The Hidden Artist In You

Okay,  let's start you off gently, this being your first time and all. Go somewhere that you can buy some water-color paints, and a rather large "book" of art paper, loose or not. This works for guys and/or girls. Oh, get a couple of brushes while you are there, the cheaper the better. Do not let them talk you into some expensive brushes, you will probably destroy them, anyway. Don't worry, you will like this.

       Now, go back home. By the way, if you meet any girls/guys on the way home, stop and talk. Girls/guys just cannot resist an "artist"(you already have the supplies under your arm, duh!) Now, having arrived home, let us begin. If you picked up a ladyfriend/malefriend on the way, well, you are on your own! But, for now, let's skip that part.

      Get yourself a small bowl of water, doesn't matter what temperature. Sorry, my cat jumped in my lap, and I had to stop, so read this with a long pause after "temperature". Alright, c'mon, not THAT long! Sheesh! Now, take out one of those cheap brushes, dip it in the water, and take out some of that paper that you bought.

        Think of what makes you the maddest you have ever been. Pick a color. And please, be original. Don't pick red just because you think it means mad. This is YOUR painting, not Van Gogh, or Da Vinci, or Michealangelo.  Now, I want you to put your brush on the paper, and PAINT. I did NOT say "create", I said PAINT. Just strokes, waves, whatever. Keep doing that untill all the anger is on the paper. Change colors if you need to.

       Now, step back and look at your creation. Looks like crap, doesn't it? I know my first one did.What comes out on the paper is not important. What you PUT ON the paper is...all that anger now has a place to live...and NOT in you! I'm not saying to never get angry. Getting angry is a defense mechanism, and we need it to survive. Sometimes we just can't turn it off, so we need a new place for it to go...hence, the art supplies.

        Don't throw this first one away. Keep it, but keep it in a closet, maybe, folded up in a box.  Do this for the things that make you sad, happy, fearful, needful, whatever. Your creations will develop over time, and some will become so good that you will frame them. Trust an old man, I have been to the "edge" many times and looked down. Sometimes, I get to thinking that "six feet" ain't so far down! But I manage to keep it together.

 

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Something Wonderful

I had  been talking to my oldest daughter about a prt-time job with her crew. I didn't care if she was the "boss", believe me, I have had far worse. And, yes, I have worked under a woman before. I don't have a problem with it. So, we had been talking and she asks me why I want a part time job. Well, I explained, it is so I can buy me a guitar. Nothing fancy, just your average six-string affair. So she says she will see what she can do. I told her I could do almost anything, just put a shovel in my hands and say, "dig". It didn't matter what the job was.

      Well, this past Sunday, she comes in with a brand-new guitar, still in the box! New! Just like that. I told her I couldn't possibly accept that, and her with two children to provide for(her husband works also, but let's face it, kids are expensive). She tell me "nonsense, dad, you raised me for 18 years, I can surely get you a guitar." I explained that she nor her younger sister owe me anything for raising them, that was my job, and for the most part, I enjoyed it. She told me to shut up and play...

 

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Are We Sick of this Yet?

...The Jena 6 (pronounced GEENA) down in Louisiana, O.J. Simpson in Vegas, Rodney King out in California, and countless others. Namely black professional athletes. Has anyone else noticed a growing trend here? If you are black, and have money, you can do whatever the fuck you want to. The six guys in Jena that ALLEGEDLY beat up a white kid...if the situation were reversed, you can bet the white guys would be charged with a "hate crime".

 

       Black people have learned that if you riot, picket, and burn and loot everything in sight, you will get your way, and fuck the consequences! I say enough! Anyone caught looting or burning should be shot on sight! Black, brown, white, yellow, whatever. I am sick of the courts "looking the other way" when certain types of people create pure chaos in our streets!" But", you say, "there are more blacks in jails than whites". True, but that only shows that black people do more crimes, or simply can't afford lawyers. I have been in jail for various and sundry crimes in my time, and had no problem with black people. The last time I was in jail, there were 25 of us in one cell block. Five of us were white.

 

       Not a single black man there said he was innocent! Not a single one, and they made up 4/5's of the population. Black people commit more crimes, so more of them are locked up. Period. End of story. I have had black people tell me that I am supposed to be afraid of them. When I have asked why, the answer is always the same..."whites are naturally afraid of blacks...". Fuck me runnin'! I must have not gotten a copy of that memo! Shit! Somebody fill me in here...or let me fill you in, maybe?

 

      A black man is no better than you in fighting. A black man bleeds red blood, just like you. A black man is only "threatening" to you if you let him be. Most black people don't want trouble with whites. That is because if it goes to court, the black guy almost always gets the shaft. Unless, the story gets national coverage, and lots of  black people descend on a town, and threaten to burn it down! This is how they get what they want.

 

      Get out of your pretty little houses, and your suburban life, and hang out on the streets. Nut up! Motherfuckers! If you don't understand that, then you better stick to your mini-vans, and kid's soccer games, and leave the real livin' to guys like me! Oh, and just a disclaimer here...if you go out and get your ass whooped, hey, it ain't my fault!

 

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Some Things Never Change...

Gary Rossington - Ronnie Van Zant)  This was written back in 1973....

Have you ever lived down in the ghetto
Have you ever felt the cold wind blow
If you don't know what I mean
Won't you stand up and scream
'Cause there's things goin' on that you don't know

Ask them why they spend lives across the ocean
Ask them why they spend millions on the moon
Well, untill they make things right
Lots of people gonna be uptight
They better make some changes pretty soon

They gonna ruin the air that we breathe y'all
They gonna ruin us all bye and bye
Telling all you beware
I don't think they really care
Think they just sit up there and just get high

Have you ever lived down in the ghetto
Have you ever felt the cold wind blow
If you don't know what I mean
Won't you stand up and scream
'Cause there's things goin' on that you don't know

If you don't know what I mean
Won't you stand up and scream
'Cause there's things goin' on that you don't know...

 

The more things change, the more they stay the same...The above lyrics are from a song written by Ronnie Van Zant, and Gary Rossington. The lead singer, and lead guitarist, respectively, of Lynyrd Skynyrd, back in 1973. The same still holds true today. They are talking, of course, about the people in Washington, D.C....enjoy.  If it is legal in your area, do a "google" search for the song "Things Goin' On".

A Conundrum

We just never do figure out what it all means, do we?

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Six Years After

  A day of Silence to remember the nearly 3,000 innocents that were lost six years hence...

 

  No "Holla" today, please.

Nothing Left to Lose

Well, for the last two weeks I haven't had my granddaughter here after school. My daughter didn't want her around my wife and me. This was due in part to our arguing, but also because of what my wife did. My oldest daughter and her husband decided that the children shouldn't be around someone who would do what she did. I can't say that I blame them, really. I think it teaches them the wrong things, and I wouldn't have it, either.

 

        So, I guess that on top of ruining a 25 year marriage, my wife also got my grandkids taken away...typical. She says if we divorce, that I have to be the one to file...she refuses to do it. She acts like she doesn't want me to leave, but she had sex with another man. She refuses to tell me the man's name. She says she doesn't want a murder on her hands...she should have thought about that before she had her little "affair"! If anyone files for divorce, it will be her, and she will state that she committed adultery. I did nothing wrong in this whole mess, and she gets off scott-free?

 

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Best Job Interview Ever

When I was just ten (10) years old, we happened to live on a very large lake. It used to be an old back-run of the Mississippi river, but at that time, 1970, it had been cut off  for many, many years, and was just a still-water lake. Many people came there to fish, as did me and my younger brothers. I saw men putting boats in at the dock that were always trying to not get wet. I thought, why not offer to help them, and maybe work for tips? It seemed like a good idea at the time, and the percieved wealth(remember, I was only 10), was too much to overlook!

 

        The man who owned the bait shop, and, not surprisingly, the dock, was well known to me. I spent nearly every day at that lake. At least, everyday that I could scramble out of the house before my mom put me to doing things that she was better suited for! I can't remember his name, but I asked him about my idea. He said I would have to pass the "interview". I thought this a strange thing to say, as I was the one who came up with the idea for the job. What the hell kind of interview could he come up with?

 

        Well, he said for me to follow him out to the end of the dock. I did. He asked me to look out over the large expanse of water for just a moment; just soak it all in for a bit. As I turned to look out over the lake, he picked me up and threw me into said lake!!! So, I swam back to the dock, and said, "what the hell did you do that for"? He said that I passed the "interview", and could work off of his dock. He was only concerned that I could swim. He said he didn't want me to drown, it would be bad for business! Well, I had to agree with him on that point...no one wants to "put in" where some stupid little kid drowned!

 

            The job was perfect, and before the summer was over, I had other kids working on the dock, helping put the boats in, and take them out in the evening. Now, you have to understand that the other guys had to pay ME to work there. After all, it WAS my idea. I worked for a couple of summers like that. Nearly every penny I made went to the motorcycle that I owned. I originally bought it by raising calves, but they were gone, so I needed this new source of income. Oh, one other thing...I had NO income in the winter, so I sold greeting cards door to door during that time. I guess I have always been a hustler, in one form or another!

 

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A Shorty

"Courage is not the absence of fear, rather, the ability to confront your fear".

 

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