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My LifeThis blog has been marked as containing adult content. Your current adult settings prevent you from seeing it. Please go to your account settings page and change your settings to allow adult content to view this blog Happy Fucking 4thThis blog has been marked as containing adult content. Your current adult settings prevent you from seeing it. Please go to your account settings page and change your settings to allow adult content to view this blog Another Step In The Death MarchI keep thinking about life but I never stop and take notes. I guess I question weather writing it down will really make any difference to anyone. I've been thinking about how much evil there is in the world. People so selfish that they put others in danger because they are in a hurry. Teenagers with guns commiting crimes and ready to kill any innocent bystander that gets in the way of their bullets. Anthony Silwell is about to go on trial for the rape and murders of 11 women they found buried around his house. He was a registered sex offender just like me. I don't feel I deserved such a high penalty but I was too scared and shell-shocked and my lawyer was only interested in money. The fucking State grand jury decided to indict me on trumped-up charges, and when the smoke cleared I was guilty on two out of ten counts that were against me. I can give details and offer a reasonable defense but it doesn't matter because I'm already guilty, I've been registered online for 7.5 years (2.5 to go), I went through bullshit counselling so the government can say "We treated him for his addiction" regardless of what I do in the future. Then after giving several thousand dollars to my attourney, I had to pay court costs and fines in excess of $5,000.00. Since I lost my job AGAIN!!! I had to perform community service. I picked-up trash on the side of the road for over 700 hours. I n the sun, in the snow, in the rain... it didn't matter. Message From Central CommandCompadres, it is imperative that we crush the freedom fighters before the start of the rainy season. And remember, a shiny new donkey for whoever brings me the head of Colonel Montoya. Old Friends and the Strangers they become...I had a couple really good friends in high school but after contacting a few of them I'm suddenly not interested in rekindling friendships. First of all is that they're all successful which makes me feel like a loser (like I need that). And secondly, it seems they either don't have the time for me, or are kind of full of themselves. I asked one friend how his life had been going and he said that I could read his book next summer... WTF? I feel like maybe I should be a introvert and just kind of hide in my bedroom. This is why I never went to class reunions, friends change and I'd rather remember them from back then instead of who they are now... That kind of sucks. I guess I'm just as much to blame, I didn't seemingly change for the better. More Death In My Life... And More To FollowI had to put my 15 year old cat down today, it was really sad. He stopped taking care of himself, then he stopped eating, then drinking... I decided it was time so I came home from work and he was just laying there, his breathing was labored... he just looked miserable. I put him in a box and took him to the vet and he kind of man-handled him a bit and then he gave him the shot. It was quick, he just stopped breathing and it was over. After about 10 seconds the vet tapped his head a couple times right between the eyes and he didn't't move. I was kind of annoyed that the last memory he has is some old Hindu guy hitting his head, but he was probably long-gone. It was a reminder to me that my wife has cancer and she could die from it... That really upsets me. I'm so sick of living with death. Living means experiencing death all around you. I visited my Scout Master yesterday... He passed away in 2007. Jim Mecredy was an amazing man. I guess I'm rambling... Life sucks, blah, blah, blah... I Saw This Today And Thought It Was CoolWhen I saw you I was afraid to meet you. When I met you I was afraid to kiss you. When I kissed you I was afraid to love you. Now that I love you, I am afraid you will leave me., There comes a point in your life when you realize who matters, who never did, who won't anymore, and who always will. So, don't worry about people from your past, there's a reason why they didn't make it to your present or future. Teenage suicide just makes me incredibly sad.This blog has been marked as containing adult content. Your current adult settings prevent you from seeing it. Please go to your account settings page and change your settings to allow adult content to view this blog NEW School prayer:
This is not my creation, I'm simply reposting it because I thought it was well written. Now I sit me down in school Where praying is against the rule For this great nation under God Finds mention of Him very odd. If sc Reason and Force(this is copied off a friend's note, which was in turn copied off a blog..)
I don't take credit for this post. This was originally posted, as far as I can tell, on the now defunct Munchkin Wrangler blog. A friend brought it up in conversation recently and I discovered that the blog is no longer up. I wanted to to preserve the text here because I thought it was poignant and spot on, so I thought it appropriate to do so here.
Human beings only have two ways to deal with one another: reason and force. If you want me to do something for you, you have a choice of either convincing me via argument, or force me to do your bidding under threat of force. Every human interaction falls into one of those two categories, without exception. Reason or force, that's it.
In a truly moral and civilized society, people exclusively interact through persuasion. Force has no place as a valid method of social interaction, and the only thing that removes force from the menu is the personal firearm, as paradoxical as it may sound to some.
When I carry a gun, you cannot deal with me by force. You have to use reason and try to persuade me, because I have a way to negate your threat or employment of force. The gun is the only personal weapon that puts a 100-pound woman on equal footing with a 220-pound mugger, a 75-year old retiree on equal footing with a 19-year old gangbanger, and a single gay guy on equal footing with a carload of drunk guys with ba
There are plenty of people who consider the gun as the source of bad force equations. These are the people who think that we'd be more civilized if all guns were removed from society, because a firearm makes it easier for a mugger to do his job. That, of course, is only true if the mugger's potential victims are mostly disarmed either by choice or by legislative fiat--it has no validity when most of a mugger's potential marks are armed. People who argue for the banning of arms ask for automatic rule by the young, the strong, and the many, and that's the exact opposite of a civilized society. A mugger, even an armed one, can only make a successful living in a society where the state has granted him a force monopoly.
Then there's the argument that the gun makes confrontations lethal that otherwise would only result in injury. This argument is fallacious in several ways. Without guns involved, confrontations are won by the physically superior party inflicting overwhelming injury on the loser. People who think that fists, bats, sticks, or stones don't constitute lethal force watch too much TV, where people take beatings and come out of it with a bloody lip at worst. The fact that the gun makes lethal force easier works solely in favor of the weaker defender, not the stronger attacker. If both are armed, the field is level. The gun is the only weapon that's as lethal in the hands of an octogenarian as it is in the hands of a weightlifter. It simply wouldn't work as well as a force equalizer if it wasn't both lethal and easily employable.
When I carry a gun, I don't do so because I am looking for a fight, but because I'm looking to be left alone. The gun at my side means that I cannot be forced, only persuaded. I don't carry it because I'm afraid, but because it enables me to be unafraid. It doesn't limit the actions of those who would interact with me through reason, only the actions of those who would do so by force. It removes force from the equation. . . and that's why carrying a gun is a civilized act. The Past As I Travel ForwardMy past was a wasted effort. As I move forward, I burn the bridges I cross along the way hoping the failures in my past will lose me... but that never happens. When I fall, my past catches up to me and pushes me down. At the end of the day as I lay in bed, my past wraps around me and pulls me down into the stale dirt that is my life. I feel so void, I feel so dead inside and it doesn't seem to end. Another Sad PoemLife's just a lie, at birth you begin to die, as you start a downhill slide. As I've grown older, emotions get colder, as I consider when I will die. They see my frown, and more pills go down, until I quit mentioning it. But on the inside, I'm wishing I'd die, because life has been nothing but shit. No one understands me, why I'm not happy, and I'm tired of trying to say. I try to make headway, but fall further away, and the cycle resets each day. The world has such beauty, but look past it and you'll see, it's more like a beautiful trap. If you're a good boy, life will have much joy, then you discover you're covered in crap. They regulate you, they buy and they sell you, they rape you then make you, think that its all your fault. But what they hide from you, is that those who represent you, are the most vicious offenders of all... Can You Relate?Day after day, love turns gray Like the skin of a dying man. Night after night, we pretend its all right But I have grown older and You have grown colder and Nothing is very much fun any more. These lyrics just popped into my head. My wife bitched me out for leaving a few cat bowls in the ba The fucking legal system is so flawed... The prosecutors (who know everyone is guilty) have lunch with the lawyers (who don't give a damn) and decide your fate before dessert. I was too shell-shocked to defend myself. It took all of my energy to refrain from dying in a fiery car crash.. Maybe it would have been better if I did. I was driving an 18-wheeler, dying in one of those would be all too easy. I'm tired all the time, I'm fucking broke all the time, my wife is sorry to have ever met me, I have a criminal record,... I can go on and on but would it really matter? The only solid thing in my life is my depression... That's just sad. It's So Big!This blog has been marked as containing adult content. Your current adult settings prevent you from seeing it. Please go to your account settings page and change your settings to allow adult content to view this blog Time...It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone. US wife of Joseph Patrick Kennedy Sr. (1890 - 1995) How to clean your toiletThis was simply too much of a time saver not to share it with you 1. Put both lids of the toilet up and add 1/8 cup of pet shampoo to the water in the bowl. 2. Pick up the cat and soothe him while you carry him towards the bathroom. 3. In one smooth movement, put the cat in the toilet and close the lid. You may need to stand on the lid. 4. The cat will self agitate and make ample suds. Never mind the noises that come from the toilet, the cat is actually enjoying this. 5. Flush the toilet three or four times. This provides a 'power-wash' and rinse'. 6. Have someone open the front door of your home. Be sure that there are no people between the bathroom and the front door. 7. Stand behind the toilet as far as you can, and quickly lift the lid. 8. The cat will rocket out of the toilet, streak through the bathroom, And run outside where he will dry himself off. 9. Both the commode and the cat will be sparkling clean.In His own image... God created man in His own image... so how could sin find it's way into the mix? Why would God allow the poison of sin to sour His creation? I kind of feel like a hamster in a cage, and having bitten my master, I feel abandoned... given what I need to survive until I expire... and it sucks. I'm a Loser and a MisfitThis blog has been marked as containing adult content. Your current adult settings prevent you from seeing it. Please go to your account settings page and change your settings to allow adult content to view this blog Living In Battleship GrayI just feel really teary today. I can't stop myself from trying to own some of the sorrow over what my friend and his family is dealing with. I hate living through this seemingly endless death march that is my life. There's always something to keep me from being happy for very long. I just don't understand life, death, love, good, bad... almost everything in my world is battleship gray... So I Found Out Today That A Co-Worker Is DyingBoy, talk about sad... my friends wife had some leg trouble during her pregnancy, she gave birth to a son about 2 weeks ago... So my friend from work (the husband) had some pain in his left hip/leg. He eventually went to the doctor and got pain meds. Then his right hip/leg began to hurt. He couldn't work. The pain was terrible. He's in the hospital and today I found out that he has stage 4 cancer. And here's the worst part: No life insurance. It's just so sad. What must he be going through? How will his family survive without him? He's only 36 years old for God's sake. It's just so sad, his wife is in such a tough place in life... and the kids too. It's just tragic. I'm not super-depressed or anything, but I'm just worried about his family... So sad... My mood: somewhat sad
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