Sunday, April 30, 2006

The sound of one hand clapping

"We have no assurance that the president would follow any statute that we enact."
- Senator Arlen Specter (R-PA)

This comes from the same man who refused to make Alberto Gonzalez swear in before testifying to Congress. Actually, he hasn't made anyone involved with this Administration swear in for years. So as part of the Senate and the Head of a Committee, Specter obsequiously gave Bush his Crown and Scepter. Then he pulled the peoples teeth by allowing All The President's Men to lie with impunity whenever questioned and now he has misgivings as he looks upon the Throne he helped build. Fuck him. As we go into the Summer Invasion of Iran and the Fall Electoral Season, expect republicans Politicians to decry and rebuke the New American Dictator for Political leverage. Do not believe them. They made this monster. Do not let them act like they aren't happy with their progeny. They must stay in the Castle and burn with their Beast.

Friday, April 28, 2006

Blink and You'll Miss It

Well, it would seem that the last two posts have been redacted. I will have to change my passwords. I do not have the time to rewrite them right now, but I will try to put back up the gist of the info. Not right now, but soon. I don't have a connection right now and I am just checking in. Unfortunately, my computer is with everything else I own... New Mexico. In hindsight I never should have saved all my passwords in my browser.

If you came here to see a fucked up story:

This is Serious

I have seen a lot of comments from people on this subject. As is I did not delete the last two posts. I am going to leave them in retirement simply because I really do not wish to have my personal life hanging here for everyone to see. I linked the story, but even that might disappear soon. I posted here out of desperation. My situation has not changed much, but I have received some sound advice. The entire course of events this month left me in a state of shock. Now I have a direction and some presence of mind.
Prior to her deletion of these posts, Suzanne commented her opinion of the situation. I stand behind everything I wrote. She made multiple accusations, but did not dispute a single point I made. Yes, she can make broad generalizations about me and call me a liar, but she can not refute anything that I wrote. I wish she had not deleted the posts and comments because she did a great job of validating the story.

As is I am going to be incredibly busy for the foreseeable future. I will try to get back to documenting the Fall of American Civilization and the subsequent Apocalypse (it keeps my mind from dwelling on my real problems), but I will not be updating this site with my personal problems.

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

Tooth and Nail

As I slowly return to the Blogosphere (please someone, better name?), I checked my email today and came across one with the heading:


This warrants an answer. Two answers actually

1) No one. I am not important.

2) Who the fuck are you not to!!

Perhaps I should flesh out those answers just a bit. First of all, I am not important. I don't even want to be here doing this, but I have no other choice. Go through your history books and look at the people who are listed there. Maybe 1% lived through their shit long enough to enjoy it. If you look deeper into their lives, none of them wanted anything to do with what later made them famous. I am not implying I am a hero or anything of that ilk. I am just letting you know that no one who ever lived through times of tribulation and distress, wanted to be there at the time!

"Would he have walked on water, if he could've walked away? Would you carry this torch for me?" Eldritch, The Sisters Of Mercy.

The job is always hiring! Here's the ad: "No pay. Probably get you killed. If we succeed, we are unemployed immediately!"

Now I have to ask the question: What makes you so fucking special that you can stay away from a job like this? Is life so sweet that it should be bought by the chains of slavery? Is a life lived like that worth living? When you die, will you die free? I will! And as I said, I am no one. Unimportant. My children are the only things that matter in my world. What matters in yours?


Saturday, April 01, 2006

Of Ghetto Birds and Grease

Hello all you boys and girls. I'd like to take you to a better world. A place where politicians sometimes tell the truth. Where the cops come and get your cat out of the tree and everyone dies of old age. But as it stands, we live here on Earth and unfortunately, shit ain't like that! It's real fucked up!

Go see this!!

I'm back in the Southwest. Been listening to way too much Primus and Body Count on my travels. My Gateway is still in a box. I have access to a system and a dial up connection. The White House is still in the hands of a terror syndicate. We are all doomed. But I have good news... The Z and X buttons on this keyboard are not fused from mountain dew. BTW if you think you just saved a bunch of money by switching to a car insurance company that spends more money on advertising per year then the entire world spends on Cancer research, wait till you see your premium next month!

I always thought something was gonna drive me crazy, but with the price of gas, I walked. It wasn't very far after all. Now I'm gonna go get some good food and watch the helicopters circle the desert sky. Be back full time shortly. Or I'll be back short time fully. Whatever...