Last week, my computer died. I don't know how or why it happened, but it's gone, dea, game over, all. All, that is. All. Anyway, I have a new machine now and it's good. It's god. It's good. It's all good, you see. And that's what, man, that's really just what. That's all too.

This past weekend, in Kent, 2 blacks beat a young white guy to death. They almost hit him with thier car and he shouted at them to watch out. So they pulled over, got out and beat him. He later died in the hospital. The thugs were restrained by a group of responsible citizens and arrested.
This sickens me. You know damn well that if 2 whites beat a black guy to death, it would be called a hate crime and made national headline news. Al Sharpton and his gang of mindless "blame whitey for everything" (which sadly includes white people - ultra-liberal middle class idiots who have never had a real life experience with any black people*) lackeys would converge on the scene to protest and whine about white people keeping the black man down and all other manner of total bullshit... But THIS wasn't a hate crime. Blacks couldn't possibly be racist, right? I mean the fact that they all hate white people and scoff at everything we do and try to intimidate and con and talk shit and act disrespectfully and ogreish towards us is completely justifiable because thier great, great, great, great, great grandparents were slaves and every white person on the planet is a descendant of slaveowners and WE ( Yes, WE, as in the here and now) are responsible for all that. Yes, THAT's OK. That is not a hate crime. 2 people beating another person to death, regardless of race, couldn't possibly be fueled by hate. No, no, no, of course not. ONLY if the perpetrators are white and the victim is black. Only then does "hate" have anything to do with it.
Our society sickens me. Anyone who thinks racism is a thing of the past is a fucking moron. It's alive and as bad as its ever been. It's just been dressed up and stirred around in a pot of "political correctness" so it doesn't seem "as bad". But the prettier it's dressed up, the more it stinks of bullshit and lies and the stench, my friends has become nearly intolerable.
These two wastes of life do not care. The young man's life meant nothing to them, as surely thier own lives mean nothing to them. These fucking kids in black culture these days have been raised on violence moreso than any other generation before them, and it has rotted thier souls out completely. Life has no value whatsoever to them and if they ever knew anything of love, that too, has surely withered away into dust to join a pile of cobwebs and broken glass along with morals, values, hope and respect for others in the dark pit that could have been a heart. Sending people like this to prison is no kind of punishment. Prison is a place that kills the soul. If one's soul is already dead, prison has no effect. I've been to prison and I've seen these kind of people. They are a dime a dozen and prison to them is just a party. It is meaningless to them. It certainly is not a punishment to them. It is sick.
How sad and awful that a young man has lost his life because 2 other young men just felt like hurting somebody and he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time and had the nerve to tell them to watch how they're driving. I'm sure that it will come out that it's the white kids fault. They'll claim he called them niggers or some such horseshit and his merciless and senseless beating will become justified in the minds of many.
This is the state of race in the United States of America.

*More on these fools some other time.

Pudding aint no fuckin good. Pudding with crushed up oreos, or any other kind of cookie in it is even worse.

Foonsk is the good word that I say to you at this moment. Do you understand what I say to you now? Do you understand what I say to you NOW!

It is now October the 16th and the weather is total crap-a-doodle shit. It be cold. It be rainy and doggone it, it be on some old type like bullshit, 'n I aint on it, about it, with it nor for it no how, yawm!? Got on like fucked up n'eye aint on it. Yaaaawwwwwwmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeean!!!???

But seriously and for real, this sucks. We got screwed on fall! It went straight from summer to late fall. We totally skipped over that beautiful sweet early fall weather. That's some straight flat out raw, uncooked pukecheesius bullfunk. S'just all fucked up, yo. All fucked up. All.

I sniff the good orange and eat the tasty watermelon for nutrients. Plus vitamins. Also, minerals and such. So forth even.

Aint it funny and retarded how brits say vitamins. They pronounce it vit-a-mins, with a short "i" instead of a long "i", which is the proper and American way. Brits. Limeys. *Psh!* What a bunch of stupid idiots. Fuckin' rot-tooth stinkfucks is what!

Losers.

drama people

People are so damn dramatic and they just take themselves and thier lives way, way too goddamn seriously. Some of these hacks seem to believe, I mean truly for real believe that the whole of existence revolves around them, around THIER being and thier perception(s) of the way things are. As far as they're concerned, thiers is the only opinion that matters, that means anything at all, basically, that THEY are all that is truly real and that everything else only exists as an afterthought of thier supreme and singular conciousness, that the importance of what is happening in thier absurd lives, in thier tiny minds, in thier soulless, linear winter of dull, hazy horseshit they call thier lives outweighs and negates anything that could be happening at any time, anywhere to anyone else. The daily minutae of THEM is the end-all be-all of what it is to be alive. They totally and completely miss the point.

Well, loyal readers, (a.k.a. MYSELF)...

Micheal Jackson, the self-proclaimed (and justifiably so) "King of Pop" has died of an apparant heart attack. He was 51 years old. Those are the facts.

This is my slant:
Alright, old boy is dead. But come on man, I mean really, hasn't the dude been pretty much dead for a few years now? His career - certainly dead, or at least in a coma, some sort of dusty, vegetative state anyway. His nose, Christ Almighty! - Certainly deader than a doornail!
And the fucker was spiritually dead, no doubt. I mean that guy was chewed the fuck up, bad! Touched in the head if you will, and I don't wanna know where else the fucker was touched!
All thses sycophantic assholes are coming out of the woodwork praising this dickwad as some kind of... what? A GOD or some shit? Was or IS Micheal Jackson a fucking GOD!?
Get real, people. Would any of thses shitsucking cocksmokers have left thier kids alone with that kiddy-diddling pederast for any lenght of time? They're all making a big ass stink over a creep who had to pay some kid what was it? 20 million bucks to back off in court!!!!??? The dude had guiltykiddie fiend written all over him (prbably in red magic marker by little Timmy).

Anyway, FUCK Micheal Jackson. Fuck him and his sorry ass family and his "children" (speaking of which, does anybody really believe those were his kids? There aint nary a fucking smidge of black in those kids!
But look, I aint got no type of no problem with his kids or his family, although his folks did a real nice job of desttroying that guy mentally, physically and spiritually (Good Goin Jackson parents!), and I really don't give a squirt of piss one way or the other that the guy is dead, alive, or just surviving on a heavy regimen of strong narcotic painkillers, benzo and speed and staring at his brain through those 2 little holes in his face where a nose once was...
That's that and this is this..........................................

I'M GONNA RIDE THE BOOGIE ALL NIGHT LONG!!! Ah hee hee hee! dah! Sha-mone!

Dream - Monday night/early Tuesday morning 5/26/09

This is a dream I had in the early a.m. hours of Tuesday, May 26, 2009. I cannot explain or describe it as accurately as I'd like to, as is the case with dreams...

Jerry calls from somewhere in North Africa, where he is visiting Brandon. He tells Lolita he has arrived and is now getting his cab. The cabs there are ones that you rent and drive yourself. He asks Lo if she'd like to try working the controls (this is over the phone, mind you, dream stuff...). She's messing around with that and I pick up the operator's manual and start paging through it. I come across a section about renting dolphins. "If you need to get anywhere accessible by water, you can rent a dolphin for maximum efficiency and economy. Section 1: Controlling your dolphin". The manual goes on to explain how to use the dolphin harness to move the dolphin left or right and in other directions... "How to stop your dolphin: If you need to come to a complete stop, pull straight back on the harness reins until your dolphin's nose is pointed straight upwards toward the sky. The dolphin will cease moving and will remain totally still until you let go the reins. Dolphins become paralyzed with fear when they are looking straight up into the sky because that is where they come from."
That's all for the manual part of the dream, which then goes right into the dolphins and space thing. Suddenly I know that dolphins, or some form of dolphins, once had great civilizations on another planet and that some cataclysmic event led them to abandon their home planet and retreat to the oceans of the earth. So pointing their noses skyward must bring back the fear of what they fled from. I am now talking with my mom and dad about which planet they came from. My dad suggests Mercury, which I dismiss as too hot and incapable of supporting any form of life, then Saturn, which is also non life-sustainable, being made up of noxious gases and what not. Mars seems to be the only logical planet they could have come from and deep below its surface are the remains of their civilization...

At this point, I was woke up by Lo, which is good because I probably would have never remembered this vivid and awesome dream had I kept sleeping. I google the phrase "dolphins once inhabited mars" (sounds ridiculous I know) and a number of links came up about a dried up ocean in the shape of a dolphin and other oceans shaped like sea animals. One site even suggested that dolphins are the descendants of grey aliens that split from thier terra dwelling cousins and evolved in the oceans.
This was the coolest dream I've had in a long time and has got me really interested in life being on mars ages ago. I believe that Mars was the home planet of extra-terrestrial beings at one time and that something happened to the planet that led them away from it...

Well, that's that. Crazy? Sure. Awesome as all get-out? You bet MUTHAFUCKAS!!!!

best band EVER!

Slappy Black and the Satan Sniffers is the greatest hard rock/metal band of all time!!!

I slay the good badness

i slay the bullshit with my sword of truth and light. I spew forth righteousness as the lies of eons project out at high rates of speed from all points of possible exit. I lick the slime of evil off each slice of goodness pie and I spit back into the face of the very devil himself, who hath been sitting around suckin' on chili dog outside the tasty freeze since the dawn of time when he was cast down from heaven by God himself into the burning pits of hell to wallow and writhe in his own fluids and semenal rot-juice for all time.
It is a long and weary battle but I tear the fabric of space and time with my dagger of love and squeeze through to the dimension of superior light where there are many blades of grass and where magical animals, such as unicorns and the winged duck-billed platypus frolic in the autumn mist in a land called honnalee.

I ramble with the best of them.
It does not matter one iota of shit because I have no readers. I can say whatever I choose, because there is not a soul who will read this.
So, Hey WORLD, GO EAT A BIG PILE OF DOG POOP AND THEN FUCK OFF AND DIE!!!!!!!

Stupid Tuesday Shit

I go to say, it's a rainy day,
in 'bout an hour, I'll be on my way
takin the sprout to the doc
to get his quarterly shots
cries and whines and screams and all
from some bratty little turd down the hall
But I shouldn't be so mean
My own kid will cry it seems
and it will be me who changes that shitty ass diaper in the exam room whilst I'm a-waitin on the doctor to say, "flim'flam diggetty'dam whatcha goona really like flibbety flab. Sh'zaaaaaaaaa"

aint no thang

Thar be no whale of the sort ye be spinnin yarns of. A whale like that be only the stuff of nuchtmars, ye see ye see ye see ye so.......
And that's the whole muthrfuckn TRUTH, jizz-ack!!!

Lots of people suck and are not worthy of life itself. Or anything else for that matter.

EXTRA! EXTRA! READ ALL ABOUT IT! AMERICAN MAJORITY A BUNCH OF MORONIC CLOWNS!

I had to stop reading the editorial page in the local newspaper. I no longer want to read other people's opinions. The majority of people out there are ignorant, brain-dead cocksucking fuck-stick morons whose thought process is so molded and set by years of greed, prejudice and self-righteousness, that they no longer have a single fucking idea worth giving heed to. The old saying goes, "Opinions are like assholes, everbody has one." Even more appropriate, I think, is that everyone has one, and it always stinks!
I am disgusted by the majority percentage of people in our society. I wish that they would just drop fucking dead and save the oxygen they're wasting on people who have something to offer thier fellow man beyond just being what they like to call "a productive, contributing member of society".

clisnerry chi-snoodle-bloozy mcNabberry shlabnabble.

Look here so/so barmaid. Bring me another beer. I swear by the very stool I sit on that I will love you until the end of time if you will bring me a beverage laced with alcoholic properties. I will pull a small bag of cocaine out of my pocket and toss it on the counter. You can do with it as you please. I will spit on the graves of your enemies and set fire to the bad places in your life. I will drive your car, I will be your butler. I will steal scratch off lottery tickets from my job at the gas station and I will scratch them with pennies until I find you a winner, then I will give you the ticket so that you may have many dollars and all I ask in return is that you order me a pizza and for CHRIST'S SAKE. bring me a SAKE. And/or a beer.
And then a blow job.

People of the world, or anyone who is reading my blog, so... Nobody...
Check out this shit:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qd64zf6N9QI

This makes me poop excellence. Do you understand what I say to you now?
I am scotch tape holding some twilly twerp's nose in pug position. I smack the grilled cheese dotted 3rd grade art smock. It was my old man's tattered work shirt.
I am the cheap metal that holds the eraser onto a penceil scraping against the paper and tearing holes in it because the eraser has been worn away with use.
I am worm shit, that is dirt. I am all this and more.
It's all so clear to me now...
WE're not hitch-hiking, We're fuckin' RIDING the sun around the goddamn universe MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!

WTF

What the fuck?!

This one time, when I was in the joint at old Belmont C.I., I done seen this dumbass kid get the shit knocked out of him. What a fool. The kid was a bunk restriction with the green jumpsuit on first street with all the other moron bunkies. Well, they talked him into stealing this one dude's CD player and he did. He got caught and there were 15 black dudes just beating this dude senseless. Big fat white kid on the ground with 15 homies kicking him, slapping him, spitting on him, beating the stupid right outta his fuckin head. Eventually, I guess they must've got tired of wailing on the fat fuck and they stopped. The fucker stood up, actually stood up, a little shakily, with a stream of blood trailing out of his ear and just kind of wandered about until the C.O.s took him to I.H.S. He was taken off the compound to the hospital.
That should have been a lesson to thieves in there, but of course, it all depends on who you are, how big you are and what color your skin is regarding the consequences of stealing from somebody, and just who that somebody is.
Prison is a crazy place. It's like the basest of base of our society, and the way it is really is no different than it is at the top of the cultural food chain. It's just more obvious and blatant. It's not disguised as politics in the big capitol...

ol' Snorky...

I met this crazy old boy named Snorky McSnifapoo. He was a total weirdo and he was always slapping corns together. What I mean is, he always had 2 pieces of indian corn and was always slapping them together, trying to make the individual kernels fly off. He was convinced that the corn could feel pain and that when a kernel popped off and flew through the air, it would scream. He said it pained him to do this, that he loved the corn but that he HAD to do it, and it killed a little piece of his heart every time. He said he was a sado-masochist. He had a tattoo on his arm that said "CORNEYE".
I tell no lie peoples, the dude was on some old shit, crazy style. Crazier than fut. Perhaps at another time, I will relate a bit more about old Snorky McSnifapoo.

Whooped that ASS!

Check it out once: I seen this dude walkin down the way and I was like, "Hey dude, I know you from somewheres. C'mere. Comover here dude. Lemme gitta lookit that face dog..." So then I seen it was this fuckin dude I didnt like. It was this fuckin cocksucker who talked some old shit one time up at Wally G's, so I's like, "Checkit man, you remember me? Huh? You remember me punk! Naw, that memory kinda hazy now aint it. Now I'm standin up in your shit and your fuckin dudes aint here. Yeah, now me and you alone and yo motherfuckin punk ass friends aint here and now you dont remember talkin all that GOOD ASS SHIT, BITCH!" Man, this ho-ass motherfucker was scared TA DEATH man! He was all lik, "Naw, man. You got the wrong guy dog. I aint said no type a no shit like that man. I aint never talked no shit to you dog. Naw, man, I aint on no bullshit man, you got me fucked up man... I aint on it man, I aint tryin' ta git in no shit man, I'm chillin man, tryin to git to my bitch man, she down the way, she expectin me man, I gots to roll mun.." I sayed, "HELL NAW man! HAIL motherfuckin NAW PUNK! Hell no, if yer gonna talk that old shit man, you best be prepared to back that shit up whether yo fuckin punk ass friends is there or NOT, motherfucker! Now c'mon man, say that shit again like you said before man! Talk that good shit now man! Talk that shit one time now bitch ass ho-ass motherfucker!" Man, this sorry ass ho got all quiet and shit. Shouda seen this punk, man. Aint had SHIT to say now. I's all jacked up now thogh man, I had to kick that ass now man. I said, "Fuckit man, Finna whoop that ass anyway man..." Man, I beat that dude STUPID upside the motherfuckin head and every other typa way. That muthafucka was FUCKED UP when I was done beatin that ass! I said, "Man, look. You gonna think twice before you talk some shit now, aint you? Yeah, punk. Remember that shit man. You don't talk no typa no shit about me jack, you hear me man, I aint aint no bitch, man, I aint ON it, punk!" Shit man, I seen that dumb ass motherfucker walk away man, and I yelled out to him, "Yeah, you git down to your bitches house now! You let the ho see how I beat yo ass. Tell I'm right here if she wanna fuck with a REAL man!" Hell yeah man. Beat that ass.

I had a dream last night that we were flat broke and homeless and Lo and I were carting the babies and Riv around in a gian stroller. She went off somewhere to look for a doctor and I was trying to keep my eye on the kids and looking for food at the same time. I kept glancing back to the stroller and people were gathering around it and looking at my kids and some guy was saying how cute Vi was and it was creepy. I remember feeling doom and hopelessness. It was not a good dream. It was a bad dream.

I don't get why every one of my posts says it is 3 hours earlier than what it really is. I live in Ohio. That's EST. When I filled out my profile, I distinctly recall saying so. What the shit man!?

today is st. patrick's day and I don't give a shit. St. Patrick is gay and irish people suck. go fuck yourself.

none

Stereotypes are all alike.

I am walking down the sidewalk wondering why there are some sad blades of grass trying to grow up through the cracks. They are lonely, all alone, singular beings taking a shot at survival in a world of hurt and concrete. They have been forsaken by thier creator. They have been fated to a life of desperation and longing. Longing for thier kin, thier friends, thier own kind, not so far off in that thick, green lawn just on the other side of the walk. So close, so close, and so far away. It's only right there, a couple of feet away, but alas! It may as well be a million miles away. If they were to be uprooted and placed within the loving reach of thier green spiky bretheren, it would be a quick and bittersweet homecoming, as they would surely die without root.
It is a sad and twisted world of irony.
Also, as I walked, I thought about PacMan. Man, did I love that game! Ms. PacMan was even better, I think.

Here is my biggest problem with fundamentalist Christianity:
I will endure the same fate as a child-raping, grandmother-murdering, burglarizing, wife-beating, child-abusing, gang-banging, bank-robbing, invasive, piece of shit thug.
As far as a Christian is concerned, upon death, a person of this caliber and me are no different.
Even worse than that, if this pice of shit decides to "repent" by using a specific combination of words, all will be forgiven, and whereas I will burn in hell for all eternity, he will recieve eternal life in the kingdom of heaven.
Bullshit.
God knows your heart. God knows truth.
I don't care what your religion is, what you believe, what you think. In the end, if you are not true, you can't fool anyone after you're dead. You can't bring anything from this world with you but what you have in your heart. If it's lies, if it's evil, if it's hate, if it's wrong... That's what will follow you into the unknown.
So, self-righteous, ultra-religious pedestal-standing hypocrites: Fuck you.

There are people in the world, they are snobbish. I know people like that. They are fakers. There are pretenses. There is condescension. There are ugly vibes radiating from thier persons. I am not friends with these people, but I have had to acquaint with them for one reason or another. I do not like them. It is a shame that there are people like this in the world. It is a shame that there are many different kinds of bad people in the world.

The saying goes "Idle hands are the Devil's workshop". I think that's how it goes. True. True.

9:22am

At 8:22 am today, I was racing my kid to school. An hour later I am at work. In between those two moments in time I filled my gas tank, bought cigarettes and chewed some gum, which I am still chewing. It is Stride "Forever Fruit" to be exact. More on that later.
I am overwhelmed with excitement.