I have been asked to help several groups from the 9/12ers to the Tea Parties to lead them into victory over our fascist government. I have been thinking about it for awhile, mulling this over. I figured that if I could take a group of these 'so called adults' (50% of them are childish morons) and become the central leader again that they all need they will succeed. They do need a leader here in the OKC metro. Then I realized something, I pay the government between $5,000 and $15,000 a year and it takes them 3 months to send me a check. I ask for a movie from Netflix and it LITERALLY is in my mailbox within less than 36 hours. How is that? Then I realize that we all as American citizen are eventually going to become wards of the state with this health care debacle. I finally made my decision!
Baseball is starting up. I am going to watch baseball! Screw health care, Pelosi, Obama, the Demonazis, the Repubs, the White House, the House of Congress, the Bill of Rights, the Constitution. I figure that if the Constitution has not learned how to fight for itself in over 200 years, it never will. The Constitution is always 'needing protection' and blah blah blah. The Constitution is like Walker's girlfriend in Walker, Texas Ranger. Half of the episodes is when Walker's girlfriend gets kidnapped or beaten and he tries to save her. I would always think that if she would just get a bodyguard or Walker would just break up with her, he would have a lot more time on his hands to start up a hobby like whittling or quilting. He never did. But I am. So Constitution, get a bodyguard or stand up for yourself or you are gonna get bullied even more. Good luck Constitution, I am going to watch some baseball!
Friday, March 26, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Scars
When I was a boy, I was always doing daredevil things that would leave me scars. Scars were cool, they meant that you were tough and almost a man. Where you are an adult, we develop other types of scars. These scars you cannot see or flaunt them in front of your friends. And many times they take a lot longer to heal.
I am not saying that I am the only person on Earth that have scars, everybody has them, some more than others. These scars are like real scars, they don't ever go away, but like my boyhood scars, you learn things from each one of these scars. If you don't, then you are likely to get bigger scars. These scars can come from being molested as a child then turning to drugs in adulthood, having bad parents that are abusive, or even regrets.
The hurt lessens with time, but you will always feel down into your soul and feel those scars that remind you where you have come from. Maybe it was that old girlfriend that broke your heart years ago, or that relative that you will not speak to again because of a long-waged war.
The point being is that how are you going to keep those scars and also move on with your life? I think of myself as an expert in this, I have many scars, but I call them my battle wounds. I could turn to drugs or other things that can keep those wounds open, or give time to let my wounds heal. The best person to talk to about this is somebody who has the same scars, and with time, the won't heal up to normal again, but they will stop bleeding and let you live in happiness again.
I am not saying that I am the only person on Earth that have scars, everybody has them, some more than others. These scars are like real scars, they don't ever go away, but like my boyhood scars, you learn things from each one of these scars. If you don't, then you are likely to get bigger scars. These scars can come from being molested as a child then turning to drugs in adulthood, having bad parents that are abusive, or even regrets.
The hurt lessens with time, but you will always feel down into your soul and feel those scars that remind you where you have come from. Maybe it was that old girlfriend that broke your heart years ago, or that relative that you will not speak to again because of a long-waged war.
The point being is that how are you going to keep those scars and also move on with your life? I think of myself as an expert in this, I have many scars, but I call them my battle wounds. I could turn to drugs or other things that can keep those wounds open, or give time to let my wounds heal. The best person to talk to about this is somebody who has the same scars, and with time, the won't heal up to normal again, but they will stop bleeding and let you live in happiness again.
Monday, March 8, 2010
5 Minutes To Speak My Peace
I was reminiscing about the past the other day when I remembered that my sister had gone to a summer camp back when she was younger. They told all the kids to write a letter to their families in 5 minutes like you were on a plane that was about to crash. This exercise was to speak your peace and I guess make you realize things about yourself. So I have decided to do this, and I am going to time myself for five minutes. In five minutes I will just stop writing, so here goes.
Dear family,
I have only 5 minutes to write this letter because the plane I am on is going to crash in exactly 5 minutes. So here goes, I want to be cremated and put in a nice coffee can right in front of the TV. With the rest of the money from my life ins. policy, blow it in Vegas or something, I don't care. If you want to have a good life, always garden, never trust fast women or hippies, and NEVER get into or talk about politics.
Never use the Lord's name in vain, but the other bad words just choose them wisely. Never board a plane where the pilot smells like Vodka. Always buy a Tundra, and never be cold at heart. Always love with genuine love. When you are a kid, always listen to your parents, and realize that when you grow up, your parents are going to be the IRS and they are MUCH more mean and strict than your actual parents ever were.
Always wear deodorant, and never move to California.
And this was all I could write in 5 minutes. I would hope that my will would be in place at the time, but I think the point in life is that life is like a roller coaster. You gotta hold on and just enjoy the ride. You can always look back and say 'What ifs', but that doesn't matter. Never take the little things for granted, and never 'enjoy everyday', some days just aren't for enjoying. So just go through those days and enjoy the days meant for enjoying. Read a lot, and not of the same thing. Never try tobacco, drugs, or alcohol, your body doesn't like these things at first for a reason. Always tell the truth, and when you want to hide something, don't lie about it, just don't talk about it, unless it has to do with other people, then you are on your own.
Get a dog, then notice how they live. They enjoy the most simple of things. Learn from that! Always listen to people that you respect and that have the insight and knowledge you need. Always ask them questions and soak in as much wisdom you can from them, it will make you a better person. Never watch the news except for the weather, they will give you a bunch of information that has nothing to do with you and will scare you to death.
Garden, plant something, take care of it. My favorite job was working for pennies in one of the hottest summers on record as a groundskeeper at Oklahoma Christian. You can be closer to God doing work like that than being in a church. Go to church, though, because everything has it's time and place. Talk to the Lord like he is you best friend, and more, even though he may not be every day.
Make a set of principles to follow in your life, then NEVER violate any of those principles.
Dear family,
I have only 5 minutes to write this letter because the plane I am on is going to crash in exactly 5 minutes. So here goes, I want to be cremated and put in a nice coffee can right in front of the TV. With the rest of the money from my life ins. policy, blow it in Vegas or something, I don't care. If you want to have a good life, always garden, never trust fast women or hippies, and NEVER get into or talk about politics.
Never use the Lord's name in vain, but the other bad words just choose them wisely. Never board a plane where the pilot smells like Vodka. Always buy a Tundra, and never be cold at heart. Always love with genuine love. When you are a kid, always listen to your parents, and realize that when you grow up, your parents are going to be the IRS and they are MUCH more mean and strict than your actual parents ever were.
Always wear deodorant, and never move to California.
And this was all I could write in 5 minutes. I would hope that my will would be in place at the time, but I think the point in life is that life is like a roller coaster. You gotta hold on and just enjoy the ride. You can always look back and say 'What ifs', but that doesn't matter. Never take the little things for granted, and never 'enjoy everyday', some days just aren't for enjoying. So just go through those days and enjoy the days meant for enjoying. Read a lot, and not of the same thing. Never try tobacco, drugs, or alcohol, your body doesn't like these things at first for a reason. Always tell the truth, and when you want to hide something, don't lie about it, just don't talk about it, unless it has to do with other people, then you are on your own.
Get a dog, then notice how they live. They enjoy the most simple of things. Learn from that! Always listen to people that you respect and that have the insight and knowledge you need. Always ask them questions and soak in as much wisdom you can from them, it will make you a better person. Never watch the news except for the weather, they will give you a bunch of information that has nothing to do with you and will scare you to death.
Garden, plant something, take care of it. My favorite job was working for pennies in one of the hottest summers on record as a groundskeeper at Oklahoma Christian. You can be closer to God doing work like that than being in a church. Go to church, though, because everything has it's time and place. Talk to the Lord like he is you best friend, and more, even though he may not be every day.
Make a set of principles to follow in your life, then NEVER violate any of those principles.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Lil Miss Perfect
My evenings sometimes consist of letting go of the remote and letting my wife watch trash. Tonight she was watching another one of those shows that follow little pageant girls and their parents in a pursuit of perfection. I have a very important list of what is very wrong with this crud.
1. This is a child molester's dream. They can just turn on the tube and watch these parents whore out their girls. Why not put them in a two piece bathing suit and tell them that they need to loose just a little bit of weight. I mean c'mon, you 4 years old, it is about time to watch your carb intake.
2. Most of these parents have a lot of issues themselves. They are not the attractive ones and it seems they want acceptance through pimping out their children.
3. 'I like being in pageants, they are very fun and I like them a lot' is what these poor girls say. Sure, and I can convince my lil bit that bending a paper clip and sticking it in electrical outlets can be very fun. C'mon lil bit, the 110 volts get easier to handle the more you do it, stop being such a baby!
4. In college I dated a girl that was made to enter those pageants. She was so messed up in the head 10 years later I felt really scared breaking up with her when I did because I was really scared she might take her own life (no joke, and luckily she didn't).
The point I am making is that this is child abuse that is celebrated in our society. I can't even watch these shows. I know first-hand what happens to these girls when they grow up. Oh, I am sorry, they are already grown up.
*DISCLAIMER* If you think that child pageants are OK and that I was unfair to attack these parents, screw that, you are sick and need to see a psychiatrist, NOT a therapist, but a doctor that can prescribe heavy doses of medication to you!
1. This is a child molester's dream. They can just turn on the tube and watch these parents whore out their girls. Why not put them in a two piece bathing suit and tell them that they need to loose just a little bit of weight. I mean c'mon, you 4 years old, it is about time to watch your carb intake.
2. Most of these parents have a lot of issues themselves. They are not the attractive ones and it seems they want acceptance through pimping out their children.
3. 'I like being in pageants, they are very fun and I like them a lot' is what these poor girls say. Sure, and I can convince my lil bit that bending a paper clip and sticking it in electrical outlets can be very fun. C'mon lil bit, the 110 volts get easier to handle the more you do it, stop being such a baby!
4. In college I dated a girl that was made to enter those pageants. She was so messed up in the head 10 years later I felt really scared breaking up with her when I did because I was really scared she might take her own life (no joke, and luckily she didn't).
The point I am making is that this is child abuse that is celebrated in our society. I can't even watch these shows. I know first-hand what happens to these girls when they grow up. Oh, I am sorry, they are already grown up.
*DISCLAIMER* If you think that child pageants are OK and that I was unfair to attack these parents, screw that, you are sick and need to see a psychiatrist, NOT a therapist, but a doctor that can prescribe heavy doses of medication to you!
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