Pearls of Wisdoms and Mindless Rants

2010-01-21T23:25:00.000-08:00

At 12 I stood on the edge of the earth and said I wanted to be an astronaut
at 18 I realized I was not smart enough.... and settled to be a fireman
at 20 I settled more and became a truck driver
at 28 I settled even lower and became a mechanic

at 33 I am lost.....I stand on the verge of love........more confused and nervous than ever.....

I wish I had a road map to this thing called life.....

Because I have taken every wrong turn and don't know what way to go

I wish I could just hit 'ctrl' 'alt' 'delete' and start over

2010-01-19T21:29:00.000-08:00

I'm hiding in the corner
Of an overgrown garden
Covering my body in leaves
And trying not to breath
All my childhood dreams
Are bursting at the seams
And dangling around my knees

I've been deformed by emotional scars
And the cancer of love has eaten out my heart
I've been stripped bare and nobody cares
And all the people I looked up to are no longer there

All desires have been denied to put me in this state of mind
Another year older and what have I done
My aspirations have shriveled in the sun
I'm crippled by guilt
Blinded by science
I've been waiting for tomorrow all of my life

"....working, keep talking."

All desires have been denied to put me in this state of mind
Another year older and what have I done
My aspirations have shriveled in the sun
I'm crippled by guilt
Blinded by science
I've been waiting for tomorrow all of my life

I've been filled with useless information
Spewed out by papers and radio stations
I've been hounded by fairweather friends
Sowing the seeds for my discontent
Life is like a sewer
And I'm trying to wade thru her
I threw in my money and made my wish
But sleeping boys catch no fish

All desires have been denied to put me in this state of mind
Another year older and what have I done
My aspirations have shriveled in the sun
I'm crippled by guilt
Blinded by science
I've been waiting for tomorrow all of my life

"....working, keep talking."

All my childhood dreams
Are sinking round my knees
My mind has been polluted
And my energy diluted

2010-01-17T20:33:00.000-08:00

.I know I leave my body when I sleep because......sometimes I find receipts in my pockets from stores I've shopped in the ether. Seems I buy a lot of gum and condoms in the dreamworld.

There's a friend I talk to every night and at the close of our awesome chats, just before bed I always say, "If you leave your body, come get me!" I rarely remember anything I do, if I have in fact traveled out of my body.

So many of my lucid dreams involve people I know, some even involve loved ones who have passed on, and we walk and talk and visit in strange new places and towns and cities and villages and it all seems so real and they do and say things just like they do in life, or have done.

Someday, I believe that we may discover that we all do leave our bodies in our sleep and we will be able to remember what we do and there may be a Travel Channel that is just for those who are Astral Projecting to far away destinations.

2010-01-16T18:13:00.000-08:00

Had a strange dream.

I was walking around looking at beautiful old buildings and every time I stopped to talk to someone from that building, they would say, "Oh, enjoy it while you can. It's being demolished in a few days."

It was very sad and as the dream was going, I knew it meant something other than buildings.

Maybe it's about me changing, or learning new things, or growing older, I dunno.

Then again it could have been the Ambien

2009-01-02T12:25:00.000-08:00

Just when I get excited about all the possibilities for 2009, I have to go and write out a check for Rent!

Now I'm drained of all strength I was storing up to use to shower and get dressed. I can't believe writing a check can wear me out so much. But it does.

I went to see "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button" at 5 yesterday cause it's the cheap show and I wasn't so sure about it, but I love David Fincher and he's never failed me before. That movie is really good, it's long, but I almost started crying at the end. But I am not a fag so I held back, many people in the crowd did cry, you could hear it.

A couple behind me talked all through it and I was thinking about that News report about the guy that shot that man who was talking through the same movie! So after the movie I turned around and asked them if they had seen that News item?

There was panic on their faces like I might be packing.

Assholes!...They'd laugh at a sad parts and they were texting someone and giggling, she even took a call on her cell and didn't get up to leave... It was awful.

I hate going to the movies because of that, but the theaters promote that kinda behavior with all their Verizon Ads they play before the film.

I was pretty mellow and didn't shoot anyone because before the movie I had an Enchilada De Pablano and a Large Top Shelf Margarita that almost knocked me out. Bad part there is an awesome flooding scene in the film and I already had to pee so bad, I could barely hold it.

New Years Parties? I missed everything! After the flick, I had to some work, then went home to nap and slept through the whole thing!!! I guess I was tired...

I had a dream Brad Pitt and I became friends and he took me fishing and hang gliding, then we went go kart racing, he bought me a corndog, he asked me advice about his career, then he gave me a skateboard he had airbrushed with our image we had taken in a photo-booth... Then I bolted awake!

"Dang, Was that Gay or what?" I said out loud.

I blame the Large Top Shelf Margarita, but a good corndog does sound good now as I type this.

There are so many things I want to do this year, so many things I wanna do this month! This year will be My Year I just know it! I know I've said that in the previous years, but maybe then I just wasn't ready for my greatness to be revealed, to even me.

Being this is the 2nd, I could try the Fast again... It worked last month for at least 15 days before the chest pains threw me off track. When I went to LA I had bloated back up even more than I was before the Fast and it was sad cause everyone is so thin there.

I only need to lose about 50 pounds to be sexy on camera! There are people that I see that look skeleton thin in person, but on camera they just look good and hot. Why? Not fair!

2008-12-31T16:20:00.000-08:00

I hope 2009 will be better for me than all the past years I've been...

...through, lost, confused, poor, and bored...

The last 180 years of my life have pretty much sucked sweaty donkey balls!

I really need to get my drunk on this New Years!

Been invited to a few parties, but I dunno, I see myself getting drunk by myself and thinking about how I can get my life going the way it needs to be this new year.

I just need to be alone to think and drink.

2008-12-07T00:15:00.000-08:00

I fell into some kinda daze...

Standing outside I noticed the light from a street lamp was shining through leafless branches of an old tree and it's shadow fell across my car and it looked like veins on the dirty metal.

Looking at my reflection in the passenger window I could see the veins move across my face. It looked tribal. I looked fractured, shattered, even broken.

Old.

It was cold and I could see my breath floating away from me like a spirit up to the Black velvet night sky.

If I said a word, it would form in steam and hover away in the breeze. Like a blown kiss. Could I send a thought with it? Would it find you? Would you know it was me sending you the message?

Hello!

2008-09-15T23:00:00.000-07:00

Going to Salt Lake City for some training. I think it is a form of cruel and unusual punishment.

I mean Utah is a neat state but Salt Lake City is perhaps the most boring city on earth........ARGHHH!!!!!

If there was ever a town where you really needed your per diem to get a buzz on Salt Lake is it but thanks to 3/2 beer that ain't going to happen....... better pack an extra carry on.

2008-07-31T23:32:00.000-07:00

Sometimes too much to drink is barely enough .........

nothing new

2008-07-20T23:06:00.000-07:00

I have giving up blogging for now so I can focus on my career of drinking large quantities of Johny Walker and Grey Goose popping large quantities of ambian and riding my motorcycle.

Come on early death.....

2008-06-11T00:17:00.000-07:00

The last thing anyone needs is a Fag with a Bullhorn!

But nuthin's funnier than seeing a dude with a bull's horn shoved up his but!

That said, One must get the word out that things are a-changing!

Bill Lawson: Bob Dylan once wrote, The times, they are a-changin. Ron Burgundy had never heard that song.

You know Things really are changing! Here's how you know:

"Alternative" music actually was... and not popular Top 40 tunes.

"Celebration" by Kool & the Gang was one of the hot new songs when you first heard it at a school dance

"Poltergeist" totally freaked you out.

You owned a pair of Pixie Boots, generally worn with leg warmers.

Atari, IntelliVision, TelStar and Coleco were the ultimate gaming systems to own.

Chevy Chase was really funny in those Vacation movies.

Dungeons & Dragons was your favorite.

If you ever said "I pity the fool".

In many of your childhood photos you are wearing something plaid.

Jelly bracelets & shoes!

Leg warmers and headbands alá Pat Benatar once looked really cool to you.

Not that you'd do it personally, but body piercing captivates your attention

Once, while spending hours in the arcade, you actually lined up quarters on the top panel of the game -- to "reserve" your spot.

One word: Izod.

Ooh, you could crush a Grape!

Parachuting Action man was your favorite toy.

Partying "like it's 1999" seemed SO far away.

Pierce Brosnon will always be Remington Steele.

Poltergeist freaked you out.

Punks actually "shocked" people.

Schoolhouse Rock played a HUGE part in how you actually learned the English language

Shiny grey flecked suits.

Spend a majority of your time obsessing over how much better things were "back then".

The Dark Crystal is still one of your favorite movies.

The first time you ever kissed someone at a dance fell during "Crazy for You" by Madonna

The TV movie "The Day After" still scares the heck out of you.

There were at least three people in your school that voluntarily went by the names of "Skip" "Buffy" "Muffy" or "Dexter."

There were days that the homework just had to wait until the ABC Afterschool Special was over.

This rings a bell: "and my name, is Charlie. They work for me."

U2 is too "popular" and "mainstream" for you now, I saw them open for The Alarm and the ticket was $2.

When someone mentions two consecutive days of the week, the Happy Days theme is stuck in your head for hours on end.

You actually know who Rick Springfield is

You always wondered why Tootie always wore those skates.

You believed that "By the power of Greyskull, you HAD the power!"

You can name at least half of the members of the elite "Brat Pack."

You can remember Michael Jackson when he was black.

You can't remember a time when "going out for coffee" DIDN'T involve 49,000 selections to choose from.

You can't remember a time when "hitting the outlet stores" didn't mean going to an electrical warehouse

You can't remember when the word "networking" didn't have a computer connotation to it as well

You carried you lunch to school in a Gremlins or an ET lunchbox.

You ever dressed to emulate a person you saw in either a Duran Duran, Madonna, or Cyndi Lauper video.

You ever had a Swatch Watch, and a Swatch Guard for it.

You ever owned a thin, black leather tie (and were proud of it), or worse it was patterned like a piano.

You ever owned one of those embarrassing crimping irons.

You ever uttered the word "Radical!"

You had a crush on Bo Derek.

You had a crush on Jon Bon Jovi, or know someone who did.

You had a crush on one of the Corey's (Haim or Feldman).

You had a crush on one of the New Kids on the Block members.

You had a poster of Rob Lowe, Michael J. Fox or Don Johnson on your wall.

You had MALL Hair.

You had to come in the house when the street lights came on.

You HAD to have your MTV.

You had Wonder Woman or Superman underoos.

You have a tendency to turn the collar up on your Polo shirts.

You have ever called 867-5309.

You have ever danced (or even worse cried) to Kylie & Jason.

You have ever pondered why Smurfette was the ONLY female Smurf.

You have seen at least 10 episodes of Fraggle Rock.

You have worn a Banana Clip, or knew someone who did.

You held the top score on Pac-Man.

You hid out behind the gym during recess to read "Are you there God, it’s me Margaret?" with your friends.

You hold a special place in your heart for "Back to the Future."

You inserted the word "like" into, like, every sentence.

You jammed to the Miami Vice theme and thought Jan Hammer was cool.

You just had to have a Trapper Keeper to stay organized at school.

You knew "The Artist" when he was humbly called "Prince."

You knew all the words to Billy Joel's "We Didn't Start the Fire", but it really didn't hold any meaning for you until about the third verse

You knew what Willis was "talkin' 'bout."

You know how to use a rotary phone.

You know the profound meaning of "Wax on, Wax off."

You know what "Push Up" ice cream is.

You know what "sike" and "not!" mean

You know what movie the phrase, "Number 5 is alive!" is from.

You know where to go if you "wanna go where everybody knows your name."

You know who He-Man and She-Ra are.

You know who Max Headroom is.

You know who Mr. T is.

You know who Spuds McKenzie, The Noid, and Joe Isuzu are.

You know who Tina Yothers is.

You know, by heart, the words to any "Weird" Al Yankovic song.

You like the guy who played Freddy Kruger better as Wilie on "V".

You made Star Wars shrinky dinks in your oven.

You never questioned why the A-Team were always imprisoned in places that had sufficient tools to build an armored tank.

You never thought they’d be able to top the special effects in TRON.

You own a real Rubik’s Cube

You own any cassettes or records.

You owned a Jordache anything, or you remember when Jordache jeans were cool.

You owned a T-shirt that said, "I shot J. R. " or know someone who did.

You owned, or wanted a "Frankie says..." T-shirt.

You played with Lego’s when they were just blocks of various sizes, not any of the special little parts.

You remember "Friday Night Videos" before the days of MTV.

You remember any or all of the following: Echo & the Bunnymen, Cutting Crew, Scritti Politti, or Orchestral Maneuvers in the Dark.

You remember exactly where you were when you heard the space shuttle had exploded.

You remember the episode of Good Times when Flo broke down after James' funeral.

You remember the original version of Windows: Macintosh.

You remember when ATARI was a state of the art video game system

You remember when Betamax was at the cutting edge of technology.

You remember when cellular phones weighed 15 lbs. and had to be carried over your shoulder.

You remember when Deborah Gibson was "Debbie" Gibson.

You remember when the A-Ha video was the pinnacle of modern technology, and you can still sing all the words.

You still know the Big Mac song. "Two all beef patties, special sauce…"

You still love to play Pong!

You thought "Weird Science" was a masterpiece.

You thought being a latch key kid was completely normal.

You thought Molly Ringwald was REALLY cool.

You thought that Transformers were more than meets the eye.

You used to own a Snoopy Sno Cone Machine.

You wanted to be a Goonie.

You wanted to be either Nancy Drew or the Hardy Boys.

You wanted to be on Star Search.

You wanted to be The Hulk for Halloween.

You watched Purple Rain over and over again.

You were afraid of the Sleestacks on Land of The Lost.

You were led to believe that in the year 2000 we'd all be living on the moon.

Your name is Jennifer or Jason.

You've ever shopped at a Banana Republic or Benetton, but not in the last five years, okay?

You've recently horrified yourself by using any one of the following phrases:

"When I was younger"

"When I was your age"

"You know, back when..."

"Because I SAID so, that's why"

"What the HELL is this noise on the radio?"

2008-06-03T07:55:00.001-07:00

Everbody that knows me knows I am a big Neil Young fan so I found this post over hear.... and just thought I would share it hear.

Anti-establishment rocker Neil Young and mechanic Johnathan Goodwin are working on converting Young's gas guzzling 1959 Lincoln Continental into an electric car. Young has already invested $120,000 into the project.

Young has teamed up with Johnathan Goodwin, a Wichita mechanic who has developed a national reputation for re-engineering the power units of big cars to get more horsepower but use less fuel. The two are looking to convert Young’s 1959 Lincoln Continental convertible to operate on an electric battery.

After several decades Young has realized that you might inspire people with music but you are rarely going to change them. He seems himself and Goodwin changing the world if they can help the electric car go mainstream.

"You know, I thought long ago you could change the world by writing songs," he said. "But you can’t change the world by writing songs. Oh, you can inspire a few people, get some of them to change their thinking about something. But you can’t change the world by writing songs. “But we could change it with this car."

Young, with who I sometimes agree and often disagree with, said something that I whole heartedly second in regard to middle-east oil:

'We’re going to change the world; we're going to create a car that will allow us to stop giving our wealth to other countries for petroleum.'"

He is exactly right! As soon as we have an alternative to oil and gas we can totally get our interests out of the middle east and make the region non-existent to the rest of the world. The only reason we have to care about the region and their policies is because our economy is so dependent upon their oil. If Congress won't let us tap and drill into our own oil reserves in Alaska then finding an alternative energy source becomes of the utmost necessity.

2008-06-02T10:44:00.000-07:00

I just found out I am going to Texas, for a few days. I am going to learn how to work on a new kind of airplane. One that we don't even own ..... yet. Can somebody say, new acquisition.

I am also toying with the idea of putting in for a lead mechanic spot in Milwaukee.... still thinking about it. We shall see

2008-05-30T10:22:00.000-07:00

It's so weird, I know so many people who are on their "periods" right now, at the same time! Including my wife.

I say, "People" because I don't want any of the "girls" to be offended. Including my wife.

It's been a true horror show!

You can't say or do anything right around any of them! Including my wife.

One of my favorite waitresses comes over and sits with me and tells me how much "Flow" she's having as I started to order. People love to open up and tell me private things like this. Including my wife...

So, I start calling her "Flo" like the waitress on the old TV show, "Alice."

And she starts crying. Just like my wife....

2008-05-27T00:36:00.000-07:00

So I just finished watching No Country for Old Men ....wow, what a movie.

The ending is a trip, but the movie is friggen fantastic, and it is not the scotch saying that. Although the scotch was good to.

It is nice to be able and sit at home getting drunk and watching DVD's while getting paid for it. Thanks veterans you rock.....

2008-05-22T17:02:00.000-07:00

Today I hit the jackpot!!!

I stopped off at my local Tulare Sierra Mini Mart and picked up a Snickers Bar, but the clerk made a mistake and she told me to take two because of her goof.

Then, my Time Out Pizza joint had to deal with their front entrance being closed due to wet cement on their new sidewalk, so we customers had to enter through the back kitchen entrance. That was fun, but the best part was they gave me a free meal for all the trouble getting in to the place.

Cool!

Then later tonight My friend Shawn and I visited the place and Shawn picked up the tab.

It's hard being thin when there is so much free food being thrown at me.

Wait a minute... Oh my Gawd!

I'm no longer thin... I'm as Tyra Banks would say...

I'm a plus size model!

That sounds better...

2008-05-18T20:21:00.000-07:00

My friend's wife is out of town and I thought we could do some manly things together, so I suggested we go see, "Iron Man!"

I discovered a 2PM showing perfect for us beause I worked last night and needed a little sleep.

Iron Man was one of my favorite comics and for a few years I even own the very first appearance of Iron Man in Tales of Suspense, but hard times means sacrafise and I sold it to survive my own adventures.

Robert Downey, Jr. as Tony Stark is a great idea, I think! He's one of my favorite personalities. I know people that thinks he's the same in every role and that he mumbles and talks too fast, but I dig the guy.

To me, he save saves movie. There's just something missing for me in the film, and I can't quite place it now. But I recommend it. I've thought a lot about it and I had a great time seeing it with my friend.

It just might be that we saw the trailer for M. Night Shyamalan's "The Happening" with Mark Wahlberg and Zooey Deschanel (she is yummy) just before "Iron Man" and sadly I was thinking of "The Happening" 20 minutes into "Iron Man" and I couldn't shake it.

Afterward we went and drank 27 Miller Lights and ate a butt load of hot wings.

It was a good day

2008-05-14T10:57:00.000-07:00

Had a dream that I was living on the Moon!

I guess there had been this ancient race of people that built a civilization just on the edge of the darkside of the moon and they left or died off.

Somehow I was transported there and lived in their airtight city.

I had a giant robot as my servant and companion. I had a cool car that I drove outside the city and onto the dark part where with my powerful headlights saw the skeletons of old dinosaurs that once lived there.

At first the dream was kinda sad. I was lonely and felt trapped. But the robot became my friend and helped make my wants and desires possible because it was great at making things.

Then I wanted a woman. I sorted through data of the type of woman I wanted. I had the robot watch movies that starred Angelina Jolie, Paulette Goddard, Ava Gardner, Faye Dunaway, Catherine Deneuve, Jennifer Connelly, Julie Christie, Jessica Biel, Ingrid Bergman, Ann Margret, Rita Hayworth, Emmanuelle Béart, and others, but after he built her the three of us had dinner and I could tell he was really into her.

I'd try to make conversation and he'd be interrupting, cockblocking and alphadogging... It was pretty pitiful.

I gave up. I let the robot have her.

Then he was never around to help me, or make things for me. At one point he even turned the oxygen off because they didn't need it. He said he just forgot to turn it on. He acted like it was a big pain to turn it on. I was suffocating! He made it sound like all I do is want, want, want and nag!

I must have been choking in my sleep because my wife woke me up at this point.

2008-05-08T08:51:00.000-07:00

In my line of work I meet a lot of pilots. For the most part they are nice and cordial but then again there are some complete dicks....

The following is an account of a line call this morning.

6:10 am (radio goes off, Aircraft 218 requesting maintenance)

me: Good morning sir, what seems to be the problem

Mr pilot: the AP (auto pilot) indicator light is pointing in the wrong direction

the AP indicator is a dummy light that shows which person has the auto pilot engaged. This one happened to be pointing to the left. It is also a dummy light it has no effect on the AP.

Me: Well it looks like avionics was working on the auto pilot last night and and perhaps put in the wrong bulb. this is not something we carry in the maintenance truck

Mr Pilot: well this is not going to do we have got to get this fixed.

me: well it is not flight critical and it is just a dummy light it is not worth taking a delay over.

Mr (now rude) pilot: Just change the bulb and we will be on our way

Me: I just said we don't carry these in the maintenance van

Mr rude pilot: then get in your van and drive back to the hanger and get one.

Me: Perhaps if you called me earlier than 5 minutes before you where to board I could have taken care of this for you.. Like i said it is not worth taking a delay over

Mr extremely rude dick head pilot: Don't you tell me how to do my job just fix the dam system.

Me: Ok then I got and idea can I see the flight can? (flight can is a log book)

I took the flight can back to the maintenance van called maintenance control and deffered the entire auto pilot system.

The look on the pilots face when I handed him back the flight can and put the inop placard on the auto pilot indicator and pulled and collared the Ap circuit breakers..... Priceless

and the flight left on time

2008-05-05T07:56:00.000-07:00

I used to be in a mariachi band..... It was call the Swinging Webos

Today is a day of important historical significance, It's Cinco de Mayo and the holiday commemorates an initial and short lived victory of Mexican forces led by General Ignacio Zaragoza Seguín over French forces in the Battle of Puebla on May 5, 1862, but more importantly it's a day I get...

DRUUUUUNNNNKKKKK!!!!

So I must start early and find a place that serves Margaritas, because I know we have no shortages of places that do.

Most of my two favorite Mexican joints are "Ningún Alcohol!"

I must start my journey for booze and Enchiladas Banderas now!

Day off

2008-05-04T12:54:00.000-07:00

I'm sure you know by now that I love, "Easy Rider" today I spent a good couple of hours watching this retrospective documentary made about the 1969 movie starring Dennis Hopper, Peter Fonda, Jack Nicholson, Luke Askew...

It's only an hour long, but my internet was slow and YouTube's not much fun when it's creeping along.

Watch it here!

2008-04-28T17:18:00.000-07:00

Yep I still get airsick..... but luckily it was on the TransSate leg of my trip home. Which is ok because their flight attendants are mean, and not very pretty.

It is embarrassing given my occupation when I am on our own SkyWest flights and I begin to get sick. But for the most part those special ladies (and sometimes guys) usually laugh and shrug it off. But I did not get sick today which was nice because Debbie (i think her name was) was working extra hard taking care of all of us. She sort of smelled liked a Sausage McMuffin which was extra cool.

Even the yoke actuator ( pilot for you none airplane types) he offered to let me ride jump seat, but I said thanks and declined. Usually I would say yes but I was tired and those jump seat are very uncomfortable.

It is 80 degrees hear at home today, might snow back in MKE......boy am I sure glad to be home.

2008-04-24T19:36:00.000-07:00

Years ago I used to be somewhat a baseball nut. It sorted of started innocently I was a kid hanging out with my grandfather who was a big Giants fan, he happen to be watching the Giants play the Dodgers; so being the punk little kid I was, I started rooting for the Dodgers.

It was a pleasant little rivalry that last for years and it provided the base for some fantastic memories. We used to go to games, watch games, and just talk about games for hours. It was all fantastic and one of my most favorite childhood memories.

He did a few years ago... along with whatever interest I had left in baseball.

Well a yesterday some of the locals dragged me to a Brewers game. I went not expecting much other than a butload of expensive beer and some semi decent overpriced hot dogs.

Well not only was the beer rather cheap my local friends made sure I never saw the bottom of my glass and after two rather delectable hot dogs I saw a fantastic game in which the Brewers won the Philles in a 5-4 nail bitter.

All in all I had a great time and enjoyed myself, and sometime in the 5th inning a felt a nice pleasant shiver. It may have been nothing or it may have been the beer, but I couldn't help but feel that my grandpa was their with me beer in hand cheering on the second home run of the game.

2008-04-22T09:46:00.000-07:00

The week shoots by like a drive by. I sleep not at all and work comes quick. Okay... Maybe I screwed up when I said that I thought Dakota Fanning was Hot a few weeks back... I was thinking of Famka Jansen when I said it. Both got odd, but cool names. That may have been wrong, but am I wrong in thinking my niece Monica is kinda Hot? "Hot" in purely visual terms, not like "Bangable" hot...Oh forget it! I give up on you people!

My sister is not as sexy as me, so if any of you know a single chick that wants cute kids... I'm the dude! I have great seed. Because my sisiter is engaged. This is Callie and she and I share the same DNA, so it's possible that I could have beautiful babies. You could be my Natalie Portman and being a Leo, I could be your Annikin and Vader!

I ordered my Wookie costume just in time for Fresno's 123 Degree May summer!

I am so bored.... I took 2moro off. I am going to the Harley-Davidson factory to maturbate.... then I will tour the Miller Brewery for the free beer. The Brewers are playing the Philles tommrow so I will catch a game with some of the local chaps.

I have not been to a baseball game in years.... I so want to buy one of those big foam fingers.

(Even more of) what I have learned so far

2008-04-18T14:42:00.000-07:00

"Stewardesses" is the longest word typed with only the left hand and "lollipop" with your right.

The average person's left hand does 56% of the typing.

The words 'racecar,' 'kayak' and 'level' are the same whether they are read left to right or right to left (palindromes).

There are only four words in the English language that end in "dous": tremendous, horrendous, stupendous, and hazardous.

There are two words in the English language that have all five vowels in order: "abstemious" and "facetious."

Yeah, I'm bored... But it's Sunday and there is a CSI marathon on Spike TV and I think it is pretty cool! So what have I got to complain about?

Well...

I want to go home

2008-04-16T09:03:00.000-07:00

People can be so strange.

Ever have people ask you whether you've filed your Taxes yet? They're just hoping that you'll say, No, so they can "One-Up" you by saying, "I did mine Months ago!"

I absolutely hate people when they get that Holier than Thou look just because they woke up earlier than you. They look at the clock and turn to you smirking, "Well, Good Morning."

I hate that commercial where there's a hot girl with a guy and she says, "I take it because I have Genital Herpes..." And her dude pops up and goes, "...And I don't!" Like, good for you pal, rub it in! Hurt her a little more!

I hate Cops that pull you over and ask, "Do you know why I stopped you?"

Can't stand women that flip out thinking you're staring at their boobs, when you're just trying to read the text on that oh so funny t-shirt they bought at Urban Outfitters.

Okay, I'm done for now.

2008-04-15T16:52:00.000-07:00

No I have not done my taxes yet dam it!!!!

Ok that said it looks like I am getting another extension; hell I just barley sent of last years taxes sometime a couple of month a go. yea I know bla bla bla but taxes.....

Well I am hear back in MKE (Milwaukee for you non airline workers) and the weather is warmer but I miss by bike. Oh yea and my family to....

The weather is better but the work is just as hard. At least the beer is still cheap....

2008-04-10T04:47:00.000-07:00

Not sure if I did something right....or if I am being puished but I am going back to Milwaukee next monday for another few weeks.

Been really busy more to come latter.....

Heading Home.....

2008-04-01T14:24:00.000-07:00

Well my time hear in MKE is coming to end, and I am most certainly looking to heading home. A few of the MKE boys came by the hotel and took me to the Miller Brewing Factory which was really cool. Over the years I have drank enough of their fine product so I was quit impressed to see where it all came from. Latter then we drove over and saw Lake Michigan which the thing I found most impressive there, was that Milwaukee dumps over 1 billion tons of raw sewage a year into that lake which ironically is one of Chicago's main sources of drinking water....wow that explains so much.

So anyway back at the hotel for a little nap then off to the hanger to help out one last night. Then about 6am 2moro if all goes well I will hope on a flight and head home with a 45 minute lay over in Denver. Hopefully I will be pulling the jeep into the driveway about 12:30 and be on my motorcycle and riding hard by 1...

So long to the delicious chocolate chip cookies which are quite addicting... and hello again ton the stale pretzels.

Yawnsense

2008-03-31T02:50:00.000-07:00

How many times have you heard a person you consider to be exceptionally ignorant talk about how stupid people are? Me, too. But I don't sweat hypocrisy. It's perfectly normal behavior…rationale most often occuring as a desperate countermeasure deployed after the fact. Act instinctually, then scramble for some kind of reason. That's how it typically goes—especially if you're one of those twenty-somethings with your barstool psychology that insists on explaining the living crap out of everything.

"See, I think the reason that I whatever is because when I was a kid, my dad used to cut a hole in my ribs and bang it and ever since then I’ve had this thing about EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE and sorry I freaked dude I’m so glad we had this talk right on."

The majority of us like to believe that we're in some minority as intelligent, well-meaning and honorable folk. We like to believe that everybody else is stupid, selfish, malicious, conniving and careless. But most everybody else believes the very same thing. By definition, then, it stands to reason that most of us are sorely mistaken.

And that's the whole problem with the 'Us versus Them' mentality…there is no 'them'.

This is why I have to laugh when I hear people talk about taking "the high road". Yeah. I tried that once. There was nobody else on it and I was bored to fucking tears. Seems to me it's primarily only used when one wants to create an illusion of superiority and invincibility. It's a complete farce, like some shithead going on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on about how such and such doesn't bother them.

Right. Then shut the hell up, already.

I'll still use it every now and then if a situation calls for sheer obstinacy, but mostly I prefer to talk shit and am okay with being a creep like everybody else, only not because I won't sit here and pretend like I'm not a judgmental prick which I guess puts me in one of those minorities, too only not and now I’m getting confused, so bye.

2008-03-30T06:51:00.000-07:00

Yesterday ventured out of the hotel after I woke up and found a cool second hand music shop. I picked up Don Letts, "The Clash: Westway to the World" on DVD and really traveled back in time.

I had such a great time with that documentary I am so glad I still have all my CDs of The Clash.

They must have been my favorite band at that moment, they really influenced me, I realize that now after all those memories of playing them came rushing back as I watched this movie.

I'm hoping I will see, "The Future is Unwritten" soon!

While watching some videos, I distinctly remember sitting alone in my car after a breaking up with a girl, wondering how life would ever get better and listening to "Train in Vain" for the first time.

2008-03-27T06:47:00.000-07:00

These MKE boys are hardcore...... they are busten ass and greatly under appreciated. But they are getting the job done. I hope there contract is extended or the suits can find them something else if the MW contract goes byby....

But I can't stand the snow and I miss my motorcycle... I hear it's great riding weather back home.

why....

2008-03-18T14:12:00.000-07:00

When something breaks down....or a base is understaffed why can it not be in Florida, Costa Rica, Hawaii, or perhaps Cabo San Lucas.....but no, I get to spend two weeks in Milwaukee in the middle of winter.

...Getting to Know Me

2008-03-08T14:16:00.000-08:00

THE WAY MY LIFE WORKS

- When I have a great tan, am dressed to the nines and have been religious about keeping up with my workout and diet regimen, I will not run into anyone that I know. When I've put on weight, am pale as a ghost and am wearing clothes that are years out of style, I will run into numerous people who I haven't seen in years.

- My relationship with my daughter can be playful, loving and sweet 95% of the time, but if we have a knock-down, drag out, voices raised, tear-inducing fight, it will ALWAYS occur the night before they go to their mom's for the weekend, making it their final memory of me before they come home.

- The plumbing in my house will fail around the same time the TV remote breaks and all of our cars are in need of repair

- I seem to only find friendly flight crews when I am covered in grease and smelling like Jet A.

BAD THINGS THAT HAVE HAPPENED TO ME

- In two separate long-term relationships I have been caught with porn in the VCR. That's always a fun one to explain. I'm not a porn addict or anything, just very forgetful

- At a previous job I had one of those things occur that I always thought only happened on TV. I had just finished leaving a voicemail for one of the project managers when I immediately proceeded to bitch and complain to my coworkers both about this woman herself and the team of losers that she managed. My neighbors freely joined in the conversation. Then I realized I hadn't hung up the phone completely and all of our conversation had been left on the sales manager's voicemail.

- I once let my then-girlfriend talk me into writing a nasty letter to my class reunion committe because they had neglected to send me an invitation to the class reunion (this was the year following my graduation). Turns out, nobody really got formal invitations, it was just kind of word of mouth. Anytime you write a nasty letter it's probably best to throw it out as opposed to sending it. Even if you're in the right, the chances of the recipient saying, "Boy, that's a good point, I've been wrong all along" are pretty low. Nearly 15 years later, I still cringe when I think about having sent that letter.

DEEP DARK SECRETS

- I get a little upset when I think that anyone who I'm really close friends with makes more money than I do

- Related to the above, my wife and I have a bad habit of disparaging others good fortune. For example, a couple we are close friends with live in a beautiful home that is nearly twice the size of ours. We can never describe their house to others without saying something to the effect of, "Their house is great, IF you don’t mind living way out in the boonies".

- I don't think you ever truly get over someone who dumps you 100%. If I ever want to put myself in a bad mood, I think about my high school sweetheart, who I dated for about 4 years, being with other dudes

- Sometimes when I can't find a towl I will wipe my hands on our dog......

...(Some of) What I've Learned So Far

2008-02-22T17:30:00.000-08:00

Everybody sort of has bad breath. With some people you just notice it from further away.

It is always a pleasant surprise to discover that someone has left behind a newspaper or magazine in the large bathroom stall at the hanger.

Having a larger than average proboscis results in people telling you that you look a lot like (in this order) Sean Penn/Ralph Fiennes/Julian Lennon.

Men who claim not to be attracted to Pamela Anderson are covering up for the fact they know she wouldn't go out with them even if she wasn't famous.

There is likely a cause and effect relationship between:

A) Not getting enough attention from your parents during childhood and
B) Being really into karaoke as an adult.

It is unmanly to not have an at least conversational knowledge of all major professional sports. But if you can recite the starting line-ups of every team in the NBA, you probably need to get a life.

The first sign you have entered the "no longer relevant" stage of your life is discovering that you are unfamiliar with the majority of bands on the current Billboard Top 100 chart. For example, Hoobastank, apparently, is a musical group, not what I caught from the receptionist at my last job.

It is stupid, when discussing your favorite sports team or political party, to refer to them as "we". As in "We have a much better defense this year" or "We should win this election in a landslide". If you haven't been invited to any of the meetings, it's "them", not "we".

It occurs to me that I have lived during the period of a major cultural shift in our society. Today, I would likely find it icky to discover that a woman had a lot of hair "down there". Yet, when I first started having sex, this was pretty much the norm and I never gave it a second thought.

In general, people look silly when they dance.

No matter how happy you are in your current relationship, and no matter how many years have passed, it is always upsetting to imagine any of your ex-girlfriends giving some other guy a blowjob.

The fear many women have about their man being unfaithful is unfounded. If your man was truly so attractive that he frequently found himself in the position of having to turn down offers of sex from beautiful women, chances are he wouldn't be going out with you in the first place

People who drive "raised" trucks or SUVs are, by and large, dickwads.

2008-02-11T19:35:00.000-08:00

Over the years I have become a somewhat accomplished mechanic….I have fixed semi-trucks, cars, Home improvement projects, and I am currently employed as a commercial aviation mechanic. (Not a bad way to make a living if you like working for peanuts, handy wipes, and a cup of coffee). But there is one thing which my hands and my mechanical mind have yet to tame.

My garage door opener.

Yes for the past year or so it has put up a valiant yet stubborn fight, a test of wills so to speak which finally came to full steam on this cold morning.

As I was pulling into the garage after yet a lovely graveyard shift at ye old United Express Carrier the garage door stopped in it's tracks sort of mid way up…… almost as if to sneer and be little me. In its taunting way it refused to open yet once again daring me to do something…….

As I begin to feel my temper swell (my temper is a beast from my past whom I have learned to control somewhat) I slid under the sneering door and hit the manual realize and flung the demon possessed door into the upright open position. Then with hesitation before the door could fight back I flung open my MATCO toolbox and reached for the 5lb "dead blow: hammer and beat the satanic garage door opener into small pieces!!!!!

And in one last defiant moment I through the pieces in the Green Waste can…ha ha ha the one specially marked for yard waste….BUYA BITHCES!!!!

Although I will have to listen to the lovely and gracious Mrs . V piss and moan for a couple of weeks until I can replace the garage door opener this momentous victory in this excoriating battle will remain epic for all man kind.

Me = winner
Garage door open = LOOSER!!!!!!

2008-02-07T08:16:00.000-08:00

Sometimes, well most of the time, I think the Universe revolves around me.

ME!

I'm such a "Zelig" wanting to please everyone and hoping everyone loves me.

ME!

Worrying whether I come off okay when I meet new people.

me...If I'm out in public and I hear a group of girls giggling behind me, I'm concerned if they're laughing at me. If someone is watching a movie I love and they say, "I hate this film!" I sometimes take it personally, as if I made the movie. If I see the Cops in my rearview mirror with lights flashing, I breakout in cold sweat thinking it's about me.

Me?

Many years ago there was a young girl I was so in love with. She was so beautiful and wonderful. Everyone thought we were going to be together forever. One night after a Talking Heads concert we made love and the morning came too soon and I had to go to work. I was so happy! I realized I left a tape and started back to her place, I stepped up on her porch and started to ring the bell, but through an open window I heard her crying. Bawling! Loud gasping sobs!

I stopped.

Weird thoughts raced through my head.

I thought she was crying because she felt bad for having made love to me. Maybe it was so horrible to her she couldn't stand what she had done.

I raced back to my car. I was shaking. Went to work. Pushed the feelings I had for her, the pain I was feeling, the idea I wasn't worthy, buried them all deep down inside me.

I didn't call her. I never saw her again. Didn't return her calls. Didn't open her cards or letters.

All that time passed and the pain fades and we move on and I get an email...A nice email from her. She's married to a great guy. She's got kids. She's got a great career. We're happy for each other then I find this happening:

She writes, "The last time I saw you, after we had such a beautiful time, the most horrible horrible thing happened to me, my mother died and then when I needed you most I couldn't find you and I never heard from you again."I thought she was crying about me that morning, but she had checked her messages after I left for work and learned her mother died in a car crash. Because of my insecurities some possibly great journey hit a detour. I crashed the car. I smothered a loving and giving heart. I destroyed something good.

Whoa is "Me".....

Supper Friggen Tuesday

2008-02-05T21:10:00.000-08:00

Is it possible that you're being just a wee melodramatic? I think it's been proven at least fifty-whatever times over that the country is not going to burn to the ground regardless who's running it.

Is that overly simplistic?

Yes, because it seems to me that the details amount to little more than false or broken promises made by people who just want to get in our pants. In that respect, the "issues" are widely ineffectual, I'd say.

None of them care one salty lick about your butt. They just want to keep their jobs (or get better ones). Me? I don't particularly care for either side, honestly.

In fact, I feel that the very existence of these "teams" is far more damaging than either of them winning. To hell with church and state…a separation of sports and politics would be time better spent, I think.

Feeding on brand loyalty makes politico bullshitting that much easier, and I don't buy that either side exacerbates the polarization any more than the other.

All commission reports, alleged facts, transparent propaganda and partisan crap aside: Over the last many years, I see a platform built almost entirely of defensive posturing from Democrats. From the Republicans, I see assertion and defined perspective. Whether or not I agree with those views is immaterial (again, absolute alignment is not my bag)...that's simply why I think that they're winning.

No. I'm afraid they all lie.

Dishonesty is not party-specific. What bothers me most is how much breath is wasted by bullshit artists proclaiming that how one votes is not the issue, but that one does. You were lying and you know it because record numbers of people did come out to vote—just as you asked—but you didn't get the result you wanted so now you're spewing hatred, insults and disrespecting the validity of a difference of opinion.

I can understand the disappointment, but these temper tantrums are not helping your cause in the least. It is my opinion that you serve the division even more severely this way.

All that said I voted for the mormon fellow......

2008-01-31T00:32:00.000-08:00

You know me, I don't like to be gross, but...I was reading, "The Making of Star Wars: The Definitive Story Behind the Original Film" by J.W. Rinzler at my favorite IHOP on highway 99 where Jessica the waitress all the freaks, truckers and cowboys love, works. Great book so far! Big, too big almost while trying to eat the Five Star Breakfast around it. Just great great stuff in there.

So I'm driving away and I start getting that rumble in the Bronx in my gut. I have to go to the bathroom in the biggest way. Serious pain!

A bit about me....I can't stand using the Public Anything, let alone a toilet.

This is an emergency! I pull over to a Quick-Stop and find the can. I go in and it's like you might imagine; Filthy!

In the corner the cleaning crew have left some off brand can of Lysol, so I grab it and spray down the toilet seat and reach for a paper towel. NO TOWELS! Good to know. I begin pulling toilet paper off the roll like I'm trying to start a chainsaw and wad it up to wipe off the seat.

Even though it's about 50 Degrees outside, sweat is dripping off my face.

I feel the seat is as close to sanitized as it will ever be and quickly sit and unload. I mean an explosive bomb is dropped. Not messy. Solid. Slightly painful because of it's brick-like shape. Corners. I feel it as it shoots out like a bar of soap. Porcelain cracking force.

Instantly I feel so good!

There is a knocking at the door. Some dude needs in in a bad way, I guess. I reach to wipe and find only about three sheets of paper left after using so much before. Oh My GAWD!!!I am in a panic and the guy outside keeps jiggling the knob. I fear he's going to get the store manager who'll key his way in on me.

Just then I remember in my pocket is a moistened wipe from one of the planes I worked on the night before. I'll use it! I do.

There must be alcohol in the wipe cause my ass lips begin to burn and shrivel up.

I'm up, pants up and ready when I notice it's one of those toilets that use a motion detector to flush. It should flush by now.

Guy at door now pounding!

I'm waving my hand furiously over the motion sensor! Holy Crap, It's not working and there's no handle to push. Dude's gonna walk in and see this mess I've left.

I decide to wash my hands. Maybe it's on some sort of delay. I'm watching and watching. Waiting.

Damn, NO TOWELS!!!

Oh who cares at this point? Let them see this mess I've made. I'm a MAN. That's right, I did that! Everybody POOPS!

Suddenly it flushes!

Yay!!!

Then ever so slowly as I'm unlocking the door with wet hands, I see the water spilling over the side as it overflows.

The guy, "'Bout time, thought you'd died in there... yuk, yuk..."I casually walk through the store, open the door and run to my car!

.... A Defense of Celibacy

2008-01-15T12:50:00.000-08:00

Things They Don't Teach, But Should, in Sex Ed:

When you have a toddler he will naturally be drawn to your computer keyboard, which can lead to an accidental reactivation of a long-dormant AOL account, leaving you with several hundred dollars in non-recoverable fees.

2007-12-25T06:30:00.000-08:00

Jesus Christ! It's Christmas!!!

Get your ass out of bed and see what Santa got you!

I hope you have a great day. To all of my coworkers whom have to work today, fly safe, stay safe, and peace be with you. hear is to working with you another year.....

If there is a regiftable item you got and are thinking of taking back, why not do something cool instead and put it in your car and while driving around, if you see some stranger that might enjoy it better... Give it to someone that will appreciate it more and freak them out with your kindness!

Be Good!

2007-11-02T09:25:00.000-07:00

Not much new to say..... working alot, two c-checks (not that many of you know what that means) but no additional manpower. Lots of over time...getting burned out. Need vaction soon

Cold, wet, and the nights seem to never end.....but I like my job.

Soccer season is over, so no more coaching. (whew, thank god)

They opened a WinCo in town, it is the first in this area..... I went shopping with my wife there and had fun, what a cool store that is..... wow how boring am I.

2007-10-29T08:10:00.000-07:00

I should get my videocamera! I've been noticing a lot of little things lately. Like the way I sleep. I sleep on my left side, all curled up. I take a bit of the top edge of the blanket and scrunch it up into a roll and hold it with a clenched fist. I put some of the blanket and sheet between my legs, because for some reason I can't stand my upper inner thighs touching each other. I have to make sure that my bare feet don't stick out from under the blankets.

I'm a 31 year old man who still thinks a vampire is going to bite my toes if they stick out. I've got this routine down after all these years.

After a hot shower, I trim my nails while they are soft from the steam. I do my fingers first and then the toes. I trim them by putting the toilet seat down and putting my hands or feet over the bowl. I do this so that the trimmings are easily flushed away with no messy cleanup. Someone needs to invent a thing not unlike a grass catching attachment on a lawn mower, that catches those nail clippings that shoot off at unpredictable angles at the velocity of a armor piercing bullet. Nothing feels fresher than having trimmed fingernails and toenails. Nothing snags as my socks slide easily over my feet.

Socks are the first thing I put on my nude powdered body. Then my boxers are pulled up slowly and suggestively until the journey ends with a pelvic thrusts that flips my junk up and over the elastic band into the free fall area of boxer bliss (this is done in a very sexual but manly manner). At which point I shout, "Slam Dunk!"

Then I take my Arm and Hammer deodorant that smells baking soda fresh, and spend the next 5 to 10 minutes applying numerous coats to my underarms. A t-shirt is next. I like to grab it by the shoulders and give it an Indiana Jones bullwhip flip and snap to shock and terrify any wrinkles that think that they're there to stay. Sometimes however a slight miscalculation can land the bullwhip snap right on my manberries. That can ruin the day! When and if that happens, I usually just crawl right back into bed and sleep it off for a few hours.

Then I take a my jeans, that have been hanging overnight on the back of a chair to prevent wrinkles, and I hold them up to inspect possible fraying of the threads or maybe stains from sitting in something the day before, but I also sniff the crotch and butt area to see if I can get an extra days wear out of them. Sometimes depending on the weather or what I've eaten, I can go up to 3 or 4 weeks without smelling anything too bad.

I take my boots, give them a good sniff, and shake any possible spiders or scorpions out of them before slipping my feet into them. I may take a few minutes to load my pockets up with quarters for thesoda machine, cinnamon mints for my fresh breath, 3 or 4 various flavors of chapstick, my keys, some wet naps in case I eat some barbecue, a penlight flashlight, a lighter, my wallet, my lucky marble, a phone number of a girl that I met in a record store and I'm afraid of throwing away even though it's 3 years old and the ink has faded and the paper is torn. I rub the soft crinkled and crumpled paper with my hand in my pocket like Lenny rubbing the fur of a dead mouse in, "Of Mice and Men."

I pour over the dozens of designer sunglasses I have collected and choose one, (my prescrition ones) the same one I wear every day, yet I still have to look at all my sunglasses before picking the one I've fallen into a rut with.

I'm about to head out and start a fantastic day... After turning the radio off only on a positive word and touching the door knob 3 times and locking it twice, I am free and clear and ready to accept all success and wealth and fame that flows to me in avalanches of abundance.

...Ideas

2007-10-15T02:53:00.000-07:00

Good Idea:

My wife taking my not-so-subtle hint about what I wanted for my birthday and getting me great, plaza-level seats to a San Diego Chargers game

Unforeseen Circumstance:

Being seated next to the drunkest human being I have ever seen on Planet Earth (which I say not for effect or humorous exaggeration, but because I have truly never witnessed anyone in person who was this intoxicated – a level to which can only be achieved by a true alcoholic who has the tolerance to keep drinking well past the point where the average person would have long before passed out).

Bad Idea:

Deciding that out of all the possible scenarios for dealing with this situation (ignoring him, complaining to stadium management, trying to look for different seats, etc.) “trying to keep up with him drink-for-drink so he wouldn’t seen as annoying” was the best one.

Good Idea:

Having arranged for a babysitter beforehand.

... High School Redux

2007-06-21T18:15:00.000-07:00

I've had this fantasy lately about getting the chance to do high school all over again. I was one of those classic underachievers: The type of student who had the intelligence to prosper in the classroom, but due to a complete lack of interest in homework or studying, consistently found myself on the brink of failure. I exasperated my parents and an infinite number of teachers over the years, all of who could see I had the potential to thrive in school if only I would put forth the effort. Part of me wants to blame it on the school system which, as designed, seems set up to kill any desire anyone could possibly have in learning. Seriously, who in their right mind decided it was logical to expect teenagers to spend 7 hours a day stuck in a classroom, only to be told to then spend several *more* hours at home working on the same material?

The hole in that theory, of course, is that there are many students who do just fine in a traditional school setting, which points the finger back in my direction. Part of my problem, and this is something I still struggle with, was that I had the bad habit of being a "pleasure first, responsibility later" type. Regardless of how much homework I came home with or whether or not a big test was coming up, if a new issue of "Rolling Stone" came in the mail or a good episode of "The Fresh Prince" was on, that came first. If there was time left over for schoolwork, so be it, but it was never my top priority. It also took me a long time (well after high school) to understand that challenging myself, doing something that was difficult for me and overcoming the obstacle, could be a pleasurable experience. Instead of buckling down and putting extra effort into the classes I struggled with like math and science, I instead focused my energy on the subjects that came naturally to me, like History. If I sat down to work on my math homework and didn't understand how to do the problems at first glance, I just wouldn't do them, period. It never occurred to me that if I just persisted and didn't give up I would eventually get the concept.

Then there were the normal teenage issues that distracted me from my schoolwork. Namely, obsessing over when I would finally get to see a girl naked somewhere other than Cinemax at Night.

It just seems like I completely wasted my high school years by not putting forth the effort I was capable of. I suppose things turned out ok for me anyway, but it would have been nice to have been in the position of choosing between a variety of prestigious colleges to attend instead of having my choice limited to the few where I barely met the minimum entrance requirements. Part of the reason I've been consumed with this is because my job puts me in a postion where I constantly see high school age kids and young adults exiting planes, which always seems to serve as a reminder of my own high school failures.

I wish I had the chance to give high school another shot with the maturity and diligence I've developed as an adult. I'm convinced I could be an "A" –student, even in the subject that are tough for me like science and math, if I put forth the effort, stayed focused and remained persistent.

Or I could just be deluding myself.

A couple days ago I arrived early to pick up a friend who was a teacher at a local high school. Seeing me outside, the teacher was kind enough to invite me in while he finished teaching his class. I thought it might be fun to try to follow along with his lesson. The problem he had written on the screen didn't look so hard at first glance, but in short order I was totally confused by the numerous variables, a graph with lines I couldn't comprehend, positive and negative numbers being subtracted and added to each other according to rules I didn't understand. I didn't feel too bad though, because I knew this instructor taught classes of varying levels of difficulty. I figured I must have wondered in during an advanced class like Trigonometry or Calculus. To confirm, I inquired after the bell rang what class I had just witnessed.

"Those were my freshman. That was Algebra I."

I'm back

2007-06-17T01:59:00.000-07:00

I didn't add anything to the pot of dough "Fantastic Four" brought in this weekend.

I haven't seen "Fantastic One" or "Fantastic Three" so I imagine I'd be lost watching "Four."

Spent time doing that thing when you get older where you walk around a part of town you've lived for years and talk about what this store or that store used to be before it was a Starbucks, or whatever.

Have you noticed the demise of local record stores? How sad is that? Not that I've shopped for music lately, but I think if it all goes away, I'll miss flipping through the bins looking for something good.

Stopped into an old favorite record store and almost all the music is gone and they're selling clothes.

When will clothes be replaced by technology?

2006-06-01T13:22:00.000-07:00

Ever have conversations like this:

You: Hey, did you see that thing on the Discovery Channel?
Them: You know, I don't have time for TV.

Or :You: Have you heard that new song by, "Insert Band Name Here"...?
Them: Ah, I don't listen to music.

Or: You: Did you read that blog...?
Them: I never read blogs.

Or: You: What about that e-mail I sent you?
Them: Man, you have no idea what it's like for me, I get so many e-mails I don't even read them, I just delete them.

Or: You: There's this stripper at VIP that is so...
Them: Yeah, Not only do I not go to strip clubs, I don't like women.

Or: You: Hey this movie opens tomorrow, want to go?
Them: Saw it two weeks ago at the premiere.

Or: You: Oh, my niece's baby is still in Intensive Care and it's already been three days...
Them: Sorry, Were you talking?

Or: You: You're saying, the repairs are only gonna cost me $200?
Them: Yes.....

Them: (later) The total, with tax, labor and some other things (garbled) comes to... $1750.

This is what I deal with almost daily.

Everyone somehow tries to top you, put you down, condescend, ignore you, make fun of you, rip you off... It's like everyone in this worl has been slighted because they're not as powerful at work as they believe they should be, they've been passed on the freeway by a more powerful gas guzzler, they aren't getting what their religion is promising them, they feel they better take advantage of you, before you can take advantage of them.

Wouldn't be so bad if I could come home and crawl into your arms and hide away with you in the dim flickering candle light... But I don't know where you are.

Bla Bla Fucking Bla

2006-05-30T09:41:00.001-07:00

Don't you hate it when your friends become successful? Nothing a sucks more than when you hear from friends telling you about how wonderful their life is. I don't think it's because my life is so bad, or that I'm envious, or jealous, I just feel embarrassed for them.

When my life is going great, and believe me there have been a few moments, fleeting as they were, where my life was pretty good, I don't think I shouted from the rooftops about how swell everything was. I would be embarrassed to do that!

But it is funny, that I have no qualms about telling everyone how depressed or miserable I am. It is true that misery loves company!

Ever notice when you are hanging around your group of miserable friends, just hanging out talking about how horrible everything is and you decide to go out and do something different, they find excuses for you not to go? It's like some freaky bird nest and they don't want you to fly.

There used to be this bar that I frequented, where there was about eight of us guys and two women who were regulars. We were all pretty miserable, but everyone was a very funny. There was one guy who was pretty fat. I mean, he was fucking huge! And he was the funniest one of us all. His name is Ben. Out of the blue he just disappeared. We just never saw him for a long stretch of time. There were rumors that he moved away. But nothing was substantiated. One night he walked in and bought us all drinks. He looked completely different. He was groomed, better dressed and had lost about 300 lbs..

Margaret worked for a very succesful lawyer as secretary and was a complete drunk. She used to hate Ben and call him names and make fat jokes about him, but when he lifted up his Abercrombie and Finch T-shirt so she could touch his tanned washboard abs, she fell to the floor. Falling to the floor was nothing new to Margaret, as she did it often, but it was usually because she was completely drunk.

This time however it was because she realized if she had been nicer to him all along she might have had a chance getting this new Adonis in bed. He introduced us to his new girlfriend who was a workout trainer to several soap opera actresses. She was blonde and beautiful. She went to the car to bring in an mockup of the cover art to her new workout DVD that he was producing for her. We asked him what brought on all this change and he told us that he had been cast in a comedy role in a U.S.C. student film that his little brother was working on. There was a scene where his character is sitting on a couch watching TV in an apartment. When he went to sit on the couch, it broke and one of the legs poked a hole in the floor. Everyone on the set laughed at him and even though it was an accident it was used in the film.

He said that if it had been in the script, it probably wouldn't have bothered him and he would have done it, but because it was the way he really was, it hurt him. And it hurt him when everyone in his family got a copy of it. As weeks and months went by we heard about how things were going with him. He and his girlfriend got married. They traveled the world. He produced a movie that he acted in. And they had twins. He was somewhere else and we were still right here.

Lost Dog

2006-05-24T20:11:00.000-07:00

Saw this sad Missing Dog poster...It looks like a cuter version of the Taco bell dog, but one without a sponsor. I bet his family misses him.

I hope he is found, but I fear it may be too late as this poster was next to a Panda Express that is located next to a Mexican place and they both are battling for customers.

The fact that it is a Mexican dog, well...

It's turf war, people.

There was a story years ago about a German Diner next to an Arab family restaurant and they hated each other! They fought daily over parking space. Slowly, Arab family members began disappearing and it was discovered that one of the suppliers of meat to the Arab joint was a cousin of the German family.

He had been killing people and putting them in with the meats they served! For years this was going on! They were eating their own family members!

It's best not to read the News.

2006-05-04T13:27:00.000-07:00

I was brushing my teeth Yesterday and I heard a sound that sounding like a fish slapping around on the floor. I looked down and it was my belly jiggling and slapping the edge of the sink.
I couldn't believe it. I've gained so much weight and fat.

I turned to my full length mirror and did a turn around to notice, "Back-Fat"! I hadn't noticed it before, because everyone know the color Black hides fat and the hair on my back is Black.
I began drinking my Cayenne Pepper/Maple Syrup Drink like there was no Tomorrow.
Today I see that my pants still fit fine, so that through me off, but my gut completely hangs over the belt and front pockets. I have to grab a bit of flesh and lift to get my car keys out of my pocket. I never noticed that before.

I was always afraid of throwing up, but since I had the Flu I kind of got used to it. I know bulimics have trouble with the enamel coming off their teeth and turning them funny colors, so I bought some Whitestrips to put over my teeth before I puke. That's thinking ahead!

I hope I lose a lot of weight today before I head over to The Village Pizzeria in the later this afternoon.

I've got my priorities.

Neil Young Is coming to Fresno!!!!!!

2006-05-03T07:51:00.000-07:00

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Flight 93

2006-04-23T09:50:00.000-07:00

I have some reasons why I'm concerned about the new movie, "United 93" but I'm not going to go into them.

I will say, I have a problem with corporations profiting from the tragedy of 9-11. (just look no further than th oil corportions)

I enjoy disaster films like the next guy, but feel some time should pass before someone makes a film on this, like maybe the time it took to make, "Titanic."

Documentaries are a different thing, I believe, if they try to uncover some truth as to who to blame.

Maybe this will be well made and everyone working on it had their heart in the right place, but we live in a world where the News is sponsored and every channel has a reality show and everyone is punked with a hidden camera and it's all fun and games and we laugh at the fools who are hurt and the camera in the nosecone of the smart missile makes all the people that are about to be taken from their families and friends look like funny little ants...

...Where are you and why can't I see you and why can't I feel you hold me?

Man; dinner was good I am stuffed.....

2006-04-21T22:02:00.000-07:00

..... So I am an ass......

Read this blog...it's only a little shitty

2006-04-20T07:06:00.000-07:00

With talks of a Spice Girls reunion tour and the greatly anticipated (insert sarcasm hear) Michael Jackson album that is in the works; is it any wonder why the music industry is in it's sixth year declining sales.

In a more positive note, well at least to me I pissed myself with excitement when I heard the Neil Young is releasing a new album soon. Metal Folk???? I can already tell I'll like it... As for the anti Bush and anti war tones of the album I can defiantly understand the discontent. For I make no bones about I do regret voting for Bush a second time and think he is a complete fucking idiot.

As for the new album Living with War..... I can hardly fucking wait!!!!!

What the fuck???????

2006-04-18T22:27:00.000-07:00

You know I miss the good old days when Tom Cruise was a mega Hollywood star, with a seemingly normal outlook on life. He wasn't a card carrying member of the left wing nut job society like the George Clooney's, Whoopi Goldberg's, Sean Penn's and the otherhalf – caff, caramel latte sipping, snot nosed, silver spoon fed,Pre-Madonna morons.

Remember the good old movies, like Risky Business, All TheRight Moves, Top Gun, Rain Man, Days of Thunder and my personal favorite A Few Good Men? Now those were good movies.

Heck I even liked Cruise in Mission Impossible I, the sequel Mission Impossible II and I will more than likely go see Mission Impossible III.

But man has he fallen out of the fruit tree or what?

Mission Impossible star Cruise vows to eat placenta after birth By Patrick Mulchrone

TOM Cruise yesterday revealed his latest bizarre mission..to eat his new baby's placenta. Cruise vowed he would tuck in straight after girlfriend Katie Holmes gives birth, saying he thought it would be "very nutritious".

The Mission Impossible star, 43, said: "I'm gonna eat the placenta. I think that would be good. Very nutritious. I'm gonna eat the cord and the placenta right there." It is the latest in a series of increasingly strange outbursts from Cruise in the run-up to the birth. News Link Here.

Yea, right, ok, yum, yum, yum, that sure sounds good. Excuse me while I go take a shit and lick the toilet bowl before flushing. I am outta here.

More mindless drival

2006-04-18T14:09:00.000-07:00

I love driving at night when there are only truckers, serial killers, and random wildlife on the road!

Something soothing about rolling the window down, sticking your head out, the rushing cool wind roaring in your ears, the stars spread out across the sky like spilled salt, and the occasional fright of being jarred awake as the car has veered off the pavement and onto the gravel shoulder, or into oncoming traffic.

There is no sleep like the sleep you get behind the wheel while going 80 mph at 4am.

You do things to keep awake. Little games. Maybe you flick the headlights off to see if the ambient night light is enough. You scan the radio to find a song that you can sing along with in your loudest voice. You zigzag between the reflectors that separate the lanes without hitting them with your tires.

You push the cigarette lighter in at ever increasing intervals to see at which point it actually will burn your flesh.

Just fun stuff to kill time on the road.

Another poverty pimping race whore

2006-04-10T15:12:00.000-07:00

Empty Apologies Mean Nothing…..So I see Cynthia "Buck Wheat" McKinney has apologized forher run in and scuffle with Capitol Hill Police last week,when she felt that she was above the law, walked around a metal detector, then supposedly punched a cop in the chest who tried to stop her.

With a grand jury investigating and little support from House colleagues, Rep. Cynthia McKinney reversed course and apologized Thursday for an altercation in which she entered a Capitol building unrecognized, refused to stop when asked by a police officer and then hit him.

"I am sorry that this misunderstanding happened at all and I regret its escalation, and I apologize," McKinney, D-Ga., said during a brief appearance on the House floor. "There should not have been any physical contact in this incident." News Link Here.

However, after having a serious dose of reality that she may very well be arrested for assaulting the officer, and deciding that playing the victim race card wasn't the brightest of things to do, her body guard supposedly got into a physical altercation and knocked elbows with a news reporter on Thursday afternoon.

A private security guard in McKinney's entourage got into a shoving match with Scott McFarlane, a reporter from WSB-TV in Atlanta, McKinney' hometown. The security guard threatened to throw the reporter's "ass in jail."

In the incident, McFarlane tried to ask McKinney, as she was ascending the East Front Steps of the Capitol, if she had spoken to a grand jury when the guard and the reporter started elbowing each other. A grand jury is deciding whether to press charges against McKinney for an altercation with a Capitol Police officer last Wednesday.

"I'm going to put your a-- in jail next time you push me," said the retired Georgia State patrolman, who was about six inches shorter than the lithe reporter.

"Sir, do you work for the Capitol Police?" asked McFarlane, to which the guard replied no."Who are you a police officer with, sir?" McFarlane asked as McKinney, the guard and an aide quickly climbed the steps. News Link Here.

I have to tell you, if I were a voter in Georgia and voted for McKinney, I would be absolutely ashamed of my ignorance and my vote for her.

McKinney is a thug, who plays the race card when she gets pigeon holed into the corner by her own doing. Let's not forget that she got caught last week, stealing tax payer money to pay for Issac Hayes to fly out to Atlanta for a dedication of a building, and now her thug body guard, throws around his weight, like he is the damn FBI or some crap…… News flash to neanderthal that is guarding McKinney…..You are no fucking better than a rent a cop security guard, who gives the Security Guard Industry a bad name.

Again, if I were the voters in McKinney's congressional district, I would be ashamed…..very, very ashamed

Hey all you wetbacks and fence hoppers...Get the FUCK OUT!!!!

2006-04-07T18:19:00.000-07:00

Time To Wake Up..... Here in the heart of the liberal wasteland, known asCalifornia, communities all across this miserable state have been inundated with protesters surrounding the Immigration bill before congress.

Now I realize that California is dependent on illegal aliens who jump the fence every year to come up and harvest the many California agriculture crops. However, what I don't understand is why the Mexican community is protesting.

The other day as I watched my local news, a news reporter interviewed a group of high school kids who had walked out of their school to march on City Hall. Not one single kid, interviewed knew what the current illegal immigration legislation before congress was about. When the reporter pressed them to test their reasoning to protest, but not know what they were protesting the kids finally admitted that they may not know what they were protesting, they were just protesting to show support for the other protesters……Hmmm, interesting to say the least.

When you protesters take to the streets, it would help if you really knew what it is you are protesting!!!!

First of all if you are an illegal alien, you are violating the law. That fact is already on the books. Secondly, if you are apprehended and you are an illegal alien, you are supposed to be deported. That is already on the books. Thirdly, if you jump the fence or swim the river to get back into the United States and are caught again, you are then arrested for a felony. That is already on the books. Sounds like a fucking know brainer....

So to everybody protesting get over it already. If I went to Mexico and demanded American rights, under the Mexican flag I would be locked up in some rat infested prison cell with some guy named Dirty Sanchez and never heard from again.

For illegals to come to America and demand rights in America under their flag shouldn't happen and hopefully won't happen.

With that said, here in lies the problem with the current illegal alien immigration legislation before congress? If anything it isn't enough.

In fact this is a prime case of too little too late. With an estimated 11 million illegal aliens here in the United States, there is no way law enforcement is going to be able to apprehend all 11 million of illegal aliens and ship them to their respective countries. The shear numbers of illegals alone will prevent that from ever happening.

There needs to be a checks and balance system at the border immediately. Our peace, freedom and liberty is at stake.

There is no way we know who is coming across the border every day. Not only are they illegals from Mexico but they are illegals from Middle East, with ties to Al-Qaida who will try to cause harm to America the first chance they get. We have the National Guard readily available, why on God's Green earth are they not down on the border supporting the Border Patrol?

So to the dumb ass politicians in Washington, DC, and especially to my wonderful two State Senators, in Barbara Boxer and Diane Feinstein, wake up and smell the Chorizo and Huevos Ranchero's.

Put the National Guard on the Border IMMEDIATELY, and then figure out a stronger, plan of action to find out who is already here in America, while our National Guard keeps anybody else from joining the block party.

And to the dumb ass protesters, get a clue to what you are protesting, and remember, if you an ILLEGAL, you have no LEGAL right to protest and you certainly have no LEGAL right to be here in America and you definitely have no LEGAL right to demand your rights!

2006-03-31T13:29:00.000-08:00

Ambien and Makers Mark is the true nector of the gods........

Not gone just bored

2006-03-23T11:03:00.000-08:00

What George Bush should have said last Tuesday...

"You can't be a Real Country unless you have a BEER and an airline - it helps if you have some kind of a football team or some nuclear weapons, but at the very least you need a BEER."

jesus fuck I am apithetic

The Port Deal

2006-02-27T05:47:00.000-08:00

Ok, folks hear it is... My long anticipated post on the Port deal with the UAE. Believe it or not I have received a few emails the past week, from my legions of loyal fans inquiring my thoughts on the Port deal with the United Arab Emirates. I should have written something about it earlier, but I really didn't know which side of the debate to join.

After some careful thoughts, here are my brilliant opinions on the Port Deal with the UAE. The port deal is a double edged sword.

First we have a growing ally in the middle east in the UAE. They allow us to run many of our military operations out of their region. You and I both know that the battle in the middle east is going to last for decades, no matter how much the democrats cry over this fact.

After Iraq, we will have to deal with Iran and or Syria and in all likelihood we will have to deal with Hamas at some point. So having an Arab ally like the UAE is a great asset on our part.

However, knowing that radical Islamic fascist from the UAE helped finance and plan the 9-11 attack really concerns me. Granted not everybody in the UAE is cut from the same mold as the terrorist funding extremist, but I guess it is a case of guilt by association.

The USA military, Coast Guard and Government have said that all personnel hired by the UAE and not of American citizenship, or from America will have to undergo work visa background checks. The USA will still control what comes in and out of our ports and what to inspect and what not to inspect.

In a round about way the only thing that is changing is the name on the top of the checks that the employees receive, meaning that instead of a British firm now, it will be a UAE firm. On a workplace perspective I know that the UAE is very anti-union. I have heard that there are very few if not any unions in the UAE. Not that I really care for unions either.

Now this raises an alarm as to why the Democrats are so fit to be tied, seeing as how their campaigns are always financed by union money. The Long Shoreman Unions stand to loose a lot of bargaining power if the UAE does take over the Ports. I can see the UAE making everybody put in applications again. By law they have the right to do that, seeing as they are the ones in charge of signing employee paychecks.

So my gut tells me that the Long Shoreman have approached the Democrats and demanded that they act because the Long Shoreman stand to loose substantial clout both politically and financially as employees of an UAE business.

With all that said, as sad as I hate to admit it, and sound like a racists, I think the UAE deal has serious problems. I don't like it. If the UAE were to take over the ports that it wants, there would be just one too many ways for something bad to happen or for something to get smuggled into our Ports if a terrorist sympathizing worker from the UAE turns his head. But then I am reminded of Tim McVeigh and OK City. I guess what bothers me the most is the lack of an American owned company that "can" and is willing to take over port operations.

While I see a sincere problem in having a Muslim country run our port operations I also see a bigger problem in losing a genuine ally in the war on terror. So I guess I am still torn and a bit undecided on the matter.

Now with that said, if you really want to solve the problem, but ruffle the feathers of the Democrats, the government should see if Halliburton is interested in purchasing the ports.

President Bush could really corner the Democrats if he plays this card right. He can say, "Ok the UAE deal is off the table, and a United States Company, Halliburton, will be running the ports." Of course Halliburton would have to put in an offer to purchase the port rights.

The democrats would have no recourse because they would be boycotting an American Company from running American Ports, and they would be essentially be talking out of both sides of their mouths, since they don't want the UAE to take over, then who would they want?

And we all know how much the Democrats hate Halliburton. After all Halliburton is the root of all that is evil and all that is purely sin, in the eyes of the Democrats who do nothing but keep their eyes closed to begin with.

Bathrooms, reading, and pain

2006-02-24T16:15:00.000-08:00

Today I threw my back out and bruised my ribs.

I'm not ashamed to tell you my favorite times of the day are when I can sit down with a good book, like James Bradley's Fly Boys and go to the bathroom.

I love reading on the toilet! You should know that before borrowing a book from me.

Being a germ phobic person, everything must be cleaned; I open my plastic bottle of LYSOL Brand Sanitizing Wipes and clean around the seat. Sometimes I dry the seat with a dry lint free cloth, but today I figured my ass could use some sanitizing as well, so I plopped down on to the still moistened seat.

I then completely slipped off the seat because it was as slick as butter. Hit the wall, slammed my back into the toilet roll dispenser and got wedged between the toilet and wall. My pants around my ankles, the book and ass on the floor with the wind knocked out of me, but yet I'm all clean!

Another day in paradise

2006-02-22T21:31:00.000-08:00

Dear Dumb Ass Person Behind the Register in The Not-As-Evil Discount Department Store:

I can smell your crotch, your breath, your pits, your ass, and your feet. Sorry to bust your bubble, but the odors do not magically blend into something palateable. Spraying what I'm fairly certain is off-brand Febreeze on your failed-the-sniff-test clothing doesn't cut it either. Filth is not a fashion statement. Go take a bath and run a load of laundry before I beat you senseless with this bag of "Cap'n Mateys" ghetto cereal.

More on the relegion of peace

2006-02-21T15:45:00.000-08:00

Islam is a religion, which interprets kindness as weakness and by calling for a Palestinian state in the aftermath of September 11th, the only signal Bush sent to the Moslem world was that "terrorism works, we are winning the jihad, allah is giving us the victory, America is making concessions out of fear."

We are expected to pretend that none of this has anything to do with the politics of Arab oil and the economics of petrol dollars recycled through the banks of London and New York.

We are expected to forget that 18 months prior to September 11th, Vladimir Putin warned Tony Blair that the Islamic terrorism he was fighting in Chechnya would soon arrive in the West and that the western position towards Serbia, who was fighting the Islamic Kosovo Liberation Army, backed by Al Qaeda, was unbalanced when Blair and Clinton intervened militarily on the side of the Moslems in defiance of the NATO treaty, which only allows intervention when a NATO country is attacked.

We are also expected to forget that prior to September 11th, the Israeli Government had repeatedly warned the White House that the Islamic terrorism they live with would soon become a reality in the American mainland, whilst Bush held a Ramadan celebration in the White House and failed to attack Kandahar and Kabul to kill bin Laden and Mohammed Omar before they were able to escape, for fear of offending the oil interests and their House of Saudi partners. No-one enjoys the death of civilians, but the priority of the Western governments must be the lives of their own citizens.

We are expected to believe that it could have nothing to do with the oil interests who control the Bush White House, that America limited its response to September 11th to Afghanistan instead of launching air strikes against Yemen, Libya, Iraq and the Bekka Valley of Lebanon and allowing the Israelis to bomb Damascus in retaliation for the assassination of an Israeli cabinet member by a Syrian based Islamic terror organization.

Despite all of this and more, Bush still states that Islam is a religion of tolerance, and political correctness says that we are expected to believe this obvious and dangerous lie.

We are expected to believe it despite the fact that in one poll, 40% of British Moslems expressed support for bin Laden. Instead of protecting British and American citizens, the way that Putin protected Russian citizens from the cancer of militant Islam, Blair and Bush reject the clear need for the mass deportation of Moslems not holding British or American citizenship and the closure of mosques funded by militantly orientated Islamic interests and governments; but would rather leave their own citizens at risk of further terrorism. "Islam", the politicians tell us, "is a religion of tolerance and peace that believes in justice".

In being expected to believe that Islam is a peaceable, tolerant and just religion, we are expected to suspend our powers of reason and to pretend that it is not an irrefutable fact that there is not a single Moslem country in the world that is an authentic democracy and that there is not a single Islamic country in the world where Christians are not persecuted. Our politicians expect us to believe their rhetoric and to accept at face value the propaganda of Moslems living in the West that their religion is not one of hostility towards the West, nor towards the Judeo-Christian faith, despite the fact that while the Saudi Arabians fund the construction of mosques all over Britain, America and elsewhere, these same heathens, who decapitate people for becoming Christians, will not allow the construction of a single church in Saudi Arabia. TOLERANCE??

These are blatant facts the Blair Government and the Bush White House expect us all to ignore.
We are expected to forget the 200,000 Christian refugees in East Timor - Islam is a religion of peace and tolerance?

We are expected to forget the 50,000 murdered in the Southern Philippines - Islam is a religion of peace and tolerance?

We are expected to forget the World Trade Centre, Lockerbie and the Pentagon - Islam is a religion of peace and tolerance?

We are expected to forget the Saudis hanging a 15 year old boy for his Christian faith while their country is under the strategic protection of America and Britain - Islam is a religion of peace and tolerance?

We are expected to forget thousands upon thousands of Moslems rioting in the streets of Britain's cities, demanding the murder of Salmon Rushdie, a British citizen, for authoring a book they didn't like - - Islam is a religion of peace and tolerance?

We are expected to forget the Islamic genocide in the Sudan and the church burnings in Nigeria - - Islam is a religion of peace and tolerance?

just as we are expected to believe that the 1000 little British girls forced into arranged marriages abroad each year has nothing to do with Islam,

we are expected to believe that the Taliban, and for that matter, the entire history of Islam, with its bloody debauchery and unspeakable oppression of human rights, which continues to this day, in one Islamic country after another, has nothing to do with Islam!

Political correctness has indeed gone mad and reason is a casualty of a misguided sense of what brotherhood and equality actually are. Now we are expected to further ignore the absolute and incontrovertible fact that in their own backward countries, Moslems uniformly deny to others the same rights and privileges they aggressively demand from Great Britain, the USA and other civilized nations.

Kanye Christ

2006-02-14T07:33:00.000-08:00

Does everybody remember Kanye West? West is the dumb ass that masquerades as a entertainer, and during the NBC Telethon to raisemoney for the (Hurricane Katrina Victims - Video Link Here) said that President Bush doesn't care about black people. Video Link Here.

Well now Kanye West thinks that he should be in the bible. What you don't believe me?

Cocky shit bag rap star KANYE WEST is calling for a revised edition of THE BIBLE, because he thinks he should be a character in it.

The JESUS WALKS hitmaker, who picked up three Grammy Awards last night (08 FEB 06), feels sure he'd be "a griot" (West African storyteller) in a modern Bible. He says, "I bring up historical subjects in a way that makes kids want to learn about them. I'm an inspirational speaker." I changed the sound of music more than one time... For all those reasons, I'd be a part of the Bible. I'm definitely in the history books already." News Link Here.

Kanye West needs to be in the bible like Osama Bin Laden needs to be the 13th Disciple. This of course comes on the heels of West portraying Jesus, on the February cover of Rolling Stone Magazine.

Word of advice for Kanye West.

Shut the fuck up, go back to whatever basement you crawled out of and join the other left wing, nut jobs in thinking up, dreaming up, and making up, more black helicopter theories about how President Bush is oppressing the black community, and fighting the illegal war on terrorism, while violating every amendment of the United States Constitution.

There you have it folks. Proof once again that the socialist left wing loons, are completely out of touch with reality!

To you fags that have Audio in your blog

2006-02-10T00:00:00.000-08:00

Hey dick weeds, I might be inclined to read your pathetic piece of shit blogs but I think your taste in music sucks.

You see quite often when I am surfing throughout the blogoshpear I am at home on my laptop watching TV, or sitting at my desktop listing to my own music. So perhaps you might understand just how shitty your crappy music or cheap video may sound when played on top of My own stuff.

This may fucking shock you dumbass but when I am in MY house on My computer I don't want to hear YOUR fucking music!!!!!! So regardless of your content the only thing I am looking at is the "next" button. I don't want to listen to your shitty music which more than likely was illegally downloaded.

SO GET RID OF THE FUCKING AUDIO YOU FAGS!!!!!!!

Saw that coming....

2006-02-09T02:46:00.000-08:00

As drink the last of the Crown Royal before passing out, I'm bothered ... although not all that surpriseded by the fact that Kelly Clarkson won a Grammy.

If you needed any more proof that a Grammy means nothing look at these.

This just about says it all.....

2006-02-09T02:42:00.000-08:00

The Religion of Peace?

2006-02-07T19:19:00.000-08:00

It all started with cartoons, in newspapers, that depictedthe Muslim Religion in a not so flattering light.

Throughout history it has happened time and time again,with other not so favorable depictions of Catholics, Jews,Baptists, Jehovah Witness, Mormons and others.

It has happened time and time again with not so favorable depictions of African American's who were called jungle bunny's, Hispanics who were called border hoppers, Japanese who were called kamikazes, Germans who were called krauts, French who were called frogs, and Whites who were called crackers, and so on and so on.

I don't recall any of the above religions, civilizations, races, ethnics, colors or creeds, marching into the streets, burning flags, torching buildings, killing innocent women, men and children, because of a stupid cartoon depiction. Well the Germans did start a thing called WWII because of their ideology, but we all know what happened to the Germans.

However the rioting, torching of buildings, killing innocent women, men and children, is exactly what has happened with the radical, Islamic Fascist extremists who tout their religion as the religion of peace, all because of some stupid cartoons. Yes, the radical Muslim extremist have their turbans in a bind over some stupid, silly cartoons.

Dr. Martin Luther King marched peacefully on the streets of Mobile, Alabama, and on the mall of Washington DC but never did he promote complete anarchy, like those that shout, scream, and get wrapped up in a frenzy like the people in the following pictures.

Ladies and Gentlemen, all you have to do is look at the pictures displayed on the above to see the vile hatred of western civilization and realize it is only a mater of time before these vile, disgusting, venom spewing, hate mongering, filthy muslim savage, fascists will kill again, while standing behind Allah and telling the rest of the world that Allah said it was ok for them to do so.

It is only a matter of time before pictures and video of slaughtered innocent men, women and children will appear on TV, and resonate into our heads, all to be followed by a statement of some sick, twisted, and demented Islamic Fascist, who will say it was all justified in the name of Allah.

Justified in the same manner that it is ok, to act with tyranny, without regard to human life, and without common sense, over a few stupid, albeit funny, mindless cartoons.

To those that are wrapped up in the frenzy and shouting "Allah" on the street, and are torching buildings, cars, killing innocent human life, and acting without common sense, remember one thing……."It is a fucking stupid mindless cartoon." This is not Mecca in 570 C.E, this is the 21st century. It is life. Get over it.

Loosing my blogging mojo

2006-02-05T17:42:00.000-08:00

It's not that I have become tired or burned out with blogging...In fact that is far from it. I guess you could say I have become somewhat frustrated with it.

I have hit the mental roadblock where I often just don;t know what to say. I have discovered that this blog is in fact well known among my family and circle of friends, which in all reality is fine by me. In the begging in order to get readers I was the one the pimped this little corner of the web to anybody I knew with a computer. But because of that the seriously limits the confidentiality of many of my post ... I guess I was a bit surprised that people I know would actually read this... Yea I guess I would rather have a thousand strangers that I will never meet know certain things, thoughts, and actions about myself that a few family members or close friends. So I will admit I cheated on this little corner of the web and posted a few post on a anonymous blog and even resorted back to a youthful pastime and begin keeping a journal.

The most recurring theme in this blog has been political commentary with a dose of twisted humor and social cynisim. That is what appears to have garnered the most readers and comments. I mean seriously lets be honest do you folks really want to know which co-worker of mine rarely showers or who bogarts the last of the sugar at the coffee maker. Do you really care that Mrs. V hates it when I piss in the backyard or never makes the bed....Hell those kind of blogs bore the shit out of me the only worse is some friggen money blogger blabbing about little Jakes first dookie or little Sammys first day of school.....

But back to that train of thought I have just become so disgusted with politics as a whole ...I guess you could say more apethitic.... and as for any kind of social commentary .... Please I am convencied now more than ever that the average American is about as stupid as wet dog turd... need proof... Two words American Idol.

So have I quit blogging???No just took a little break. Will i blog again??? No shit dumb ass i did not spend all after noon changing the template.

I just need a couple more days to find my blogging mojo.

By the way people, if you like the template I found them hear after stumbling on the link hear. The template was free and their is a good selection. Check it out and give it some linky love. They are also idiot proof...Hey I installed it ok

Will somebody smack the little shit already

2006-02-03T10:35:00.000-08:00

Wal-mart... They sell everything from lawn furniture to DVD players to groceries to suppositories which means that it isn't very easy to find anything, you can never find a parking spot that is within less than 300 feet of the door, and have lines that are worse than the DMV.

But still we go because, as mentioned a moment ago, they have everything, and it's usually at a pretty reasonable price.

Unfortunately, due to the fact that Wal-Mart has low prices on pretty much everything, this means that the poorer half of the nation shops there, and let's face it... too many poor people have extra kids in order to get more welfare money. Well, more to the point, too many poor people have kids and can't afford a leash and shock collar for their little demonspawn brats.

I suggest that new legislation be initiated wherein it would be legal for a shopper such as myself to simply smack the hell out of somebody else's kid if the parent/guardian doesn't end the child's bad behavior. The definition of bad behavior should be broad, and run the entire gamut from the act of kicking bouncy balls up and down the aisles to screaming and pulling items off of shelves during a temper tantrum because mommy wouldn't buy them the toy they wanted.

As part of this legislation, all children should be forced to wear shock collars, and the frequency of each child's collar should be prominently displayed so that others can tune their kid-zappers to the appropriate frequency. Hell, Wal-mart could sell them in aisle 12 (batteries not included, of course, they're in aisle 7) for $99 and they'd make billions. I'd probably buy three of them, just in case the first two broke. I'm not taking any chances when it comes to my pleasant and relatively uninterrupted shopping experience.

Either leave the fucking kids at home, or smack the hell out them when they're bad. Because if you don't, the rest of America will.

Things to do

2006-01-09T15:21:00.000-08:00

Since it's the first month of the New Year, I was just going over a "To Do" list of things I want to accomplish before this year is over...

1) Travel to the moon and colonize it.

2) Win a huge Lottery

3) See Hillary Duff in the nude in person for several days alone

4) Learn to spell Schwartzineggar correctly

5) Change the oil in my Jeep

If I apply myself one of these will be done!

Sorry about the lack of and quality of post as of late....Been busy...Very busy I have discovered the joys of on demand television and acrobatic masturbation. Will be more frequent and in force in a few days.

Toddles

I am a GOD!!!!

2006-01-04T07:21:00.000-08:00

Okay, I now know how to control weather! I am like a God!

If I plan on doing something that requires rain and it's already raining, the sun will come out!

If I plan on laying out in the sun, perhaps doing a little nude sun bathing... Rain!!!

Farmers? I'm available to end droughts, flooding, locusts and date your daughters.

I just spent more money in the last week than I've spent in some time.

I have just finished installing my new LCD teli and new entertainment center. I can now jack off to my favorite porn in high def and surround sound. Oh the simple satisfactions of life...

I know I can right all this off at the end of the year, just as soon as I get my Church started...

Even that won't be a problem. Are you ready to join and donate funds to my porn Church?

The year of the K Fed

2005-12-30T11:21:00.000-08:00

Oh my god.....Christmas just keeps on coming and coming....In what perhaps what is the BEST Christmas present of all this year Kevin Federline has launched his official website. I can't wait to get to know the REAL KEVIN.

I am confidant he is not the gold digging-pot head- spermintator the vicious tabloid media has made him out to be. The great school system of Fresno CA most assuredly taught him better than that.

But wait!!!!! To add a bit of excitement and anticipation to the approaching New Year, good ole' K Fed's first Single, "PopoZao," is to be Released Midnight PST January 1st!!

2005-12-28T17:49:00.000-08:00

I won't bother with updating for a few more days becasue I am too busy popping pills, getting drunk and stumbling around.

My Merry Fucking Chirstmas Post

2005-12-23T08:21:00.000-08:00

Yesterday I went Christmas shopping at the mall. To put in bluntly it sucked ass. People suck and I hate them all, they are rude and inconsiderate and I am sure the baby Jesus would not be happy with them. People have no respect while I on the other hand am polite and curtiouse. I say thank you and please as well as hold door's open. I am a rather nice guy. Here is how my fucking (note the sarcasim) day of shopping went

1.MrsV talks me into taking a family portrait. So we all get dressed up and head to the strip mall. I suddenly realize why I hate the mall and remember it was this time last year when I last went. We are running a bit late so I drop off the lovely MrsV and my spoiled Demon Child of a daughter at the entrance and tell them "to go sign in with the photographer I will meet you after I find a parking place." After wondering around the lot for what seemed like an eternity I finally see a little car backing out of a "compact space" so I wait paitently for her to back out so I can somehow squeeze my gas guzzling SUV in the space. Suddenly out from no where a little old lady in a Toyota comes form the opposite direction and whips in the space just as I was putting it in gear. I had my signal on and it was plainly obvious she knew what I was doing. So I jump out of my SUV and and pull the old lady from her car and shout in her face "YOU FUCKING CUNT THAT WAS MY SPACE" I then ripped off her glasses and threw them to the ground and stepped on them and screamed "THEY DID NOT WORK ANY WAY OR YOU WOULD HAVE SEEN ME YOU DUM BITCH" I then kicked her windsheid in for good mesure.

2. I am buying ONE item at the market. I stand in a line. The woman in front of me has a big basket full of items, whereas I only have ONE item. She looks at me holding the ONE FUCKING ITEM but does not ask if I would like to go ahead of her. It took precisely 4 minutes 23 seconds to serve this woman. It took less than 10 seconds to serve me. Why did she not show me a little bit more courtesy...because she is a BITCH and has horrible parents who did not raise her correctly.

3. I go into a shop, it has a dedicated lottery register. The people who want to buy lottery tickets go to that register. I am standing in a line and infront of me is a man who is holding lottery slips and when he is served he hands over the lottery slips and asks for the lottery tickets. Meanwhile I am standing behind him, waiting.... SO I SHOUT INTO HIS EAR.."GET INTO THE DEDICATED LOTTERY LINE YOU FUCKING ASS MUNCHING DICKHEAD!!!!".

4. I purchase an item in a shop which has a gift wrapping section. So I take my gift and join the line, it isn't a long line, no more than 3 people in front of me. So I wait. The man at the front of the line is now being served, he has a remote control car and asks for the gift wrapping people to make sure it works before they wrap it. They unpack the remote control car and start hunting around for batteries to power the car and then they have to read the instructions so they can be sure it works. When they have completed their tests they then have great difficulty getting the remote control car back into its original packaging. Meanwhile the line is getting longer and longer, and time is ticking by rather slowly. Ten minutes passes and I get fucking pissed off with this fucking guy so I get out of the line and approach him, I pick up the remote control car and throw it violently against a wall. I then say "I GUESS IT'S BROKEN!!! GO AND GET FUCKED AND HAVE A MERRY CHRISTMAS ".

5. I go into a clothes shop and pick out a few nice blouses for the wife, I join the line that kind of looks very loose and informal, where exatly does the line start??? Well anyway, about ten seconds goes by and then the register operator shouts at me "HELLO???????" in a very impolite tone. I take my blouses to her and she looks at me as if I am from another planet and then laughs with her colleague. While she serves me she is talking with another customer, but totally ignoring me, even though she is serving me. Then she throws a pen down on the checkout and flicks a receipt at me - she then grunts at me. I sign the receipt and she then starts talking to the other customer again. . I was rather pissed off with this register operator so I bitch slapped her and laughed, then to get my point across I poked her in the eye. She deserved it.

6. As I walk into a shop I have a door close in my face, the person in front of me couldn't be bothered waiting for a brief moment to keep the door open, he just let if fly back in my face. That MOTHER FUCKER really got it, I shouted at the asshole "YOU MOTHER FUCKER" and charged at him knocking him down onto the floor. I then started jumping up and down on his shopping bags and then I kicked him hard in the face. I then shouted "WHEN YOU OPEN A DOOR YOU WILL KEEP IT OPEN FOR THE PERSON BEHIND YOU".

Have a merry Christmas and fuck you all

The Politically Correct way to say Merry Christmas

2005-12-15T12:03:00.000-08:00

In light of the recent attack on the phrase "Merry Christmas" and realizing all the religious zeloutry and hatred that are behind the two words and in a sincere effort not to offend anybody I have spent some time coming up with a new "politically correct" way to convey Merry Christmas without actually having to use such extremist, incentive retorich.

Presenting The New Politically Correct Way To Say Merry Christmas:

Please accept without obligation, express or implied, these best wishes for an environmentally safe, socially responsible, low stress, non-addictive, and gender-neutral celebration of the winter solstice holiday as practiced within the most enjoyable traditions of the religious persuasion of your choice (but with respect for the religious or secular persuasions and/or traditions of others, or for their choice not to practice religious or secular traditions at all) and further for a fiscally successful, personally fulfilling, and medically uncomplicated onset of the generally accepted calendar year (including, but not limited to, the Christian calendar, but not without due respect for the calendars of choice of other cultures).The preceding wishes are extended without regard to the race, creed, age, physical ability, religious faith or lack thereof, choice of computer platform, or sexual preference of the wishee(s).

Now admittedly that does not have the some convenience as those "other highly sensitive and enticing two words" but this is obviously a more dignified and non conformational approach that should be able to appease the likes of the ACLU, the religious wakos, and any other group of bitchy or whinny people.

It will take some getting used to but if we all do are part, we can enjoy this holiday time/winter solstice without fear, irrationality or be offended ,

Tootie has been executed!!!!

2005-12-13T15:23:00.000-08:00

It is alwasy the sweet and innocent ones....

I was groggy ,sleepy, and on my way home from work when I was hit with the shocking news from my radio about the execution of Tootie. The case became the state's highest-profile execution in decades.

Hollywood stars and capital punishment foes argued that Tootie's sentence should be commuted to life in prison because she had made amends by writing children's books about the dangers of gangs and violence.

In the days leading up to the execution, state and federal courts refused to reopen her case. Monday, Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger himself an actor though never on "The Facts of Life," denied Tootie's request for clemency.

I have heard no word on Charlotte Rae who played Mrs. Garrett, and what if anything she has said about it.

I wasn't much of a fan of the show, but I know she affected many lives with her work... It's just so hard to believe celebrities can be killers.

Time to PANIC!!!!!

2005-12-08T12:59:00.000-08:00

It's official, Bird flue takes it's first California victim

I almost killed myself today

2005-12-07T21:24:00.000-08:00

Christmas is almost here and shopping needs to be done.

The New Year is on the way and new resolutions need to be figured out. Then quickly ignored... Time is flying by!

I almost killed myself today. I was making a peanut butter sandwich and I like my butter soft, so since I keep the Jiffy Creamy in the fridge, it's hard. I popped it in the microwave to give it a li' heat.

I guess there was a little bit of the foil seal still stuck in the glue around the rim of the plastic jar. The microwave oven begins shooting lightning and plasma around inside. It was horrifying! Yet fucking cool!

I was afraid to step near the oven to turn it off. It was so loud!

Finally, I sucked it up and jumped over and turned it off and the jar was so fried that the plastic had melted.

Didn't even need the knife, I just poured the peanut butter onto the bread... Nice! Who knows what kind of radiation I have pumping through me...

Brain Stew

2005-12-06T07:18:00.000-08:00

Ever walk into a room to get something, and you forgot what you were in the room for? Here's some things I've done in recent months that as they mount, I'm getting worried:

As I started to brush my teeth I squirted hand soap on my toothbrush instead of tooth paste.

Tried to start my car with my house keys.

Applied underarm deodorant while my shirt was on.

While reaching climax with my wife accidentally screamed out my mother's name.

And just this afternoon I made a sandwich and as I was pressing the slices together prepared to wash the deli meat off my hands. After washing I attempted to dry my hands with the sandwich I just made!

You should ready yourself to read this blog to me as we are becoming "The Notebook."

Something gone wrong with my brain!

Some Rock in Roll Legends and has bens I wish would just go away

2005-12-02T09:58:00.000-08:00

Bob Dylan: Only in the sixties could you get away with not knowing how to sing…and so boringly.

Led Zeppelin: Well, some of it's actually okay but mostly I’m waiting for Robert's balls to drop. Also, they've been on the radio every seven minutes for the past thirty years, not to mention every fucking commercial ever and this kind of force-feeding tempts me to set things on fire.

U2: Get the hell over yourself, you prancing jackass. I'll give you The Joshua Tree and that's it.

Pink Floyd: I've done all kinds of drugs and many, many times. They're still boring.

Janis Joplin: see Bob Dylan (but change "boringly", to "screechingly atrocious").

Rolling Stones: Unfortunately, I've yet to come up with a satisfactory way to describe how much I truly fucking hate these guys. There is not one thing about Keith, Mick or their music that doesn't annoy the piss out of me. Please just knock your shit off already.

REM: Homosexuals are embarrassed at how gay they are. At least someone has since confiscated that goddamned mandolin.

Queen: Really, I only take issue with that "We Will Rock You" bullshit for obvious reasons. Otherwise, some of it’s pretty good, though a bit pompous for me.

Bruce Springsteen: Whatever...

Jimi Hendrix: Again, I don't mind Jimi so much, but I include him for being the most overrated guitar player ever.

Santana: Similarly, this man is in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame for playing nothing but the same guitar solo for thirty years straight without anybody noticing.

Van Halen (with Hagar or Roth): Eddie Van halen is living proof that you can sell your sole to the devil for some talent. I honestly like Sammy Hagar better when he was solo and as for David Lee Roth....I really don't think I need to explain that one.

2005-11-30T09:10:00.000-08:00

My neighbors did not see the humor in my Christmas lawn deer and my daughter is having nightmares and won't talk to me...Nobody has a fucking sense of humor anymore

Jumping on the bandwagon

2005-11-28T15:36:00.000-08:00

Walk the line.... When I first heard this movie was being made I began to prepare for a nostalgia suck fest . Knowing the pretenders could now slither out of the of the woodworks mad it all the more dreadful.

I can admit I came to Johnny Cash late in his life, his retreated sound under the tutelage of Rick Rubin was focused a bit at my demographic " late teens, post grunge, a bit smarter than the average bear" and I enjoyed what I heard. His remake of the NIN cover Hurt was by far better than thoriginalal and spoke volumes to me at the time and still does in so many ways. His past had been scrubbed with the grit of nostalgia. Suddenly he was the man in black, the one who sang like a rabid south Baptist minister. He cast down fire and brimstone, and like it or not, it was a damn cool.

Later I discovered a bit more about the man, who he was, as opposed to who we lead to assume he was. I saw the heartbreak through documentary and magazine article and "Cash" by Johnny Cash. I saw a man who represented sin to show people the light, who was willing to look back into the darkness time and time again to reassure himself that he did have the strength to keep walking on, and to show others that it could be done.

Yesterday when I woke up and knew I would see "Walk the Line." And I was a bit bitter because I knew this movie was going to sell Cash the way Cash was meant to be sold, perhaps better than he ever could have sold himself. And much like "Ray," this film would bring the undeserving into the light of greatness, unleashing a wave of faux nostalgia, the kind of people Nick Hornby described as "shaving their heads and saying they always were punk."

So, as I prepare for the bandwagon I can only say this.

Walk the Line will win "Best Picture" and if Reese Witherspoon (yummy) doesn't get a strong nod for Best Actress, well, the academy will be even more of a lame ass, guttless, and completelyly devoid entity.

Polar Express is Political Propaganda

2005-11-22T23:20:00.000-08:00

My wife bought home the the film "Polar Express" on DVD. It was a shity film.

In short the film was shit. It was a fucking shit film. Totally and utterly worthless shit. A complete wast of fifteen dollars and a hour and a half of my live completly wasted.

Polar Express is an animated film with Tom Hanks playing one of the voices. I hope it was worth it tom....you fucking sell out! I found it hard to watch this shit film, at one point I had my head in my hands. I was thinking how shity it was.

To summarise the film was shit. To concude it is shit. My recommendation is do not watch it because it is shit.

I wanted to punch the drippy little boy. I hated the whole film. Basically the film was about a boy who didn't really believe in Father Christmas and on Christmas Eve a magical train called the "Polar Express" turned up outside his house and he got on board. He was taken to the north pole to meet Santa and was given a special christmas presant, a sleigh bell.

The boy had trouble at first to see Father Christmas because he didn't really believe in him, but after a run with a sleigh bell he soon believed how real Father Christmas was. The boy was made to understand that "seeing is believing, and sometimes the things you can't see are just as real" and "the christmas spirit resides within you".

What is more concerning is that our children are watching this brainwashing shit. the film basically makes a human second guess themselves when they are presented with some bullshit. It is a complete front to brainwash children. It is directly related towards politics. The child has been made to believe in complete shit, and then when the grow up they will continue to believe in shit and this is what the politicians want!!!! they want to talk shit and have the younger generation accept everything they are told.

2005-11-18T13:12:00.000-08:00

Dear ???????????????????

I must tell you this is a long time coming.

I am not sure where thing went wrong...Perhaps long ago when dealing with the shit that was bestowed upon us by the great an all mighty card shark we choose top deal with things differently and we stumbled down different roads..........??????

The sadest part of the whole thing is we where once very close, so close some people would say "inseparable" but that was then....Many years ago.

You don't impress me any more; in fact you have not for so long I can not remember the last time you did. Your story, saga, novel, fairy tail,....Life, lie or what ever you want to call it as for some time been the source of much ridicule from me. It has given me a constant source of entertainment as I laugh at you.

Your infirmities amuse me.....I find them laughable. Your conquered quest are so bull shit I don't know where to begin. Your supper star status among the little people....Is only in your head. YOU HAVE NOT BEEN THERE.....And most of all you never where so quit pretending.

The sad part is that you are perhaps to far gone in you fairy tale to realize it and ever find a way to redeem yourself. But I won't let you try to rewrite history in order to redeem your pathetic self esteem or to impress the week who surround you. Tell it like it is and or was ...Or shut the FUCK UP!!!

you make me sad. I mock you..... I laugh at you.... I look down at you.....And in many ways I am embarrassed by you. But I still love you..............

Life goes on, nobody cares about the past no cares about the bullshit. In fact the less said the better. I learned that long ago.....Actually I lie I just finally realized that but in fact it has been a reality for while...It finally just slapped the shit out of me.

The hermits in our life should not be the role models we seek to be, nether should the boxers or those who are weak..... just be yourself and don't try so hard to be somebody else.

Till then I will continue to mock you.
HA HA HA HA

2005-11-15T23:30:00.000-08:00

So I just finished writing in my journal.... I am still thinking about creating another web sight and keeping it anonymous perhaps using a pseudo name..."Something cool Max McMasters" because pen and paper are so passie...but yet they are altertnative...And I am a non conformist Just like all the other ones out there...Look at me I am so uncool and anti establishment

time to change the channel because Leno is a fag... A so not funny fag.

I think I need to get my IBM laptop waxed! I found a lil' Black hair poking out of the left speaker grill. I thought it might be one of my strays from the goatee, but no... I pulled it and like a magic trick, kept pulling and pulling.

I watched it slowly slither out of one of the small needle hole size perforations in the speaker plate left of the keyboard like an ingrown hair ripped from it's pore.

This hair has to be two feet long! Not one of mine! I fantasize about CSI-ing it via DNA to some hot single chick assembling my machine and how the Universe could bring us together as lost souls reunited. A perfect story for us to tell on Oprah!

2005-11-13T18:36:00.000-08:00

A few months ago I took up writing a personal journal. It was something I did as a kid and it was rather therapeutic....It was my grandfather who inspired me to to it ...He was writing his own life story at the time ... Back before his brain melted.

Maybe it was a good idea maybe not over time me journals morhped into a outlet for my anger...I am and always have been very angry.....

I stopped writing when I married my daughters mom.... I think my mom latter found my old journals and read them then threw them out....

I have family that read this blog.....IF I DIE AND YOU FIND MY JOURNALS....THROW THEM AWAY!!!! DO NOT READ THEM YOU WILL BE DISAPPOINTED...And consider me less than you already do.

It is family that you love the most and therefore will dissapiont the most....They intern will also disappoint you THE MOST!!!

This blog is starting to suck!!!! Maybe I wills tart a new one and keep it anonymous?????? Who knows and who cares. I have alot to say but no one is listing....WHY SHOULD THEY......Who am I?

I honestly have now idea who the fuck I am..... I am just a number whether in life or at work.

This blog will die someday...Maybe soon. A few more things to be said. Some things should not be said.....So you won't read those.

bla bla bla bla bla bla bla......

Piss Off

2005-11-09T21:07:00.000-08:00

I wish I had a rocket launcher with a nuclear warhead.

I'd settle for bottle rocket and a dirty bomb.

I stopped off at my local mosque, went inside and farted.

I had one all stored up when I was driving over there, but I was so angry and nervous I messed my pants.

I didn't plan it out right.

Things aren't going right with me. Maybe just a hug will do...

Somedays I like to see if I can drive from my home in the valley all the way into Hollywood without using my brakes.

Now, I just try and see how long I can go without breaking down and crying.

We have becomea nationtion of pussies!!!!!

2005-11-07T07:37:00.000-08:00

It wasn't always this way, of course. There was a time when men put their signatures to a document, knowing full well that this single act would result in their execution if captured, and in the forfeiture of their property to the State. Their wives and children would be turned out by the soldiers, and their farms and businesses most probably given to someone who didn't sign the document.

There was a time when men went to their certain death, with expressions like "You all can go to hell. I'm going to Texas." (Davy Crockett, to the House of Representatives, before going to the Alamo.)

There was a time when men went to war, sometimes against their own families, so that other men could be free. And there was a time when men went to war because we recognized evil when we saw it, and knew that it had to be stamped out.

There was even a time when a President of the United States threatened to punch a man in the face and kick him in the balls, because the man had the temerity to say bad things about the President's daughter's singing.

We're not like that anymore.

Now, little boys in grade school are suspended for playing cowboys and Indians, cops and crooks, and all the other familiar variations of "good guy vs. bad guy" that helped them learn, at an early age, what it was like to have decent men hunt you down, because you were a lawbreaker.

Now, men are taught that violence is bad -- that when a thief breaks into your house, or threatens you in the street, that the proper way to deal with this is to "give him what he wants", instead of taking a horsewhip to the rascal or shooting him dead where he stands.

Now, men's fashion includes not a man dressed in a three-piece suit, but a tight sweater worn by a man with breasts.

Now, warning labels are indelibly etched into gun barrels, as though men have somehow forgotten that guns are dangerous things.

Now, men are given Ritalin as little boys, so that their natural aggressiveness, curiosity and restlessness can be controlled, instead of nurtured and directed. And then when our President, who happens to have been a qualified fighter pilot, lands on an aircraft carrier wearing a flight suit, and is immediately dismissed with words like "swaggering", "macho" and the favorite epithet of Euro girly-men, "cowboy".

Of course he was bound to get that reaction -- and most especially from the Press in Europe, because the process of male wussification Over There is almost complete.

How did we get to this?

In the first instance, what we have to understand is that America is first and foremost, a culture dominated by one figure: Mother. It wasn't always so: there was a time when it was Father who ruled the home, worked at his job, and voted.

But in the twentieth century, women became more and more involved in the body politic, and in industry, and in the media -- and mostly, this has not been a good thing. When women got the vote, it was inevitable that government was going to become more powerful, more intrusive, and more "protective" (ie. more coddling), because women are hard-wired to treasure security more than uncertainty and danger. It was therefore inevitable that their feminine influence on politics was going to emphasize (lowercase "s") social security.

I am aware of the fury that this statement is going to arouse, and I don't give a SHIT!! What I care about is the fact that since the beginning of the twentieth century, there has been a concerted campaign to denigrate men, to reduce them to figures of fun, and to render them impotent, figuratively speaking.

I'm going to illustrate this by talking about TV, because TV is a reliable barometer of our culture.

In the 1950s, the TV Dad was seen as the lovable goofball -- perhaps the beginning of the trend -- BUT he was still the one who brought home the bacon, and was the main source of discipline (think of the line: "Wait until your father gets home!").

From that, we went to this: the Cheerios TV ad.

Now, for those who haven't seen this crap, I'm going to go over it, from memory, because it epitomizes everything I hate about the campaign to wussify men. The scene opens at the morning breakfast table, where the two kids are sitting with Dad at the table, while Mom prepares stuff on the kitchen counter. The dialogue goes something like this:

Little girl (note, not little boy): Daddy, why do we eat Cheerios? Dad: Because they contain fiber, and all sorts of stuff that's good for the heart. I eat it now, because of that. LG: Did you always eat stuff that was bad for your heart, Daddy? Dad (humorously): I did, until I met your mother. Mother (not humorously): Daddy did a lot of stupid things before he met your mother.

Now, every time I see that TV ad, I have to be restrained from shooting the TV with a .45 Colt. If you want a microcosm of how men have become less than men, this is the perfect example.

What Dad should have replied to Mommy's little dig: Yes, Sally, that's true: I did do a lot of stupid things before I met your mother. I even slept with your Aunt Ruth a few times, before I met your mother.

That's what I would have said, anyway, if my wife had ever attempted to castrate me in front of the kids like that. But that's not what men do, of course. What this guy is going to do is smile, finish his cereal, and then go and bang his secretary, who doesn't try to cut his nuts off on a daily basis.

Then, when the affair is discovered, people are going to rally around the castrating witch called his wife, and call him all sorts of names. He'll lose custody of his kids, and they will be brought up by our ultimate modern-day figure of sympathy: The Single Mom.

You know what? Some women deserve to be single moms!!!!!!

When I first started bloging, I think my primary aim was to blow off steam at the stupidity of our society. Because I have fairly set views on what constitutes right and wrong, I have no difficulty in calling most liberal Democrats like John Kerry, for example, a bunch of liars and hypocrites. But most of all, I blog the way I do it because I love being a man. Amongst other things, I blog about guns, self-defense, politics, beautiful women, sports, warfare, hunting, trucks, fast cars, and power tools -- all the things that being a man entails. All this stuff gives me pleasure.

And it doesn't take much to see when all the things I love are being threatened: for instance, when Tim Allen's excellent comedy routine on being a man was reduced to a that stupid sitcom Home Improvement. The show should have been called Man Improvement, because that's what every single plotline entailed: turning a man into a "better" person, instead of just leaving him alone to work on restoring the vintage sports car in his garage. I stopped watching the show after about four episodes.

("The Man Show" was better, at least for the first few seasons -- men leering at chicks, men messing around with ridiculous games like "pin the bra on the boobies", men having beer-drinking competitions, and women on trampolines. Excellent stuff, only not strong enough. I gave up watching it, when Jimmy Kimmel and Adam Carrola left because it's plain that the idea had been subverted by girly-men, and turned into a parody of itself.)

Finally, we come to the TV show which to my mind epitomizes everything bad about what we have become: Queer Eye For The Straight Guy. Playing on the Homo Channel, ooops I mean Bravo Channel, this piece of shit has taken over the popular culture by storm (and so far, the only counter has been the wonderful South Park episode which took it apart for the utter CRAP it is). I'm sorry, but the premise of the show nauseates me. A bunch of fags trying to "improve" ordinary men into something "better" (ie. more acceptable to women): changing the guy's clothes, his home decor, his music -- for FUCK'S sake, what kind of girly-man would allow these simpering butt-bandits to change his life around?

Yes, the men are, by and large, slobs. Big fucking deal. Last time I looked, that's normal. Men are slobs, and that only changes when women try to civilize them by marriage. That's the natural order of things. You know the definition of homosexual men I grew up with? "Men with small dogs who own very tidy apartments." Real men, on the other hand, have big damnd mean-ass dogs: Rhodesian ridgebacks, bull terriers and Rottweilers, or else working dogs like pointers or retrievers which go hunting with them and slobber all over the furniture. Women own lapdogs. Which is why women are trying to get dog-fighting and cock-fighting banned -- they'd ban boxing too, if they could -- because it's "mean and cruel". No shit, Shirley.

Hell, I don't like the idea of fighting dogs, either, but I don't have a problem with men who do. Dogs and cocks fight. So do men. No wonder we have an affinity for it. My blog has always been pretty damned popular with men, and in the beginning, this really surprised me, because I didn't think I was doing anything special.

That's not what I think now. I have dozens of emails and comments from men saying stuff like "Yes! I agree! I was so angry when I read about [insert atrocity of choice], but I thought I was the only one." No, you're not alone, my friends, and nor am I. Out there, there is a huge number of men who are sick of it. We're sick of being made figures of fun and ridicule; we're sick of having girly-men like journalists, advertising agency execs and movie stars decide on "what is a man"; we're sick of women treating us like children, and we're really sick of girly-men politicians who pander to women by passing an ever-increasing raft of Nanny laws and regulations (the legal equivalent of public-school Ritalin), which prevent us from hunting, racing our cars and motorcycles, smoking, flirting with women at the office, getting into fistfights over women, shooting criminals and doing all the fine things which being a man entails.

When Annika Sorenstam was allowed to play in that tournament on the men's PGA tour, all the men should have refused to play -- Vijay Singh was the only one with balls to stand up for a principle, and he was absolutely excoriated for being a "chauvinist". Bull!!! He wasn't a chauvinist, he was being a man. All the rest of the players -- Woods, and Mickleson, and the lot -- are girls by comparison. And, needless to say, Vijay isn't an American, nor a European, which is probably why he still has a pair balls hanging between his legs, and they're not hanging on the wall as his wife's trophy.

Fuck this, I'm sick of it. I don't see why I should put up with this nonsense any longer -- hell, I don't see why any man should put up with this any longer. I don't see why men should have become feminized, accept that we allowed it to happen -- and you know why we let it happen?
Because it's just easier to do so. Unfortunately, we've allowed it to go too far, and our maleness has become too wussified for words.

At this point, I could have gone two ways: the first would be to say, "...and I don't know if we'll get it back. The process has become too entrenched, the cultural transformation of men into little girls has become part of the social fabric, and there's not much we can do about it."

But I'm not going to do that. To quote John Belushi (who was, incidentally, a real man): "Did we quit when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor?"

Well, I'm not going to quit. Screw that.

One of the characteristics of the non-pussiefied man (and this should strike fear into the hearts of women and girly-men everywhere) is that he never quits just because the odds seem overwhelming. Omaha Beach, guys.

By God! I want a real man as President -- not an Al Gore type, who had to hire a consultant to show him how to be an Alpha male, and french-kiss his wife on live TV to "prove" to the world that he was a man, when we all knew that real men don't have to do that crap. Or John Kerry, who wouldn't know a real battle scar if he ever saw one. A wimp who has to marry rich, domineering, ass ugly women to make him successful.

And I want the Real Man President to surround himself with other Real Men, like Rumsfeld, and yes, Condi Rice (who is more of a Real Man than those numnuts Colin Powell and Norman Mineta). I want our government to be more like Dad -- kind, helpful, but not afraid to punish us when we screw up, instead of helping us excuse our actions. I want our government of real men to start rolling back the Nanny State, in all its horrible manifestations of over-protectiveness, intrusiveness and "Mommy Knows Best What's Good For You" regulations.

I want our culture to become more male -- not the satirical kind of male, like The Man Show, or the cartoonish figures of Stallone, or Van Damme, or even Arnold. I mean there movies are harmless fun but hey, we want the REAL men back in movies. We want more John Waynes, Humphrey Bogarts, Robert Mitchums, Bruce Willises, and Clint Eastwoods.

Never mind that it's simplistic -- we like simple, we are simple, we are men -- our lives are uncomplicated, and we like it that way. For example, We Were Soldiers was a great movie, and you know why? Because you could have cut out all the female parts, and it still would have been a great movie, because it was about Real Men.

Try cutting out all the female parts in a Woody Allen movie -- you'd end up with the opening and closing credits. We absolutely loathe chick movies about feelings and relationships and all that feminine jive.

I want our literature to become more male, less female. Men shouldn't buy "self-help" books unless the subject matter is car maintenance, golf swing improvement or how to disassemble a Browning shotgun. We don't improve ourselves, we improve our stuff.

And finally, I want men everywhere to go back to being Real Men. To open doors for women, to drive fast cars, to smoke cigars after a meal, to get drunk occasionally and, in the words of Col. Jeff Cooper, one of the last of the Real Men: "to ride tall and proud, shoot straight, and speak the truth."

In every sense of the word. We know what the word "is" means. Because that's all that being a Real Man involves. You don't have to become a cartoon male, either: I'm not going back to stoning women for adultery like those Muslim's do, nor am I suggesting we support that perversion of being a Real Man, gangsta rap artists (those pussies -- they wouldn't last thirty seconds against a couple of genuine tough guys that I know).

Speaking of rap music, do you want to know why more White boys buy that crap than Black boys do? You know why rape is such a problem on college campuses? Why binge drinking is a problem among college freshmen? It's a reaction: a reaction against being wussified. And I understand it, completely. Young males are aggressive, they do fight amongst themselves, they are destructive, and all this does happen for a purpose. Because only the strong men propagate.

And women know it. You want to know why I know this to be true? Because powerful men still attract women. Women, even liberal women, swooned over George Bush in a naval aviator's uniform. Donald Trump still gets access to some of the most beautiful women available, despite looking like a medieval gargoyle. Donald Rumsfeld, if he wanted to, could sleep with 90% of all women over 50, and a goodly portion of younger ones too. And he won't. Because Rummy's been married to the same woman for fifty years, and he wouldn't toss that away for a quickie. He's a Real Man. No wonder the Euros hate and fear him. We'd better get more like him, we'd better become more like him, because if we don't, men will become a footnote to history.

Pour me another ... it's going to be a long night

2005-11-06T02:18:00.000-08:00

Insomnia fucking sucks ass. When I was I kid I could have slept through the god dam second coming, now I am lucky if I can get a decent sleep.

I have seen a number of sleep inducing products available to those who suffer from insomnia . Many of them are advertised on the television, and all seem to have a few key points in common. "Do not take unless you can devote enough time for a full night's sleep", and "a full night is considered to be eight hours".

But, unless you are a chronic sufferer, of which I am sure there are many - how often do you know you're going to have a hard time falling asleep early enough where you know to take on of these drugs?

I naively bought some over the counter sleeping meds after my fourth or fifth bout with insomnia. Using them has been less than desirable because it is generally well into my attempt at sleep when I realize I'm just not going to get to fall asleep. If I took an eight hour sleeping med at 2:00 am, even if I was able to fight off the effects after say, six hours, I'd still be hours late for work.

So here's my challenge to the drug industry: In order to properly care for occasional insomnia sufferers, develop a four hour sleeping pill. I guarantee you'll sell billions.

Thank you, and I'll happily accept whatever small percentage of profits you deem appropriate for this wonderful idea. A free supply would be nice, too.

Until then I will settle for some Bacardi, mixed with a bit of NyQuil . After drinking a couple of these cocktails, I can saw some serious logs.

Desperate MrV

2005-11-02T21:41:00.000-08:00

Am I wrong or is Marcia Cross from "Desperate Housewives" the most beautiful woman in the whole wide World? I never get to watch the show, but I saw this picture and thought she is so beautiful she's freakish. It's like in the spectrum of appearance she's push the envelope of attractiveness till it's merged with the other end, which is near my neighborhood. The dodgy end.

I'm just freakish looking. Not that I want to look like her, but I don't mind looking AT her. I used to fantasize as a kid in school, How could I get the hottest girl in school to pay attention to me?

At First the fantasies all seemed to involve kidnapping, but later I got realistic and believed that if I could get a hair sample I might be able to clone a sex slave version of her. Cloning just started being popular then and it seemed so possible to a 12 year old.

Then it occurred to me that even hot girls like to laugh, so I knew I could make her laugh, cause this one cheerleader laughed at me all the time. Usually it was her pointing and laughing at me. I was a class clown. Girls are way more mature than boys and some realize once the beauty fades, What will there be to do then, but laugh?

I was thinking of the girls I had crushes on earlier today and wondering what they were doing these days. I heated up some left overs wondering who they'd be eating with, did they have nice husbands, lots of kids, did they cook great meals...I took my plate of reheated Alice Springs Chicken from Outhouse Steakback and crawled into bed to watch the DVD, "Rod Serling: Submitted for Your Approval," it's a good documentary about the life of the creator of, "The Twilight Zone."It's kind of a sad story about creating art, selling out, losing your soul...

I fell asleep sad and woke up a few hours later when I rolled over and put my face into the plate of cold Garlic Roasted Mashed Potatoes that I couldn't finish and left sitting in the bed. I'm sure they are not all Winners, but I do wonder if those I grew up with have better lives than I have right now.

The New Kids on the Block come to town!!!

2005-10-31T18:46:00.000-08:00

Well at least on of the former New Kids on the Block was in Visalia last week...

First of all I hate malls...WITH A PASSION! I probably have gone to the mall twice in the last three years and one of those times was last Friday.... And wouldn't you know there was a concert going on....Not just any concert mind you this was Jordan Knight formly of the 80's teen boy band New Kids on the Block...(holy shit what a long fall from the top it must have been!!!) When he came out onto the stage I realize just how sad this was, yet it was like a train wreck and I just had to watch part of it.

Years ago he was in one of the most popular groups of all time, and now the lighting from Gottchalks was brighter than his star. I imagined his camper parked in the back lot of the mall, corn nuts and condoms littering the floor.

His dancing prowess had deformed into a half-hearted electric slide while he sang.

After each song, there was a brief question and answer session. Girls said things into a mic such as "are you and your brother still single?" "Jordan, you are SO fine!" & "Can I have your physical address, not your mailing address?"

I'm guessing that Jordan has either done a ton of blow or has a five year olds attention span because every time someone asked him a question, the mc would have to yell his name three or four times before he would stop looking at the palm trees and Starbucks sign. He was spaced out. The only time he got enthused by a question was when he answered back, "No girl, YOU fine!!!!!" ... Hey perhaps R. Kelly can give him a few pointers on avoiding child rape charges.

It was just so dame funny yet so fucking sad....

I'll tell you what you can do with that finger

2005-10-27T16:58:00.000-07:00

Days like yesterday make me realize just how dumb and stupid people are ....

So I am out running errands, just minding my own business, cruising along down the road. I was in the outside lane, and some lady, in 4x4 truck that was way too big for her to drive, was in the middle lane. Without paying attention, she decided she wanted to be in my lane of traffic.

There was a small problem. I was already there, right along side of her. But that didn't stop her from trying, as she moved into my lane, forcing me to slam on the brakes, and throw the parachute out the back of my jeep to get myself stopped. Naturally I hit my horn. Out of her window, comes the MIDDLE FINGER (a real classy lady).

Ummmm, excuse me ass wipe, but you were the one that made the illegal, unsafe lane change, I should have flipped you off.

Anyway I make it to one of my destinations, the grocery store. Yes, even us sloppy men make it to the store every now and then. I find a parking spot and get out of my jeep to walk into the store. This knucklehead teenager, comes into the parking lot at Mach 10, and turns the corner right where I was walking. I stop like a deer in the headlights, as I knew I was going to be road kill. So what happens? The little piece of shit FLIPS ME OFF.

Ummmm, excuse me ass wipe, but you were the one that was driving like you were racing at the INDY 500, and almost hit a pedestrian (me). I should have flipped you off.

Ok, later that day, I was on my way to meet my wife for dinner. Again, I was just driving minding my own business. I get to the restaurant where I am meeting the lovely and gracious MrsV, and get ready to pull into the driveway of the parking lot. But first I have to wait to enter the parking lot because some fucktard that is leaving the parking lot is taking up the whole damn entrance to the lot.

He gives the old exaggerated look like he can't see out into the street to see if cars are coming. Sorry I can't move my jeep, as there are now a dozen cars behind me wanting to enter the same parking lot. I can't enter the parking lot, because Jr. Doesn't know that he isn't supposed to take up the whole damn entrance/exit.

As he peels out of the lot, out the driver's side window comes the FINGER.

Ummmm, excuse me ass wipe, but you are the moron that caused your situation. I should have flipped you off.

So to everybody that flipped me off yesterday, (despite that fact tat you dumb fucks where the cause of all the situations) I have one thing to say. RIGHT BACK AT YOU, shit for brains!!!

Allah has gone cheap....

2005-10-24T15:33:00.000-07:00

It apperas Allah has for sure, in fact, had to lay off all the virgins that were awaiting all terrorists and martyrs who kill themselves while fighting in the Great War against Satan and the inferior Infidel from America.

No longer will there be 72 virgins for each martyr. In fact all martyrs will now have to share their reward. Allah has prepared this video of the new offering and gift that will be presented to all martyrs, upon their arrival to meet Allah. Video Link here.

Do you remember that dim witted reporter, Michele Kosinski, of NBC's Today show, who tried to pull a fast one over her viewing audience, as she tried to convince us that she was paddling her canoe in treacherous, raging waters, in New Jersey, only to have two pedestrians, walk right in front her that showed her to be in only ankle deep water? Video Link Here.

Well I must admit, I was wrong… Yes, I guess she really was paddling in rough, raging waters. A new video has been released that captured the whole event, and shows the terrible demise of Ms. Kosinski. Wow, she really did take one for the team. Video Link Here.

Debbie Gibson was such a hottie

2005-10-20T07:31:00.000-07:00

So... As I was rummaging through a collection of old cassettes that has been relegated to a box in my garage, I came across a copy of Debbie Gibson's 'Out of the Blue'. (actually I was looking for a copy of an old angry samoans album)...Yea right

This was released 19 FUCKING YEARS AGO! Now I'll admit it, I loved this woman from 1987-89. I bought the tapes (remember those), I went to concerts, I gave girlfriends little bottles of 'Electric Youth' perfume (which they summarily threw away when they thought I wasn't looking, but I knew! I saw!). Then when I saw the Playboy issue she was in a few months back, I realized why I had such a crush on her. How do I put this? She's not the coldest beer in the fridge.

Unlike your Hillary Duffs, your Britney Spears (minus the past year), your Lindsay Lohans - who are way, WAY too pretty for their own good. Ms. Gibson in the late 80s, with the tall gawkiness, the bad fashion sense, basically the antithesis of Lita Ford, evoked this 'girl next door' approachability - and I also kinda respected her for writing her own stuff.

She hasn't aged too badly, but not great either. The 80s were a simpler time I realize - but should I abandon the nostalgia factor and deep-six her stuff along with my Tesla and Mike + Mechanics tapes? Or hang on to them and hope for an 80s retro wave in 2010?

Did he really just say that...

2005-10-18T23:45:00.000-07:00

When Kanye West claimed the president Bush "did not care about black people" or the Bush has ordered them to shoot us" I just saw an ignorant punk making foolish statements. Video Link Here

When Ray Nagin, the Mayor of New Orleans failed miserably and displayed an absolute lack of leadership during a time of crises I saw a person who was in way over his head. People are either leaders or followers and it was obvious Ray Nagin was no leader. Instead of offering leadership, guidance and comfort to the tired weary wear souls of New Orleans, Nagin, instead blames President Bush for the Hurricane and the slow response to New Orleans.

And then there was Jesse Jackson who claims that racism is partly to blame for the deadly aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, calling President Bush's response to the disaster "incompetent." And lets not forget Randall Robinson another self proclaimed voice of the black community who claimed that black Americans where eating the corpse of other black Americans in order to survive the after math of the hurricane.

Interesting as all that is just when I thought I had heard all the conspiracy theories out there, about Hurricane Katrina, this one takes the grand prize of idiocy. Watch the video and you tell me, if Hashim Nzinga, has any clue as to what reality, really is. Video Link Here.

Then again the other night Hannity and Combs show on Fox News Hashim Nzinga was a guest on the show and once again proved just how out of touch and and stupid he is.

For those of you who don't know who Hashim Nzinga is, he is a member and spokesman of the New Black Panther Party and advocate of Louis Farrakhan and the Nation of Islam crowd that goes around and preaches that America is still stuck in slavery and that the Black community will forever be a second class citizen.

Just watch this news clip and you will be astounded at just how out of touch with reality some people are here in America. Video Link Here.

What left me floored while I watched Nzinga, preach his hate, and venom, during the show on Monday, is that I cannot believe that people fall for Nzinga's and Louis Farrakhan's lunacy. How is it that people can be so gullible and so stupid to believe one word that people like Nzinga preach?

Blacks have continued to put their trust in these "self proclaimed voices" and for what? I for one am sick and tired of the god dame race card being played out at every opportunity.

Hey blacks... NEWS FLASH.... You where never a slave and I was never a slave owner so get over it!!!!

Perhaps if black Americans where to open their god dam eyes and look around they would see that these self righteous pompous assholes are doing NOTHING for them. People like Jackson, Farrakan, and Robinson need racism and make their living off of it.

It is this unhinged rhetoric that resonates from the black leadership of America that does nothing but debilitate and hinder the overall success of the black community

Jesus is coming...."it will be rude if he does not call first"

2005-10-17T16:56:00.000-07:00

I am thinking about starting my own religion.... I feel the need to jump on the bandwagon of this "end time Armageddon" bullshit.

As a recovering religious flamboyant I find it absolutely hysterical that every generation thinks "they are the one" For as long as I can remember I have heard the same old "Jesus is coming soon" now I just find it stunning that the "Whole end time" and "2nd coming" is actually being talked about in the mainstream. Just the other day I heard it discussed on several prominent political talk shows.

So the bible thumpers are convinced that killer tsunami , hurricanes, mud slides, earthquakes, "wars and rumors of wars" , the fact that according to Jim is still on the air, and of course the bird flue are all evidence of the end of the world.

Perhaps all this stuff has been going on all the time (and it has) and the advent of 24 hour news station and dip shit foreign correspondence or perhaps the media revolution just continue to shovel this crap down our throats.

Beside all you holy rollers that are convinced that god may come ....Oh shall we see next week or any time soon....Doesn't the bible say that god will come like a thief in the night and no man may know or will know the time. So perhaps all you bible scholars should shut the fuck up ... A watched pot never boils

So back to my question.....I am thinking about starting my own religion or even a cult. Any ideas? Is there a how to book? A manual maybe? ..... "Starting a religion for dummies."

I might be open to joining an existing cult or religion but it has to be a cool one. I don't like itchy church cloths and I don't do well with the 10 commandments. So anybody got some suggestion?

Don't judge me....

2005-10-16T08:11:00.000-07:00

- I find it rather humbling (and funny) that everyone I meet throughout the day has sat down at least once to pinch a loaf
- I am a grown man who doesn't trust Twinkies.
- Farts and farts sounds make me laugh
- I will eat from a vending machine before eating from a street vendor
- I find it hard to respect someone the same after seeing them naked
- It's not that I'm afraid of commitment, I just have really long legs.
- I don't call my family as often as I should
- I have wipedd my hands on off my dog to aviod looking for a towel
- I will drink your last beer given the chance
- I believe that spite makes for a great short-term motivator.
- I look down on you if your taste in music sucks.
- There is such a thing as "cultural enlightenment." Most Americans have no idea it exists. The following countries do not have permission to either point or laugh:
1. Germany – Hasselhoff;
2. France – Jerry Lewis;
3. The UK – Spice Girls and Coldplay (the opposite sexes of the same bad design, basically).
- Vegas wasn't built by people winning nor were most corporations.
- Since I'm bigger than you, I am higher on the food chain.
- Puns are never acceptable.
- I question all authority (you should to)
- Yes I do pick my nose and I know you do as well
- I am as brilliant as I think I am

Customer service....Not at Lowes

2005-10-12T10:12:00.000-07:00

Last night the lovely and gracious MrsV and myself went to Lowes. A rather innocent outing as we where in search for a particular item. After a quick detour through the power tool section so I could pick up some cutting wheels for my di-grinder. We made it to the back of the store to the 'Door' section.

Being rather proficient and knowing exactly what I want I proceed to look for a sliding screen door with a kick plate and mid high grade (in other words a artsy fartsy fancy screen door)

After a brief search I realized they did not have what I wanted so I proceeded to wonder the 'Door' section seeking someone who could perhaps special order my door. Eventually I stumbled into some fucktwat and asked him if he could special order my door. He quickly looked at me with some perplexed look and said "I only work in plumbing you need to go to 'lumber'" ok then off to lumber I went and asked the half wit middle age bitter old lady behind the lumber counter to special order my door. She had no idea what I was asking for and sent me to 'customer service'. So once again at 'customer service' I went through my dilemma on ordering my door. Her response was "sir you need to go doors".

Ok biting my tongue (only because my wife was with me) I tried to be nice and proceed to tell her my dilemma and how everybody kept pawning me off onto another department and obviously the 'door specialist' was not to be found. Her response was "I can't help sir"...."fine " I responded "let me talk to a manager".....once again I went through my dilemma with some pimple faced, mid twenties, star trek loving, never been on a date, still living at home with mom fucktard thinking I might just get to order my door.

Well in his nasal congested voice he said "sorry sir you need to go to 'doors'". FUCK IT.... I decided to pay for my cutting wheels and blow the door off for the night thinking my frustration is soon to be over. Home Depot hear I come

I get in line and the dip shit wrings up my purchase ...A whopping 6.60. No big deal I though as I reached into my pocket and grabbed a ten dollar bill. Upon seeing the ten dollar bill the dumb ass at the register keyed in ten dollars and had my change ready. But I remember I needed a five to give to litttleV for school the next day so I dug into my pocket and grabbed another dollar and three quarters and gave the fuckwit behind the register a total of 11.75 expecting her to give me 5.15 back. Easy math.....Right.

Apparently not for the retards the Lowes hires. This gal looked at the 11.75 in her hand and said to me "what do I do with this" apparently her line was now moving a bit slow so the same geeky manger came up to see what the problem was. At least being a nerd has some benefit and he was able to make the change I need.

But the jewel of the night came as I walked away from the register and I over heard the gal at the register say to the manager "I did not know I had to do math hear"

Is it any wonder why America is at the cross road we are at...?