The plastic knife in my left hand carves into my chicken fried steak, while the fork in the right forces every bit of it into my mouth through the tears that have totally clouded my eyes. Perched 12 inches above the floor on the carton of toilet paper rolls, I continue to force what is commonly referred to as my favoritest food in the world down my throat because if I stop for even a minute I know I may never start again. The closet I am sitting in, so that the others can’t see this spectacle is commonplace, and today it is even more crowded than usual because I had just filled the place with all of the supplies for the next month, so on top of all of this I am quite cramped to boot, with my elbows tightly into my side. My mind is racing, telling me how pathetic I am, and how it will never get better, and of course millions of examples of my own failures go sweeping through my mind so fast that that small part of my brain that is doing whatever it can to keep me alive is barely able to keep the food going into me.

I convulse, as the sound of my own chewing echoes through my head, and the fact that my breathing alters from the runny eyes and the stuffy head that I have had for weeks makes it even more difficult. That growing piece of my brain that hates me more than anything that has ever been placed on this earth is trying to again remind me that it is worthless for someone like me to even eat, loudly screaming about how fat I have become since my injury, how I am truly unworthy. The fear of what is on the other side of that door, looming knowing that everyone out there in the world looks at me in disgust, and as I sit here eating, and making weird noises as my brain fights over whether or not the food is actually going into me or not, I weep. As normal for someone like myself I wish that I were dead, the chaos that fills my days, as I know that all of the little things that bring me some semblance of happiness are conflicting my time narrows and I can never do enough of what I want to make me happy, the brain churns to remind me and beat me down with this knowledge and it never looks like it is going to end unless I end, and yet I never do.

I’m halfway through the meal that I forced myself to straiten up and walk normal, despite my need to curl up in a ball and wait to die, out to the lunch truck to buy, and through the fake smile she reminds me that one of my favorites is there and I purchased the metallic container of tat which my mind wanted nothing to do with. The last thing that I could even tolerate at this moment is the ability to do anything that would keep me alive, but as always I have a million things that need to be done, and I must continue. I look rather silly to most on my fucking cross, as I run around like a cartoon character so that I can get a smile from someone else just to feed off of that as my own mind is incapable of producing such things, but every deal that I make with any devil comes with the cost of retribution, for I have revealed in my own levity my own inability to survive by my own will alone. I have always been able to garner the attentions purely by opening the veins and letting people stare at the pretty blood as it runs out until there is none and now where have I traveled to, but a closet, sitting on top of toilet paper crying because I don’t want to eat the food that I supposedly love, and now it is the poison that I force into me, or so the greater portion of my mind would have me believe.

I am incapable of being anything that I wish to be or so my mind would have me believe is normal, so I hide alone in my closet with the food so that I may be able to take care of those that I honestly hate almost as often as myself. I am incapable of loving anything it would appear anyway and why should anything be any different from anything else as another morsel of food is placed into my mouth as I taste one of my own tears upon it. Why should I care and the battle of the mind has taken me there now for the defenses are now weakened towards the only reason I actually do lie and for my own mind to kill it’s most cunning enemy to date. That being the other part of the mind although weakened and in pain still strong enough for some ungodly reason to fight off the encroachment of the more powerful force, and to date the victor on every battle field. I hate. I am without soul. I am the very embodiment of everything I hate in this world and I want to die. I just never do.

Upon finally making it through the first full day of Pink Mafia surveillance since Monday, Superdaddyman was timidly making his way back to the Superdaddycave in the Superdaddymobile when he realized that the back end of the Superdaddymobile was swerving rather funny and making rather awkward noises. Upon further inspection of the problem Superdaddyman was able to recognize the major problem right off, and that would be the emblem on the back of the Superdaddymobile that said FORD. Problem number two being that Greektradgedius Intraining had actually stolen the Jack out of the Superdaddymobile, so a trip to the local VIP {Very Inadequate Parts} to buy a floor jack was a necessity. With that done it was a wobbly and rather intimidating drive back to the Superdaddycave so that the car could be jacked up and the back wheel could be taken off.

The wheel was completely off the car when the phone rang alerting Superdaddyman that once again {the fourth time in under 2 months} enemy combatants were found scurrying around the head of the fiendish Imtoocutus, and Superdaddyman was to pick her up from the Evils’s Southern Command Headquarters and Overtly Occupied Lair {SCHOOL} immediately. Since it has been brought to Superdaddyman’s attention all of these times that Imtoocutus is the only person in this entire school with Lice, Superdaddyman refused to go since all of the other children are immune and Imtoocutus is able to spontaneously create these things in a fourteenth century sort of way, it wouldn’t kill them to put her on the bus. Superdaddyman also pointed out to them that this is the LAST time that he is going to spend an entire evening scrubbing all of the heads in the house, and spraying down all of the bedding after washing all of it at the cost of about 40$, without a call to the Health Inspector. He of course very politely with his super ability to sound super evil pointed out that “It’s because they may be able to at least protect all of the other children from the vicious Imtoocutus and her incompetent father who for some reason can’t get the lice out of his daughters hair … but while they are there I am sure that they might as well inspect every student and teachers head, just in case the nurse might have missed someone … I’m sure it happens!”

Back to the Superdaddymobile which appears to be sicker than thought! The wheel drum will not come off despite all of Superdaddyman’s super strength, and finally after banging on it with every form of hammer that my Supermind could get, I finally said screw it and put the axle bolt back on and tightened THAT up real good. Ah yes the wheel is on nice and tight now, and your favorite super hero is back in business! The only thing left to do is take the Superdaddymobile down to the local Dunkin Donuts for some Ice cold Superdaddyman Recharge Tonic! Driving down the road the Superdaddyman realized a few things as the back tire passed him on the road. First and foremost the Superdaddyman laundry was going to need to be done as the very underwear protecting the Superdaddypickle has now gotten awfully warm all of a sudden, and secondly Captain Eaton {the drivers education teacher of the Superdaddyman *mumbles 20 years ago mumbles*} if you are reading this I am terribly sorry that I gave you a hard time when you told the class that an automobile could actually drive on 3 wheels and don’t freak out. Fortunately I remembered the “don’t freak out” part {aside from the soiled drawers} and was thanking God for that as I was walking down the road to get the tire, after safely coasting the 3 wheeled tin cup to the curb! Of course that only works for vehicles that are moving because when I stopped …. THUNK! The good news is that I had just managed to get the bigger version of the Superdaddymobile road worthy again {and no I didn’t do it myself smart asses}, because I am going to need it obviously. Have a good weekend everyone from your friendly local neighborhood super Hero! ;8o)

Life interfered with Blog Writing Today, so I will give you that story here tomorrow ... Here is a back up blog I have been sitting on for a while because I thought it sucked, so feel free to take the night off ...

I have my System of a Down CD in the CD player on the way to work this morning, and the idea came to me to write down what my opinions of music are since my tastes tend to be rather eclectic at best. My musical tastes are pretty close to my talk radio tastes in a lot of ways, and I realize that the analogy might sound a bit off, but it is what it is. I listen to music that challenges me and makes me feel differently, and often. Bands like Sytem of a Down, Primus, and KoRn for example actually could be proclaimed the Shubert, Tchaikovsky, and Chopin of today’s times, and it isn't a very far stretch of the imagination. When Shubert for example was alive, he was far less than enthusiastically received, but he did have a rather nice following that grew and after he was gone {which was very young, so you have to factor in that he was younger than most of the members of the bands I mentioned} his works were being rediscovered and heralded more and more each year for thier complexity, and while he was alive, he rarely even finished a symphony, as it wasn't going to be heralded in his mind anyway. The fact that a composer of the old guard was living on the other side of town {Beethoven} and wouldn't acknowledge the new and unpolished composer Shubert didn't help matters any either. It's good to note though as Beethoven’s music was rather polished and more methodical, to Shubert’s far more unclean, dark and at times terrifying overtones. Both of them are considered “classic” in anyone’s books.

Mozart was a very interesting character as most of his music was played on an instrument that had only been around for a very short time, and he was by far the innovator of it. This strange piece of equipment known as the piano, changed everything after Mozart, but while he was alive it was a very strange instrument that only his genius level could bring strait to the forefront. The great composers just prior to Mozart {Like Bach, Pachelbel, and Vivaldi for instance} sounded a good 200 years behind the music that Mozart played, and really he only came along right after thier reign. It was simply the way that he challenged the people who listened to him, that made him totally stand out {aside from the fact that he wrote more symphonies per year alive than any 4 of the great composers combined of course} and that was the gateway for Chopin to test the boundaries even more. Despite the fact that Chopin was very popular during his lifetime, it was purely based on the shock value of the many things that he wrote, and the complexity of the abilities it took to play it. As a raw pianist Chopin far out shadowed even the great Mozart, but it took a lot of challenging to do so.

Tchaikovsky as I have often said is one of the greatest composers ever, but his music was so far ahead of it's time that he was totally incapable of earning a living at it. He was absolutely HATED by the people of his homeland, and the only reason his life made any history over in Russia was because of the amazing ways he constantly tried to kill himself. He was also a horrible failure at that. Andrew Carnegie, who was one of this countries great visionaries {and coincidentally dollar for dollar based on the times, one of the richest men who ever lived} built the Carnegie Hall so that he could bring Tchaikovsky to the United States and give him a venue, and the 1812 Overture {one of the greatest pieces ever made thank you} was written by him on the way here out of gratitude for an opportunity. Andrew Carnegie was elated by the performance and truly adored Tchaikovsky’s music, it's just too bad nobody else did, and years later Tchaikovsky finally did kill himself the old fashioned way ... Pneumonia from trying to drown himself in the Russian Winter water.

I hear this often in a lot of the music I listen to today, and I also here music that is totally devoid of this today as well. Primus is considered a terrible band by MOST people I know, and to be honest with you songs like Pork Soda, and Tommy Was a Race Car Driver, don't make my argument look any better, but they are on my must buy list every time a new CD comes out. Songs like Mr Krinkle are hidden on every CD that they make and I often have to just sit there in awe of how amazingly gifted they are. System of a Down as I was listening to them today I have known for quite a while are so amazingly powerful and complex in what they play that it sometimes sounds jumbled and often too Metallica-ish, but the way that everything they do changes so radically from song to song it is like listening to the second coming of Shubert. KoRn on the other hand might sound like jumbled up noise, but when you are listening to it, there is almost a challenge put forth musically to try to see what direction any given song is going to end up. More over, just try to see if thier style can even be maintained from album to album as they are always transforming into something more with every song that they write. It was the unquestionable drive that you would have seen from a man like Mozart that was often considered crazy just because he was better at music than anyone else of his time.

Here's the part where I get to be insulting, and point out why certain bands or artists have for the most part made me ill whenever I am forced to here them, and the whole “talk radio” angle really comes through here. There are artists out there that have not written anything even vaguely original in over 30 years, that I not only gave up on wanting to hear anything new from them, but thier new stuff simply makes all of thier older stuff sound older, and less original. Pink Floyd has been intolerable to me as long as I can remember. Every album is a “profit break” like the Rolling Stones, and is totally lacking in anything original from thier first album. Like the Rolling Stones, they were radical and exciting when they first came out {I assume actually as I wasn't even born yet} but now sounds like a droll meandering stutter from an elderly old fool, with Alzheimer’s. Sadly I get a feeling of being totally ripped off, when a radio station throws a tune on from one of these guys, or worse yet when I have to hear Eric Clapton and then the babble about his “genius” but then again it is probably because I don't get stoned.

Talk Radio is the same way, as I know that a lot of you assume that I listen to Rush Limbaugh everyday, but the funny part is I don’t. I like him and all but don’t get me wrong, I can form most of my own opinions and have them sound pretty similar. Another radio station in the area has a flaming liberal named Alan Combes {sp} on at the same time and THAT is what I listen to. He’s very polite and listens well most of the time anyway {not like a Paul Bagala or James Carville that screams over you and rips you with indecipherable rhetoric until you just give up talking to them} and because of THAT he has actually been able to stretch my mind in “some” more left leaning ideals, because he makes valid arguments and stretches my perspectives. The fact that I have heard him bend and pay attention a lot of the time makes all of the difference, because music, politics, child rearing, or just life in general is a challenge and if NOT worked at or educated, then probably not worthy of my time ;8o)

Have a question you want answered? Feel free to ask this sicko! Post any question you want Jeremy Crow to answer in the comments section of this blog and he will answer it totally honestly and to the best of his ability A.S.A.P. {One Question & One Answer per Blog, and no answers will be given to things that will harm others!} Nothing that was printed here was intended to offend anyone, and if it did, you begged for it. If you believe that there are some measures that can be taken to change me, then please feel free to pray for me, and while you are at it yourself, because you read this far, and if you hated every minute of it, then you are an idiot, not me, or the other people who like what I have to say! .. JC~ Other Crap This Weirdo Publishes ... Mental Notes & Random Musings {Daily Blog} Mental Notes - TagWorld Edition {Whenever} Mental Notes - MySpace Edition {Weekends} Mental Notes - Yahell 369 Edition The Crow's Nest {The Homepage of J~ Crow} {Weekends}

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Well no good deed ever goes unpunished as I have had proven to me all throughout my little blogging career, but let me tell you how priceless life is when you work with the losers I do. I wake up today, still pretty damn sick, but I struggle my way to work so that I can clean the bathrooms. There is no way on Earth that the bathrooms where I work can last 2 days unattended but I had already drawn out the stipulation in my head that I was leaving work early whether any of those knuckleheads liked it or not. Just going to get in, get it done, and get out. Those of you that are eating, you may want to either come back later or not come back at all because this rant is going to get disgusting.

I wasn’t mistaken on this one, because I actually could have written down what I was going to walk into, and submitted it to the plant manager before I had even gone into the plant. Here’s the rub for a lot of you out there as I have been struggling with this dilemma now for a good long time, but the people that I work with actually ARE filthy animals. I realize that in the Politically Correct world I am supposed to give some sort of rider attached about how “It’s not everyone” or “There are always a few that spoil it for everyone” but here’s where I want to know when we cross that line of bad apples and bad bunches of apples. I mean I knew that all of the toilets in the plant were going to be clogged, I knew that more than one person would be using each toilet AFTER it had been clogged, and I knew that not one person was going to plunge any of them. This is part of life at this place, but what wasn’t part of life was my reaction to it today, as I was too sick to cope.

I walked in to a lot of whining from people “Oh the toilets were clogged all day yesterday” and without a doubt they had been clogged all day, and it was obvious because every single one had the defecation of several men in it. That is really sick, and the first person to come in and tell me that it was a rough day without toilets was the first victim of a thing I call “truth” and another thing called “logic”, and I was just the sick as a dog motherfucker to teach school today. Of the 4 toilets and two urinals, only the two urinals were operational, and when I finally heard “We’ve been waiting for you to fix those,” my reaction was simply to look at the person and say “Most human beings don’t put up with having 4 toilets full of at least 12 peoples shit, and I would hate to see what your house looks like,” which was met with stunned gasps from the audience. “You see I was at home yesterday, and my toilets were working, while you idiots were at a location all day with 4 toilets that were plugged up, several of you were willing to actually take a dump in someone else’s shitty water, and every single one of you were willing to simply live with this instead of taking a plunger to it, and this is what happens every day when I leave work. You all can’t even be trusted alone for one day,” which was met with all kinds of guffaw’s about how it isn’t their job, and they didn’t do it. In any case, they live with it, and have for a lot longer than I have been janitor.

This leads me to believe something that actually leans in to a Capitalist slant actually, and that being that you get what you pay for in this world. The Pink Mafia doesn’t pay very good and most people who don’t get crippled like me first, usually quit really quickly. The company then holds employee meetings to inquire amongst us all, why they can’t hold on to anyone {or at least they did before I became Captain Disgruntled and started telling them in the middle of these meetings … um … actually they just stopped inviting me} and why 25 men will simply walk outside behind the dumpster to take a shit after they have clogged the toilet and filled it up like an old outhouse. The two fold problem is that they get people who aren’t worthy of the shit.25 that they pay to begin with, and expect people who easily can go out and get better jobs for more money elsewhere. Throw in the fact that the more intelligent people come into this place and find themselves totally surrounded by uncouth idiots, and run away screaming.

Then we have the other problem, and that is the lack of respect that they all {top down thank you} show for someone who comes in to clean up after all of these pathetic losers despite the fact that he should have been at home in bed. I finally told everyone that I was leaving and did, after all of the major repairs and cleaning was finished. Questioning MY work ethic was not the way to remind me why I shouldn’t give a shit in the first place, it was when I grabbed my paycheck and went to cash it. The amusing part of all this is that despite all of the chest pounding, that we do all day at one another, the fact that I am so more intelligent than the people I clean up after reminds me of something I had brought up before … There is absolutely no shock at all that all of these people are divorced at the very least once, and most of them twice, because I know exactly what thier wives must have gone through ;8o)

Well I stayed home sick from work today as the bio-toxins that the evils's have been barraging me with all winter finally got the best of me, and I had no choice. I laid around for a good part of the day after getting my 9 hours of sleep which quite frankly was more than any two nights in the last year, so I guess I am officially broken, and the thought of it just going away finally escaped me. There were a few good things to come with my disease though, as I managed to spend some time with Imtoocutus who got to play nursemaid all day, and I discovered a new congestion medicine that works miracles called Mucinex. After about 4 hours from the time I took that stuff my coughs were pretty productive, and for once I am going to spare you all the lovely details, of what happens after that.

I actually had back up blogs I could have used today even though I didn't feel like writing at all, but I figured, "What the hell, I'm going to just take a sick day today from blogging as well," or at least something that resembles it as i write this little update on my health and post another couple of my pictures. Have a a great evening everyone ... God Loves You and So Do I ;8o)

A man in a hot air balloon realized he was lost.
He reduced altitude and spotted a woman below. He descended a bit more and shouted, "Excuse me, can you help me? I promised a friend I would meet him an hour ago, but I don't know where I am."
The woman below replied, "You are in a hot air balloon hovering approximately 30 feet above the ground. You are between 40 and 41 degrees north latitude and between 59 and 60 degrees west longitude."
"You must be an engineer," said the balloonist.
"I am," replied the woman, "How did you know?"
"Well," answered the balloonist, "everything you told me is technically correct, but I have no idea what to make of your information, and the fact is I am still lost. Frankly, you've not been much help so far."
The woman below responded, "You must be in Management."
"I am," replied the balloonist, "but how did you know?"
"Well," said the woman, "you don't know where you are or where you are going. You have risen to where you are due to a large quantity of hot air. You made a promise which you have no idea how to keep, and you expect people beneath you to solve your problems. The ! fact is you are in exactly the same position you were in before we met, but now, somehow, it's my fault!"

Have a question you want answered? Feel free to ask this sicko! Post any question you want Jeremy Crow to answer in the comments section of this blog and he will answer it totally honestly and to the best of his ability A.S.A.P. {One Question & One Answer per Blog, and no answers will be given to things that will harm others!} Nothing that was printed here was intended to offend anyone, and if it did, you begged for it. If you believe that there are some measures that can be taken to change me, then please feel free to pray for me, and while you are at it yourself, because you read this far, and if you hated every minute of it, then you are an idiot, not me, or the other people who like what I have to say! .. JC~ Other Crap This Weirdo Publishes ... Mental Notes & Random Musings {Daily Blog} Mental Notes - TagWorld Edition {Whenever} Mental Notes - MySpace Edition {Weekends} Mental Notes - Yahell 369 Edition {Weekends} The Crow's Nest {The Homepage of J~ Crow}

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I am going to take a little time today to explain something publicly to everyone that I had been discussing privately with a few today, for now that my Ghost chasing has brought me to greater levels, these days, I figured that it is important for me to share some interesting data with you al about the "Missy Situation" and help anyone who needs it themselves. Those of us out there that talk to ghosts, see black helicopters, swear that we are talking to people telepathically on the other side of the globe, have completely theorized the death of everyone under the age of 60 to being some sort of conspiracy, or even believe that we see the future, and spend an inordinate amount of time researching these things actually do have a name. We are affectionately known as "Keepers Of Odd Knowledge" or KOOK not only to ourselves but apparently to a lot of others as well. Most of us organize in groups that are considered "Keepers Of Odd Knowledge Societies" or KOOKS that aren't just the inhabitants of San Francisco or Vermont anymore.

Now I realized I was a KOOK at a very young age when my daily rituals were also centered on a ghost, and lately as my daily rituals once again are centered on a ghost. This one of course {for both of you that read the real blog know} has basically displayed typical woman habits of wanting to be figured out, but not wanting to assist, while at the same time being a bitch about my lack of enlightenment to the things that must obviously just be. Lately I found out that if I write on the whiteboard {a suggestion from another KOOK} that she will respond. Of course not with the answers I want, but it is obvious that she responds. This of course is all made far more difficult based on the fact that I can't just leave the things that I or she writes on the board because it does happen to be the boardroom of the Pink Mafia Headquarters that she and I seem to have our dialogues, and like most secret societies I am forced to keep the fact that I am a KOOK from my co-workers.

Enter into the new complexity that I finally realized that she is writing on the whiteboard with a color of marker that doesn't actually happen to be on the premises {I looked everywhere} which makes me wonder if they simply make prettier colors on the other side, and if I can get her to import them over here because I think I could get rich off of it. The shade of Purple that she uses, only shows up in photos from certain angles and it is rather freaky actually. She has displayed a rather nice artistic aptitude though as she usually leaves me pretty pictures of flowers or hearts along with her typical cryptic answers of "No" or "Not" and she seemed rather perturbed at my being out sick on Wednesday when she doesn't get that way when I am out on Saturday or Sunday, so I have to assume that she does know the days of the week. This is just the type of Odd Knowledge that us KOOKS have to compile often.

She also unfortunately likes to omit, like I do so asking questions on the board could give almost any sort of answer. I wrote on the board "Can you tell me your name?" which would help out quite a bit as I am still trying to find out who the hell she is, and the only person who had dies in that area that the town archivist could tell me was a woman in her 60's during a hunting accident while she was watching the birdies {again the road isn't that old, so the only female death anyway … many drunk driving accidents in the last 10 years happened out front at least} and she did, I think, confirm that that wasn't her. It's hard to tell from these things as her answer to that question the next day was simply "No" with a picture of a very nice looking orchid. I have started looking up information on flowers too, but I also haven't been putting too much time into it because living or dead, women need to understand that I am NOT that fond of a good mystery.

So from here on out if you encounter anyone like me that has no problem admitting that they talk to ghosts, see black helicopters, swear that we are talking to people telepathically on the other side of the globe, have completely theorized the death of everyone under the age of 60 to being some sort of conspiracy, or even believe that we see the future, then it is ok to call us KOOKS, because it is a badge of honor actually. Some of the weird ass shit that my family members can do with whatever gifts they had been given by whomever actually can be far scarier than my own, but do me a favor, if you are a fellow KOOK, then can you drop me a MySpace message or an E-Mail so that maybe I can pick your brain too on a lot of the "Missy Habits" that have me baffled, perhaps a think tank of other KOOKS could help me out with some of the things that seem rather weird even to a KOOK that talks to ghosts ;8o)

We unfortunately have a new dilemma on our hands out here in the upper right corner of America, that needs to be addressed rationally, and I am afraid that it isn’t going to be anytime soon. You get used to be surrounded by total shitheads when you are this close to Boston Massachusetts, but I have to admit that even I am shocked by the whole Kevin Weeks media blitz that is being forced on me these days. For those of you who don’t know who Kevin Weeks is, then you happen to be pretty lucky actually, for his ilk is one of the very things that make this part of the country pathetic to say the least. He was actually a very insignificant man despite being a member of the notorious Winter Hill gang, and now thanks to the wonderful media that we have here is finally famous. I’m going to get a few things off of my chest here and I could give a rats ass what anyone thinks about it.

This piece of crap has a book coming out, and 60 minutes of course did a piece on it, and interviewed the loser, so that the world could know what a treasured gift it is to finally get inside the mind of one of the Winter Hill gang, but the problem with that theory is the big two issues at hand as well. The first being that Kevin Weeks is a total liar, and the second being that even by Child Molesting Irish Mafia standards he was simply the scared little boy who dug the graves for the actual killers. Now that he has been allowed to live his cushy little life in the wonderful Non Death Row Prison system for a while, it’s time for him to stretch his wings and pretend that he was a “somebody”. Again even by Child Molesting Irish Mafia standards he was simply afraid that he would be killed if he didn’t just keep burying the bodies. Thanks to 60 minutes and all of the other pitifully inept media in this country he is allowed to sell books and make money.

A little background for you all {and if you really want to know about these scumbags, I would suggest picking up a copy of “The Brothers Bulger” by Howie Carr, which I have not read as it just came out, but trust me, he IS the expert on these pieces of shit} so that you know what we are talking about here. James “Whitey” Bulger was treated like Robin Hood around here for a long time. He would kill people or ruin their political careers so that his brother Billy Bulger could stay in political power and Billy would keep Jimmy in business. Now as the head of the Winter Hill gang he was working with the feds to take down the Italian Mafia in Boston, so the people of Southie treated him like he was the hero of their area. During this time, he was still raping teenage girls at will, and threatening to kill their parents should they say anything, killing, robbing, etc etc etc. This scumbag even went as far as to find lottery winners and force them to be “Co-Winners” with him, in case anybody ever knew the REAL reason to keep winning the lottery under wraps until you have a bodyguard and an attorney. When that fucktard, Zip Connelly {the FBI agent who was in charge of Whitey, despite the fact that later his connection to the Bulger family became really famous, for he actually idolized them} finally went to get him, because he couldn’t protect Whitey from the truth any longer, he had up and disappeared. Like most people I hope that the Italians got ahold of him and sent him walking across a really deep river in cement overshoes, but to this day Whitey is still missing.

So now here comes the man who went in front of a court and said that all he did was dig graves, because he was so afraid that he would be next, Kevin Weeks. We can’t kill the bastard like we should have anyway, so we let him sit in prison and think up “stories” for his book, and every single media company in this area are giving him free adverting, even if the person interviewing him thinks that they are “beating him up” it’s gonna sell books. I couldn’t take listening to it this morning, even the Sports Station had him on, so that the local morning radio guy {this is THE most listened to morning drive show in Boston mind you} could verbally beat him up. Big fucking deal, because that appearance was another thousand books, and the wonderfully enlightened state of Massachusetts doesn’t have any “Son Of Sam” Laws, which means that this man that should have been burned to death after having his nuts chopped off, will get the profits of his evil deeds. Well actually I should say that he will get the profits of other peoples evil deeds that he is now pretending that he did. It’s a two sided ax actually, because I can’t stand giving an audience to a criminal who should have gotten the death penalty {in my mind regardless of whether he actually did the killing and the raping for he was always in a position to help end it} but worse than that, for us as a society to take the over glamorizing this Child Molesting Irish Mob reject writes and accept it as worthy of reading and advertising. I may go out and steal copies of the book, just so that the fuckers involved with it lose money. In Boston does that make me the new Robin Hood? ;8o)

I walked into Pink Mafia headquarters today with absolutely no expectations, because even a brave crime fighter knows when to just lay low and wait out the storm. Yes boys & girls it is I, Superdaddyman, the defender of the evils’s, Pervader of the fair maidens of Megalopolis, and the last line of defense that the world has against the dreaded Pink Mafia! The bumper music that the nice young liberal on the talk radio circuit used this morning was beyond the usual cunning and insidious, it was downright intoxicating, as he wisely used the very music that Superdaddyman uses to torture the evils’s on long rides in the Superdaddymobile, but as you know boys & girls, when walking into work it becomes a hypnotic game of cat & mouse that only a keen mind like that of the Superdaddyman can overcome! “I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them fall away .. mildewed and smoldering, fundamental differing, .. pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion .. disintegrating as it goes testing our communication .. the light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so .. we cannot see to reach an end crippling our communicatioooon.” And now, like the music from Tool, I was totally caught in a schism.

Throughout this mêlée of at least decent music going through my head I was forced to go into hiding of sorts as the injury police have been hot on my heels for weeks now trying to catch your favorite super hero doing a time honored workplace tradition known as “fucking off” so that they can start the long and enduring write-up process to be done with their most vehement enemy, Superdaddyman, and get back to committing evil atrocities on everyone without, the watchful eyes of the caped Pervader! This plan was going along swimmingly for quite some time until Superdaddyman let his guard down and was caught in a most awkward position {buying food at the lunch truck} and thus summoned up to King George’s office to await further instruction. Two things could come of this, and neither is very good. Superdaddyman could be forced to be a very unwilling marriage councilor, and have to listen to King George explain for the 9 MILLIONTH time about how his wife’s menopause is too much for him to handle, and how and why he has to lay down the law, or it could be further jobs added to the Superdaddyman work load. Oh crap it was both.

After the usual 45 minutes of listening to how he moved his wife in with her mother, but is allowing her to come over and cook dinner for him {what a guy!} he then brought forth his demands and then held out his ring for the Superdaddyman to kiss it. Didn’t seem like much really, as he wanted your favorite superhero to go out and clean the back lot, which either he or that pathetic Jeremy Crow has done on numerous occasions. Of course even the keen mind of Superdaddyman forgot to factor in that it has been several months since he has done it, and apparently he was THE LAST person to do it.

To give all of you out there in blog land a good idea of what he is talking about there are these dumpsters out back, where scrap plastic and boxes, and any other sort of materials are placed until the Waste Management people come to pick it all up. Some of it from time to time blows out and into this field behind it. Never was a big deal when Ii was cleaning it up once a week. After 3 months of it not being cleaned {because this company is full of the laziest fuckers on Earth} there was a quarter mile of trash all strewn out in this entire field. To paint the picture even better, the reason that it was critical for Superdaddyman to go out there and deal with this, was because an airplane that had flown over this dump, reported it to the State and the EPA came in and ordered it cleaned. Does that give you an idea of how bad it is?

The task at hand is going to take over two months, so I guess that is at least job security and this being the first day of spring it might help to get a little color on the Superdaddyman as well, so I went back inside and got up some old scrap iron rod and the welding torch {muahahahahahaha} and created one of those old fashioned paper pokers that the custodians in the Tom & Jerry cartoons use. Superdaddyman found it a wonderful opportunity of course to weld a few “other” things together as they had left him alone with the Arc, but we won’t get into that today. We’ll need to save that for another volume, as I have to get back to working the field of absolutely no dreams ;8o)

Well, you’ll have to forgive my feigned amusement for a moment as I have been reading up on the newest brain child of Russ Feingold of Wisconsin. For those of you that think the name sounds familiar, he was the democrat that co-signed the campaign finance reform bill with John McCain. Well aside from actually getting the “Incumbent Politician Protection Act” passed {another way of looking at campaign finance reform} he really hasn’t had a very esteemed career in Washington, and arguably it was John McCain’s name that got that one through to begin with, but his newest creation is a rather pathetic attempt to appease his base and it has totally ostracized the rest of the Democratic party, and for people like myself who find that to be amusing I must thank him for a few things right now.

First of all, let’s just get it out in the open what he actually did, and that was to walk into the senate, and propose a bill that none of his colleagues on the left even knew about. The basis of this bill was to Censure the president for invading Iraq, and for the so called “illegal wire tapping of American citizens” and then he excused himself from the Senate floor and left before anyone could question him on it. The members of his own party were totally shocked, and more over helpless to defend his actions. When the Senate was excused for the day, every Democrat in Washington made a run for it and I am not exaggerating. If you saw footage of it on C-Span it looked like the last of the old Vietnam Democracy fleeing Hanoi City, and it was probably less pretty, as major newspapers were even taking shots at the senators that refused comment. The Washington Post {a very left leaning newspaper} even made jokes as they said “And for the first time ever Chuck Schumer had absolutely nothing to say,” which if you follow politics at all, the most dangerous place on Earth is between Chucky and a television camera. Hillary Clinton desperately tried to make up excuses for not being able to comment as she tried to make it to an elevator but then ended up hiding behind people as she got tied up waiting for it.

Red meat Bush haters are probably wondering why this is such a terrifying thing to these Senators, because most of them thing “Well Good he needs to be punished,” but unfortunately that IS the difference between people like you and I and Senators of the United States. We can hate, and lob bullshit at everyone without impunity. We can read newspapers that are desperately trying to change our opinions about everything by bending the truth slightly, and we can wholeheartedly believe it if we want to, but Senators can not. What they do in that chamber seems foolish to us, and might pretty much lead to nothing more than spending our money, but it also gets documented as law, with every name that signs it, or is sitting there to discuss it. It becomes a historical event, and the truth behind what he did was that he tried to pass a bill to Censure a man for doing things that were and as of now are perfectly legal. Regardless of what these Senators say in front of television cameras they are being recorded for history in there, and not one of them would dare be on record supporting a bill to Censure a president for doing his job, and that totally proved it.

Funnier still, is to look back historically to the 1830s which was the last time this happened. The President was Andrew Jackson {A popular general from the war of 1812, who presided over the slaughter known as the Battle of New Orleans which was the last time the British ever tried to invade American soil, the casualty count was about 5000 British to less than 2 dozen Americans} and the heinous thing that he had done was pull all of the Governments money out of private banks, and create the Federal Treasury. He wasn’t a very good politician and when he got into the White House it was after ALL the men were given the right to vote and not just the property owners, so everyone from the forests and the mountains came out to vote for him. He then ended up changing the name of the party from Democratic Republicans to just Democratic. His own party treated him like an idiot and the other major party at the time spent all of their time talking about how he couldn’t be the brains of anything and was simply the figurehead of a shadow government {sound familiar} and basically blundered his way through 1 bad policy decision after another while he was in office. He was the president that finally ordered the slaughter of the Native Americans for example, based on the belief that it was “them” or “us”.

I can honestly say that it was one bad decision after another, and we are still paying the price for a lot of his idiocy today, but at the same time it was actually breaking the rules of his job and created the first good sized depression in this country that only the Civil War could drag us out of. Unlike the President today who makes a lot of Dumbass moves but like Andrew Jackson means well, and is despised purely for his birth name. The difference between then and now is that GW, whether you like it or not has been perfectly within the law to do the things that were listed in that Censure bill, and that is why the party acts even more terrified than most people think they should, because it should still be noted that it was the Whig party that had pushed for and finally received the Censure of Andrew Jackson. It was the only time in history that it happened, and the valuable lessons that were learned from that carried on for nearly two centuries for one reason alone, and I happen to be very grateful that Russ Feingold doesn’t study his history as well as most of his colleagues. That reason is simply that there was no Whig party after it was brought out into the sunlight what kind of back biting Red Meat voters they really were. Now as I am watching the very core of the Democratic party desperately attacking Russ Feingold so that they can hold onto what they have, it is all starting to look like “Well we said that, but we didn’t actually mean it” and if I get my wish it will force a lot of them to have to stay in hiding for a while. I don’t actually hope they wither on the vine like the Whig party though, because as totally devious and corrupt as the Democratic party actually is, they amuse me more than anyone could ever know. ;8o)

Now I happened to talk to Lori yesterday so I know that she was in her town on that day but she did make up a very lame excuse about cleaning a bird cage to take off in a hurry. I am a bit concerned that she might be out celebrating St Patrick’s Day the way she did the 6 or 7, 39^th birthdays before the last one when she had opted out of amateur status, but she is a big girl, so I will wait for the update today. Now for those of you, who do not know what Boston tends to look like on St Patrick’s Day, let me explain it to you? It pretty much looks like South Boston every other day actually, just a hell of a lot more of it. Now let me give you the finer details of that.

You see Boston gives all of the schools the day off. The story that they try to tell everyone is that it is for all of the Irish who have taken residence in the political structure in Massachusetts {translation … all the Crony’s and Criminals} and it is true that there are a lot of famous Irish people who have sucked at the public nipple in Massachusetts since they all either left the criminal world or co-occupied it {see Kennedy or Bulger} but it actually is a much simpler reason. YOU CAN NOT LET YOUR KIDS OUT OF THE HOUSE on St Patrick’s Day in Boston. What you see is a huge extension of South Boston as all of the Irish and wanna be Irish take to the streets to be drunk and fight, as it is an acceptable day to do so, as apposed to the other days when they have to sit in the Southie bars and wait for their kids to steal something off of someone’s car and lead them into the bars to be throttled and mugged. It’s a prototypical right of passage into the Southie culture that was made famous by Jimmy “Whitey” Bulger and actually goes back to wonderful prohibition days when the Kennedy’s actually made their fortune.

I’m sure there are a lot of people who are a little distressed by what I have laid out here but it is about time that people start getting honest about a few things. Tomorrow will be the FIRST St Patrick’s Day Parade in Boston that the police have been told to arrest people for the open container laws. This is to inspire people to bring their children to the St. Patrick’s Day parade which is common knowledge that you DON’T DO! I will bet you money that there will be more violence than has been seen in Boston in over 2 centuries tomorrow if any of those officers even have the stones to try to enforce that law. I doubt it anyway as they will be too busy breaking up the usual fist fights every 20 or 30 feet all down the parade route. If not arresting someone for trying to jack off a Police Horse on a dare {happened a couple of years ago} or having to actually stop the parade for a brawl in the middle of the street.

Now for the casual spectator who likes to watch it on television {many countries televise this event as it is quite hillarious as long as you aren’t there} the side amusement is to watch the Gay people who are out and about everywhere being totally insane. I don’t for the life of me know why, but for anyone who thinks I hate Irish people, you really have to see how much Gay people hate Irish people. Every year the furiously radical Gay rights organizations protest the parade and try to get floats in it. After they are refused they get {pardon the pun} totally fruity about it all and roam the streets intermingled with sloshy drunk Irish people and almost as sloshy drunk wanna be Irish people stirring up problems. It always leads to a bunch of them getting the hell kicked out of them and then crying to the state about hate crimes. I have a lot of Gay friends {the ones that aren’t stupid enough to hang out in Boston on St. Patrick’s day thank you very much} and even they agree with me that it is like hanging out in a middle eastern country with a star of David painted on my shirt yelling “Islam Sucks!” as I walk down the street, so I tend to not feel sorry for them and actually watch the genuinely farcical display of 21^st century “Lions Vs. Christians” as it happens.

Well now that I have given you a decent example of what it is like to be Irish in the area that good Queen LoLo lives in, I think it is more important than ever for us all to stand and give her a round of applause on her 9^th or 10^th , 39^th birthday, and give her far greater praise for that which she must overcome to be the wonderful woman that we all adore! I hope that all of her 39^th birthdays from here on out are even better than this one that I truly hope is your best one yet, and who knows I might even get out there one of these days to give you the laptop that I got you for your birthday so that you can stop pretending that your computer is too screwed up to talk to us! Well as soon as I get my Christmas and birthday presents ... Ya Dork!!

Well I decided that I am going to have to get with the times now that I post blogs in several locations, it makes me syndicated in a way and it's only a matter of time before the FCC catches up with me and expects me to bow down to dedicating a portion of my writing space to PSAs {Public Service Announcements} so I figured I would beat them to the punch. I also want to take this opportunity to tell you all about my new charitable organization {since I hope to be rich & famous pretty soon here I am going to need one of those as well} which will be dedicated to spreading the word on serious health issues that face the world community. I'll even be really fair about it {in the eyes of government} and immediately give over my only prime piece of writing real estate this week towards it all, and that being my MySpace blog page.

I first need to make a catchy name for it that sits on the tip of everyone's tongue and easily spreads the word about the important issues that my organization is facing on a daily basis. It didn't take me very long to come up with Realistic Organization For Legitimizing Many American Ordeals {or ROFLMAO} and I am hoping that the acronym ROFLMAO can catch on, but I will do my best to get the word out. Just remember everyone, when you see ROFLMAO it pretty much sums up the important social and health issues that MY organization will be tackling on a daily basis, and should of course be moved to the forefront of any water cooler discussions that you partake in at the workplace, the school or the gym. I want to be taken every bit as seriously as the nightly news and your local newspaper.

Now to show that we here at ROFLMAO are seriously going to take on the really important issues, fearlessly and without any wavering on our intent to stamp out the ills of people today, we {yes we damnit} are going after the greatest threat of our time since small pox, and that would be the bird flu. This issue is so scary that it has taken up the very fabric of our newscasts and has actually taken away valuable time from bashing political figures and talking about what Ben Affleck happens to be up to on a daily basis and to rectify this problem we need only educate the good people of this wonderful planet to how to avoid bird flu! So after doing extensive research and spending a great deal of our personal wealth {I bought an Ice Coffee before I wrote this} to get to the meat of the issue, we are now prepared to release this PSA telling you as easily as we possibly can how to be 99.9% safe from getting the bird flu, and we here at ROFLMAO only hope and pray that you all can understand this clearly and succinctly and keep you and your family safe from this deadly, cunning, and insidious disease. Thank you and enjoy the first ROFLMAO PSA … In pre-release script format, for all of you ...

Bird Flue Prevention PSA {ROFLMAO} special edit v.4 r.17 ..
The scene cues in on a young attractive mother sitting at the kitchen table ... cue song "Bird Flu Prevention" .... action start ...
"When little Jimmy was lying there in his hospital bed, breathing his last breaths, I was distraught. I thought I had been a good mother, but who knew that letting little Jimmy play with bird feces was a bad thing? Sure he would walk around all day scraping bird dung off of everything we walked by and roll it around in his fingers for hours on end, but doesn't everyone?"

Cue dumbass mom to start crying now ...
"I Never realized that simply playing around with bird feces and then doing the normal children things like picking your nose and wiping bird dung into your eyes was a bad thing, but when James came home to tell me that he too had bird flu from chopping up and snorting bird crap, I realized that I should have been educated to this. All we needed was someone to tell us that not handling, wearing, or ingesting bird crap would keep us 99.9% safe from getting the dreaded bird flu and then they might be alive today. Where is the Bush administration to tell us how to keep our kids or husbands away from bird fecal material? How can they expect us to know not to do this on our own? Do they hate us white people that much?"

Cue into the toothless farmer ...
"I've been raising chickens now for going on 24 years and my father did it for 40 before that, and I never realized that I was putting the world in danger by not properly training my chickens to not defecate. While many millions of your tax dollars are hard at work teaching chickens to stop defecating, we'll need you to help us stop the spread of this awful killer known as Bird Flu. Sure I realize that we have all come to love playing with, snorting, eating, and throwing bird feces around, but it's now time for us all to do our part to not do that anymore,"

Farmer turns and looks at other camera ...
"Only you can stop the spread of bird flu, by doing your part to avoid bird poo!"

Que out while music volume increases ....
"Bird shit bird shit bird shit .. I won't snort you today .. Bird shit bird shit bird shit .. With bird shit I won't play .. Bird shit bird shit bird shit .. It's not to eat we say .. Bird shit bird shit bird shit .. Until Bird shitting goes away!"

This has been a public service announcement of ROFLMAO, and is not intended to be taken seriously, unless you really want to, and then be our guest. No animals were hurt in the creation of this PSA, but several people died while making it as it is far to difficult to keep people from playing with, ingesting, or snorting bird shit. We are trying after all!

This is going to be a hard blog to write actually as I have to admit that I am going to be very critical of one of my greatest benefactors on the internet, and that is Google. I'm rather furious at thier greedy behavior and water chumming for all of the people who don't pay attention in the United States and all over the world. No amount of explanations are going to explain away what I think is blatant lying and people herding and as a matter of fact I can honestly proclaim that Google is now a co-conspirator in human rights abuses. While nobody pays attention, they have totally justified and supported the easy distribution of kiddy porn while everyone applauds them. Now technically to be fair, Google isn't actually participating in the kiddy porn trafficking, but they do encourage it through the entire legal process that they are going through with the Federal Government over whether they are going to hand over “sensitive” data to the Feds. Those of you applauding Google for this decision might actually want to get your facts strait before you find yourself on the sick end of a very bad cover up.

In reality the ONLY statistic that the federal government is looking for is how many times certain words that are related to kiddy porn are actually searched. They don't want the names, no IP addresses, they simply asked {originally} for the numbers. Google happens to be horribly full of shit on this one and I can't defend them at all despite the Feds going overboard and then demanding those numbers, when what they should have done was just launch a smear campaign of their own. They could have sent statements to the Washington Post and the New York Times saying “We wanted the statistical numbers of how many people use Google to look for Kiddy Porn, but they consider that to be too embarrassing to them. I suppose that they must be a very large gateway to that illegal lifestyle and we here in Washington are rather upset that they feel the need to distribute these sorts of materials to everyone,” and as the world goes mental over that statement {being only half true but not completely false} they could have then let the people of the country DEMAND that they go get these things from Google!

Here’s the placement of Google’s bullshit you see, because if an organization that Google favors came along with a check and said, “Yanno, we would like to pay you to see how many people put in the word 'cars'” then your “privacy” will be violated 10 ways to Sunday, and not only will Google give them that erroneous number ... say 1.3 million for instance, but for a few dollars more they will make sure that YOUR link will be fed to everyone first when they search for the word 'cars'. They seem to think that if you are searching for an Isuzu, that you are not entitled to the info prioritized to the way you want it, but if the federal government simply asks “Can we get a number on how many people looked up “Sex with 10 year olds” then it is a free speech violation and NOT to be trifled with. That's total shit and we all know it. Wait until the next presidential election and Google will be out there showing their cock every time a poll is out, and they will get one of their people out there to tell you which of the candidates names was entered most and every little demographic that they can pull from it too.

It's easy for Google to get away with these things too because a good deal of the population has been propagandized to believe that anything this “government” does is to violate the rights of everyone, and fail to mention the interesting facts like what happened yesterday as this “evil government” using the information that it has been collecting on the “Kiddy Porn Disease” that is infesting the internet and collaborated with the Australian government to actually take down the largest Kiddy Porn ring in the history of the internet. I am not going to over glamorize it here because I don't want people looking for these pieces of scum from here, but these disgusting creatures were actually showing streaming video of babies as young as 18 months being raped. In the end other search engines actually went TO the Feds and said that this needs to be taken care of, and thank God it was. Feel free to look it up yourself. I’m sure Google has that in it’s database.

The final straw in this whole privacy argument that Google is trying to hammer home to the masses of those that don't pay attention is what they also did a few weeks ago, when they signed thier blockbuster agreement with The Peoples Republic of China. Now here is a good government in the eyes of Google. Google likes them so much that they are going to block searches from the really rotten words in China, like “Freedom” “Tiananmen Square” and “Liberty” and by agreement will give the Chinese government a list of the people who use these terms so that they can be dealt with by the Chinese. In other words, for a dollar, your friends at Google will block you from finding information, hand you over to people that will interrogate you, possibly torture you, and most likely kill you for simply putting in “Tiananmen Square!” The difference here is actually which government will put up with more than the other one, and has nothing to do with freedom of speech and in my opinion has to do with assisting global oppression, not only to the people of China who live in slavery while Google feeds off of them {I call it as I see it} but for the babies who will be raped and tortured and perhaps live a good 60 years of nightmares from what Google actually considers “Free Speech” ;8o)

Assorted Mental Notes … In full disclosure I must tell you that Blogger, who actually serves my blogs through my site is a Google company, and the ads that are scattered throughout all of my pages are Google Adsense ads, so you can call me a traitor as well I suppose as I think about it. I actually held back on this for a couple of weeks out of fear of reprisal, but I was rather proud of the Feds and the Aussie equivalents for making such a huge score, and I figured I owed the info in my head, but they are all about free speech after all so I should be fine right? It’s hard to find anything that isn’t based on someone being hurt and stick to my moral guns. I am a total capitalist yet I have not owned a pair of Nikes in almost 12 years since I found out about their slave trading in Indonesia, so that Michael Jordan can get his 10 million a year, amongst other things, but as I said it is getting almost impossible to quietly protest it all as there are almost no good companies left. … JC~

In all of my dealings with ghosts over the years I had formulated a pretty opinionated set of core beliefs as to how they behave or what basic mannerisms, and abilities ghosts have. I thought I was pretty dead on from any encounters that I have had, but it appears now that what I thought I knew is a little skew