Well I have taken the mantle of writing away from that simpleton Jeremy Crow so that we can get on to more pressing matters today, as I Superdaddyman have been infiltrating the super secret headquarters of none other than the Pink Mafia, while that dullard is off preaching and learning about politics. It is with a heavy heart boys and girls that your favorite super hero must advise you that he is going to take on a couple of subjects that might be a little scary for little eyes to read, but what kind of super hero would I be without partaking in a few traditions today along with the masses! As many Americans decide to celebrate their love for God by beginning a long process of torturing themselves today, it shall be the example of the Superdaddyman himself to also give up something for lent along with the rest of you! Three marriages should prove beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Superdaddyman is truly an expert on self abusive behavior. The very introduction of the second one has often placed the pain and suffering that Superdaddyman has endured on par with another great man who went by the initials JC.

It was a sneak attack, through hypnotic suggestion that triggered the first attack of musical hysteria upon the Superdaddyman, and the cruelty of such was totally unfathomable! As one of the horrific crime bosses in the Pink Mafia walked past Superdaddyman and used the term “bloke” to describe him. The chain of events that presented themselves from this one suggestive statement had the full force of the British Invasion upon Superdaddyman in mere minutes! “Mrs. Brown, you’ve got a lovely daughter .. Girls as sharp as her are something rare .. Mrs. Brown you've got a lovely daughter .. Girls as sharp as her are somethin' rare .. But it's sad, she doesn't love me now .. She's made it clear enough it ain't no good to pine .. She wants to return those things I bought her .. Tell her she can keep them just the same .. Things have changed, she doesn't love me now .. She's made it clear enough it ain't no good to pine .. Walkin' about, even in a crowd, well .. You'll pick her out, makes a BLOKE feel so proud .. If she finds that I've been round to see you (round to see you) .. Tell her that I'm well and feelin' fine (feelin' fine) .. Don't let on, don't say she's broke my heart .. I'd go down on my knees but it's no good to pine .. Walkin' about, even in a crowd, well .. You'll pick her out, makes a BLOKE { you fucker! } feel so proud .. If she finds that I've been round to see you (round to see you) .. Tell her that I'm well and feelin' fine (feelin' fine) .. Don't let on, don't say she's broke my heart .. I'd go down on my knees but it's no good to pine” and revenge is all that Superdaddyman can think of now!

The Musical Methadone finally came in the form of Mr. Big’s “Green Tinted Sixties Mind” … which led to Tesla’s “Song and Emotion” which brought Superdaddyman to Ozzy Osbourne’s “Mr. Crowley” and then finally into Judas Priest’s “A Touch of Evil” because as Superdaddyman has always told you boys and girls, Judas Priest is an “out” song! The mind was finally cleared to go onto the plans to infiltrate the Lavender Mafia {The Catholic Church} for the next 40 days. The only thing that is necessary now is to figure out what Superdaddyman is so bravely going to go without for that time to show symbolically that he is with his friends who will be suffering in the name of their God. This will not be an easy decision, for many of the things that people take for vice are valuable research materials for the Superdaddyman, and it would be a bad thing if Superdaddyman were not able to take down the Pink Mafia, and save the world from the Evils’s, so the decision making process had to begin.

Although the amazing farting ability of the Superdaddyman can be a very powerful weapon in the fight against the Pink Mafia {and comes in handy when you have a 5 year old Imtoocutus that won’t shut up as well} it still can be a rather big hindrance in many of Superdaddyman’s other duties in Megalopolis. Such duties as protecting the long legged damsels of this fair city from not be gawked at with drool hanging off of Superdaddyman’s lip in public tends to be hindered a lot when people have trouble being able to walk by from an unsafe distance. This of course leaves giving up meat off of the plate as all of that tofu will give Superdaddyman the types of farting powers that might be uncontrollable to say the least, and far to harsh for even Imtoocutus or the Pink Mafia!

Downloading and scrawling through heaps of pornography must be taken off of the list too, as such valuable research material is vital for the super secret plans of the Caped Pervader that the very thought of mentioning them means that Superdaddyman would have to kill all of you reading this, and that would not make him a very good super hero now, would it? Besides the fact that it tends to make him a little safer when protecting the long legged damsels of the great city of Megalopolis during the drooling that they so richly need! Without the aid of such clean, wholesome pornography it would probably force Superdaddyman to interact with these damsels thus twisting their minds at having to be in actually conversation with one of their heroes! The next thing you know it is like a Motley Crue world tour all in one city, and we kinda like our Hepatitis in Pam and Tommy where it belongs!

Well the computer is the next thing to be scratched off of the list of vices, as I know how being without the Superdaddyman for 40 days would be torture to all 12 of you, and I cannot be that cruel either. Besides that fact that all of the secret codes that are implanted in all of those veiled filthy IMs is crucial to the security of the planet, and you all wouldn’t want to see something horrible because Superdaddyman is not out keeping unity on planet Earth now would you? You can see what a tough decision this is now can’t you! The fact is that there is one vice left that as horrifying as it is for Superdaddyman to have to give it up for 40 whole days, he of course would do it, because he loves each and every one of you so much that the only responsible thing for him to do is to simply just give it up for lent. It sends shivers down the spine of this battle tested soldier in the war against the Evils’s but Superdaddyman is after all a man of his word, and a beacon of hope to all so I shall do this for all of you, and I know that all of your undying loyalty and appreciation will flow for this great sacrifice!

I Superdaddyman do solemnly swear, in the name of the God of the Lavender Mafia, to not in any way shape or form for the entire lent, leading up to the time that the “other” JC arose from his tomb … Watch Pro Football … I hope my sponsor “Bill Bellechik” forgives me ;8o)

This morning on the way to work I was listening to this Lucifarian on the radio, and trying to ascertain as I always do, what practical knowledge I can actually bring away from this person. Like most religions Lucifarians have good points and bad points, but unfortunately it still doesn't quite fit into the mold of what I truly believe, so it ends up being assimilated into my knowledge base, to be used at a later time. One of the books that I am working on happens to be about the topic of Lucifer as he is separated from the stereotypes of what we have been commonly fed to believe is the devil, so to hear someone so passionately speak of Lucifer being the father of all mankind and the angels to actually be the ones that the human race needs to eliminate was fascinating. Simply dismissing him as a lunatic, or believing that he is so tragically wrong that he is unworthy of my attention, would have simply taken away from my own personal journey on this Earth. The person happened to be well spoken, polite, friendly, and as I had said before, very intelligent about the things he spoke of. Again the whole concept of personal belief will probably spare me from a life of worshipping Lucifer and trying to kill off the angels.

Like the common religions this one based itself mostly in the fact that 100% acceptance of that which is laid out, and how it is to be practiced, precludes it {in my world and belief system} from being legitimate. No omnipotent entity is going to create a race of fallible creatures and then expect them to do things that take away from thier very existence to begin with, and if I am wrong on that one than it is ok, for I would rather be disassociated with a deity that would. The basic belief that any Higher Being would expect from any one are simply, "Be, Create, Do No Harm, and be Grateful" or as I always like to put it "Doing the next right thing." This completely disassociates the really big religions almost immediately, for it is impossible to assume that people that lead a good life and add to society in a positive way, yet don't do X, Y, and Z properly are scorned by God {yet loved for the sinner they are} is not plausible. Fortunately, the God of my understanding will not disavow you based on your practice of standardized religion, but for all I know, may for the extremes of some of its practices.

For anyone who doesn't understand the concepts, think of it like this. For me to believe in ghosts or aliens could indeed be considered mortal sin in many churches, even if I went on to cure cancer and donate all of the money to the aid of starving children. Better yet, in other religions, I could still be gunned down in the middle of the street regardless of what I am doing, and that is ok by that religions God because I was unholy to begin with. The insanity of it all is endless really, but the fact will always remain that if your religion preaches hatred or allows for ethnic cleansing, then it isn’t a belief anymore, it is a cult. This Lucifarian religion is totally based on "happiness" and in turn to give yourself over to "the creator of man" as the person on the radio chose to call him, you would, in turn, have great wealth and understanding, assuming that you purge yourself of all of the "evil" that the other religions taught you. Pretty tall order for the pursuit of happiness, but we have of course heard this story before in many tales of the man who sold his soul to the devil. Sadly though as I heard most of what he was saying it had a very familiar ring with the Catholic religion, only it sounded a HELL of a lot happier. Pardon my pun, but it was basically Catholic for Satanists with a few extra perks thrown in. I of course am assuming like most people who search tirelessly for the truth, he is a beaten down Catholic.

So then again, religion has no basis even being associated with faith, for I actually believe in God quite whole heartedly, but I have NEVER fit into a religion. I am ordained in two separate churches and have my honorary Doctorate stating that I am an expert on such things, but the overall "believing in God" and "believing in Self" to allow yourself to be the best that you can be without homage to those that have no business even really telling me what color the sky is, let alone what is going to happen to the very soul inside of me, is unacceptable. As long as I do the next right thing, I BELEIVE that God will forgive me for the little straying issues I have acquired.

This man who had taken on the mantle of being the voice of Lucifer in the religion of "True peace and harmony with the Earth" as he had very eloquently put it actually sold a very good story and the credibility of what he talked about was very understandable, and he was extremely thoughtful to the people whom he talked to. I found myself nodding on several of the things he talked about, but unfortunately I also found myself shaking my head as he started pulling out all of the usuals in the "Satan" bag of tricks that lead to the disillusionment with his beliefs. He is so in-tune with the numerology of the Earth that he has predicted the last 8 or so Power ball winners. Forgive me for sounding trite, but having used that knowledge would have either made it so you didn't need to peddle your religion, or if you are a true believer, have more capitol to get your word out. Being so in tune you must have had that answer. Those of you laughing along with this belief that he may be a little too corn-ball better look into thier own religions for the many spoon benders that speak to them.

This is all precipitated by the fact that my daughter came to me last week wanting to know why she has to learn about Islam in school right now. At 13 years old she finds what the teacher is teaching her to be rather condescending based on the fact that the news tells you quite differently, if you read past the “and we blame whomever” aspect that the media is really peddling in “their religion” of “denying you” of yours. She is very astute on her beliefs actually, as she goes to a different Sunday school in an entirely different religion than the other two kids. It started with her wanting to go to church with a friend instead of her dad, and it ended with her liking it a lot more and going every week. I’m actually very proud of her, but she came to me as a person that she knew would tell her the truth about what her teacher is trying to tell her. She is very angry actually, that absolutely everything that she has learned about the bible is not allowed in school, but for her to get an “A” on a major quiz, she has to be able to say that “Islam is the true religion of peace” while she watches the many factions gun each other {not just us filthy Christians} down right now. I hate to be stuck in the position of telling her that she is right, and knowing that she is probably going to fail a test over her “beliefs” which are illegal in school while others are not.

I was VERY lucky that I went to a non-denominational prep academy instead of public high school. We took a LEGITIMATE “History of Religions” class as part of our curriculum, and I truly believe that I am a better person for it. We learned about religion along side normal history, and unfortunately I hate to break it to you, they go hand in hand. Simply knowing the facts behind what happened at what times, changes your perspective about a lot of things, and in my case for the better. It did not ruin my faith to know about Wicca, Islam, Byzantine, Aryanism, Catholicism, Protestantism, and even today Lucifarianism; it actually strengthened my beliefs in all of them! My beliefs are my beliefs, and my religion is simply a matter of personal preference. The things I have learned in MY school would turn many people away from a belief in God, but the last time I checked, most of the 36 people I graduated with, although I’m not sure of the ones I haven’t had any contact with, but on the contrary has made us all very productive, church going members of society.

Society as a whole cannot survive with the establishment of a religion, but history cannot be satisfied with the total lack thereof. Those that do not learn about the past are doomed to repeat it, so I think it is very important for everyone to understand that if we repeat the history that led up to the crusades that we all whine about only this time with today’s technology, then the Muslim’s will have nothing to fear, because they will have been able to kill all of the infidels, and the RETALIATION that the crusades actually was, would never come to pass. I only hope that the people of Al-Andaluz {because it is still taught in all of the Muslim schools that Al-Andaluz needs to be reclaimed, as it is a major teaching in the Qur’an that no land that was once part of Islam ever be abandoned} understand that by not reading their own history, defrocking their government over an attack is how it became Al-Andaluz to begin with. I am not defending the wretched Visigoths in any way shape or form but the similarities are amazing, and the weaponry is far more dangerous, to ignore the past, even if it does have to do with religion.

I left my daughter out of those discussions for now, but did tell her that there is a distinct possibility that the history of the Islamic religion does not mimic what she see’s today, and perhaps it is easier to get her good grade and learn the truth on her own. I would be an idiot if I said that the Moorish people of Al-Andaluz were not some of the most culturally advanced in the history of the world after all. Just unfortunately, the way they established that society {through wonderfully generous concessions to the local people} is not the way they maintained it in the end, and definitely NOT how they maintain Islamic societies today. I listen to a well spoken {to the casual listener, but totally insane miscreant to the overly passionate opposition} gentleman this morning who said a few things I liked and a LOT of things I didn’t, for the same reason my daughter came to me last week. If I don’t learn I don’t grow, regardless of what my own personal beliefs are. When I finally find out what the “religion” is that completely falls under the guidelines of my “beliefs” then I will probably keep THAT to myself.

Today could have been one of those wonderful days off for our valiant crime fighter that we have all come to know as Superdaddyman! The Evils’s were safely transported to the secret facility that houses them during their vacations for good behavior, and the great city of Megalopolis indeed was ready to be the oyster of Superdaddyman, as it was the perfect setting for him to drive around in the Superdaddymobile and protect the fair maidens {especially the ones in the short Saturday night “do-me” skirts} had it not been for a rather major crisis to hit the entire East Coast of this great nation! Superdaddyman of course was prepared for such evil plans that were probably cast upon this land from probably none other than that evil GW himself! Operation “Fucking Snow Storm” {FSS} hit Megalopolis like a charging Rhinoceros, and Superdaddyman used that opportunity to institute his own plans known as “Operation Clean up the Computer” {OCC} which would involve many different levels of stability measures, that Superdaddyman could totally screw up individually!

First our brave young {*damn lightning strait out of the monitor now} super villain turned crime fighter found it necessary to finally pull out all of the top secret encrypted messages from his pile of documents on his hard drive {pornographic pictures that have been sent to him in e-mail} so that they can be researched {use your own imagination on that one} and then stored away for later use. This took up quite the bulk of the day as it became apparent to Superdaddyman that a computer doesn’t work so good when you have directories with over 10,000 pictures in each … um … well …. Ah some of it wasn’t porn … honest! So he needed to open up his wonderful decoding device {Piccassa} to try to organize the directories of files! Classifying them into easy to understand directories {black & white … with stockings no sex … with stockings sex … without stockings … etc etc etc} for the later times when the world depends on Superdaddyman and his data collecting abilities! After about 3 hours of this it became apparent to Superdaddyman that he needs better leisure time hobbies than plowing through e-mail looking for smut in his e-mail groups, so it has been put on the to do list … 1. Find Reality.Sys for later use, and implementation.

Upon finishing the daunting task of organizing such important documents it was on to using the 6 or 7% of the files that are G rated for the photo albums on his website. It’s important for lovable crime fighters to keep with the people in Megalopolis and not appear too aloof! If there’s one thing that Superdaddyman can’t stand is someone who get’s so self important that they talk about themselves in the third person or something like that. Remember boys & girls, Superdaddyman is always courteous {*big toothy smile} so after getting all of the new photo galleries organized for the site, it was the awe inspiring need to make the Superdaddyblog into the very mold of the rest of his alter ego Jeremy Crow’s website! “This should be a piece of cake” laughed the Superdaddyman, “for all I have to do is take the same CSS template that I have been using to make that Dumbass Jeremy Crow look good! How hard can it be?” and with that Superdaddyman was off to change the entire face of Superdaddyman lore forever!

Well actually what Superdaddyman did was completely wipe out the 259 blog entries that were in the database, reinitialize them and finally recover them. It was a mere 2 hours of “easy” work, and by 10 pm Superdaddyman was finally ready to repost all of the pages that he had destroyed and then rebuilt by hand and go to bed. Of course it’s never that easy being a super hero is it boys and girls. Needless to say at 12 am when Superdaddyman finally went to bed the only thing that went through his mind was to mimic himself like a little 6 year old the whole way to the bedroom. “This is going to be so cool .. you dummy!” and other wonderful little adages like “What could go wrong ... well you could be involved for starters?” passed his lips until he finally fell asleep.

Of course Superdaddyman is kinda lucky that he knows what an idiot he can be, especially when he thinks he is being brilliant! {I had to check the page before I could simply walk away from the computer and it was a damn good thing I did} If Superdaddyman hadn’t been so keen in his abilities to double check you all would have seen Cyrillic fonts and all in a jumbled heap. For the life of him, he couldn’t understand why characters like this “Œ æ ƒ µ € £” were totally covering the page until , Superdaddyman realized that it was all representative of European money, which finally led him to see what was wrong with that “simple as shit” Adsense code that that moron Jeremy Crow had been bragging about! Superdaddyman of course finally fixed that problem after about an hour and a half, and YES it was totally something stupid that Jeremy did, as he hadn’t put an <- end -> on the script that fed the ads, because he was smart enough to put it in there himself now instead of having Google do it for him. He’s very lucky to have Superdaddyman looking after him as well! I wonder if Clark Kent cost Superman his beauty sleep in such a fashion!

Next came the unfortunate belief that Superdaddyman could code a page better then one of the Blogger hacks which put all of the posts into a big lump {all of the text right on top of itself so it looked like blobs} and that took him the other half hour to figure out that he had to manually set the text spacing because it was RSS feeds after all. It’s a good thing that Superdaddyman has Jeremy to blame for this as well! If it sounds like Chinese to you then GOOD, maybe you won’t play with it, and let the nice little Blogger templates take care of these things for you like our definitely TOO fearless hero should have. See what happens when the Evils’s go away for the night and Superdaddyman is left to his own devices, and snow bound! Of course I should warn you all that two of the Evils’s have been kidnapped for the next week as their other headquarters {codenamed School} is closed for the week, which means that something worse than Superdaddyman being alone is going to happen this week! He is going to be trapped alone with the fiendishly evil Imtoocutus, with no other Evils’s trying to wrestle control of the Palace De Evils’s …. Heaven help Megalopolis … Heaven help us all!

Gotta love Saturdays! I end up writing the two blogs for Yahoo and MySpace, and find almost all of my good creativity sucked out of me. They were good writings this week too. Less piss, hardly any vinegar, which was strange as there had been another blow up with The Loser from 360, who managed to have several people message me defending his new “her identity” after Jimmy outted him again. It’s really very strange to say the least that a world that was so totally my playground less than two months ago, so totally isn’t now. It reminds me of cheap science fiction, where the big bomb goes off and all of the scum of the Earth somehow survives and then just loots and pillages and wipes out all of the decent people.

On the other side of the coin, that freak has to be stopped somehow, because whenever someone takes down another one of his little “personalities” that he uses to embed himself into 360 society, the first thing he does {like most real men do … ha ha ha ha} is starts sending around threatening material about how he is going to post all of the woman he stalks info. It’s amazingly sad because I‘ve been too tired of it for too long, and the same old rigmarole always ensues, “I’ve been gone for X amount of time, and poor old me has been harassed by big bad old you” which sickens me because there are plenty of people who can prove he lies about everything, and nobody will speak up.

It’s part of that God complex that formed the whole Superdaddyman persona. I really do want to help, but as always the needy are after all needy, and a lot of the time it is so engrained in their DNA that they truly are hopeless from birth. Jeff has officially won this one because Yahell never really was worth a shit anyway, unless you need your ego stroked, but it’s like making a deal with the devil, and he can have it. I’ll still post my blog over there weekly, because it kinda reminds me of lacrosse. I wasn’t the best lacrosse player on the field, but I was the dirtiest, and it practically made me a legend in my school, as the lengths I would go to cheat at lacrosse were the very carbon copy of what I was the rest of the year … the best damn hockey player, who never cheated ever. Let the shit, and the lunatics have 360, let them think they have a place to get in their dumb ass stuff, and let them think I am a part of it. As I said before, it keeps them away from the worth while places to play online … Love Ya … J~

It’s a common misconception in the United States that because we have the freedom of speech that we actually are entitled to “The Right to be Heard” which actually has been so blown out of proportion over the decades that it is no wonder that it transfers over to Internet life. The actual first amendment to the Bill of Rights states “Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.” is exactly as stated. More over people seem to think that this amendment carries over into every facet of life, and it does NOT. As it is stated CONGRESS shall pass no LAW, which in and of itself should signify that people can simply say and do, whatever wherever and CONGRESS can’t stop you from it.

This like anything else does NOT pertain to the private property of anyone, nor should it. I would no more like a representative of NAMBLA, NOW or PETA standing in my living room shouting out what they believe, at the behest of what I believe 24 -7 and being able to fall back on the “Freedom of Speech” argument then anyone, so of course I don’t defend that in the least, but that is a clearly stated privacy right of my own that any of those people who ever think of trying it will know when I am beating the shit out of them and throwing them out the front door, which leads me to the point of what I wanted to talk about today. That being that Yahell IS private property, and they CAN eliminate me, or anyone else at will. I actually support that, because anything that I post, or anyone else posts on 360, or any of Yahell’s other entities is being stored on property owned by Yahell. You can scream and cry about it being “Public Internet” all you want, but it IS private property that it is being broadcast from.

I may have a pile of qualms with the way they decide who stays and who goes, or the policies that they use to enforce their TOS, and quite frankly hate how other peoples creative content is used purely to suit Yahell and then discarded, but realistically all I am doing is bitching, I am not expecting to change anything. I am just here to give creative advice on how to use Yahell to it’s full potential like some of the less desirable element does, purely because it amuses me, and I like to exchange information so that I can feel smart. No more, no less, and I apologize if it looked like I was on some sort of mission to eliminate people, or tear Yahell down {although that would be a FUCKING HOOT wouldn’t it?} I am simply writing for the sake of writing, where people will read it.

Now with that said, I am willing to share advice that I picked up along the way, and it is only for those that need it. As much as people might think I am all about drama and what I write is to inspire chaos, well of course it is sometimes, but what I write is MINE, and I don’t want ANY company having direct license to tell me what to say, how to say it, and when I can say it, but that IS what is going to happen if I use the services of companies that have oppressive speech clauses. It’s their hard drives that I am occupying, so I was bouncing from free host to free host. The whole time all of my blogs were on BlogSpot, but there’s no red carpet or popularity contest to inspire readers, so I was using MySpace and doing ok, until the 360 bullshit started up again, as complaints were being registered against me, for being indecent and MySpace was forced to send me a letter. I was sick of it all and retreated to BlogSpot, and again a bunch of people followed as I made it known that I wasn’t wasting my time writing in places that I could be “harassed” for whatever.

I finally got the letter from a person at Blogger saying that they were getting abuse reports, but it was different this time.

The woman who sent me the e-mail said that she read through all of my blogs {poor thing} and said that like anything else it was borderline, at best. She then pointed out to me that if I didn’t want to have to deal with the a-holes that follow me from place to place because it makes them feel better about themselves to shut me up, for whatever reason then I should simply have Blogger use my site, and the little light bulb went on over my head. I had my own web page anyway, why not just make a subdirectory and store all of my blog posts. Blogger then just handles the comments from there, which they like doing because most people that host their own blogs use Adsense {the Google Advertising engine that runs the little text adds} and then Google makes it’s half of the revenue from it. Little did the people who stalk me know that when they started registering complaints now, it goes to MY e-mail box, and they don’t exactly get the automated reply that 360, MySpace, or Blogger sends, they now get 500% pissed off and F bombs … muahahahahaha! I also have a blog that has whatever I want, as long as it doesn’t commit any crimes that would then get the feds involved. Then I can have it fed here. Yahoo has killed off accounts for inappropriate feeds, but who gives a shit, all the comments and pages are safely away from the Yahole.

Yahell 369 Chaos Tip Of The Day … Setting up a web page elsewhere and sending it to 360 through Feeds, is actually pretty easy. First, you need your own Website. Who you use or what you choose to be the theme of the site doesn't matter, you can have it just to serve blogs if you want. If you need one then please feel free to use my hosting company www.doteasy.com which for the most minimal of services is 100% free but you have to register your domain through them which is either $25 a year {for www.whateveryouwant.com} or you can do what I do and buy your domain 5 years at a time for $90! Szarahco {my other site} just renewed for another 5 years so I guess it is pretty safe.
You then need to set up the site {after the two days it takes for the domain to be ready} which will require you to set up another FTP account {pretty simple really and name it whatever you want, and give it whatever password you want} so that Blogger will be able to post your blogs, pictures, and comments. After doing that you have to make a folder for your blogs on your server {in most cases the name "blog" would be best} and then decide if you want it to be a subdomain {like mine is http://blog.jeremycrow4life.com but if the subdomain wasn't set up it would be http://www.jeremycrow4life.com/blog/index.html which is a little confusing} and take the appropriate steps.
Now either set up your Blogger account, or use one that you already have {it's a good idea to get yourself ready for your domain name anyway, and set the Blogger page up while your domain name is established ... If you set it as using a Blogger domain http://jeremycrow.blogspot.com for example, you can still change it later} ... Once your domain is ready and you have the folder for your Blogs, then all you need to do is set Blogger to put all of your blogs there under the "Publishing Tab" ... VIOLA!
You then take the RSS feed link that is provided by Blogger inside of your directory {in my case http://blog.jeremycrow4life.com/atom.xml} and set Yahell to feed it over every time you post a blog! Good luck if this is the route you decide to take ... J~

Well it's been non-stop Myspace in the news this week since the Jake Robida thing happened, so the local radio station does a MySpace report every morning. I must tell you that it is pretty freaky, that the news organizations around here are simply doing work to get out of doing work. The report yesterday was on how kids totally dominate MySpace, and they had all of these kids on talking about how it makes them feel cool to have a MySpace page {just like us adults} while most of them actually lied on their age to sign up. The reasoning being, because there is more "stuff" they can do and more "people" that can reach them. I found it quite ironic, as this tied into my son's new computer that we built last weekend and his online activities.

Now keep in mind that Captain ADHD is 7 years old, and he hasn't had a computer that is comparable to mine before, so when I signed him up for his little AOL account that he can use all on his own on his big kids computer, and I left him to his own devices for about an hour I was totally shocked at what happened. When I came back to see if he had figured out how to get into games on AOL or learned how to get to Cartoon Network he was all aglow. "You have to see this!" he says to me as he points to the corner of his screen, where a big red button {like a button in a Looney Toons cartoon} was sitting. "If I hit this it turns the computer off," he says to me and shows me as he hits the button with his mouse. The "Panic Button Activated!" screen comes right up and his computer was off, and I thought that was SO COOL!

So after about 40 minutes of him showing his father how to do that I went running downstairs like I was the 7 year old and installed it. I was so excited when I got it to work, that I ran upstairs where he was now making little screen pets? So I watched him make little interactive animals that played with his mouse cursor, and would do tricks if you did things with your mouse, and again I had to have him spend an hour teaching me how to do that. Did I mention that he is 7 years old? I mean sure he is the greatest criminal mastermind of several generations but he hasn't even got time for the games as he is too busy making screen pets and e-mailing them to his friends? WOW! Ok so I can see where a kid is going to very easily get past such a sophisticated *cough cough system like MySpace after all. I can also see why adults might be fascinated to be around kids aside from the whole "I wanna touch your pee pee little girl" angle as too. Fact is unfortunately, that whining about that shit at the level of press just means that you never learned how to pay attention to your own kid's doings. Kid's AOL won't let my kids near this place, or Yahell 369, thank God.

Today was probably the MySpace update that struck me as being really humorous though as apparently job recruiters and universities now look people up on MySpace and then evaluate THAT into whether they are going to get a job or be accepted into a University. I can't even picture what a job recruiter would think as they looked at my very own MySpace page! "Well Mr. Smith we were evaluating this Jeremy Crow guy and we have determined that … um … well … he appears to be imaginative!" then after the owner of Supermegaconglomeration Inc. looks at her a little more sternly she will have to add, "OH GOD! This guy is a TOTAL pervert, who listens to nothing but KoRn and things that appear to be even WORSE! Don't even get me started on the stuff that his 80 something girlfriends or whatever put in his comments!!!" I'm also pretty sure that this practice {well and all of her D's & F's but you know how the blame game goes} will keep Lazius Boycrazius out of college too.

Don't get me wrong, I really don't care what anyone finds when they look for me online {as if I didn't make THAT pretty fucking obvious over the last year!} and if a company is going to throw money out to find out what flavor of "motion lotion" I prefer to use on my victim of choice, then more power to them. I hear there is even this freak that writes borderline slanderous shit about his employers while he paints himself as a Comic Book Hero and then has gone as far as to show it to the vice president of the company. Now that takes balls, and simply goes to show how little of a shit some janitors … oops … I mean people give about what people think of their actual inner workings. Ok ... I think I'll just shut up now ;8o)

My ghost at work is taking on a more active role in my day to day these days and it is rather interesting to see how she is starting to interact with me. Originally she simply manifested her self as one of the “prankers” that simply moves things, or rearranges things so that you know they are around, but she lately started to get more extraverted towards me to say least. I am so accustomed to this kind of crap that I deduced she was a girl along the last few months, but although I have been in-tune with ghosts my whole life I have never been very good at seeing them corporally. At times I have seen traces of them or even the typical vaporous emanations that are more commonly looked at like the “child wearing a sheet with eye holes”, so usually determining the sex of a ghost requires a few deductive skills that I have gotten good at through people watching, more than ghost watching. Ghosts gender habits are usually equally as stereotypical as that of the living and breathing.

The fact that she was a “pranker” and the way in which she did it, has made me assume that she is {or should I say was?} young. Usually the types of “pranks” that she pulls are more child-like in nature than what a ghost that lived more years mortally would do. Extra years in this world I have found harden their ways of behaving, and younger spirits always have a sense of innocence, but I have heard listening to others that some young ones can be fierce. She tends to be pretty innocent in the things she does. The fact that she is a girl originally was deduced by the fact {as I have said before} that it is the women at work {up in the offices where she hangs out} that are driven nuts by her “phantom coughing” and sometimes even “phantom giggling” which also lead me to believe it was an adolescent. Of course it’s hard to get this information casually in the smoking areas as telling anyone you work with that you believe that you hear and sense the ghost at work is a sure fire way to get the cheaper meds {as when they send you to the company shrink, he’s gonna make you take Lithium instead of the Celexa that YOUR doctor prescribes because it’s cheaper on Workers Comp!} so you usually have to gather your information in dribs and drabs over weeks. Along the way I just started talking to the ghost as I worked and named her Amy. Amy because it is a short and easy name to say.

Almost immediately after giving the ghost a name the pranks started getting either friendlier or more sinister depending on how you look at it, but it was hard to tell, because she was up until recently, pretty shy. Her motor skills in the things she does are amazing though, and I have always believed that a ghost either has or hasn’t got certain communication skills so they use what they have. 30 years of dealing with that ghost in the home I grew up in, and she never once talked to myself or my father, but she would do all the emotes or reactions to drive the women nuts, again the coughing, sneezing, laughing etc. were her favorites.

This ghost has quite a few times reconstructed footprints that I vacuumed up on the floor. I knew exactly what happened the first time I saw it, and was more impressed than pissed off really. I vacuumed one hallway completely, and then came out of the closet after putting the Rainbow away to see all of the salty, sandy footprints right back where they were before. The most common thing she does now is that she pulls the chairs away from the conference room table for me while I vacuum. Mind you, never while I am in the room, but still quite amazing. Well after having to deal with the most amazing ghost things ever {and I have seen hundreds} the biggest surprise {ghosts just don’t shock me at all anymore} was about 3 or 4 weeks ago when I came into work and written on the white board in the conference room using 6 different colors was “NOT AMY” so needless to say, I cleaned the white board {remember explaining insanity to boss BAD!} and started calling her Chuck. I still thought at the time it could have been a different prank from someone who overheard me talking to her one day.

Well after a couple of days calling her Chuck, I came in to see “NOT a BOY” on the board in 7 colors {and yes the “a” was lower case}, and then started calling her Missy, which she hasn’t complained about for the last several weeks. The problem here is that she apparently thought she could communicate with EVERYONE this way now, and I got a note from the HR director a week ago telling me to stop scribbling on the white board, or clean it off afterwards. Missy and I had a talk about this {Ok I talked and hoped Missy listened} and it stopped anyway, which is also fascinating because I have never been able to get anything across like that. Of course the talk was simply me walking around talking to air with a lot of irony in my voice.

For those of you wondering, I have done a little research on this, but not much. Before this place became the offices of the Pink Mafia, there wasn’t even a road. Looking up houses is impossible, because there shouldn’t have been any, but if she starts acting like she needs that stuff looked into I will, otherwise I just leave ghosts be. I just don’t think that it is for me to understand these things, just to keep ghosts company, since the Ghost from my childhood gave me this gift. I listen to Art Bell & George Nori pretty religiously in the mornings before and during work and usually just find myself nodding when they have the people that most people would consider “kooks” on the show. I simply know that a lot of what they say is fact, a lot of it is their interpretation, and in any case it makes me feel better to hear others talk about that fringe stuff. I tend not to talk about the ghost stories as much as I could, but I found the need to take my own advice on it this morning. George Nori has been on this kick lately where he has brought in the most despicable nut jobs who talk about trash like how GW planned 911 and actually orchestrated it all. I’m not talking politics now, it just made me really sad that it had infiltrated so heavily into my favorite “non politics” radio show on AM. The conversations have gone on for hours with no rebuttal to the BS, and I have been really sad, because I miss the supernatural talk, and the alien talk, and the escape that the show was, as it has been the radio extension of The Onion, these days. I decided today to practice what I preach, as I forget that I don’t exactly throw out the ghost stories anymore either, so why should they ;8o)

On the other side of the coin … I still listened to that drivel that was on the radio this morning, every last word, as sickening as it was … ignoring it outright would have made me ignorant, and in the eyes of many, looking like an idiot for not at least hearing out the other side. Better to know how they think, and who knows maybe learn something good or bad ;-)

I had to do it whether I liked it or not, and I have to just buck up and deal. I have 30 minutes before I have to jump in the car and get to work, so it shouldn’t be that much of a problem. I’m a man after all, these things only take 10 minutes for us, and I have been putting this off for days now. Ok, I just have to open the door and walk in, and then reach over, and turn on the water. Ok the water appears to be the right temperature, or at least I see the steam, and it doesn’t hurt my skin, damn I hate this. Taking off my clothes goes reasonably ok, but getting my socks off, that I can at least do with my toes anyway, I just have to get into the water you see and hope that the heat of the water makes me feel better. My skin was starting to get itchy there, and my fingers weren’t exactly making it through my hair, so I have to weigh the options, aside from the fact that my body was starting to smell pretty ripe.

The heat from the water starts pounding my back, and the muscles start loosening up, so at the very least I am getting some sort of relief from this, but as I’ve come to learn over the last year, when my back hurts like this I won’t be able to get enough relief to help me in the least, with what is coming up. Hairs washed, conditioned, and for the most part the rest of me is scrubbed down with my big loofah brush, so I guess I have to turn the water off and deal with it. Well that only took 5 of the usual 10 minutes that a shower is supposed to take a normal American male, so here we go.

Stepping out of the shower that I have put off for 3 days out of sheer terror, and time management issues of course, hasn’t even brought up the worst part of the whole ordeal, as my hand grasps the towel, and I start with the hair “because you always dry top down” like I tell the children when they were very little evils’s, and the I shall start working on the arms next. 6 minutes are down now, another 4 to go right, but my mind is now terrified because I know I am going to be wicked late for work, despite only being 20 minutes away from work, with a half hour to be there. The towel is working its way around my belly, my hips, my thighs, and the trickles of water running down my calves trying to escape are heading strait for the place that they know they are safe, because I can’t dry my feet when my back gets this bad.

It’s the little things that people never think of when they make fun of their grandfather who’s always complaining about his bad back. Lifting things isn’t that hard, when you bend at the knees, and use the proper lifting techniques. Pushing and pulling are no big deal because you have learned to deal with what you can and cannot do, so you compensate. No, it’s the things like being able to dry your feet and calves when you get out of the shower that is a total nightmare. The chain of events that this issue sets off can steal a half hour of your life easily. Nobody likes to put clothes on wet, but at the same time simply TRYING to put on a pair of socks with wet feet, when your back hurts too badly to bend over and dry them properly to begin with, is near impossible through the searing pain. What usually transpires is that I end up swatting at my feet with the towel like one of those automatic car wash buffing cloths, and then afterwards try to aim my sock perfectly and sweep it onto my feet in one fell swoop. What usually happens is I practically break a toe, and the pain at least transfers to my feet for a while.

After I get my socks on I rush my ass off, to get my pants on and note that I now have 15 minutes to make that 20 minute drive. Struggling with the pain, and getting my damn socks on for 15 minutes sucks, but it’s been part of my life for a few days now and again, but I was just trying to demonstrate some of the shit that one goes through after a blown out disk. It doesn’t even scratch the surface of the most infuriating thing that you notice after you’ve become broken in this manner which is that absolutely everything is located about 2 inches lower than your hand hangs down. This doesn’t seem like much, but when you actually feel your back move every inch, damn it sucks.

For a while there it is really hard to remember to bend at the knees just to get something that weighs 4 ounces out of the cupboard under the sink. Actually it’s gotten kinda hard to forget for me now, but again these things add up and a usual day for me has been complicated even more because of this issue, so I have to remember to bend at the knees even if doing that about 400 times a day steals at least ANOTHER hour from me. I’m lucky I don’t sleep all that much, but the running on empty factor is getting in too, so I have started sleeping 6 hours a night. I have actually cut back on a lot of things unfortunately because my body has been going into a horrible deterioration phase right now, and unfortunately I am merely falling downward toward the point I am supposed to be at I suppose. Everything I do takes me so much longer and I can’t keep rushing the “simple but often ignored things” like I have up until now. I’ve carried an interestingly brave face about it all for so long that I think most people forget that I actually have a severely ruptured disk and technically am “disabled”. I think that is Gods way of reminding me, and this is my way of reminding all of you. I love you all … Jeremy …

NO THIS DOES NOT MEAN I AM LEAVING, so you all will have to save you condolences or celebrations for another day … far away!

I shall take this opportunity as I often do, to call some people on their shit, because a travesty happened yesterday in the state of California that needs to be explained through the eyes of a man that is cursed with the ability to see things differently than most of you. I have often been considered one of the most imaginative people out there, and little do most of you know that unfortunately I see things perfectly clearly, all to often, and because of THAT gift, I can be haunted by things that most people simply cast aside as no big deal. Here are a couple of grave problems with the world today, that I feel are important to be seen through my eyes, and with my ability to paint the pictures.

Michael Morales was supposed to be executed yesterday in the state of California, and thanks to the collusion of the Anesthesiologists of the state of California he is still alive today. The humane way to execute a prisoner in the state of California is through lethal injection, and this was fought for very desperately by the left wing of this country under the guise that we are not to be considered animals by the very nature of the way we execute someone. This of course opened up the wonderful gateway to block executions by simply making it so that if all of the Anesthesiologists {a HUGE liberal constituency by the way} refused to do the procedure in the name of “not going to take a life” then a judge would uphold that you can’t have the execution. That may sound too simple, and at one time was a rally cry of the right wing of this country that was demonized for even assuming that something so foolish would happen and now unfortunately that IS what happened. The penal system tried to incorporate a plan to simply load him up with barbiturates until he overdosed, in lieu of an Anesthesiologist being there, but of course a judge was able to block that as being “cruel and unusual” and now we wait, until somehow the justice system can find a way to kill this fucker!

Here’s where my imagination gets the best of me as I actually am able to see the crime that put this man into this position. Michael Morales took a 17 year old girl, tried to strangle her with a leather belt, when it broke he beat her with a hammer in the face until her face was no longer recognizable, raped her repeatedly {mind you using every orifice of her body}, and then stabbed her so many times that she had easily lost half of her blood before she finally died. This is exactly how this girl spent the last hours of her 17 years on this planet before he purposefully had murdered her after he and his cousin found out she was dating a boy who coincidentally was having a homosexual relationship with his cousin. The two of them killed her out of jealousy. This man is a waste of human flesh and at the very least, his rotting corpse could be used to make nicer tomatoes or something, and although my way of looking at it is pretty bad you really need to see the whole picture of what happened after he did this.

A jury that was hand picked by the attorney for this monster was selected from the most pathetically liberal state in this country. The chances that you could find 12 pro-rape, pro-jealousy, pro-murder people could not have possibly found a better home than the land to which this man was being tried! Those 12 people unanimously {because it cannot be upheld unless it is unanimous} found this man guilty, and then unanimously decided based on 100% certainty of the evidence that this man needed to die. If you remember the OJ Simpson trial {which took place in the same area} then you know how difficult this actually can be.

To complicate matters worse, you then have to understand that after being convicted and condemned, he was granted many appeals in which the attorney was able to grab other sets of 12 and plead out the case at the very least that his life should be spared and it was denied every time by everyone they tried to convince of this. The same set of loony lefties has made sure that over the next 25 YEARS {yes I said 25 years, which is roughly 8 years more than Terri Winchell was allowed to live because of this asshole, who had already had 19 years to become that monster} that he has been waiting to be executed, that he has had access to absolutely everything his black heart could desire. He has his own web page where he writes wonderful articles so that everyone can read his brilliant ranting about what is wrong with the system, and we have fed and clothed this waste of flesh for again 25 YEARS! My mind churns over this bullshit, because I truly believe that this man committed at the very least two of the crimes that a human being should be killed for, and the AMA supports him being alive, and by total collusion WILL keep him alive, and now we come to the other problem with being a totally imaginative and creative thinker with the ability to paint the tales, as I note that California is also home to many thousands of doctors that not only will, but encourage the practice of abortion.

So we now go back to the premise that a doctor will not take a life, when it pertains to executing a criminal, but it is upholding the law to end a life in the womb of a mother because we conveniently call it a choice in that instance. The very same court that just upheld the "Cruel and Unusual Verdict" is also in the news because they struck DOWN the law banning "Partial Birth Abortion" which more Americans find cruel and unusual than anything you can do to this convicted murderer. There are three ways of pronouncing it actually to be fair. Medically it is called “Forced Dilation and Extraction” which is NOT very pretty, so the leftists came up with the term “Late Term Abortions” to quell the actual outrage of MOST of the people in the country. The people in this or any other country who support the need for partial birth abortions are very lucky when it comes to this issue because the AMA spends millions of taxpayer dollars, donations from left wing organizations, and of course tax payer funded political ads to keep this practice alive regardless of congressional or referendum votes making it illegal. People like me unfortunately have seen the illegal {because of a woman’s right to privacy .. wink wink .. nudge nudge} tapes of these things, and the lies haunt ME. After seeing what actually happens during a partial birth abortion I was one of the people that of course was simply haunted by the pure evil that goes into it.

Knowing that there ARE doctors in California, that WILL, turn a baby around in the womb, cut it from the protective surroundings that it is in while it is struggling against it {ultrasounds that were hidden away by the abortion doctors, as it didn’t prove the point that the pro-abortion zealots wanted to get out there, aka … look the baby doesn’t even notice, proved that as the babies hands fought against the scalpel} then catch it’s struggling body before it’s head comes out, while holding the head inside the mother then cuts the baby behind the base of the skull, while the pain of this causes the babies arms to jut out strait, then cut the brain stem from the spinal cord making the whole body go limp in the doctors hands, before a vacuum is applied to totally suck out the brain. The body is then thrown into a red trash bag, where nurses who quit the medical field all together after this horror have stated “The face of an angelic looking little baby would be staring at them dead” and this totally fucking haunts me every time my mind is forced to go there. So there are doctors who WILL do this and say that it is the law of the minority, but there are no doctors that will end the life of a man even though it TOO is the LAW, just of the majority, instead. It’s the conspiracy of the more equals at work.

To even bring any of this up simply can be rebutted by the two most ignorant shields to real debate . By saying to me “Don’t impose your morals on me” and of course “The right for a woman to do with her body as she chooses” and then labeling me a “God Loving Hate Monger” it’s then easier to walk away saying to yourself whatever is necessary to get the imagery out of your head, if you don't want to know the truth. Since I have already crossed that line, I might as well throw out there that I was pro-choice for many years, as I could justify {as foolishly as I was when I was younger} that aborting an Embryo, or a first trimester Fetus wasn’t that bad … etc etc etc. It was the all or nothing attitude of the lefties that made me have to get educated on the issues, as I couldn’t accept third trimester, and realistically am not particularly fond of the second either, but have defended it when life of the mother is concerned, or rape. I have always believed that a woman should not risk her life for her baby that is not in the third Trimester, but they can convince me otherwise easier if they are in the second. The problem with third as the people who swear that life of the mother is an issue is, by that time the baby can survive outside of the womb with today’s technology. What you just had explained to you was a murder, because there is no difference in the stress factors on the mother taking the baby out alive or dead at that point. It is totally identical, and denying that makes you a flat out LIAR.

Talking about this is covered by my free speech, but not so passionately defended like the ability of Michael Morales to commit murder and live off of all of us forever. An awful lot of money goes into defending his right to NOT be executed, and a lot of news agencies give plenty of free air time to those on that side of the debate. The prison system in the wonderful Commonwealth of Massachusetts has so many senseless murders it’s totally scary. The lack of death penalty has made it so that the life sentence people just snag the lesser offenders and kill them for thrills inside of the prisons. Why not? You can’t get anything worse than sitting in prison, lifting weights, watching HBO, and keeping your Blog up to date. There are no big dollar contributors to getting that fixed, and the news services sweep it under the rug. California is slowly being forced in that direction by a pile of people who question my morals and only use thier own when it suits them to do so. My credibility is easily dismissed as I am willing to talk about it but haven't taken the secret oath of secrecy required to be a certified expert on it, but what about Terri Winchell, the 17 year old girl Michael Morales raped and murdered? Did she not have the right to choose life, or was his right to abort her greater? Give a monkey a brain and he will rule the world, I guess ;8o)

So as I eluded to yesterday, the real reason to have a Presidents day in the good ol’ U.S.A aside from making sure that about half of the country gets a three day weekend is that it is the official beginning of the “New Car New Year” so why shouldn’t I take the opportunity to bitch about new cars? I may not get to them all as I babble on here, but it is actually the biggest car sales weekend of the year, and even Greektradgedius Inyiddish was shocked that nobody was at the mall yesterday. For the crabby bastards that are pounding a fist and saying "What is this world coming to?" please feel free to get over yourself, because the new car season starting, on what was once Washington's Birthday, actually goes back to 1895, when a Boston car dealer refused to close on Washington's Birthday. If the phenomenon of the new car blitz that we all endure and the sales, and all of the other bullshit involved on this weekend is new to you, then please sit over there and wait for the giant popping sound, thus signifying your head coming out of your ass. You will probably still get a 3 day weekend just for playing.

Now let's get into the things I have taken issue with ever since I was old enough to think cars were cool {and it wasn’t easy if you remember the shit cars that the American car companies made when I was 7} and exactly why. First of all, and this is the usual gripe for most people is the fact that I haven't even started remembering to put 2006 on anything yet! I just wrote a check yesterday and put 02/19/2005 on it until the cashier pointed it out to me. Why did she notice? Because everyone does it! So this is in my opinion {REGARDLESS of whether it is a 110 year old tradition or NOT} and that is it is not the time to be releasing the 2007 models of something! Car companies should get with a Bill Gates and the most powerful company on Earth after all and simply create a theory and give it a number {aka Windaz 95!} then put it off constantly until it barely get's out before the year is over. Course we all know that the reason Windows went from version 3.11 to 95 was based on the Axiom that “Billion dollar Bill” wanted to be able to release a new version every year that was basically the same and scoop up the market segment of auto buyers that "upgrade" thier vehicles every year. How'd that work out for ya?

I have bought exactly 4 new cars in my entire life and it's a pretty funny set of reasons for all of them actually. I am one of those total morons that bought a brand new Yugo back in 1987, so realistically I shouldn't be allowed to purchase my own clothes much less a new automobile, but I learned a valuable lesson about vehicles from that 1987 Yugo {affectionately called the Yu-Push after we saw two guys pushing one identical too it down the road} and that is quite simply ALL CARS no matter how cheap {$3495 brand new that car was!} or how expensive are a total rip-off, and nothing has changed. My $9499 Hyundai Accent I bought the year Captain ADHD was born was number 2 {and despite the fact that it was a rather dangerous little vehicle in a world full of SUV's it still works great as my former brother in-law just passed 130 thousand miles in it!}, but it was still a total rip-off! Then 4 years ago I bought a Ford Focus for 11 grand and traded it less than 2 months later {because even made by Mazda it still worked like a FORD trust me} when I plunked down the car and cash for a 20,000$ {pronounced Twenty FUCKING thousand} Kia Sedona Mini Van ... because it was the only one I could afford! That is absolutely insane if you ask me.

I happened to have learned to be a totally vindictive asshole thanks to cars really. When the Yugo plant in Serbia was wiped out during "Operation Change the Subject" I truly felt it was one of the great things that the Clinton administration accomplished, and anyone who had the honor of being terrified in that car with me as the wheels came off the ground on corners were laughing about it. Well for the exactly ONE year it lived, I should say. Yugo basically refused to cover the warranty and then stopped making cars for America, shortly after as all of their cars couldn’t last 2 years. Now that the American car companies are all going bankrupt, I get a giggle fit about it all because they totally ruined thier reputations back when we were forced to buy American cars during the Carter administration {thanks to tariffs} and they rewarded us by making cars that barely lasted 5 years. Now that American car companies are the only car companies that don't make the majority of thier cars in America, I can simply sit back in amusement of the lemmings crying over the loss of American jobs. If you want a car that was built by Americans then go to the Nissan dealership.

The funniest part of the whole “Jeremy shouldn’t be allowed to pick out his own cars” conundrums is that when I go out and buy a used “toy” it ends up doing great by me. I had a Toyota Paseo that got 50+ miles to the gallon and was fast as lightning. I sold it after two years for almost as much as I paid for it! My last Mitsubishi Eclipse just passed 200,000 miles and my Aunt {new codename Greektradgedius Intraining} is still driving IT around, but unfortunately I have to own “reliable family vehicles” being a single father of 3 and guess what? Those are far from reliable and cost a fucking FORTUNE to fix!! My stupid Minivan cost 550$ for a tune up! What a rip-off, and if I didn’t do it my warrantee would have been voided. The brakes and tires that it needed mere weeks after the warrantee was over ran me a whopping 680$, and this is the type of insanity that makes the auto makers wonder why people are terrified of new vehicles! Throw in the fact that the state punishes me in two weeks for getting a year older when I plunk down the 400$ to register the two things {thank GOD my birthday is right after the tax returns though, cuz that always helps ... *laughing through the tears}

In closing I want to make an impassioned plea to all of you single men out there looking for your life partner. The first piece of advice that this three time failure can possibly give you on whom to and not to mate with is this … If she makes it known to you that she is a “Ford Person” run like a motherfucker! My last wife was a “Ford Person” and she bought a used Ford Focus {just like the one I was barely able to tolerate for 2 months!} just before she left me. Now the fact that she left me for a woman I can get over and did quite easily. The fact that she left me with that car and the payments … that’s inexcusable! ;8o)

So today is President’s Day here in the United States, and for the three or four of you outside of this country that read the insanity of this pervert, let me give you a little run down on what President’s Day actually is. President’s day is actually a holiday based on President Washington and President Lincoln. At one time we here in America had both Washington and Lincoln's birthdays off as federal holidays and they both happened to be in