Back in the day I played around with comics. Actually have over 40,000 comic books in storage. Anyway, while working as a Marine Security Guard in Stockholm I drew a comic featuring Fred, the spider. It was fun and I’m going to play around with it again as it makes me smile.
It will be like me, odd, off-beat, and a bit different. If you enjoy, (no one reads this crap anyway,) then great. If it offends you, even better!
Something can be said for how smooth the keyboard on these modern gadgets make typing.
Something can also be said for how technology has made dispersion of expression to be so available. Blogs forums, websites… Just imagine if only 10% of the worlds population wrote something everyday on a site such as WordPress. It would indeed be impressive.
I started this site to take my mind off of something called love and it has not worked. What has worked is that I have discovered love is a pretty useless endeavor. Much like this world, for most it is an illusion at best and a nightmare at worst.
In this past year the pursuit of love has been most painful, yet I continued. Why? What the fuck could possess me to pursue a shadow of what mostly torments my thoughts? Definitely not sex. Definitely not conversation. So what the hell is it?
I’m glad the winter of 2016-17 is mostly over as now I can pursue work. I have a lot of work lined up so to work seven days a week. It will be nice to use that to enrich my empty coffers and to take my mind off the folly of having fallen in love.
Interesting to look back at the thousand of words put into print by these fingers the last few years. A change. An advancement. A retreat. Enrichment. Degradation. Pride. Greed. Sadness. Joy. Foolishness. Intelligence. That is why I really enjoy writing. It feels… real. Concrete. Of substance.
Writing. Work. Drawing. All nice, all needed for me to keep what little sanity is left to lose.
Lets see if a poem can now be created, after stirring up the sludge in my useless brain:
Writing the Words
From airy thoughts come to thin a volume learned. Experience of A to Z grasped; enslaved to print; saved for moment of later, where it can be seen.
What does it matter, to draw upon the wall of a world, an author enslaved. Cave or dwelling, address mute as the ear struggles, the voice yells silent, and eyes full of colored mess.
Author of a moment, where drifts nothing of import. Rotting flesh waiting for demise. For who cares what letters ramble, put together to show such life?
Really though it matters not as those care less than ever while lost in their own lives. Lives where they too, write and ramble. Laughing, crying, feeling their own lives.
“Look at me! I’m real. See? My family, familiar, filled with it is, to be.”
It will be nice when the word flow stops from damned fingers, digits flexed to appease and fold. Repose of darkness enfolding, into a wordless night.
The forms of protests originating with liberals who still have not accepted the election results simply get weirder and weirder…
Witches across the country gathered together at midnight on Friday to cast a spell on President Donald Trump seeking to remove him from office.
The witches have pledged to cast a spell under each crescent moon until Trump is no longer president. The next few crescent moons are said to take place March 26, April 24 and May 23.
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Oh, my. Did I get a good laugh after reading this one. You see, there are witches and then there are real witches. Make believe and real. The make believe practice what they know nothing of while thinking they do. Real ones… They could care less if Trump was president or I was.
Humans are such a great source of entertainment for me!
Oh, and as a side note too human ‘witch’ stupidity. Midnight on friday, all across the country? Don’t they know in the realm of other worlds, time is different than an arbitrary number assigned by a clock embraced by people? Oh, I’m still chuckling at such blatant stupidity.
School was torture though not in the, ‘Sit up or I’ll beat your ass,’ kind of torture. For me it was mentally horrible to sit through hours and hours, year after year, listening to teachers. But who gives a fuck about me, for sure not anyone else except my dogs.
Lately I’m in a whining mode. Normally I could give a shit but this last year has really worn on me and it is good to indulge in a little, ‘me’ time.
You see, I fell in love… Biiiig mistake because just as school was torture for me, so too this ‘love’ crap. Yikes. Poetry written, and all the rest and for what? To end up where I am now and miserable. Of course I deserve to feel miserable as I have made those around me, including those I love, to feel miserable. Guess the whole, ‘misery loves company’ comes to mind.
I do love to write though. Feeling the fingers releasing the mind filled with random mush. It feels great. Sometimes the hours flow by so fast it is totally amazing to see ten hours go by and a manuscript of some kind of weird shit unfold in a story of whatever.
Tonight I’m indulging myself and it feels good.
Along with writing now I’ve opened a new bag of BBQ potato chips. There is a store in Riggin’s that sold them on sale for .99. What a score. Should have bought an entire box.
On the television I put on CNN just to see people more miserable than me and man are those bastards a miserable, sorry lot to be sure. They try to give news but only spout some party line of whatever it is sorry, miserable bastards spout.
The weather today was great. One minute snow and then rain and then sun and then clouds and then mud and then dry. It all was good and what is not good as just in the past few minutes I’m feeling better. This is entirely due to the joy I get from typing.
Speaking of typing, that is one skill I actually enjoyed learning in school. Amazing how fast a person can type on an electronic keyboard versus the old IBM antiques. And now there is spell check instead of having to use white out.
Lately been noticing a lot of birds called Chukar’s coming around the house. They are a social lot and it is fun to listen and watch them interact. And then just when they are feeling at home, out go the corgi’s and ‘Swoosh,’ off they fly with two retarded dogs chasing.
Busy building a home for a man moving here from Florida. It will be a nice home and much progress can now be made now that the cold/snowy shit is almost over. Lots of work now and this is good as work is the second thing I really like. Writing is number one and work is number two. Fishing would be number three. And through all of it I really love to observe and study this world we’re trapped in. Amazing to study the small things.
Tonight I’m gonna sleep like crazy. Last night the main dream was of a freezer thawing, full of food that all spoiled. Yet, at the same time there was a very severe freeze. One picture in particular was of a farming disk filled completely with frozen mud. It was an interesting dream for sure.
Currently Michael Moore is on CNN. I feel sorry for him, his faith in this world is crazy. My faith in this world is, z-e-r-o. Can you imagine? A world filled with nothing but eat or be eaten. Kill or be killed. This is a giant world of death and I wish I were not on it.
Wouldn’t it be fun to be on a world where you could write, work, and fish without worry? It would be fantastic.
Oh well, at least feeling better now. Writing does that to me, and tonight it was good to indulge myself. Now I can go back to thinking about others, and write about it.
Michelle Obama said she was never proud of her country til they elected her husband POTUS. I’ve never been prouder since we got rid of him.
Milwaukee Sheriff David Clarke does not hide the fact that he’s a great supporter of President Trump, in fact he vehemently and exuberantly defends him and his policies whenever he can all over your television dial.
But he put other Trump supporters to shame Friday with what is quite possibly the Trumpiest selfie ever tweeted.
The tweet reads, “Michelle Obama said she was never proud of her country til they elected her husband POTUS [president of the United States]. I’ve never been prouder since we got rid of him.”
Clarke is making reference to a controversial statement the former first lady made in March of 2008 during the primary election. “For the first time in my adult life, I am really proud of my country because it feels like hope is finally making a comeback,” she said, making people wonder if this was an expression of hostility towards America.
He followed that one up with this post:
So many people shared Sheriff Clarke’s sentiment that the tweet has been retweeted 8,466 times and “favorited” 23,501 times, at the time of publication.
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It is fun to see the fun people have with politics.
File- This Aug. 5, 2008, file photo shows Vince Li. Li, who was found not criminally responsible for beheading and cannibalizing a fellow passenger on a Greyhound bus has been granted his freedom. Manitoba’s Criminal Code Review Board announced Friday, Feb. 10, 2017, it has given Will Baker, formerly known as Vince Li, an absolute discharge, meaning he is longer subject to monitoring. (John Woods/The Canadian Press via AP, File) (AP2008)
WINNIPEG, Manitoba – A Canadian man who was found not criminally responsible for beheading and cannibalizing a fellow passenger on a Greyhound bus has been granted his freedom.
Manitoba’s Criminal Code Review Board announced Friday it has given Will Baker, formerly known as Vince Li, an absolute discharge, meaning he is longer subject to monitoring.
MAN WHO THOUGHT ROOMMATE WAS A ZOMBIE PLEADS GUILTY TO MURDER
Baker, a diagnosed schizophrenic, killed Tim McLean, a young carnival worker who was a complete stranger to Baker, in 2008. A year later he was found not criminally responsible due to mental illness.
McLean’s mother, Carol de Delley, has been outspoken against granting Baker freedom, saying there would be no way to ensure he continued to take his medication.
She declined comment in a post on Facebook Friday, saying “I have no words.”
Baker was initially kept in a secure wing of a psychiatric hospital but was given more freedom every year.
He has been living on his own in a Winnipeg apartment since November, but was still subject to monitoring to ensure he took his medication.
Baker’s doctor, Jeffrey Waldman, told the board earlier this week that he is confident Baker will remain on his medication and will continue to work with his treatment team if released. Waldman testified that Baker knows it’s the medication that keeps his illness at bay.
In a written decision, the review board said it “is of the opinion that the weight of evidence does not substantiate that Mr. Baker poses a significant threat to the safety of the public.”
Waldman said Baker plans to visit his native China if released but would live in Winnipeg for the next two to three years. He is on the waiting list for a post-secondary training program and plans on establishing a career in the city. Baker emigrated to Canada from China in 2001 and became a Canadian citizen four years ago.
Baker sat next to the 22-year-old McLean on the bus after the man smiled at him and asked how he was doing.
Baker said he heard the voice of God telling him to kill the man or “die immediately.”
He repeatedly stabbed McLean while he fought for his life. As passengers fled the bus, Baker continued stabbing and mutilating the body before he was arrested. He severed McLean’s head, displaying it to some of the passengers outside the bus, witnesses said.
The Supreme Court of Canada ruled in 1999 that a review board must order an absolute discharge if a person doesn’t pose a significant threat to public safety.
The ruling added there must be clear evidence of a significant risk to the public for the review board to continue imposing conditions after a person is found not criminally responsible.
Opposition Conservative member of Parliament James Bezan also criticized Baker’s release. He said earlier in the week it would be an insult to de Delley and McLean’s other relatives.
Baker’s defenders include Chris Summerville, executive director of the Manitoba Schizophrenia Society, who has met and worked with him over the years.
“He is no longer a violent person,” Summerville said. “I will say, yes, he absolutely understands that he has to (take his medication) and has a desire to live a responsible, moral life and never succumb to psychotic episodes and not to hurt anybody ever again.”
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God gets a lot of credit for what people do. In this case Baker killed a young man, blamed God, dealt with politicians and got away with murder.
Your planet is so very strange indeed.
God is not strange just far beyond human comprehension. Yes, it is true God has provided true means of relationship between the human species and God but only one side of that situation can truly handle it.
Abortion. Murder. Hate. Evil… Why does humanity embrace such so fully? For me, I’ll never truly understand when peace and love are so easy to understand…
Thanks God, for the beautiful sunrise this morning and the opportunity to try my best to be.
Yesterday was a plow day. Lots of fresh snow.
Amazing weather here in Idaho. One moment snow, the next it is all melted, and then snow.
What was really enjoyable yesterday were the herd of deer in a shrub filled meadow along with a large group of turkeys. There were approximately twenty deer in all manners of appearance. Some were standing, some laying down, some walking, none though were running.
Interspersed with the deer were over fifty turkeys. Some were in tree’s, some on bushes, some on the ground, none were flying.
It was interesting to watch the scene and note that none of the animals were afraid of me, rather it seemed they were very curious. I smiled.
Today I have the memory and it still causes me to smile. That and the wind was funny today and with 50 degree temps the new/old snow is running and flying away.
I didn’t write this, rather I received it in an email from a friend of mine who also served in the military. She served in the Army in communications and her husband was also in the Army disarming bombs.
I was active duty Marine and found great humor in this, maybe you will enjoy also.
Dear Ma and Pa:
I am well. Hope you are. Tell Brother Walt and Brother Elmer the Marine Corps beats working for old man Minch by a mile. Tell them to join up quick before all of the places are filled.
I was restless at first because you get to stay in bed till nearly 6 a.m. But I am getting so I like to sleep late. Tell Walt and Elmer all you do before breakfast is smooth your cot, and shine some things. No hogs to slop, feed to pitch, mash to mix, wood to split, fire to lay. Practically nothing.
Men got to shave but it is not so bad, there’s warm water. Breakfast is strong on trimmings like fruit juice, cereal, eggs, bacon, etc., but kind of weak on chops, potatoes, ham, steak, fried eggplant, pie and other regular food, but tell Walt and Elmer you can always sit by the two city boys that live on coffee. Their food, plus yours, holds you until noon when you get fed again. It’s no wonder these city boys can’t walk much.
We go on “route marches,” which the platoon sergeant says are long walks to harden us. If he thinks so, it’s not my place to tell him different. A “route march” is about as far as to our mailbox at home. Then the city guys get sore feet and we all ride back in trucks.
The sergeant is like a school teacher. He nags a lot. The Captain is like the school board. Majors and colonels just ride around and frown. They don’t bother you none.
This next will kill Walt and Elmer with laughing. I keep getting medals for shooting. I don’t know why. The bulls-eye is near as big as a chipmunk head and don’t move, and it ain’t shooting at you like the Higgett boys at home. All you got to do is lie there all comfortable and hit it. You don’t even load your own cartridges. They come in boxes.
Then we have what they call hand-to-hand combat training. You get to wrestle with them city boys. I have to be real careful though, they break real easy. It ain’t like fighting with that ole bull at home. I’m about the best they got in this except for that Tug Jordan from over in Silver Lake . I only beat him once. He joined up the same time as me, but I’m only 5’6″ and 130 pounds and he’s 6’8″ and near 300 pounds dry.
Be sure to tell Walt and Elmer to hurry and join before other fellers get onto this setup and come stampeding in.
Your loving daughter,
Alice
I love music and my tastes are eclectic to be sure but one constant is AC/DC. Fun video and it shows how far the evolution of video quality has come since 1979.
At the pool today I learned of a new band called, Five Finger Death Punch. Not bad. The music is acceptable to my tastes but the video’s leave something to be desired.
Music is a wonderful language. Math is a wonderful language. Language language is… confusing.
Nice day here in Idaho, the wind is back and work now can be done. Yippee!
Mugshot for Iris Hernandez-Rivas (Montgomery County Police Department)
Police are saying a 4-year-old Maryland girl died after her mother kicked her in the stomach for not brushing her teeth.
Iris Hernandez-Rivas, 20, had called police Wednesday to report finding her daughter Nohely Alexandra Martinez Hernandez unresponsive in their home in Gaithersburg near Washington, FOX 5 DC reported.
Hernandez-Rivas told police that her daughter had gone to the bathroom around 11 a.m. to take a shower. She said that about 15 minutes later she found the girl lying face down in the bathtub, but waited an hour to call 911.
The little girl was transported to the hospital in serious condition. Once there doctors discovered Nohely had multiple bruises on her body and was suffering from head trauma.
She was then taken to the Children’s National Medical Center in D.C. in critical condition. Cops told Fox 5 Friday she had died.
Police said that in an interview Thursday Hernandez-Rivas admitted kicking her daughter in the abdomen after becoming angry because Nohely had not brushed her teeth, the station reported.
The woman told cops that Nohely hit her head when she fell backwards into a wall after being kicked.
Hernandez-Rivas told police the girl suffered the bruises when she hit her with a belt several days earlier.
FOX 5 DC reported that Hernandez-Rivas is currently charged with first-degree child abuse and first-degree assault. Police are waiting on a ruling by the medical examiner on the child’s official cause of death before determining if she will also face more serious charges.
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It is not hard to find news daily that fills the mind with outrage, sadness, or whatever emotion it is a reader is looking to find. Today this headline could and does produce many feelings.
What I first noticed about this article is the picture of the mother looks like a child. While it is true she actually is 20 her picture reminds me of a girl aged 12, or something similar. And when doing the math, her 4 year old was born when the mother was still a child, at 16.
In nature and the ‘good ol days’ back when people lived to the ripe old age of 30 something, females bore children almost as soon as their bodies were able. Today the age is much farther along. Still, in many countries, America included, teens are still having children.
It was sad to see the young mother abuse her now dead child. Sad but not unexpected as humanity is an angry species. All are filled with moments of anger that range in vocal outrage to extreme physical expression. In this case, the mothers anger was strong enough to overcome the 4 year old.
It is good to learn from mistakes and experience. Will any reader learn something from this article above? Probably not. Most that read such news articles usually quickly forget them or feel some kind of temporary emotion.
Just another horrible life experience, a news story of daily occurrence. If I were asked what I learned from this story? The answer would be: Evolution continues but still has a long way to go.
Robin Lipinski 