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February 15 Politics...how I loathe thee...Ok, by now everyone knows about the whole Cheney hunting accident thing.
Can you believe this? The press doesn't really care that the other person was injured, only that they didn't hear about it the moment it happened so they could make more late night talk show fodder that much quicker. Anyone who has seen my earlier entries on similar subjects knows that I think all politicians are the same, and not in a positive way. So with that, I would like to expose an essential truth about human life.
As much as people claim to want to be told the truth, they lie about wanting to hear it.
How does this SHOCKING (and oh so obvious) groundbreaking earthshattering fact apply to politics one might ask?
Well if one were to ask I would tell one that it applies thusly:
I will NEVER be elected to public office, because I would be too honest. If I had an accident like that and some smartass from the press asks me why the press wasn't notified for a whole day afterwards I'd say "Gee, that's a tough one let me think" I would then proceed to hum the theme to Final Jeopardy, and reply that "After careful consideration....I don't know. Why WOULDN'T I tell a room full of sensationalist vultures anything? That's a mystery for the ages. Next Question."
How much FUN would that be seeing a politician who didn't bend over backwards to be polite, especially when other people obviously loathe him? I'd LOVE to be that guy!!!
 'prrrrrrrrrrr'Aww thanks pal! See I got one vote, now I just need a few million more! Come on people! February 13 And againWell, once again a young lady I had some affection for has decided to turn her attentions to someone else instead of me. You know, I realize it's a part of life, but I'm getting tired of my crappy luck.
I'm tired of being second best, a romantic "also ran"....I'm used to it by now....but it still stings. Who knows, maybe it's just Valentine's Day making it worse. February 12 *sigh*Television is BS ya know that? Total BS. Anyone ever watch that War at Home show on Fox? You know, another in the endless line of sitcoms where the idiot/dumb/fat/too feminine man gets the good looking/totally devoted wife that would never give him a second glance if they were average people. And in this case, a son that's too feminine and a pretty daughter that gives him a rough time every chance she gets. Well this particular episode, the daughter was whining about wanting breast implants because she was "tired of the girls with big boobs getting all the attention". How much shit is that? Now, I realize it's a sitcom, I realize also that women do genuinely have self-confidence issues like this but MY GOD, COME ON!
You know what I'm tired of? I'm tired of MY personality not counting for shit, you know, here in the REAL world. Now I realize I'm a total ass on here, but really all this place is is to help me get my agression out and bond with some nicer folks than myself. When it comes to most things I do my best to be the sweetest I can be...does it matter to anyone? Hell no. At least, not that I've noticed. But, why bother? The world will continue to get more superficial, and I'll continue to bitch. February 10 Is Simon crossing the line on ‘Idol’? - Access Hollywood - MSNBC.com
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November 25 HolidaysHappy Belated Thanksgiving to one and all!
'?'awwww, yes, Happy Thanksgiving to you too pal. *HUGS*
'prrrrrrrrr'November 23 *crickets*Much has happened over the recent months of my new hiatus. I started school again, in the home stretch! If all goes well I'll have my degree by Spring. Holding A's in all my classes currently, which is a far cry from where I WAS. My niece is standing now. One of my friends is pregnant with her second child. I'm currently attempting to woo a lovely young lady that's caught my eye. No response yet though, note I did say ATTEMPTING.
Could this mean I'm finally over my ex? Or, at least as over any of my exes as I ever get? No, I doubt it. If I were, every random thing that makes me think of her still wouldn't depress me. I suck, plain and simple. I'm a GUY, this crap isn't supposed to bother me. Right ladies? Heh, I knew all of my trying to NOT be the sterotypical male would bite me in the ass some day. It's been a LONG time for God's sake. Oh well. The holidays always do this to me more than usual. August 25 That's IT!Cindy Sheehan...for God's sake...SHUT THE HELL UP!!!
Really, I feel sorry I do, but that's as far as it goes. What makes YOUR son's death any more important than what hundreds of other families have gone through? NOTHING! Sure, I may sound heartless, but truth be told, I have friends fighting over there, and I'd be devastated if I lost any of them, would I make it seem like THEY were the only life lost that meant anything? NO I WOULDN'T! The President did not go out and kill your son, some psychotic asshole half a world away did that. And no, even though that may sound political, I really couldn't care less about that mess. All politicians are the same, they all mean well but just end up being elderly rich folks with scandals and book deals, even so, it's the best system we have, you don't like it, feel free to say so, but don't act like you speak for me. August 12 Man dies after 50 hours of computer games
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August 09 More Jackson hilarityThis is just precious isn't it? Two of the Jackson jurors are saying now that they regret voting not guilty.
Now, let me get this out of the way first thing, I believe he is guilty of some form of molestation both with this boy and earlier. I do not necessarily believe some of the more graphic testimony offered, as it seemed somewhat sensationalized, but I believe a guilty man was set free.
One of the two, when asked why they were coming forward now said "I believe it's never too late to tell the truth" well, I'm sorry, but as far as the justice system goes, it IS too late to tell the truth now lady.
Truth about what, you may ask? Well these two jurors are saying they were pressured by everyone else to vote not guilty and go along with the crowd. Also, that the head of the jury threatened to have the two of them removed from the deliberations if they didn't agree with everyone else, a power which the foreperson does not have. Besides, if this person was making comments like that, they could have asked to speak to the judge in private and told him what was going on.
Besides, if they were so concerned that they were being forced to vote in a way they didn't want to, why not have the moral fiber to vote guilty anyway? The outcome would still be the same, hung jury or acquittal he still gets off, but at least these people would have voted the way they thought they should have, how nice.
But, both jurors can comfort themselves with the money they'll make from thier respective book deals. I hear it's a lot easer to sleep on a bed lined with cash. Adults are always telling young people to stop using the peer pressure crap as an excuse for bad behavior, but I guess this shows no one is immune. August 07 spookyHave you ever wondered what happens when we die?
I can't remember if I've mentioned this in earlier entries, and I'm too tired to look.
I believe my home, or at least the property on which it stands, is haunted in some form. I have had many experiences which separately wouldn't be seen as paranormal, but can be frightening.
I occasionally hear footsteps walking up and down the wheelchair ramp to our front door. I'll either be watching television, reading, or moving around my house, and "something" will slam on nearby pieces of furniture. Just like if you had flattened out your hand and slapped the top of a table hard. Ever since I was little I've been afraid to be alone outdoors, since I always always feel that there is someone one step behind me and occasionally hear footsteps over my own movements. Now that I would attribute to a little boy and his imagination...but it happens even today.
If I'm reading or using the computer, or even just going down the hall, I'll get bad chills down my back, and it feels like if I look just quick enough, I'll see something that shouldn't be there. I remember, where I heard someone call my name from outside my room (closed door) and no one in the house had called me.
Even my mother has had one incident that she'll admit she can't explain, that happened just a few weeks ago. Even though her and my father try to discredit the footsteps I hear and such. My grandfather died in February, my oldest uncle died quite a while ago. My mother has a little shelf in her room with makeup and perfume she doesn't use anymore on it, Some in glass bottles, some in plastic, all far back against the wall so no accidental movement could cause them to fall, and the shelf itself is on the other side of the room from my mom's bed. My mom was sitting on her bed, and I was sitting in the hallway (her room opens up right to the hallway, so you're in the hallway, open her door and her bed is right there) we were talking about my grandfather, and one of the plastic bottles rolled off the shelf, across the room and under her bed. Note that this bottle was not lying on its side on the shelf, it was standing upright, yet it rolled off the shelf and under her bed. Needless to say even my mother who discredits what I think might be here was quite shaken by that. We laughed it off and just siad "hi grandpa/dad, thanks for visiting" and changed the subject. In my room I have both a belt that my oldest uncle made for my grandfather, and sunglasses that used to belong to my grandfather, but aside from the usual stuff I mentioned earlier, nothing new has happened in my room since his death.
Do any of you have any thoughts or experiences you'd like to share? August 02 *incomprehensible muttering*I hate established learning. I can't go back to school in the fall unless I get some kind of financial aid or beg for a loan. Well, I kinda can't get financial aid if THE SCHOOL WAITS FOR THREE WEEKS TO TELL ME MY PAPERWORK WAS INCOMPLETE!!!!!!!
Ok, so I could have called them earlier to see what was going on, but when you're dealing with the college I go to, you get used to long waits between calls or mail, so I didn't think anything was amiss. Until I call this morning and found out my verification paperwork has been sitting in their office for 3 weeks because either one of my parents forgot to sign the last signature space.
Verification: When I fill out the Federal Application For Student Aid, I have to be honest about our family income obviously. Verification comes when apparently your answers are so out of whack that the college you choose to have the FAFSA results sent to doesn't believe you. (How can you possibly recieve hundreds of dollars a year in social security, and still be at poverty level??? and need financial aid *collective gasp from the financial aid geniuses*)
So my parents have to fill out this wittle form and send in signed copies of their wittle income tax forms to the college, just to you know, make sure that this family who can barely make ends meet isn't trying to fleece the system. So we send the stuff in three weeks ago and lordy lordy I get a letter in the mail today...."since we have not heard from you we will assume that you do NOT want financial aid for the upcoming school year, if this is not the case, please contact us immediately".
Haven't heard from me??? OH! You say my form wasn't signed correctly??? Nice of you to LET ME KNOW!!! YOU HAVE ALL MY CONTACT INFORMATION ON FILE FOR A REASON!!!! What? did you IDIOTS think I was gonna send a sticky note in a seperate envelope with the missing signature on it? So you decided to wait forever for that missing signature to come in the mail???
Oh! But that's not all!!! Apparrently they also never got a copy of my mother's W2's. Well gee, that might be because we already told you people she doesn't HAVE any state records of her income, she has to keep track of it herself. My mother is part of a home chore program which basically pays her a certain amount each month for taking care of mine and my twin's basic needs like meals, laundry, and so on. But, the state doesn't bother keeping records of it, so it's up to the individual. Well, after 10 minutes of repeatedly explaining this to the lady I spoke to, we settled on having my mother write her income on a sheet of paper and signing it....JOY!!!! And this was AFTER explaining how my mother's income was already stated on my parents tax return, it was just combined with my father's. My head hurts, my blood pressure is up, and I still gotta deal with these people!!! *shudder* August 01 Time marches on...Well it's that time of year again, when mom starts asking me what I want for my birthday come September. I have no idea. The things I really want can't be given, like a chance to relive the year and fix several massive key mistakes I've made. You know, it sucks being in your early 20's and having a premature midlife crisis, it really does. Of course, I've been having mine for almost 4 years now, so I should be used to it.
July 31 test(Please Note, the following text is a direct copy/paste from my previous blank "oh boy..." entry, so aparrently every other post I add is now gonna be blank for some reason)
Watching All Souls Day on Sci-Fi, and even though I've seen it before I couldn't miss a chance to rant on another pointless zombie movie. Four too attractive teenagers fighting off zombies. Yay.
You know, you'd think since these kids would be born in the 1980's storyline wise the characters themselves would have seen one zombie movie and be able to remember one mostly reliable piece of zombie lore...shoot/stab/crush the head, they go down for good. And since they're corpses to begin with, it should be even easier to kil em since the bodies have softened over time. But, the one piece of lore that the token blonde bimbo remembers is that when one of the guys gets bit he needs to be isolated in case he turns into one, which doesn't happen with these zombies apparrently, and yet one idiot stabs one with a knife and it keeps coming, shoots another one three times in the chest and it keeps coming, and wastes five more shots firing in the air to distract em while one of the guys runs across the street for more bullets.
Now, if a zombie infestation were to happen in real life, I'd probably curl up in a ball and get eaten cause I'd be too afraid, but at least if I could do something I'd know WHAT to do heh. Apparently allowing fictional characters some knowledge of other fictional situations kills the fun. Right.
Yay!Another entry that I find is blank after I post my bla entru, this has happened twice now and it's already becoming annoying beyond imagination. July 30 bla...July 25 *sigh*I hate this day heh, think somebody got into my space and deleted the poem I put up here last night. Although why they would do that and then not ruin anything else I dunno. It shows a visit from passport login at around 1:30 AM....yet I'm pretty sure I was in bed then. The kicker? It's not even letting me change my password...it goes through all right, and my password is still the same...it just reloads the form blank.
Could I have visited here late? And if I did, I certainly wouldn't delete my stuff. I really don't think I did. Maybe I'm too paranoid...
Oh well. July 22 When good days go bad....NOTE: The following post contains excessive swearing...well...a little excessive for me. If you're a child who shouldn't view bad words, or an adult offended by them, do not read on, you have been warned and I am absolved of any offense taken if you choose to read further.
Ok, I'm having a fabulous day, I actually went most of the day without thinking about my ex (damn subconscious, ruining another good night's sleep). My parents went most of an entire day without bitching at each other, we had a family movie night tonight, (The Pacifier, if you haven't seen it, check it out!) but before the good times with the movie, I just happened to catch the first portion of 60 minutes...2 little kids who stabbed another one 34 times...
NOTE: I did NOT see the entire segment, but since they were talking about one of the kids making up a story, and hiding his bloody shoes, I can figure that yes, at least ONE of them did it.
Now, anyone who was a regular viewer before my loooong hiatus, knows that if I had my way, I'd personally torture little thugs who do stuff like this, and to make it worse, the kid they did this to, a "playmate" of theirs was what people called "slow"....oh, so it's not enough you kill somebody...but you kill someone who's a little worse off than you, and then you have the BALLS to go on national tv and say how sorry you are, screw you ya little bitches.
I hope somebody in that juvie lockup DOES make you both their bitches. I am SOOOO sick and tired of the world having sympathy for animals like this, who are just "misunderstood". BS, I was victimized at school all the time, did I FEEL like killing people, yeah? Did I do it? NO! I just knocked em in the face (or somewhere else if they didn't move fast) a couple times if they were dumb enough to roll my chair into a locker and stay nearby. And guess what, I would go home and play VIOLENT video games too! *gasp* I still haven't killed anyone in reality...shocking isn't it?
What? School has nothing to do with it?! well YES it DOES. These fools and those worms at Columbine belong in the same level of hell. If I see ONE more documentary on Columbine or something similar, trying to tug at folks heartstrings I'll pull out what little remains of my hair! July 21 Strange searches...I mentioned this a while ago but it needs commenting on again, my space seems to be a stopping off point for porn starved folks.
checking my stats page to see if anyone has stopped by to bask in my close minded slash open minded slash lonely slash hopeless romantic slash rage filled wisdom lately, and I see someone visited my page, from a search entitled "Midget Girl Sex"....gee, isn't it interesting the things you learn on the Internet? And so it continues....My heart goes out to the people of London. Another day, more bombings...meanwhile a bunch of radical idiots are stroking each other somewhere, plotting the next way to earn their virgins in paradise. I realize that it's a perverted form of Islam that causes people to do these things, but COME ON! From now on I'm declaring a holy war against idiocy, and I gotta tell ya I'll have even less success than those psychos are. I hereby institute a new religion, with my lovely female goddess Midgeta, the goddess of overweight guys in wheelchairs, with my High Priest Fuzzems
'ta-da!!!' and my first order of business is to systematically bitchslap and torture everyone I don't agree with...like oh I dunno terrorists, Nazis, little whiny brats who shoot up schools because they thought they had the market cornered on being victimized...you know, it's all a rich tapestry.Do I realize that it's hypocritical to say what I just said, since I would be using a religion to do whatever the hell I want? Sure I do!! but's it's MY space, and I'm ticked. July 20 Hiel Ignorance!!!Yeah yeah I know, I tried the big text in my last entry, wasn't too happy with it..
I'm feeling especially gloomy/grumpy/mouthy tonight, so I think I'll comment on another recent local development.
A town nearby honored a local Nazi group for helping with a park cleanup project. Well isn't that SPECIAL!!!!!
I mean sure, the Fuhrer may he burn for eternity, expects clean parks ya know. Bunch of ignorant skinheaded SOB's.
Oh, oh wait, you know maybe I'm being too harsh, because we all know that Hitler was a holy visionary, and we should all slobber on his bigoted love meat for showing us how things really are in the world. Well thank you grand leader, and all the dumbasses who follow him, but no thanks. I'll tell you what. I might be overweight and disabled, but better that than being another mindless sheep who needs to join a big hate club just to belong to something.
Ah, you know, your kind of filth makes me even more anxious to fight, as much as the the holier than thou terrorists in the world. So I'll extend another invite, any of you Fuhrer worshippers or your *insert radical ignorant pile of human waste with a brain here* buddies wanna come by for a bare knuckle row one on one, feel free. Unless you would be too embarassed by getting rocked by one of the inferior strains of humanity.
But, lest I sound unappreciative, thanks for cleaning up the park, I'll be sure to think of you while I stroll in it in my wheelchair with a few of my non Aryan friends. I WUB JOO!!!!
NOTE: Yes, I'm well aware that Nazi point of views are protected by free speech, but, since I and my twin and several friends of mine wouldn't be alive now had Hitler gotten his way, I REALLY couldn't care less about offending pro-Nazi folks, or those who preach hate in general. Auto Industry losers....*gasp*c
Ok, that does it. I'm tired of people whining about industry.
So what? All of a sudden everyone is SURPRISED that America's automotive mecca finally hit bottom? When every car from EVERY manufacturer has looked the same for ages, with the exception of slight differences, thanks to windtunnel technology that says there's only certain lines to making the best car? Never mind that automobiles have become so ridiculously expensive to begin with. Good god! I'll tell all you idiot analysts out there something, the only reason you HAVE jobs, is because the average american doesn't give a crap about what you have to say, but the ones that do have tons of money to throw away on useless opinions.
I am an American citizen, when I have money to spend I am also an American consumer. Because I come from a family where money is always in desperately short supply, I will NEVER EVER buy a new car unless I recieve some huge monetary windfall, and the used car I buy, I will be looking for pure gas mileage. So, this man's opinion means nothing to me...and yet, it is so incredibly stupid it bears commenting on. I love how intellectual people can pretend to be surprised or disgusted about something that the "great unwashed" already knew was happening May 22 mmmm....butterflyLast week my twin brought home a large helium filled butterfly shaped balloon. We let it sit in the house for some time, and this past monday mom and I went out on the porch and released it. It was a spur of the moment thing, and had I thought I would have attached a note to send with it. That thing went up a long long ways high enough to clear our tallest trees by over a hundred feet and more, and we watched it fly north until it disappeared from view. Given how slowly the helium was draining from that thing and how far and fast it had flew in just that first 10 minutes, we still wonder how far it went and where it eventually ended up. I wonder how much country it got to see, and how many motorists were shocked to see a big rubbery butterfly on the horizon, before it glided down somewhere for good. We even joked that we'd see it on the news at some point as the cause of some mischeif. Anyone else have any stories like that they'd like to share? I'd like to hear them. May 19 Politicians and Arguing in Washington! *whip crack*This is bull, complete and total bull. I don't care who started what, I don't care who's in the majority or minority. What I care about is a bunch of elderly men and women in business suits are acting like spoiled children. Wonder whatever happened to agreeing to disagree and doing what's best for the majority of the American people. What!?!?! American People?!?!?! Screw Them! We'll just go back to getting involved in scandals of our own and getting our full salary after retirement and jerking off to attractive interns while our battleaxe wives and impotent grump husbands sit at home and jack off to the pool boy and the maid. Right now, all of you ivory tower fools make me sick. And people WONDER why America has become the laughingstock of the international community... Pisses you off too huh Fuzzems!?
Sic em boy! May 18 HodgepodgeIt's been a surprisingly long while since I updated, my apologies to the acquaintences I've made who were kind enough to visit regularly. I hope you'll start returning once more. Quite frankly I've just been too tired lately to update, and not all that much has happened lately to warrent an update, although there has been some prime rant material for me to use as well. In short, I'm still going with my dad to his workplace, and the charming young lady I associate with there wants to set me up with her neighbor, who supposedly is 21, is in a wheelchair like myself, and is available, but the mystery woman in question hasn't gotten in touch with me yet, and it's been over a week so I'm not all that optimistic. My older brother had his van broken into and part of his stereo stolen Saturday night. We're pretty sure the person in question whoever they are, took the parts to use themself rather than looking for things to pawn since they didn't take any of the other valuables he has in there. Of course, this is one of those cases where you file a report with the police but just instinctively know nothing will ever be recovered. His van was so well known where he lives that anyone could have done it.
*sigh* So, on the off chance that you, whoever you are, ever come to this page, leave a message and we can get in touch, with proof that you have my brother's property of course. When you come over, little crippled me will stomp your ass into the ground, and then personally hand you to the police. Come on, I know it'll never happen, except in a story, but hey, I need the exercise. And just so you know, mystery thief, if you think I don't have the ability, or that I'm not ballsy enough to trounce you...get in touch. |
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