The Old vs. the New

 I am as ancient as the mountains, as old as the seas. Do not count me "old" as in human years, for I am much more than that. I am a kindred soul, and have been on Earth for many lifetimes. I am the Dragon Master, and I see everything. I believe nothing that I am told, and only half of what I see. My many years have taught me those lessons, and many more.

 

           Most of you think that I am a mere mortal...and you would be mostly right. If I am cut, I bleed, the same as you. If I am hurt in my heart, I  feel pain as you do. If times are hard, I suffer as anyone else would. But, I am wise far beyond my human years, and many refuse to accept that fact. But fear not, I do not think less of them.

 

               Witness this; when younger men need help with a problem, to whom do they come? Why, me, of course! Wisdom doesn't always come with age...sometimes it takes a bit of research, and just a little luck. You know, being in the right place at the right time to learn a lesson that you can share later. And, sometimes, you are just born lucky enough to know many things!

 

               Someone once said that I was born 500 years too late...I disagree, I was born at the right time. It just so happens that the "right time" was MANY TIMES in the past! Maybe I will be here in the future? We will just have to wait and see, won't we???

 

                            Holla' If You Hear Me!!!

Do We Need a Subject?

  Geez! Two poems in a row! Sorry to bore you to tears, but my muse is still gone. She has become a "flighty" little thing lately. I am just about tired of fooling around with her. She is only giving me headaches anyway! "Union wages", my ass! Let her be gone for good!

 

         I spent this weekend with my wife. My youngest girl wanted to go to her girlfriend's house for the weekend, so we were alone! I won't even mention what happened on our couch during this time....you can probably guess. And, no, my wife DOES NOT play chess!

 

          Please, don't forget WHY you have today off work(if you do), This is Memorial Day. This "holiday" is to honor our fallen soldiers, and those still living. It matters not if they were in a war or not, at least to me. Every one of them is important to us. Stop thinking that America is just a country trying to force it's will on other nations...we are not that! We are a people that believe in PERSONAL FREEDOM. And we don't just TALK a good game, we go out and make it happen!

 

            Oh, for all of you liberal pussies out there...shut the fuck up! Our men and women in the services KNOW they have a dangerous job, they DO NOT need some of you assholes running your mouths back home for them. You only have protests so people will notice YOU. We know who you are, and we do not like you. You want to do something for the war effort? Pick up a gun and shoot a terrorist! Untill you take an ACTIVE INTEREST in American policy...shut the fuck up!!! And remember, those service people are STILL fighting for YOUR RIGHT to protest, and to speak out against the American Government. Why don't you try THANKING THEM FOR THAT??????

 

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It Ain't Pretty---But It Works

 Ok, I have been working on this for about a year now. It's not so much a poem, as it is a sort of prayer. I think. Maybe. Hell, I don't know, really. It is sort of like a beat up old Chevy truck, it ain't pretty, but it gets the job done...for me, at least. I hope you enjoy it. It truly was a "labor of Love".

 

 

                         "The Rock-n-Rollers Prayer"

Dear Jimmy, why couldn't you put the drugs away?

Never again will we ever hear your sweet guitar play.

Ronnie, you said that you were a free bird,

But you left suddenly, without another word!

 

Janis, so young, beautiful and fresh,

The world wasn't ready for your death.

There are so many others for whom the wind has spoken,

They have all gone too soon, and left our hearts broken!

 

My God, Jimmy, you and the others could have stayed,

It's been too long since we have heard you play!

We loved them, one and all,

And in our hearts, they still walk tall.

 

All of the lost, their voices larger than this world,

Into the Universe they were suddenly hurled!

We've lost so many that it's hard to tell,

Is it the end of Heaven, or the start of Hell?

 

I hope one day to hear them all again,

But for now, I walk among mortal men.

 

 

Well, there it is, for better or worse. I  kind of like it, but to me it isn't finished...it may never be.

 

Holla' If You Hear Me!!!

Come, Oh Death

                      Come, Death

 

Come, Death, and take me from here,

I am tired of waiting year after year!

Come, Death, and take me away,

I can't stand it here another day!

 

Come, Death, and set me free,

Come, Death, and find me!

Come, Death, relieve me of this shame,

That a woman has put upon my name!

 

Come, Death, I wait for thee,

Come, Death, and get me!

Come, Death, into my house,

I will go meekly, like a mouse!

 

Come, Death, and kill me quick,

I don't think I can take any more of this shit!

Come, Death, murder me today,

Come, and take me away!

 

 

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The Dragon's Habit

  My, my, my. One of my readers, this person is certainly no minion, has leveled the charge that I sometimes write "in a drunken stupor" here. Nothing could be farther from the truth, dear reader!

 

           While it is common knowledge that this old Dragon loves his mead,(beer, ale, grog,  whatever), I simply will never come here in a drunken stupor. I have some ethics, and those ethics warrant that I am NOT in drink when I write here!

 

           Sometimes I tackle some heavy issues. I would never purport to leave you with my drunken opinion on any of these matters. So, as this old Dragon DOES love his drink, he does not write under it's influence! And, as far as I can see, I will never write under the influence of my drink. I drink for pure sport...I write from the heart! Matters of the heart are never looked upon as mere sport by me. So, please forgive the one reader that accuses me of writing while under my drink...this person does not know me intimately, so how could they guess that I actually have any ethics?

 

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I Never Thought I would see It

Well, Friday, May 19th, I watched my granddaughter "graduate" from Kindergarten. I never thought I would see such a thing! I have seen my two daughters pull off the same trick, but as I watched my oldest girl do it nearly 20 years ago, I wasn't thinking about sitting there seeing one of my grandchildren do the same thing. Awesome, if I must use such a word!

 

              The entire little "show" was just unbelieveable. Like I stated before, I have seen it twice before. This time, it was marred by some of the parents constantly "shushing" some of the kids. You know, that annoying "shhhhh" sound that some of them make constantly. I actually told a lady in front of me to "shut the fuck up!". Damn, that shit is irritating! You are dealing with a bunch of five year old children, they are going to talk! The damn "Shhhhhhing" made more noise than the kids!

 

            Some people just deserve to have the shit smacked out of them. There should be no explanation of "why", they should know that they are simply too stupid to understand "why"! I have made a new word for these people..."fidiots". It is simply short for "Fucking Idiots".

 

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What Have We Here?

....And what is a man unto a woman? Mere sport? A small animal for her to trample under foot at her leisure? Aye, 'tis so, in many lands. Women merely play with men for sport. A woman may give up that holiest of places, but only with the intent of controlling that man! Woe is the fool that falls for this oldest of tricks! For women are many, but the fools are far more!!

 

           Women may be the mother of all children, but they are surely the death of all grown men!

 

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He's Back Again

  Well, alligators have killed three people in Florida so far, and one HUGE, eleven foot long record gator has been caught as of yesterday. But what do I see in the headlines today? Pat Robertson, again! This time, God has "spoken" to him! What a load of bullshit! Please, put away your burning torches and pitchforks, lay down your silver crosses, and let me explain.

 

            In the Bible that Mr. Robertson no doubt reads from time to time, it plainly says "that no man may look upon the face of God, nor can any man withstand the sound of His voice". Supposedly, if you hear His voice, you go mad and die, or some shit. Well, Mr. Robertson seems to be doing quite well! At this point, I would normally rip into his stupid ass, but I think I will defer today.  It would seem that senility is doing far worse things to him than I ever could.

 

          Listen, God has never spoken to me. For that matter, neither has Satan, the Devil, whatever you choose to call him\it. None of this shit exists. Heaven, Hell, Purgatory, none of it. How can civilized, rational, thinking people believe this tripe? Have you ever noticed that rich people could care less about religion? There is a reason for that...why waste your money "paying the preacher"? It will NOT get you into Heaven any quicker. Doesn't the Bible say that a rich man has  a better chance of passing through the eye of a needle than getting into Heaven? Why should poor people bear the burden of supporting churches? It just doesn't make any sense!

 

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*Flashback*!!!!

   Shit! I tried to stop it, but it kept coming! A flashback from my earlier life!! The year is 1976, I am at a friend's house, we are in the basement, smoking a joint, and listening to Led Zepplin. Damn, if you are a teenager reading this, hold in revere these moments, for they are gone all too quickly! We somehow feel the need to grow up too fast at this age! Slow down, and savor the time you have been given.

 

                 I grew up far too fast.  Nothing I could do about it, I guess. I had to get to where I am when I was too young to understand just why I needed to be there right then. Don't be like me...enjoy being a teenager. Maybe some of you are reading this as you enter your last summer vacation from school. You will graduate next year. Take this summer to do the things that you want to do. Believe me, the time slips away from you faster than you can imagine!

 

           For shit's sake, be who you are!!!  Don't try to fit someone's mold of just who you should be! Be your own person! I was, and I am none the worse for wear, I can tell you. Don't let anyone dictate who you should be...you are your own person! I never let anyone push me into being someone I wasn't! Do what you have to, but be you  at all costs!!!

 

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Hello, Children

 Well, well, my little "minions"! Another Mother's Day has come and gone. You know what I find stranger than shit? Calling my oldest daughter to wish her a happy Mother's Day!!! The irony was not lost on me. I couldn't call my mom, so I thought to just let it be...."que sera, sera!"

 

            I spent the day with my wife, (who just happens to be a mother, also!), and we had a good time together. I have aspired to one day write a book about my life. Nothing weird about that, I hope. I am just glad that I didn't write that damn "DaVinci Code"  book! Damn, that guy is taking heat from all sides! It seems like everyone is weighing in on the code, and how it is bogus, or just downright wrong! Sheese, give the guy a break!

 

               To date, I haven't heard the author say that his book is the definitive expert on this code. I have, on the other hand, seen several rabbis, and priests, and so called "experts" swear that his code is the last word in Biblical codes!!! And there are just as many on the other side of the fence saying that the author has it all wrong. Who is right, who is wrong? Who gives a shit? Take it for what it is, a clear work of fiction, a book that says "this is how it might be".

 

           You cannot possibly believe everything that you read. There will always be mis-information, mistakes, and just flat out lies(Check out our President and his cronies). Don't be so gullable, people! LIsten only to me, I alone will tell you the truth! At least, as long as it isn't my ass on the line!!!

 

                        Holla' If You Hear Me!!!

Should We, Could We, Would We?

         And today finds me in good spirits! I hope you feel the same, my "minions". (Damn, I love that!) Kind of a slow day, although my wife was home today. When my mind isn't telling me stories, she and I have a great time together!! I love spending time with her. I sometimes wonder just WHY she hasn't kicked me out on my ear yet!

 

            We ate Mexican today, just for the hell of it, I guess! We spent some time together, then she left with her mom to do some shopping....there goes the budget for the next month!

 

           Mother's Day is coming up. Call your mom if you are not near her. If you are close enough, go see her. Good or bad, right or wrong, this woman raised you, and deserves to hear from you. It is too late for me, don't make the same mistakes that I did. I waited too long, and my mom was taken from me by a piece of shit scumbag. I dare him to say otherwise.

 

              On a lighter note, I think I shall go play a game, I am currently playing "Morrowind, the Elder Scrolls III". This is a large game, and the word large isn't even close to the size of this game!!! There is a new one out, "Oblivion, the Elder Scrolls IV". I can't wait to get that one! (well, I can wait untill the price comes down some!!). Be cool to yourself, and to each other, and I will "see" you later!!

 

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Just Bring It!!!

 ........So, here I am with nothing to do today, when my phone rings. It is my oldest daughter; "Hey, pop, can you take care of 'little man' for a couple of hours, I need to go to the eye doctor"?  "Hell yeah", I say, "I'm not doing anything else". "Bring the little shit over".  In a few minutes, my grandson is here, and ready to tear up jack!! He is something else, I must say!

 

             Well, mom leaves, and we get about the business of tearing up "Pop-Pop's" house. I could pull the engine out of a bike, rebuild it, put it back in, and STILL not have expended as much energy as spending two hours with this little boy!! He is non-stop energy. Did he eat things that weren't good for him? Hell Yeah! Did he play with toys? Hell Yeah! Did he play with my tools? Hell Yeah! He's a boy, what did you expect?

 

             We have a very small kid's bow, you know, for shooting arrows. As soon as he can pull it, he will be in my yard shooting it!! As he grows, he will become acustomed to guns, and to hunting as well. If he chooses not to hunt, then that will be his choice. If he chooses to not like guns, that will also be his choice. He will learn the taste of beer, and of deer meat, and wild turkey(the whiskey and the bird), he will learn of many things.....I will see to that. It is my job, and I will perform it to the best of my ability.

 

                He will learn to fish, shoot, hunt, ride, drive, whatever, and I will hopefully be there to see it all. Someone once told me that if they knew that grandchildren were this much fun, they would have had them first!!! I think I would have to agree, although that is physically impossible. LOL

 

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Can This Be Real??

   I have a couple of questions, feel free to jump in at any time to "enlighten" me, if you wish. First question; If you are guilty of a crime and you go to court and plead "not guilty", shouldn't you be charged with perjury? Lying in open court is perjury. If you are guilty, and you KNOW you are  but you say you are NOT guilty, then that is perjury.

 

         Now, obviously, I know that you are not required to implicate yourself in open court...that is why we have the fifth ammendment. But, if you say you aren't guilty, and you know you are, why can't you just plead the fifth? Saying that you are not guilty when you plainly know that you are is lying!

 

            The other question; when will church and state be seperated in court? Our children can't say prayers in school, but you have to put your hand on a bible and SWEAR to tell the truth in court?!?! And what about all that flap about some judge having the ten commandments outside a large court a couple of years ago??? This momument was REMOVED by the GOVERNMENT, yet everyday, people had to place their hands on a bible, and swear to tell the truth???

 

               Ever look at a dollar bill? "In God We Trust" is on nearly EVERY piece of money that Americans use. Does that sound like the seperation of church and state? I think not! If you won't give school kids the right to pray at school, then take religion out of the courts, also! Besides, I have seen far too many people put their hand on that "Holy Book", only to lie through their teeth. And far too many of those have been our "leaders".

 

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Regrets? Yeah, I've had a few

  I had a birthday last month. I am now 46 years old. A friend of mine asked me if I had any regrets; my friend is only about half my age. I told him, "Yes, I have a few".  He asked me to elaborate on some of them...never one to be shy, I gladly obliged him. Here are a few.

 

          I regret that I could not do more for the biker who wrecked right in front of the gas station where I worked one night. This was a biker that I did not know, but he was a "brother", all the same. The only thing I could do was give a description of the car that hit him, and hold him and talk to him untill the ambulance came to take him away. He died later that night in the hospital. Another brother down, another brother gone.

 

         I regret that my best friend died before I got the chance to see him one last time. We laughed together, drank together, wrestled professionally together, worked together, and lived together. We lived, at the time, for the moment, never thinking about the future, and we loved it!! Wherever you are Jim, boat drinks, buddy, boat drinks!!

 

             I regret marrying my first wife! We were both too young, and unsettled. I ended up paying child support for twenty years. No, it was NOT worth it. Enough about that.

 

          I regret that the asshole who ratted me out to the cops once was allowed to live for a couple of years after the fact! I tried to get to him, but he was protected by the cops after he ratted me out. He finally ratted out the wrong person, and he was found with about four inches of steel in his chest. Rats don't get to live---they teach you that on your first day on Earth!!! Fuck him, he got what he deserved. I have done jail time rather than rat on people. No rat gets to live!

 

               I regret that I spent so many years hating my mom for something that, ultimately, was out of her control. She was how she was, and no one could change that, least of all, me. She simply was....no more, no less.

 

                That's about it for regrets. If someone got in my way and got hurt, too bad. You can see me coming a mile away, I don't hide what or who I am. If you deal with me and come away with a burn-mark, consider yourself lucky. Others have barely limped away, and some were lucky to just survive the experience!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

                           Holla' If You Hear Me!!!

Slow Day...

   Not much for today, but I do have this to share with everyone---

          Hello john goodson!
Your Quit Date is:Wednesday, December 03, 2003 at 12:00:00 PM Time Smoke-Free:881 days, 18 hours, 59 minutes and 25 seconds Cigarettes NOT smoked:26454 Is this still your
Quit Date?
Yes   No Lifetime Saved:6 months, 22 days, 1 hour Money Saved:$4,630.50

_______________________________________________

 

                This works out to two years, and five months of NOT SMOKING!!!  More than twenty-six-thousand cigarettes NOT SMOKED!!! Just think for a second, I smoked for over thirty years!! The numbers are beyond anything I would even want to think of!!  I am glad that I quit. I hope I never start back. But, that is just the problem...smoking is an addiction, and must be treated as such. I can never have just one, as some people think.

 

          If you are trying to quit smoking, let me know. E-mail me, I won't be upset with you. I spent about eleven months as a site-moderator for a company that sells "stop smoking" products. I KNOW how hard it is to quit, believe me. I had zero willpower to quit, I just knew that I couldn't do it! Two years and five months later, I am still smoke free!!! So, you can tell people that you know the only "smokeless" Dragon in the world!!! Take care of yourself, and of each other!

 

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A Conservative???

    Coop, how could you?? Me, a conservative? Couldn't you have been a little less brutal?? You could have said that I only ride Hondas on the sidewalk!! That would have hurt far less than being called a conservative! I have truly been cut to the bone. I can think of a million reasons why I am not a conservative, ugh!

 

             I am about as far from a conservative as I am from the far right, or the "Moral Majority". I hate politics, and try to never get involved in them. That seems completely impossible these days. It seems the older you get, the more involved you become. Yes, I do vote, but it usually for a "write in" candidate of my own choosing. Usually someone with decent values, like Bugs Bunny, or Daffy Duck. You just can't trust "career politicians" anymore.

 

         And speaking of "carreer politicians", one of our distinguished Senators said on CNN this morning that "this administration is run by oil men who have no intention of bringing down oil prices".  Well, slap my ass and call me Sally! Somebody finally caught on! Now, with that revelation, let's do something about getting these assholes out of office. Don't impeach the president, though. They tried that with Bill Clinton, and he just continued to stay in office! Talk about "balls"!!

 

                  Holla' If You Hear Me!!!

 

            

Now That the Shoe is on the Other Foot...

      Mr. Rush Limbaugh, that last bastion of far right-wing conservatism, has, for many years, decried the American Legal System for being too lenient on some criminals. But now that he is facing charges in HIS DRUG CASE, he makes a behind-the-scenes deal  with the prosecutor, to GET OFF LIGHTLY. Hmmmm, what happened to all of your rhetoric, Rush?

 

           Yes, those that bark the loudest have the most to hide. Someone opened Rush's closet, and the skeletons just fell all over the place!! Hey, Rush, quit crying like a little bitch, and stand up for what you SAY you believe in....stiffer penalties, and longer sentences for criminals!! Isn't it funny how these assholes scream for "justice" untill THEY are caught with their hand in the cookie jar? I say give the bastard at least ten years. That is what a guy like me would be looking at in the same situation.

 

              Your radio show should be pulled from ALL stations, and you should hide your head in shame!!! You are a two-faced piece of shit, and it is showing!!!

 

              Now, on to something even more fun. The Mexican people protesting here in the U.S.A. Look, assholes, if it is so bad here, simply walk, swim, crawl, fly, whatever, back across the border to Mexico. I said it before, and I will say it again....if you are an illegal alien in ANY country, then you certainly ARE a CRIMINAL!!! If you don't like the laws here, take your fucking ass back to Mexico!!! Hell, Bill Clinton sent most of the American jobs down there anyway, with that stupid ass NAFTA crap! If you don't like it here, leave! You say you only come here to work, but you are protesting, and walking out on your jobs. Good, I say that some AMERICANS can have those jobs!!

 

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What Would You Ask For?

         So, there we were, my friend and I a few days ago. We were just drinking a few beers, and talking about stuff in general. The conversation turned to a strange topic. My friend asked me, "if you only had about two minutes to live, what would you ask for?". I asked what he meant...like would I ask for a second chance at life, or forgiveness for my bad deeds; that kind of thing?  "Yes", he replied, "exactly".

 

          What would I ask for? I would ask to be just like my neighbor across the street. An old man, not very large, I would say just over five feet tall, and maybe 150 pounds, if that. He has two sons, a wife, and a small grand-daughter named Hailey...she plays with my daughter. I have known this man for many years, and I used to work with both of his sons. This man, and his family are completely un-remarkable in every way----except one.

 

             This man has known for almost two years that he has inoperable cancer. He was just told a few weeks ago that he will be lucky to make it through the summer. Chemo Therapy will not extend his time, he is done, finished, through. So, he still smokes, and he decided that since he is going to die anyway, he would at least keep his dignity. No Chemo Therapy, no hospitals, no bull.

 

              I see him everyday, outside his home in his little motorized chair,(he can no longer walk on his own), and he stays outside ALL DAY. Hot, cold, it doesn't matter. He sees the outside everyday. No crying, no questioning "why me"?, none of that stuff for him. He simply greets people who come to see him, and they stay for a bit and talk. Never have I heard him complain about his situation. My youngest girl loves to go over there to see him, and to play with his cats.

 

           So, what would I ask for? I may have lived my life badly, but I would ask that I die well...just like my neighbor.

 

                        Holla' If You Hear Me!!!