, and if it ever did, it was crushed long ago! "Love", what a stupid notion. You can never "love" someone, they will find a way to hurt you, or use that love against you to no good. "Love" is just evil with a different spelling. "Love", indeed!

 

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Another Point of View

   Ok, so someone wrote me back with another link that gives some more info on the subject of the attacks on 9-11-01. Please, look in the "comments" section of my last post, and follow the link there. I am nothing if not fair. I believe ALL SIDES should be heard on an issue.

 

         I must say that I found the link informative, if nothing else. I would like to know where P.M. magazine(popular mechanics for those who don't know), has been for all the other plane crashes in the world? To hear them tell it, they have solved the entire controversy. Oh well, to each his/her own.

 

           Look, I never said that what happened didn't happen. I tried(unsuccessfully, it seems), to show that our government was, at best, negligent, and at worst, downright wrong. I don't profess to have all the answers; hell, I don't know if I have ANY answers, only theories.

 

        I only offer my way of looking at things. No one said that way was right, just my way, that's all. But, please, go to the P.M. site...they have some good answers also. It never hurts to get as many sides to a story as there are. And there seem to be many sides to this story!

 

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Scenes Past

    So, there I was, just checking my mail, when I notice something from a friend of mine. It was a link; a link into another world. This bore further looking into, as one might say. I gladly clicked on the link, and was moderately surprised. I say "moderately" because the link contained some of my ideas.

 

         I will include the url that I was given at the end of this writing. It has to do with the attacks on 9-11-01. While the video in the link touched on some things that I already suspected, I would like to clear up a few things for some of you.

 

         Now, BEFORE 9-11-01, we can see trouble brewing. I think it was sometime in 2000(or maybe 1999), that a jet full of people plunged into the ocean, intact. The second pilot on this plane was Arab. This man was heard over the radio screaming to "Allah" about the people he was about to kill. This was reported by CNN news service the day after the plane went down.

 

         Oddly enough, this piece of news was swept under the rug, and hushed up. No more was ever told of this crash. I doubt if any attempt was made to find any of the wreckage. If there was an attempt, then there was no news footage of it ever shown. But, wait, it gets better.

 

      Soon after that crash, we have the attacks on New York, the pentagon, and the plane that crashed in a field in Pennsylvania. Just as America was to go to war against Afghanistan, and Iraq, the Americans quickly pull ALL of their bases out of Egypt. Hmmm, I think the problems can be found BEFORE 9-11-01! All of the signs were there. I would especially like to draw your attention to the downing of the jet liner. The one that was driven, willfully, into the ocean, by the Arab pilot.

 

       As I said before, CNN reported that the Arab pilot was screaming over the radio about the people he was about to kill. The reporters at CNN said that "sources" at the pentagon said that it appeared that the plane was deliberately flown into the ocean. And, again, as I said before, nothing more was told of this incident. Why? To keep the Saudis happy? The same people that George Bush's family does business with? BILLIONS of dollars worth of business with!

 

             But why the sudden pull-out of all our military bases in Egypt? That has never been explained to this day! What about the supposed "plane" that hit the Pentagon on 9-11-01? There has never been an explanation as to why there were no airplane parts visible after the crash. I have seen PLENTY of plane crashes on the news service, and the N.T.S.B. ALWAYS picks up the pieces of the planes that are left behind.

 

          Hell, even TWA flight 800, the one that exploded in mid-air, left LOTS of wreckage behind. Some was floating, and even more was recovered from the ocean floor. They even recovered one, or both, of the so called "black boxes". Very strange indeed!

 

           Here is another thought, and keep in mind that all of what I am saying is just that, my thoughts. What about the Anthrax attacks shortly after the attacks on 9-11-01? We were told that the virus was "Weapons Grade" repeatedly, but no one was ever charged with manufacturing it. Let's keep some things in perspective here. Not just anyone could make "weapons grade" viruses. They would need to know at least basic chemistry. Also, they would need a very large facility to make it as good as it was.

 

               I can't possibly cover everything that this administration has done, or covered up in it's time. At least, not here. Follow the url I will put here for you, it will help to answer some questions. But, ultimately, it only begs more questions.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U4WOXh8hbkI

 

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Not Another One...

  Have you heard the latest? It seems that "Congressman" Foley was ready today to name the clergyman that molested him 38 years ago. Please...that is a dead horse, let's just let it lie, okay?

 

          It seems that "remembered" molestations are the new fashion these days. Just stop, people. I don't even agree with organized religion, but even I don't believe half of the stories being told. And now, Mr. Foley wants to name some old man, probably dead now, for HIS indiscretions with under-age little boys.

 

           Sorry, Mr. Congressman, but as we say here, "That dog just won't hunt". This guy needs to get a handle on himself! The next thing you know, he will say he was shaken by a British Nanny when he was a baby! Get a clue, asshole, YOU are a pedophile!

 

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In Transition...

    I hate this time of year, the transition from Summer to Winter. You need a heater at night and an air conditioner by day. It's enough to make you crazy.

 

        Not much going on with me, or here at home. Things are still going along on a very bumpy road here. There are pot-holes the size of small homes in this road. Avoiding them is getting harder...

 

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Oxymorons---or just Morons?

    Let's be very clear here, first of all. "Oxymorons" are words that are put together to make a phrase where the words are completely opposite of one another. For instance, "Military Intelligence", or "Thundering Silence". Something like that.

 

          It seems that Diabetes is an oxymoron in and of itself! I hate sugar in anything, yet I constantly have high sugar levels in my blood. If something happens, and I were to go down, I am supposed to put candy in my mouth...the one thing I have to avoid, and it is supposed to save me?

 

           Here is another one. On the box of needles that I have to use, it clearly says, and I quote, "A more comfortable needle". Now, if ever there were an oxymoron just waiting to be found....well, you know the rest. "A more comfortable needle'. It still sticks me, and I still feel it. And, take my word for it, I wouldn't exactly call it comfortable.

 

          I see it this way; if I can't laugh at my problems, someone else will. Besides, it never helps to sit around and whine about it.

 

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Lying...Or Being a Stand-Up Guy

      Lying...some people are good at it, some aren't, but damn near everyone does it. Why? I can't lie too good. I have such a poor memory that I could be lying and not even trying to do it.

 

         Now, take my brother. That sob can lie like there is no tomorrow. I mean that kid could sell ice water to an Eskimo! The boy doesn't have one single bone of truth in his body. I have had him lie to my face, and I KNEW he was lying! Hell, HE even knew he was lying, but that didn't seem to stop him from doing it.

 

        Enter my wife, and her pitiful little lies...folks, as lying goes, she sucks at it. Always getting caught in her shallow lies...some of her lies are so transparent that they might as well be glass. But, still she persists. I have no idea why.

 

         Do politicians lie to us? Let me see, what are the words I am looking for...HELL YES!!!! Take the shit that is going on right now with the Republican Senator, whatever his name is. Making sexual comments to his pages on the internet!! So, what does he do? Run to an alcohol re-hab place, and through his lawyer tell everyone that he has a drinking problem! Sorry, fella, but YOU have a pedophile problem!!

 

          Doesn't our government, in some cases, seem just like the Roman Senate over 2,000 years ago? Senators with outrageous behavior, and people just look the other way? Well, not here, folks. I see through the lies, and I expose them! Damn near everyone of our Senators and Represenatives have charges pending against them. This is a matter of public record, go look it up!

 

            I say we fire the lot of them, and start over. If you make more than, say, $50,000 a year, you cannot run for political office in this country. Let's stop sending these rich assholes to Congress to play "slap-and-tickle" with the underage pages! And I think we already know that I wouldn't vote for Mr. Bush for the local dog-catcher, let alone President of these United States! Put the "everyday guy" in office. Someone who knows just what struggling means!!!

 

          Now, what was I talking about? Oh, yeah, liars. Can't stand them, don't like them, no sir, not at all. If you lie to me, you are just so much dirt on my floor. That's what dirt does, you know, lies...........

 

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It's the Little Things---

      I have come to a conclusion lately, and I believe it to be a truth; it isn't the "big" things that drive us screaming into the night mad. It is the "little" things, the shoelace that breaks at the wrong time, the button that comes off just before a meeting, when there is no time to replace it. The kids constantly bickering, adults constantly bickering. Peole that lie to you for no good purpose. All of these so called "little things" seem to get stuck in our brains and they add up.

 

         And they add up, and up, and up! Big things(like your car engine blowing up) seem to bring with them what I call "instant meltdowns". You know what I am talking about, that sudden feeling of dread, and the downright "sinking" feeling in the pit of your stomach. This seems to hit almost instantly, and after awhile clears itself so we can work on the problem at hand.

 

          But the little things, they just seem to eat away at you untill nothing is left except an explosion of emotions. Maybe it is because the little things just don't seem to have a solution all the time. Maybe we just hold too many of them close to us. Sort of like a pressure-cooker getting too hot. We keep adding things to it(flame), untill, suddenly, BOOM!!!

 

         So, what is the lesson today, my "minions"?(Fuck, I love that word!) Try to throw away the small shit...let that stuff go, man. The big stuff seems to handle itself, one way or another. I doubt that someone like "Dr. Phil" would agree with my advice, but I don't give a shit....that's just one of those "little things". C'ya!

 

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Never say "I'm Sorry"

        One of my dear friends wrote to me on private Email Friday. They said that if I had not gone up against the "Men in Black Suits" at Smoke Away, that I would still be there. This person also stated that they felt guilty as hell. I truly feel for this person.

 

             Why? Because as long as they feel guilty(for no reason) , those very same "Men in Black Suits" have control over that friend. Friend, you did nothing wrong. If given the choice now, I would STILL stand up for you, or anyone else for that matter. I was right; "they" were wrong.

 

            My friend, you know me. You know there could not be any other way, no other outcome. I never back down, never give up on a good fight. It had to play out the way that it did. But, please, don't give them the control that your guilt gives them. Shrug that shit off, brother, and live free from their control. I did, and it is great!

 

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Ahhh, Homecoming Week

      Well, well, well. Today is the end of "Homecoming Week" in my little wide spot in the road! The kids all get out of school at 2:00 pm today, and there is a parade at 3:00 pm! I always tape the parade, and I am constantly amazed at just how many people are actually in it! For a town of no more than 400 or 500 people, we always have a big turn out.

 

            Of course, in a town this small, everything stops for the hour or so it takes the parade to go around town. Let's just say that it is more fun than the "snail races", but doesn't last quite as long. So, I guess I will stand at the end of my driveway today, and video-tape the procession as it moves slowly by. One of my old wrestling buddies told me he was putting his horses in the parade, so I will HAVE to film it this year. Have a good day, folks!

 

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DON'T BE COY WITH ME....

      Ok, why did I post that yesterday? Well, I said something to one of the members about the people on that web site acting like a bunch of babies. Since I sent those words in an Email to that member(I will not print their name, they have no control over what I do), I figured, sooner or later, the remarks would somehow find their way to being printed on the site. So, before that happened, I gave one of the mods there a heads up kind of warning. At the time, I thought it was the right thing to do.

 

     .........And, in a weird sort of way, it was the right thing to do.But(here it comes), my moderator friend overlooked one small detail. When one deals with me their is always the chance that one can end up with their feelings hurt. Sometimes, this is completely by accident. It is hard to make your feelings known just by typed words. At other times, if you get your feelings hurt, it was MEANT to happen...and yes, it is personal.

 

        My mod friend wrote back to me, but this person tried to be covertly facetious. Awww, is that a tough word for you? Get a dictionary and look it up. One must ALWAYS remember to not try to be coy with me, or "hide" little messages in their correspondence with me. These things WILL be seen through, and WILL be dealt with swiftly. I CHOOSE NOT to do anything about this little "slip" simply because this person still likes to call themself  my friend, and I count them as such.

 

           I also feel that this person has their hands full just running around slapping the wrists of those cry-babies on the old site. I say "old" because I rarely go there anymore...it has fallen from grace, as I see it. It is no longer what some of us tried to make it....a place for support, and for truth. No, it is now just a place for someone to "hold your hand" and to lie to you. Whatever, spilled milk, and all that jazz.

 

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It finally got to Me

   Now, as most of you know, I quit smoking nearly three years ago. I belonged to a group of people on a web site for that company that made the anti-smoking method that I used. I have never used the name of that company here, but I will now. The name of the company is Smoke Away. If you never believe anything that I say, believe this.....Smoke Away worked for me, period.

 

          Having said that, (you knew there was bound to be more), I would like to say that the people who run the web site(support for non-smokers, and quitting smokers), for the company are complete asses! I was a moderator for the site for just about 11 months before I was dumped on my ass. All of that doesn't really matter, though. No, not any of it. I can burn my bridges and not need to cross them later on. But...

 

          A couple of months ago I went back to the site to contribute a little game for people to play, you know, just to kill some time, maybe help stop someone from lighting up. Other people on the site contribute things like recipes, games, riddles, poems, whatever. The thing I am trying to stress is that everyone is encouraged to contribute. Well, I got jumped on pretty hard by some of the "adults" at this site. Here is why.

 

         Here is a link to the game...http://www.ugoplayer.com//games/kittencannon.html

        Go there now, I will wait for you to go...go on, I'm waiting! Good. Did you play the game?I know some of you sick bastards are STILL playing it! Ok, here is the deal; I like sick shit like that IF NO ONE IS ACTUALLY GETTING HURT! Are we clear on that? I own cats here at home, or they own me, depends on whom you ask. This is ONLY a cartoon! There aren't even real animals in it!!!

 

            Believe it or not, this got me damn near beaten and flogged in public! Answer me this, if you didn't like the game, didn't you just simply click it off? It was just that simple, CLICK IT OFF!!!!!!! Jesus Harold Fuckin' Christ on a cracker! If you don't like it, turn it off. There were actually people, "grown people", who were calling for my scalp! One "Christian Lady" (her words, certainly not mine), actually sent me evil Emails! I was a "heathen" of the worst kind.

 

            And to make matters worse, one of the mods got onto this runaway train wreck to bash me some, too. I guess it had to look good in the forums. Now, included with the link to the game, was a warning...."this is a really sick game" I think was my warning to the people. What more could you want?

 

         I think it is just too bad that an entire web site can be damaged by a few little cry-baby bitches like that. But, it happens, that is exactly why I am no longer there. Oh, and as for "friends".....don't count on it, baby! I have said many times that "friends" are the first to screw you....and you can count on that!

 

            So? So, go play the game. It is only a cartoon, so no one actually gets hurt. But, please, be an adult about the whole damn thing. If you like it,(and you sick bastards know who you are), good for you. You have managed to make it to adulthood WITHOUT being a crybaby pussy! If you don't like it, and manage to actually turn it off without screaming into the night for my quick and violent death at the hands of some self-proclaimed "christian" person, Then good for you, too. You have managed to become a good adult with a bit of a conscious!

 

           If, however, you hate the game, and now hate me, then, please, replace the kitten in the game with yourself. Oh, and by the way, fuck off!!! I need you about like I need a hole in my head! Have a nice day!

 

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Why Can't Women Give a Straight Answer?

 Ok, it's time to piss off all the women, again! My wife had some tests ran at the hospital this morning(everything turned out fine). When she was finished, it was nearly time for lunch, so I asked where she would like to eat. I knew better than to ask, but I guess I am just a glutton for punishment. I got the standard "I don't care" answer.

 

             Any man that has even known a woman, let alone been married to one for any length of time, knows that is a loaded answer! "I don't care" means this; You better know ALL my favorite places, you better know what I like and when I like it, AND, you better take into consideration what I am wearing, and my mood at this time! That is a lot of shit to remember, girls. No wonder we(men) screw up so much!

 

          Ask a man where he wants to eat, and he will say, "I don't care". And he MEANS JUST THAT! He really doesn't care. He is hungry, and all he knows is that SOMETHING will have to die to give him the meat that he wants! We are just that simple, ladies! We say what we mean, and you need no imagination to figure us out. Now, why can't women be the same way?

 

            If you want a big ol' chunk of steak, then just say so! If sushi is on your mind, then tell us! And if you only want a salad to pick at as we men devour some part of a poor, dead animal, then just say so! Men, try to get your head around this concept; a woman will very rarely give you a straight answer. I guess that is why we like them so much? Who knows!

 

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Update On Me

  Well, my little 'minions', this diabetes thing just keeps on rolling along. I have been taking insulin shots for about three weeks now. At the hospital, I recieved them three (3) times daily. At home, I take a couple of pills in the morning, and one shot at night. The shot is supposed to last for 24 hours. I really hate sticking a needle in my own arm...but, I guess it has to be done.

 

           Another thing I would like to touch upon is the death of the "crocodile hunter", otherwise known as Steve Irwin. My family and I really liked that guy. The dude must have had stones the size of grapefruits! Some of the things I have seen him pick up were just amazing! Dude, you will be sorely missed in this household, believe me.

 

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More Delays

    Ok, so I found out today that the game I was waiting on will have to wait untill October 31st, and NOT October 3rd. Why? Who knows, the game companies do this all of the time. They set a release-date, then come up with several other release-dates before the game finally comes out! A disappointment, to be sure, but one to be expected.

 

             I guess I can just twiddle my thumbs untill then. Or, I could just play some of my old games. Or, I could be here, bugging my "minions". I think I shall split my time between both.

 

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Times Up!

Let me make a prediction, scratch that, an "observation". I think it will not be too long before Mr. Hugo Chavez(the president of Venezuela) will meet with an "unfortunate end". Or, his country will suddenly develop "weapons of mass destruction". Or, he will be 'implicated' in a plot to kill president Bush! Yes, as much as I kind of like the guy, I think that at this time he is in great danger.

 

           Here is an open invitation to Mr. Chavez; come stay with me! Hell, Mr. Bush doesn't even know that Mississippi exists! He would never find you here! Shit, we could go fishin' together while you hide out from Mr. Bush and his "Cowboy Cabinet"! Winter is coming, hell, we could go deer hunting if you like.

 

        As most of you already know, our government has a way of making people "disappear" when they need to. Oh, come on, you KNOW it's true! What about the plot to kill Fidel Castro that was uncovered back in 1989? There were more than 80 U.S. gov't led operations over the years to kill Castro!  More than 80 attempts on Castro's life! The man must have outstanding security forces! I think Mr. Chavez needs to get with Mr. Castro, and hire some of his people.....quickly!

 

         I applaud Mr. Chavez for the fact that he recognizes that the American people(the smart ones, anyway), want nothing to do with Mr. Bush's policies whatsoever! The ONLY friends Bush has in the U.S. are the rich, and the oil people. Mr. Bush has done NOTHING for the "common man".(read as "poor"). Mr. Bush and his cronies have led America down a path that will take years to recover from.

 

           The United States is now seen as the "world bully". We will come and knock down your door for just thinking bad things. Mr. Bush says he wants the people responsible for 9/11. Well, gee, Mr. Bush, the people that were "responsible" died on those airliners the very same day as all of those innocent Americans that you pretend to be concerned about. Are you that fucking blind?

 

            Watch Mr. Bush at the podium when he is speaking. He is quick to anger, and even quicker to act stupid. I have never seen another American president act the way he does when he is in front of a bunch of cameras. The man is insane, and a danger to MY beloved homeland. This man does NOT belong in office! Am I the only person to notice that the problem with the voting back in 2000 came from Florida? The state where Mr. Bush's BROTHER just happens to be the governor of? Please.

 

          I will let Mr. Bush rest for now. At least I don't have to make up things about him, he does a fine job of acting like a fool for all to see. I don't think I could have ever come up with some of the shit that he has done! You can bet on one thing....9/11 was NOT an anomally, they KNEW it was going to happen. And now, if I come up missing, we will know why, and, more importantly, who.

 

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Yes, I am a Fanboy!

........And on a lighter note, October third is just around the corner. I hear ya' in the back there saying ,"so what". Well, it just so happens that my favorite video game of all time is coming out with the TWELFTH edition of it's wildly popular time-killer. It is......Final Fantasy XII! I have waited for the last two years for this game to arrive, and it is here! My local game store is having a midnight opening for the debut of the game, and yes, I will be there!

 

        I started playing video games about 15 years ago. It was my oldest daughter who got me started on them. We(Santa) had gotten her one of the new Nintendo consoles for Christmas. Sometimes she would get stuck at a certain point, and ask for my help. I did the best I could, but I always explained to her that I grew up with pinball, and I was no good at these kinds of things. I got better. Quickly.

 

       One day, my wife got me something called Final Fantasy. This was what was known as an RPG. Rocket Propelled Grenade? No, Role Playing Game. I had never heard of such a thing, except for the old "Dungeons and Dragons". I quickly learned just where my niche in the video gaming world was!  This was right up my alley. A game where all you had to do was just "explore" the game world. I fell in love instantly. I wasn't any good at the other games...I called them "jerk and twitch" games, 'cause that's basically all that you did.

 

        Now, I know just what you are thinking, "that old cur was just lazy, that's all". Not quite, children, not quite. You see, I became quite proficient at those other games. So much so that "Official Playstation Magazine" bestowed upon me "Expert Gamer Status"....and the plaque to prove it hangs proudly in my living room! I am now the best in my area at racing video games. There are very few people in my town that can beat me at racing. And believe me, there are more than a few that have tried!

 

        I have made a name for myself in our little gaming community as the person to go to for cheat codes to most games. If I don't have it, I can most likely find it. I see October third as the culmination of fifteen years of learning about video games, and I am looking forward to "Opening Night". Oh, in case you didn't catch it, 'Midnight Opening' for game number 12, get it now?

 

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In case you just didn't get enough yesterday, here is a little more "Bush Bashing" by Mr. Hugo Chavez; 

A day after he called Bush "the devil" in a speech to the U.N. General Assembly, Chavez said of the president: "He's an alcoholic and a sick man."

Bush has acknowledged that he had a drinking problem when he was young but gave up alcohol 20 years ago.

Chavez received a round of applause from the crowd at Mount Olivet Baptist Church, which included activists and other supporters as well as actor Danny Glover.

He called Bush's policies in Iraq criminal, adding he hopes Americans will before long "awaken" and elect a better president. While he opposes Bush, Chavez said the American people "are our friends."

Some in the church laughed and applauded when Chavez compared Bush to cowboy movie icon John Wayne.

Chavez also announced that Citgo, the U.S.-based refining arm of Venezuela's state-run oil company, plans to more than double the amount of heating oil it is making available under the program to 100 million gallons this winter, up from 40 million gallons.

He said the oil will reach people in 17 states, including Indians in Alaska, some of whom were flown to New York for the ceremony and attended in traditional dress. They performed a traditional dance for Chavez and offered him a walrus figurine carved out of whale bone as a gift.

"This will go a long way for a lot of families," said Ian Erlich, a leader of the Alaska Intertribal Council who said many people struggle to afford heating oil where he lives in Kotzebue, Alaska, north of the Artic Circle.

Chavez started the heating oil program last winter, accusing Bush of neglecting the poor. Citgo says up to 1.2 million people will benefit this winter.

While the program started mainly in the Northeast, this winter it is to expand to Alaska, Minnesota, Wisconsin, Michigan, Indiana, Virginia, Maryland, and the cities of Washington, D.C., and Pittsburgh, Pa.

The United States continues to be the top buyer of Venezuelan oil, bringing the South American country billions of dollars in earnings that help fund Chavez's popular social programs.

 

        Now, say what you will, but I don't see Mr. Bush offering heating oil at reduced prices. Oh, wait, Mr. Bush has seen fit to more than DOUBLE the price we pay for oil since he has been in office! Surely that has NOTHING to do with Mr. Bush's ties to the Saudis, right?

 

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PS....this news was taken from the headlines at AOL.com. I did not write any of it, so, give credit where credit is due.

El Diablo?

Hey, how about that Venezeaulan President, Hugo Chavez? He actually said that president Bush was "El Diablo", the devil! he even stated that the podium where Mr. Bush stood the day before still smelled like sulfur! Too damn funny, kids, too damn funny!

 

           And the reporters on CNN just about killed me. They were actually stunned that someone would talk bad about Bush! Those assholes need to get out more often. Shit, let them come here to read what I say....they would really die then! If that isn't proof that the news media is controlled by the governmant, then I just don't know what is, folks! C N N....the "Congressional News Network".

 

           Now then, later today, the headlines on AOL media were "As gas prices go down, his popularity goes up". This was beside a small picture of Bush putting gas in a vehicle. First, and foremost, Bush would not get his hands dirty, and secondly, this was nothing more than a staged "photo-op". Am I the only one who sees through this obviously shallow attempt at gaining a few points in the polls?

 

        What exactly is the point of that? This asshole is out in a couple of years anyway...he cannot be elected for a third term, thankfully. And any of you stupid enough to vote for this asshole either time should simply get a rope and hang yourself! You not only threw away your vote, you also helped kill any and all of our service personnell over-seas!

 

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It Finally Happened---

         Well, the other shoe finally fell the other day. I am talking about my house insurance, of course. What a lot of people don't know is that insurance companies have been dropping people in my area like flies since Hurricane Katrina last year.

 

              If you are "lucky" enough to not lose your insurance, then the company will invariably cut your coverage, and expect you to still pay full price. Now, I don't know about you folks, but usually, when I get screwed like that, there is at least dinner and a movie involved! Maybe even some foreplay. Not with these guys.....sheesh!

 

               I think it is time for someone to step up and say, "no more". we pay a LOT of money for insurance, and then they come along and cut the coverage in HALF??? Something isn't right about that. Even my car insurance took a hit. That went up by 25%!! I live at least six hours from the coast, but I, and others like me are feeling the effects from one hurricane! So many cars were lost that ALL the major insurance companies upped their rates here!

 

            Now, I thought insurance was a gamble----I'm betting that sometime I might have to use it, and the company is betting that I won't. Why in the fuck is it that I lose either way? The House(ins. company), takes all ties? It sucks, it really does.

 

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The Crossroads

 It is often said that one can tell the difference between pure bullshit, and a fairy tale quite easily. A fairy tale begins with "once upon a time", and pure bullshit begins with "You ain't gonna believe this shit, but".....

 

          Well, you ain't gonna believe this shit, but....I went to my Uncle once with a problem. It wasn't anything that threatened the stability of the world, but it was important to me. I can't even remember what it was now, but I remember the lesson my Uncle taught me. This one was actually easy to learn, and didn't involve any pain(for once!).

 

       As I recall, I needed to make a decision about something, but I was putting it off because I was too afraid, or just too lazy to make the decision. Here begins the "lesson", as taught to me by my Uncle.

 

             He taught me the lesson by telling me a story about an old biker, and he was headed toward a crossroads in his life. This was another way of saying that he had a major problem to be dealt with. Well, the old biker(all of my Uncle's stories were about "old bikers", deal with it...I did.) found that the way to the crossroads was long, winding, and fraught with pitfalls and dangers. Before he made it there, he sat down on the side of the road. "Fuck it", he said, "this is too much trouble".  "Maybe I just won't go to the crossroads, maybe I will just stop here, and go back the way I came".

 

           "You can't do that" a voice said to him. The old biker looked around, and out of the swirling dust on the road there appeared a tall, thin man. Nice suit, long fingernails, and smoking a cigarette. "No, no, that just won't do. You can't go back now that you are here!"   "Just who the fuck are you, dude", the old biker growled. "Well, let's just say that I help folks like you when they are in a bind. There is, of course, a small fee that must be paid for my assistance".

 

          The old biker explained the nature of his dilemma, and that he wanted no more of trying to get to the crossroads(the problem), as it was just too much trouble. Well, the tall, dark stranger gave this a bit of thought, and told the old biker that for the small fee, he would make the crossroads(the problem) go away. The biker agreed. The man changed into what looked like a Demon from Hell. The biker was astonished! "You're a demon", he cried. "No, my friend, not a demon, but THE DEMON! Satan himself, at your service"!

 

          The biker found out two things in very short order; His problem was taken care of, and he had just paid the "small fee"....it was his soul. At that instant, the biker, and Satan simply disappeared into thin air, never to be seen again. The biker, that is. I have heard that Ol' Satan still travels that road, looking for people in trouble.

 

       My Uncle was fairly beaming after telling me that story. I was confused. "What the fuck does that have to do with ME" I said. "I have no idea, I just like telling that story!"  But, strangely enough, there WAS a message there. I think the message was that you, and only you, can solve your problems. If you wait for someone else to do it for you, it can have tragic results. Putting off something major is just as bad, and can have the same results.

 

           The other thing I gleaned from that story is that I needed to quit going to my Uncle for advice!! For fuck's sake, he didn't really know anymore than I did!

 

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Simple Math

   Yeah, yeah, I know, I am full of shit today! It just happens to be one of my "good" days. I'm up, and not down. Now, for a simple math lesson for all of you. Some will get it, some won't. If you are among the latter group, work on it. Consider it a gift from me to you.....you'll see.

 

            We are taught at the earliest level that one plus one equals two(1+1=2). Sometimes, this CAN be true. But, sometimes it is wrong. I say that one plus one equals one(1+1=1). How can that be? Take two(2) pieces of string, hold them apart. At this point, you have two(2) pieces of string, right? Now, lay both pieces of string in one palm. Place your other palm over the one containing the string, and rub back and forth a few times.

 

         Now look at the string...it should look like ONE PIECE of string. Two(2) pieces intertwined to make ONE. The same as two(2) lives joined together to make one(1). Or, as in my case, my life was joined with another, and we made four(4)! Both of us, and two beautiful children! So, in my case, one plus one equals four(1+1=4)!!!!

 

            And who said that math was boring? Work on this equation as much as you like, you have my permission! (not that you need it!)

 

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Press One for English...

  "Press one for English" the automated voice on the telephone tells me. Why? I live in America, the language IS ENGLISH! If you don't speak English, LEARN! And what is up with the tele-marketers who call you and have such a heavy accent(usually Indian), that you can't understand a single word they say!? Couple that with their ability to speak about 1,000 words a minute, and you can have some fun!

 

          What has happened to our country? I'll tell you what happened..."Affirmative Action". That's right. Certain people of color couldn't get jobs because of a lack of talent or skills. So, what did America do? We lowered our standards. But, only for those people of color. During the latter days of the '70's, you were perfect for a job if you were a Black Woman. This was deemed to be the most discriminated against minority in the U.S.

 

            Oh shut up! You know I'm telling the truth! It is a matter of public record! So, America lowered it's standards! Never mind if the person applying for the job couldn't do the job, they GOT THE JOB if they were a "minority". That's just stupid! I was never hired because of 'affirmative action'. Even though I grew up right beside those 'minorities'. I was turned down as much as they were! I had the same education(or lack thereof), as those 'minorities'. I lived in the SAME PLACES as the 'minorities'. Was I treated specially? Fuck no! If anything I was looked down upon even WORSE than the 'minorities' because I was "white".

 

          I am Irish and Indian...American Indian. The FIRST PEOPLE to be here, not those "other Indians"! I am NOT WHITE. I am only HALF white. this was made painfully clear by the children that I attended school with when I was very young. "Half-Breed" was a favorite word at school. Since I was viewed as part red and part white, "Pinkboy" was another favorite. Is it any wonder that I grew up fighting all the time at school? Minorities, indeed!

 

            No one EVER lowered the standards at ANY JOB I was lucky enough to get! "press One" my ass! Learn to speak english, motherfuckers! I don't speak Cherokee!!! In this world, I HAD to speak English, or go hungry!

 

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Misplaced Emotions

  This past Saturday, I touched on the subject of hate. As most of you know, I hated my mother for a long time. Most of it was because of some of the things she did to her kids. She knew full well just how I felt about her. But before her end came, she taught me a lesson I have not forgotten.

 

          Before she left this shitty little rock that we call Earth, my mother taught me something about hate, and just how it can be misplaced. She told me, "I know you hate me, but stop and think for a moment...if not for that hate, you would never have lasted as long as you did!".  My mother wasn't the "huggy, feely," kind of person. Her idea of "love" was not having to hit you for the whole day.

 

           Now, I could look at that two ways. One, I grew up hard, and unable to love. Two, I could have laid around and cried about it. Well, choice number two just didn't fit for me. I knew at a young age that bikers do not like little "cry-babies"......not at all. "So your mom didn't love you, wah, wah, wah, shut the fuck up and go on!" Nice guys, huh. Yes, they were nice guys. They weren't a bunch of baby sitters; you either got along, or you got left behind.

 

          My mom was right; I did hate her for a long time. But I did thank her for the gravel in my craw, and the grit in my blood. I made it to here, and with some luck, I just might make it a little longer on this shitty little rock!

 

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Losing Gracefully...or not

       With my latest stay in the "nut ward", I met a woman of the same years as myself. I can't repeat her name here, because of the policies of the hospital,(policies that I agree with). This lady lost her son of 25 years just 15 months ago to a drunk driver. She was probably one of the saddest people I have ever met.

 

             This lady is carrying so much hatred for the person that killed her son that it is eating a huge hole right through her. I really felt badly for her. I explained that my mother was murdered just two years ago, and her killer got away with it. The person who killed her son is still free, also.

 

            I know about hate. I know just what it can do to you, and just how it can drain the life from you. Yes, I am very intimate with that emotion. Unfortunately for her, that lady is becoming far too familiar with it. The saddest thing in all of this? I tried to tell her what she was doing to herself, but she refused to listen. I guess you have a credibility issue when you are a "client" yourself. But I have been down that road. It twists, turns, and even doubles back on itself. It is a road to nowhere, and I have been there.

 

          I hope that lady sorts out her life, I really do.  I would really hate to experience losing a child. I guess that is every parents fear at some point. I feel for her, I really do.

 

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I'm Back---Again

Well, here we are. I have just spent the last week in the hospital again. I swear, the more I fight to NOT be like my poor mother was, it seems the closer I come to being just that! There is maybe about half of my brain I could do without. The "screwey" half, that is.

 

            I watched my mother get worse and worse before she died. The final year for her was pure hell. I could tell she was far worse than I had ever seen her. The pure fact that she was insane was the single factor that contributed most in her death. I firmly believe that, and nothing can ever change that. I felt more pity than hatred for her. Hate is easy....pity for one such as her is hard for me. I have no idea why.

 

          As I struggle with that part of my brain that wants so badly to see me dead, I wonder WHEN, and HOW it will happen? I know it will, I just don't know when and where. If I knew those two pieces of information, maybe I could stop it. As it stands now, it must happen. I don't look forward to that time....I know it will be messy. I hope the time never comes, I certainly do my best to fight against it!

 

            Everything else is ok, I guess. I just have to fight against half of myself all the time. The conflict that rages within my mind is nothing short of a small war. I hope to someday win the war, but I am also realistic. People like me rarely live to be very old. It's just a fact of life(and Death).

 

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"Let's Talk About Sex, Baby"....

     How much sex is too much? Is there any such thing? My wife thinks so. I say I want sex at least three to four times a week....she says "No". Now, I am a fairly healthy 46 year old male, and all of you know of my background. I don't think these are unreasonable "goals" to be met by one's wife.

 

           However, "one's wife" thinks once a month is suffcient for sex at this age! Once a month? I think even Moses did better than that!  "One's wife" swears that she isn't giving it up somewhere else(yank-yank), if that is true, then there must be something wrong with her! Do all women do this? Will she keep me busy when she finally hits Menopause? Could it get any worse?

 

           I know that being married can be tough, but to go through life with the blue-ball syndrome is just crazy! I must also say here that I am not the type of person to force her to do anything. Once she says no, or just goes to sleep, then it is pretty much over for me. I am also not the kind of person to beg, either. I will try to "romance" her, but it seldom works.

 

          It's not like she comes home and starts cleaning the house, either. I do all of that stuff, and see to it that she has hot meals waiting for her. All she does here at home is wash the clothes....I am forbidden from ever touching a washing machine again.  Some green shirts came out orange once, so I have to leave the washing to her.

 

        Ladies? Comments, questions, harsh remarks? Let's hear them. Oh, she is only a couple of years younger than myself.

 

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