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June 26th a great travesty was committed to the citizens of the United States of America. The senate has voted to make the next 30 hours filibuster proof so that they can discuss and then vote on Illegal Immigration reform. No matter what you hear the bill is amnesty for anyone that was in this country illegally before January 1^st of this year and will give an immediate Visa to anyone that comes forward with the promise of the Federal Government to do a 24 hour background check on them. This like everything else in the bill is a lie to you, and a gimme to the people that have never respected the laws of America simply by trespassing.

At this very moment it takes over 3 months for documented citizens of the United States to get a Passport under the best of circumstances, and worse then that most people it takes longer because they don’t have the people to do it. It takes over a year for retired CIA agents to get gun licenses because of the background check when they were official government officers with guns before that, and for the lies they have told us, they can’t find these people now. When they say that in 24 hours they can background check someone who has already spent years hiding their identity it is an out and out lie. They are lying to all of us, just like they lied about the wall that they ARE NOT going to put up, and just like in 1986 when most of the same senators who wrote this bill told us that they were going to stop illegal immigration and that AMNESTY would never happen again.

The American people are all saying the same thing, Secure the borders NOW and then come and talk to us about the rest, and they are NOT going to do that because they NEVER want the borders secure. They just want you to become a minority in your own country so that America will just become part of the larger American Union where the dictators of Mexico will have as much power over you as anyone that you elect.

If you look on these lists you will find a few similarities between the people voting for this bill and the people who voted for campaign finance reform. It’s a very telling comparison that the same people who want talk radio closed, and think that I should only be allowed to spend 2000$ to get them unelected, now don’t seem to care that over 80% of the American people are DEAD SET AGAINST this bill. They are going to do it anyway because the 20,000,000 new uneducated, unskilled people that will keep everyone on the lower end in this country impoverished {by making sure that minimum wage is the ONLY} will simply outnumber the rest of us and our measly 2000$ of free speech!

June 7^th 2007 {The First Vote}

Grouped By Vote Position

June 26^th 2007 {The Second Vote After The Bribes and Arm Breaking}

Grouped By Vote Position

Last but not least, hear me now when I tell you that everyone better start respecting the constitution that the schools have been butchering for ever. The government is out of control and most people sit back and say, “Well my Senator and Representative are ok,” and you all better remember the first two amendments really well. We have the right to free speech, and to peaceably assemble, and we have the right to bear arms against an oppressive and tyrannical government. These things were not written back when we were all worried about Gangstah Rap, and whether we could go out hunting ducks. They were written during a time when the government would shut you down for speaking what they didn’t want others to hear, and there was a war for freedom from that going on. Looks like they aren’t listening anymore to me, and they are going to replace us all quicker than we can stop them.

If your senator is on that list then I suggest that you call them every day and remind them that you are angry and you are telling everyone that you are angry. I have been doing that to my senator on the top part of the list {Judd Gregg} and I am not alone. His phones have been practically broken because NOBODY likes this and again, they don’t care. Let’s find out Thursday if we stand a chance, but keep in mind it could be too late by the time that election rolls around in a year and a half so make damn sure they know you are VERY angry, If your senator is on the second Nay list then at least call their office once and tell them that you want to thank them for representing YOU … JC

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So begins another week into the life of everyone’s favorite super villain turned super hero, the Caped Pervader, Sacred Guardian of the Evils’s, sworn enemy of Mophaka Al Queholic, the one, the only, yes, the Superdaddyman! It should have been a rather easy week of undercover work deep within the evil halls of the Pink Mafia Headquarters {PMHQ} and for that very reason he walked right into the PMHQ on this Monday with a head full of steam to get all of his work done quickly and spend the rest of the day flirting with Natasha, on the Superdaddycommunicator {powered by Nextel} in exile. It was when he received a different communiqué on that very communicator that his entire world had changed for the worse! Apparently his counterpart on the west end of Megalopolis had gone down in a freak accident {old age mixed with heavy objects equals an ouchie in the back region} and the call for the Superdaddyman was on.

What makes this so special is that only the Superdaddyman can do the death defying fork truck stunts that are required for duties on the west end PMHQ facility and because of that he has to be sent over there to work alone. Had it not been for the fact that the horrible injury had taken down the only other person who could do these death defying fork truck stunts, then the Superdaddyman wouldn’t have been even noticed by the Pink Mafia hierarchy and this was not a good thing. Stealthily the Superdaddyman is able to do what is necessary to take down the Pink Mafia in PMHQ East and now he is stranded in PMHQ West. All alone with the mold and the dust and the other things that make it very … um … yucky!

In the short run it was a very rotten exchange of responsibilities though as all of the set up time was gone and the day was to be an extremely busy one over there. The Superdaddyman showed up at PMHQ West with 3 trucks already waiting to be loaded and late, with none of the orders waiting on the floor which meant 45,000 lbs of asphalt needing to be found and then loaded onto trucks that are quite impatient. The other 10 trucks that showed up throughout the day were spread out perfectly to ensure that the Superdaddyman would have absolutely no time to fart. It was ok as he hadn’t brought a lunch with him because he didn’t know he would be trapped in the middle of nowhere with no way of getting at food for 11 hours anyway, so that time consumption was not there. The day did fly by because he was in as we say in the business “the shits!”

Of course through all of the hurrying around the Superdaddyman did take time however to test out the various “safety equipment” throughout the facility, like every good super hero should. Take the seat belt on the Fork Truck for example when the brakes gave out and he hit the wall. It worked perfectly as he had trouble breathing for about an hour. The steel cage above his head worked perfectly too when he was driving around a triple stack of year old product that finally got sold and the pallet on the top broke toppling 1500 lbs of rolls down on top of his head as well. Fortunately he didn’t have to find out about the absorbency of his underwear during that one, but here’s looking towards tomorrow anyway. You never know when the mold all over the walls will finally form that creature to go over to Japan and take on Godzilla, or how hungry it will be at its birth.

Now what excruciatingly busy day would be complete without that stray truck driver that really is in no hurry to get anywhere? The one that graced the Superdaddyman came about three quarters of the way through the day and was driving a 96 inch wide by 48 foot long decked flatbed which means in the shipping industry that you have to “chimney block” the load so that it will fit on properly. There is a certain way to load everything so that it balances properly on the truck and the Superdaddyman does not deviate from this no matter how much the truck driver’s whine. They know their truck but the Superdaddyman knows the load, and the two are completely different things. In this instance the Superdaddyman loaded the bed to the specifications of the load and then discovered that there was an extra 5 feet open at the end of the bed. This signifies that this driver didn’t even know his truck because it obviously was a 53 foot bed, and then he came over right after to alert the Superdaddyman that it was too heavy in the front and had to be unloaded and reloaded, but still was arguing that it was a 48 foot bed. An hour of Superdaddyman’s life that he will never get back and three trips on the back of a flatbed with his wheels sitting on the rails doesn’t make him smile either! The 3 trucks that were waiting as he finished this redo weren’t exactly patient despite the fact that they were all late, and one of them was called off and was only there to argue about it.

By the time the Superdaddyman was finally finished loading the last truck it was almost an hour past the 2 hours extra that he had sprung on him that morning and he wasn’t exactly chipper! All the rolls that had fallen on top of the truck still laid in their pile as it was easier to move the aisle over then to move the rolls from the floor and that was how busy it was, and today they were waiting for the Superdaddyman when he appeared at the same location, because it may be his new home. Some of them were still on the floor when he lest today actually as it is a “do it when you can” proposition. He has it on good authority that the person who got hurt was actually supposed to have his drug test the day before, and that might hinder his return. Superdaddyman found a way to make it up to the beautiful Natasha for being incapable of plotting evil with her on Monday {by plotting evil with her today of course} and one would think that all is right with the world. Of course there is always tomorrow ;8o)

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Jeremy’s Northeastern Kitchen Sink Chili …

Disclaimer … This Chili, is extremely healthy for you and is very customizable, but don’t blame me for how it comes out the other end. It WILL be the best Chili you ever ate though, I promise! The recipe comes from many years of grabbing whatever leftovers were in the fridge and dumping them in a pot to get rid of them … LOL …

5 Cans of Whole Beans {You can change these at will … I usually use Pink Kidney, Red Kidney, Black, B&M Baked, and Black Eyed Peas … use your imagination, it just makes it prettier}

2 Cans Refried Beans {These are used to thicken the chili up}

1 Can Whole Kernel Corn

2 Large Containers {24 ounce} Chunky Salsa {The brand does not matter, I actually find the Shaw’s brand works best, use whatever heat you like}

4 Packets of Taco Seasoning

1 Large Jar of Spaghetti Sauce {Doesn’t matter really, but I prefer Barilla with Olives}

1 Can {or Jar} of Sliced Black Olives

1 Can {or Jar} of Sliced Green Olives

1 Large Can Stewed Tomatoes

2 Pounds Meat {Now this chili works fine without meat, and I have used Beef (cubed or ground}, Sausage, Poultry {sliced or ground}, and even Fish or Assorted other Seafoods, use your imagination}

Now I use a big Wok when I originally sauté everything, but it is of course ok to simply simmer it all in a big pot {and I mean a REALLY big pot … we have Lobster steamers of course … LOL} …

If you are using meat, then you have to sauté the meat until it is well cooked, or depending on how you like it … it will of course cook more as the chili is boiling … If not using meat, and/or are offended that most normal people eat meat, then please disregard this entry and proceed …

Cook the beans {including the juice} until they are quite warm, add the corn, and taco seasoning, {drain the corn or use that juice too I have done both} … Now add the Salsa and continue stirring it up …

Add the spaghetti sauce and the olives at this point, {keeping in mind that it is best to drain the olives, but I have done it with that juice too - lazy ass yanno!} … Crush up the stewed tomatoes in your fingers as you drop them in and bring the concoction to a boil … When it is good and hot let it simmer for a bit {usually a half hour is all it needs to mingle flavors} …

Now you add the refried beans and whatever other seasonings you feel it needs {Texas Pete hot sauce will give it a nice bitter flavor as well} … Once it is thickened up, let it simmer for about another half hour …

Here’s the kitchen sink part … I have added leftover meatloaf, fried chicken, spaghetti and meatballs, or just about ANYTHING in the fridge that my family has {as usual} snubbed “finishing off” … so it is quite a saver of the sacred budget in Singledaddyland!

NOW! This Chili is made to scoop out with your favorite chips as apposed to eat with a spoon, and there is a ton of it. If you aren’t hosting a party or bringing it to a pot luck {and trust me, this chili gets me invited to EVERY party, whether I know the people or not ~and it’s attractive too~ … LOL} then it is a great week of stuff to draw off of … when it gets down to about a half gallon we usually cook up a ton of Macaroni and turn the rest into the best Chili Mac you ever had and live off of it for another week!!

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It is another bright sunny day over the city of Megalopolis as everyone’s favorite super villain turned super hero, Superdaddyman is on vacation actually and instead he sent his alter ego Boris to the Pink Mafia Headquarters {PMHQ} to replace him in his daily activities. Now despite Boris’s never ending quest {with the help of his beautiful Natasha} to catch Moose and Squirrel he does from time to time take the opportunity to do other evil acts throughout Megalopolis. The issue at hand is that the song that has flooded his head for several days, “You know I never .. I never seen you look so good .. You never act the way you should .. But I like it .. And I know you like it too .. The way that I want you .. I gotta have you .. Oh yes, I do” which was initially an attachment to an evil communiqué between he and the beautiful Natasha was originally a joke, and now has backfired badly. For those of you that are not in the know, the band Poison IS the international symbol for “completely gay” above all others.

Now this is said out of experience as Superdaddyman {who is on vacation and not affiliated with this in any way shape or form and does not endorse bands like Poison at all boys and girls} has compiled the data that walking around singing, Motley Crue, Warrant, Europe, and even Quiet Riot will allow you to maintain your manhood after the proper methadone is applied, but Poison on the other hand may be unrecoverable. “You know I never .. I never ever stay out late .. You know that I can hardly wait .. Just to see you .. And I know you cannot wait .. Wait to see me too .. I gotta touch you” blares sheer agony through poor Boris’s head no matter what he does. By opening up his trusty copy of “What Would Superdaddyman Do” {WWSD} he started searching tirelessly for some sort of relief from “Talk Dirty to Me” {which by the way is also the gayest of the gay songs that the gayest of the gay bands does} before he is forced to tear out his own brain and stomp on it.

Now as Boris is walking around grappling with what Superdaddyman would do in this circumstance {which he isn’t because Superdaddyman is far to cool to be walking around with that damn song in his head!} the first page of chapter 3 {How to Apply Musical Methadone} clearly states, “Before making a proper attempt to eradicate said Musical Diarrhea from your head be sure to explore all avenues of torturing those around you with it. Don’t always think of having songs lodged in your head as a tragedy as sometimes it may be an opportunity! See Chapter 4 {Mental Masturbation}” which made the little smirk on Boris’s face grow wider and more curled upward. Natasha loves Boris’s diabolical evil mind after all and Boris happens to love Boris’s diabolical evil mind too! “First apply the song while changing the lyrics in ways to force them into other people’s heads, and then increase the volume until people verbally abuse you. Then raise it some more!” which had Boris nodding his evil little head. “Cause baby we’ll be ... At the drive-in ... In the old mans ford ... Behind the bushes ... Till I’m screamin’ for more ... Down the basement ... Lock the cellar door ... And baby ... Talk dirty to me!”

Boris calmly started doing the rounds that the Superdaddyman would usually do {because he isn’t here, how many times do I have to explain that to you, this is Boris!} and started singing his own tune, “

You know I call you ... I call you on the telephone ... Im only hoping that you want my bone ... Cuz I'm a Homo ... When you spread that butt for me ... And let me smack them cheeks!” but the usual glint of enthusiasm that the Superdaddyman {who is on VACATION!} would usually get from spreading musical joy around just didn’t seem to be there. Quite the opposite really as Boris {not Superdaddyman!} was starting to get some really strange looks from everyone. Boris cautiously started singing a bit louder as he walked around the PMHQ “CC put down that guitar and give a blow job to me!” Oh boy that went over like a lead blimp, and Boris was starting to see how difficult it is to spread Mental Masturbation around when you are a rank amateur. This would never happen to the Superdaddyman but as you all should know by now, he is on vacation!

Boris found himself starting to enter that realm where others in the PMHQ were making sure not to bend over to pick things up around him, and giving him a very wide berth whenever he walked by, “Cause baby we’ll be ... At the drive-in ... In the old mans ford ... Behind the bushes ... Till I’m screamin’ for more ... Down the basement ... Lock the cellar door ... And baby ... Talk dirty to me!” still tragically stuck in his simple little mind, thumbing through the WWSD to chapter 4, and sending communiqué to Natasha about infiltrators.

“Mental Masturbation is easily achieved by simply getting the source of your audible hell stuck in the heads of those around you. The easiest way to do this is to change the words around so that it is amusing at first to others until you have pounded it so far into their heads that they are toast,” Boris continues reading until he gets to this part, “This does NOT work for anything by the band Poison and any time you try to attempt it you are officially Gay and have proven it to all around you. See chapter 5 {Playing Up The Gay Angle To Creep Out Those Around You}” … Curses Foiled Again! Broken and battered Boris didn’t have it in him to play up the Gay angle {and besides walking up behind guys who’s nickname is “Moose” and pretending to hump them when they bend over just doesn’t seem like a good idea right now} so he starts thumbing through to chapter 6 “Operation Change The Subject!” … Where the hell is that Paco Taco guy when you need someone to humiliate anyway? ;8o)

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Let me try to explain to anyone reading this how governmental emotional hostage taking occurs, since we have had to deal with a 24/7 news cycle dedicated to the three soldiers that were taken hostage in Iraq, and to date only one body was found. Of the other two soldiers that were taken causing the news media to use it as a constant reminder that war is bad, one Army Spc. Alex Jimenez was from about 30 minutes away from me in a small Massachusetts city known as Lawrence. Lawrence might actually stick out in your mind because it is the “Car Theft” capitol of the world and has been talked about on 60 minutes and many other news shows, so the name often rings a bell. Unfortunately we found out this week that his wife Yaderlin Hiraldo is an illegal alien from the Dominican Republic.

Here’s where it gets a bit vexing to me since I like to think with my own mind and not the news collective {We are News … You will be assimilated} on issues that tug on the conservative heart strings because it is usually a set up. I heard the talk show host this morning on the radio talking about what a tragedy that it is that she has had to go into hiding because INS is looking for her {which we are getting hourly updates on it … kill me please} and finally the great war hero himself John Forbes Kerry has decided to write a letter to INS personally telling them to leave her alone. I’ll leave that for now and tell you all personally that the second I heard about all of this my mind immediately started deciphering it like a bullshit detector that is fed up with the media in general. Unfortunately it also includes the talking heads that used to give me comfort throughout the day too.

Let me start by being a wise ass and see if you can catch on to my thought process, but when I first heard all of this my mind said the next few lines. “You mean to tell me that in a country with around 20 million illegal aliens, Michael Chertoff has finally found one and it just happens to be the wife of a missing soldier over in Iraq?” That first bit wasn’t even really that tongue in cheek as the Bush administration has proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that being an illegal alien in this country means that you are safe from just about everything. I then followed it up by thinking, “In a city that at least one third of the population are illegal aliens?” which for the record has an awful lot to do with the lawlessness that grips the “Car theft capitol of the world” after all, and then finally, “Now John Kerry is coming to her rescue?” Which coincidentally doesn’t mean a pile of crap because he wants ALL illegal aliens given legal status, so this is merely his way of saying “1 down 19,999,999 to go!” What a real shocker!

This whole thing was nothing more than a total ploy from your friends in the White House, in coordination with your friends in Congress trying to twist our arms behind our backs to get us to start reevaluating the whole “Undocumented Worker Debate” that is dominating Washington right now. For those of you that agree with me that it is a bad thing to even be talking about it without secure borders, let me just run off the newest facts on the whole thing. First and foremost as of last week the Presidents approval numbers were 25% of the American people. That’s hardly a mandate to even be allowed to choose your own meal from the big kids menu at Denny’s but for those of you laughing about GW the official numbers for the DEMOCRATIC controlled Congress are 11%. Can I just say that I never thought that the country’s approval of government in general could ever be hovering around 10% and then throw out these numbers. On the “Illegal Alien Amnesty” plan that they are going to pass no matter what we think, the numbers are George W Bush 9% approval and for those Democrats snickering, the Congress is at 3% {and no that is not a typo … 3 … Three … THREE!} and again I remind you that they are going to do it with a 97% disapproval rating.

Here’s the problem as you start to see news stories like this come along that are made to force sympathy out of you for illegal aliens, and that would be the slim majority of the United States Congress that are holding on by a thread to keep this from going through. Despite the whole demonization of the idiot Republicans that have been in Washington far too long and know who really pays their salaries {John McCain, Trent Lott and some other Bozo’s that it should have been no surprise what they think of your free speech anyway before now} it has been a majority of the Republicans, and the Blue Dog Democrats that ran Conservative campaigns against big government republicans in the last election that have towed the line to block the whole thing. You better be scared though because stories like the one that is being rammed down our throats out here DO sway people who are simple minded in their thinking and that will probably raise that 3% approval rating to maybe even over 5% and in Washington they seem to think that is a majority.

There is nothing good that will come out of allowing 20 million law breakers from the moment they arrived here simply become legal, period! There is no excuse for any of them to be allowed to stay, but there is even LESS of an opportunity to argue these points with any rational American while the liars in Washington are allowed to dictate the terms. We did this in the 60’s with promises that the flood of illegal immigration would stop, thus allowing 2 million of them to stay. We did it again in the 80’s with the promises that the flood of them would stop, thus allowing 6 million to stay, and now we are looking at 20 million of them drooling over what we have, and not even willing to assimilate into our society. They won’t speak English, they won’t respect our laws, they won’t stop sucking at the public nipple, and Washington won’t even stop them from still flooding in. They won’t even really promise to stop it this time and Edward Kennedy is the writer of this bill as he was the last two. If you don’t succeed the first time keep trying, some would say but the problem with anyone that still believes him is that HE DID SUCCEED in what he wanted to do, and he thinks he is going to again.

Now the serious news that is going on in the near future for those of you that don’t follow these things is that the President of the United States, The Prime Minister of Canada, and the President of Mexico are all sitting down again real soon here in Quebec to hammer out the American Union talks that they have been working on all along. Most people don’t take this seriously but it’s coming, and NAFTA and the FTAA were just the beginning. You need to think of it this way because most people don’t think of it at all, but if a Socialist Country {meaning Canada}, a Representative Republic {meaning the USA} and a Corrupt Dictatorship {meaning Mexico} all get together and decide to have no borders whatsoever, who do you think is really going to be in charge of the whole thing? In conclusion I want to thank Army Spc. Alex Jimenez for giving your life to this country, but your wife needs to be deported along with the other 19,999,999 illegal aliens in this country and when they come back to suck at the public nipple I hope they are met with a wall, armed soldiers and perhaps a shallow grave if that isn’t a big enough hint to stay out. This crap isn’t funny anymore and I am willing to be the bad person to say “No Mas” ;8o)

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Well I figure it’s about time that I thank the New York Times for a change, and I realize that just my saying that probably has many people afraid but realistically it isn’t very often when they actually do break some news and not make news they want you the loyal citizen to be indoctrinated into. Don’t get me wrong, it was all an accident and they are going to have to start back pedaling when people like me start pointing out how one of their more recent “dumb ass” 24/7 news reverberations might actually explain something that I have been trying to tell everyone for years. Of course I am talking about the pet food scare that became the front page of the New York Times for what seemed like 75 years and just went to show where their priorities really are, but also reminds me to point out to you how this has to do with filling up your gas tank.

This is actually a big issue now whether anyone knows it or not since the Iowa Caucus is fast approaching, and all of the candidates for president have to run out to Iowa and start promising your money to all of the people in Iowa. Anyone who thinks that New Hampshire shouldn’t have the first primary really should be paying greater attention to Iowa because their first actual electoral votes are a lot more important than New Hampshire’s and now it also requires you to promise third world nation status for the United States every time that you go there too. John McCain to his credit refused to even run in Iowa the last time and is threatening to do the same thing this time around, and despite my lack of support for him this happens to be one of those times that he does look like a genius. He has always apposed “Ethanol Subsidies” and the last time he stumped in Iowa he told them that strait up, and you can’t win Iowa unless you are totally on board with that destructive practice.

A lot of people don’t truly understand how Ethanol subsidies work, but it basically works like this. If you grow corn the government will give you money to have it turned into Ethanol and then that Ethanol will be turned into a gasoline additive and in a lot of cases a gasoline replacement. Despite the fact that it isn’t oil it is far more environmentally destructive, if you buy that line of crap for many reasons. First off it makes the gasoline that you have mixed with it less fuel efficient, thus requiring more of it to get from point A to point B, thus pumping more of that awful carbon dioxide {like when a cow farts or you open a can of soda} that is killing us all. Second it requires massive amounts of water to create thus depleting the reserves of water in the areas that it is being refined. Third it cannot be transported any other way other than big diesel burping trucks {unlike oil and gasoline that the bulk of is moved through pipelines} that also raises carbon emissions, and none of this is even the reason I am writing this so strap on your boredom goggles.

Now with the subsidies for corn being funded by you, the tax payer, there is more demand for the corn that goes into the ethanol, and in turn less corn for your kitchen table, that probably is a given to most people and rarely thought of anyway, but corn is more than the veggie of choice for those that hate spinach. Corn happens to be what feeds the chickens that make the eggs at the supermarket {looked at those prices lately} and the cows that put the milk in the bottles right next to them {at more than a gallon of gas last I looked} and quite frankly feed most of the animals that we eat. Score one for the PETA people I assume as those prices have very slowly been rising without much attention. This is only half of the issue though as now the guy who used to grow the soybeans for your extra fat free tofu shake has stopped growing soy because corn is the way to go. As a matter of fact all other agriculture has declined at an alarming rate as more and more farms are converting to corn and things like wheat are declining by almost 30 percent.

The big lie though is that we can ever sustain this way at all because if the entire state of Texas {which is a BIG place} was turned into one big corn field it would only produce enough corn to replace 10 percent of all gasoline used in this country. Ethanol is NOT fuel efficient in any way shape or form, and simply throwing money into it at the tax payer’s expense only does what government always does when it gets it nose stuck in business. It stifles any ideas that might actually help the situation. For anyone out there that might have that “Well at least it is a start” attitude I happen to have this simple little question for them, as the price of food is going up and our capacity to actually make it is diminishing, “Would you rather import your oil or import your food?” Please don’t jump to any conclusions on this one either because that is how we treat everything in this day and age, and to the detriment of society as a whole. Ask an Australian how they feel about large portions of their food being imported. You will hear some pretty amazing stories about rotten food, outrageous prices, and a country that is reeling to be able to solve the ills of not being able to break the supermarket monopolies that plague them. It’s the end results of socialist ideals that makes most of the one’s that I talk to joke about their own impending third world nation status.

This is where the New York Times comes in and I give them kudos for accidentally shedding some light on all of this {because the sun has to shine on a dogs ass someday} when they were ramming all of the “Fluffy got sick on poison cat food” malarkey down our throats, because that was the first wave of what is coming up really soon. All of the cat and dog food that was killing pets all across the country was using imported food that ended up being poisoned. It’s easy to simply sell tainted food when it is leaving your borders anyway. What is anyone standing at the vet with a dead cat going to do against the communist government of China when they find out that the food they sold them was poisoned? Oh yeah they will go cry at the door of Wal-Mart because for the most part they are too stupid to see the big picture in it all, and that is how our society is anyway. Just like crying to Exxon because they charge 3 dollars for a gallon of something that they had to extract from a battle zone bring it across the world, run it through a billion dollar refinery and then ship it {as amazingly dangerous as it is under pressure} to a place where you can pump it into your car. Ok fine, then ask yourself this then, “Who are you going to cry to when your 10 dollar head of lettuce kills your child?” I’m sure we’ll find someone to blame because it wasn’t anything we did or ignored ;8o)

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The Twins of Kane – Exodus 2.7

Now I can’t really stress enough to any of you what it actually feels like to have people just disappear in front of you. Desensitized to horrific things or not by Hollywood and good special effects, when it happens to you in real life you just leave feeling of powerlessness. I understand that to most people it will be reserved to the movies and I will admit that the whole scenario is growing rather more intimidating to me regardless of my acceptance of it. There really is nothing right now that would make me feel any better but I am starting to believe with every passing moment that there are about a million things that can make me feel worse and that list grows by the minute. “Anna, Anna!” came over the phone hanging limply from my arm at my side as the last moments events rather took precedent.

“I’m here Mary, I got rather busy there for a moment and then I spaced out a bit,” my mind started reaching for the right words to avoid having to explain to much like I always do, “I’m sorry that I didn’t get back to you …”

“But you were sitting there with a seven foot tall freak that looked amazingly similar to me?” Mary cut me off in reply, and I was now at a loss for words to say the least, “I heard my voice arguing with your friend the Devil there and assumed that the other one probably wasn’t me,” she said with about as fake of a laugh as I had ever heard in my life. I was rather curious as to what she knew as she appears to know about Lou’s great secret and must have come to that conclusion before I had.

“Since you seem to know a bit more about this than anyone other than me do you mind telling me how you drew your conclusions?” because in all reality I could use any help I could get at this state of the game.

“Lucifer was easy actually because anyone that has kept up on the ancient writings, which I guess would be about a half dozen of us with no life, he was the most beautiful angel,” she paused for a moment to collect her thoughts, “The intoxicating abilities that he had were all too obvious as soon as I could snap out of it. The big freak that showed up around the same time he did was just a good guess,” and again with the fake laugh.

“The other one is named Darius, and he is an angel created by Lucifer. I don’t know why but he has to deal with him here on Earth because of some laws and rules that omnipotent beings go through,” and as the words were leaving my mouth I actually could feel myself regretting it but at the same time I was desperate to relieve what little pieces of all of this that I carry alone.

“You do realize that the end of the world is coming, and your friends there are just two of the horsemen of the apocalypse?” Mary then said over the phone to me in a very grave and sullen voice. I think under different circumstances I might have made a joke about the whole thing. I might have wondered who the other two horsemen were and how in the name of God they could compare to these two. I mean realistically they are THE BIG TWO. “I have a feeling that God himself …”

“Herself,” I found myself interrupting out of new habits of enlightenment.

“Ok, herself has got to be one of the other two wherever she may be in all of this,” she trailed off to a long pause which gave me the opportunity to let my mind wander over everything that I thought I knew about the horsemen of the apocalypse and other garbage that I managed to sleep through in church. I figured rather than add to the confusion that I rather remembered it as being a certain set of ills, but Mary does seem to be looking at it as a great battle sort of scenario with different sides making up half of each, “I guess it could be quite possible that you are the fourth, as it seems to be shaping up as the men against the women and all.”

I was pretty sure looking back on it that I was really not ready to have the conversation that Mary wanted to have over the phone. I was not very up on all of my biblical death scenarios, and I also was not really keen on the whole concept of sharing what I know with anyone either as I have figured out that I don’t know who I know anymore either. I couldn’t leave her out of the loop either because quite frankly she appears to be all I have anyway to brainstorm or even admit that I am hanging out with the Devil in a quest to chase down a demon, for lack of a better word as I haven’t really been happy with calling Darius an angel. “To be honest with you Mary I don’t quite know what is going on and I am as in the dark as anyone about all of this. I just happen to be the one that they hang around I guess, but I will try to keep you up to date on what is going on if I can,” I finally replied just to see where it would lead us.

“You could always see what that piece of paper was that is on the floor, I bet it has an answer of some sort,” and with that I looked down to see that the parchment had been left behind and had fallen open. Curiosity was not my friend either as I realized that somehow that must be pretty important, and not a great idea for me to touch it anyway since it was the entire rave to get me to do so. I did walk over and stand over it for a moment to see if I could see the writing that was obviously on the other side. The ink that was used to write on it bled through in little dots that looked like stars here and there and the speckles of the old materials used to make the paper like material were quite grainy too.

Looking back on it all I feel rather unintelligent as I had actually gotten down on my knees to start to reach for it and then stopped suddenly as a wash of “what the hell are you doing?” came crashing into the vacant areas of my mind that seem to be growing as fast as I seem to be putting knowledge of how the universe works into it. I pulled the phone from my ear and looked at it as if I were able to see the person on the other end of the phone, who was being pinned to a refrigerator by me an hour ago, or seemingly so and now is on the other end of the phone and realistically should have no knowledge that there is a piece of parchment on my floor as I hadn’t said the word boo about it. “The parchment is written in an old language Mary and I can’t understand it,” I lied blatantly to see what the result would be.

“You need to pick it up Anna, or else you won’t be able to read it at all,” Mary said over the phone in a way that made me feel as if she was playing me back, or worse yet could actually see what I was doing. The parchment was there a mere two feet from me, overturned and my mind was wondering if I should turn it over with something, and see what it at least looks like on the other side, but then Mary started talking again, “You know that … CLICK” and the phone went dead.

I turned my head so suddenly to see that nothing was standing between me and the phone but the long cord that went back to it. I was actually quite paralyzed as I stared back at it and it was the sound of the dial tone that startled me and had me drop the phone that started recoiling towards the wall as I fell over and yes you guessed it, landed on the parchment. My littlest finger on my right hand was resting right on top of it and my body immediately started trembling. After about a minute of my body rattling I realized that it was just the fear of whatever I thought would happen when I touched it. “Enough of the sixth grade drama,” I clearly remember saying out loud as I picked up the parchment and opened it.

The note inside was written in English and was quite short and clear as it read, “Trust no one, and never lose me.” Which was puzzling but not half as puzzling as the feel of branches on my back which startled me to say the least, but at least I learned not to move to quickly. I was crouched in a very thick bush of privet hedge like the ones that grow out front of my house but not the same ones because these were dense and unkempt. The sun above me revealed that it was no longer night time as well and what I was doing in these bushes and what I should be doing next are totally lost on myself at the moment. The parchment was still in my hand and I could feel tears welling up just behind my eyes, because I was scared. Looking down the note read, “I’m scared too, but we will be ok.” … To be continued

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As far as Father’s Days go, I have had much worse actually because yesterday all of my family must have forgotten that it was actually Father’s Day. That would be what made the most sense realistically because since I have had custody of my kids not one of my family members around here have been able to forgo coming over here and eating all of my food. What was even more astounding was that I actually got to pick what I wanted to eat, and was so stunned by this that I drew a blank as to what I wanted. In the end I chose a Spinach Salad with Veggie Bacon on it, and almost got that even. Around here that is a huge triumph and now has me terrified that they are all up to something. The usual Father’s Day tradition of having to spend large quantities of money on what the kids want to eat and then at the last minute having several family members come along to co-opt the whole event and simply brand my Father’s Day {meaning I paid for it so my kids would be happy, aka typical Father’s Day right?} their own as well didn’t transpire.

I think it has more to do with the Fire Breathing Dragon that I have recently become with most of my family these days and especially as it pertains to money, and when I say I have been abrasive we are talking “sandpaper through a newborn’s asshole” with a little more grist. I went as far as to not register my Minivan this year partially because I couldn’t afford it, but mostly because it is a registration, gas filling, motor fixing, tire replacing, black hole of my money that everyone else seems to drive except me! This might have also been a big part of it as well since I wasn’t exactly hospitable at all times to my house guests over the last week either but if there is one thing that I have less of than money it is time, and it was a total waste of both. In the end GTIT finally gave me the money to register the Minivan because she needed it, and it won’t be inspected until someone other than me fixes the windshield too.

That’s the new me around here as I have finally been bled dry and I don’t have the ability to care about it all. It actually plays into the old me that is just counting the days {4087} until the youngest one can get her “Golden Footprint” on her ass at the front door. I have since revised that strategy since the whole reconstruction of the house to incorporate GTIT and Husband of GTIT into it to say “I get the Golden Footprint” and they can all try to find me. The little one can stay with them for all I care. Regardless of if I ever make it out of the state of New Hampshire it will be 4087 days until I no longer live at the Casa Di Evils’s and if the Winnebego that is parked in the side yard {assuming that I still get a parking space after it is all said and done} should be the big clue that I mean business.

Now along those lines there needs to be sustainable goals to be reached towards that whole Exodus that I plan to have on August 25, 2018 {God Kill me it looks so much worse written out like that} and that is the hard part on my end but should keep the rest of them confused. You see sustainable goals are not a customary practice around here unless they are somehow sucking the very life from me like a dog going after the marrow in a bone. I have started working on the exit strategy by raising my 401k a bit {so that the leaches don’t see that they aren’t getting my whole salary … aka Ugh Me Thinks Saving IS Scary} and leave the passive aggressive hints that I am not planning for things past that date. Sure it has lead to me losing total control of what goes on around here but it also is a relief to not be standing at the Roman borders as the Huns are coming either.

We still have all of the “Well this is going to happen” and “I am looking forward to” mentalities here and I would have to write a book that looks something like the Tax Code to actually list all of the broken promises that have been handed out by everyone involved here and most of them have lead to the very situation I find myself in right now anyway. I treat everyone here like they live in Disney World {yeah I know while I write A-Team parodies about a bunch of friends on the Internet … Eat Me!} and they treat me like the Troll under the bridge. It’s good to see that we finally have a symbiotic relationship that makes sense at least on this end. I think the last straw was when I finally realized this week that GTIY is now simply getting the money to help out from my father before I can even ask, thus eliminating the middle man, but also making it so that I as always will be the only one here that is in poverty. What’s worse is that I really have fallen into the simple belief that I don’t give a crap anymore anyway. 4087 days!

Well back to the point of yesterday where I got a God awfully bright orange colored shirt, {that has kinda grown on me as I wore it today} ink jet cartridges for my printer, {so I could use them all printing up pictures of stuff to be named later} the weirdest looking wall clock I have ever seen, {which still had the 1$ tag on it from Wal-Mart which definitely gets an A+ from me for frugality as it was a bargain} some home made cards, {which came out really cool} and an iceberg lettuce and cucumber salad {that gave me the trots like mad} but most importantly NO COMPANY! By contrast this day was about 40 dollars cheaper on me than my birthday and well over 100 dollars cheaper than last Father’s Day or the birthday prior, and for that I should be grateful. The fact that the ringing in my ears from the kids screaming all night and refusing to get away from me because it was Father’s Day and the trots being over are what make today even better ;8o)

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Low and behold our brave young {cough sniffle cough} super hero finds himself on a bit of a travel day, as he is off to meet with one of his greatest allies in the war against the diabolical Yahoo {pronounced ya – howl} none other than the than the mysterious Agent Spike Q. This was to be a rather painless road trip as the Caped Pervader would simply take the paths of least resistance {Interstate 95} to the city of Portland and rendezvous with one of his most treasured Capos in the Internet wars at their usual super secret {Denny’s} meeting point and shop would be talked. Little did the Superdaddyman know that the powers that be at the Fortress of Yahoo International {FYI} would stoop to newer and greater levels to keep our two brave crime fighters from even meeting on this here day by stealing the Denny’s and replacing it with something called a Super Shop N Save!

Now needless to say it was less then one year ago when the Superdaddyman had had the last rendezvous with the notorious Agent Spike Q on the very same location so it was inconceivable that even the mega evil of FYI was capable of pulling off such a dastardly feat. Rather than admit that the entire location was being held hostage somewhere probably out in California the Superdaddyman found himself canvassing the entire city of Portland seeing if somehow the Denny’s had escaped and was in hiding in some other location. He probably should have looked inside of the Super Shop N Save thing that was there as it would have been quite conceivable that the Denny’s was simply hidden within it, but since he had determined that Yahoo had to be behind this he was not ready to walk into what could easily be one of their traps. The uncanny Agent Spike Q was nowhere in site and we can only hope that the Super Shop N Save creature didn’t actually get her, but just in case the Superdaddyman will light a candle on her behalf tonight.

While canvassing the streets of Portland {disguised expertly as an ex junkie that was using his expert acting abilities to simulate being lost} Superdaddyman was able to note that the city had change a lot over the last year as well. There were these big green things that had never been there before that people were calling trees, and fair maidens walking amongst them in things they called bikini tops that made an interesting tickle in the Superdaddypickle. What were we talking about again? Oh yeah so the bikini tops were above the cut off shorts and the … Huh? … Oh well he also started patrolling the highway to see if he had just missed it somewhere. Once it had been determined that the Denny’s indeed had been stolen all panic ensued as the Superdaddyman realized that he better get back to Megalopolis before the horrific plans that had come down from FYI did indeed take out the greatest super hero and the last line of defense for the entire human race!

With great cunning the Caped Pervader took to the back roads to make sure that the Superdaddymobile was not spotted from the air. This meant that a long drive down the alternate escape route {US RT 1} was to be plagued with many different obstacles that only great heroes like the Superdaddyman also could endure. Traps set up to create chaos like Water Parks, Mini Golf Courses, Amusement Parks, and beaches have evil creatures we shall call “Yummy Mummy’s” all scantily clad to divert the attention of the Superdaddyman as he tries to flee the crime scene. This is NOT conducive to heavily crowded driving conditions on a Saturday in the Summer, but for the good of mankind the Superdaddyman took great pride in cautiously getting from Portland to Megalopolis examining all of the scenery for analytical reasons.

Safely within the confines of Megalopolis where the diabolical Yahoo is incapable of taking down our favorite super villain turned super hero thus far, it was a quick stop at the local hang out {aka coffee shop} with a leisurely sit down to do some war planning {gawking at mini skirts} and figure out a way to save one of his most important partners in crime from whatever diabolical thing had happened to her in all of this. The fair maidens of Megalopolis of course showed their extreme gratitude to have their hero back inspecting their … um … the scenery and making sure that all was going well in Megalopolis, and trust the Superdaddyman it was! Upon finishing his cover … um … coffee the Superdaddyman had surmised that what he needed to do was go back to the Casa Di Evils’s and send out the search beacon {powered by Nextel} to try to find the elusive Agent Spike Q.

Superdaddyman of course decided that it was best to start chronicling the diabolical scheme of the fiendish FYI for posterity as nobody will ever believe it otherwise and was pretty much all of the way through it when the Superdaddyalert {go figure also powered by Nextel} started going off from the desk in front of him. The Superdaddyman noticed the secret code numbers right off and assumed that it was the kidnappers of his prized Capo Agent Spike Q with demands for her release. The Superdaddyman is going to miss her and all but he DOES NOT negotiate with terrorists as he has to be the guardian of the most diabolical lot of them all! The Terrorist Organization Known as the Evils’s {TOKE} can’t bring down the Superdaddyman, so he will be damned if a bunch of west coast thugs like Yahoo was going to even dent his armor. The voice at the other end of the communication device was that of Spike Q! This could only mean that she was being held at the barrel of a gun and being told what to say. As always the Superdaddyman will remain strong!

“Hey I waited for you at the Denny’s and was just worried that you had gotten into an accident,” came the voice from the other end of the communicator. It was an interesting ploy except for the Superdaddyman had seen it with his own two eyes that the Denny’s had been stolen and a Super Shop N Save had been put in it’s place. This ploy was not going to work whatsoever, but the Superdaddyman being keen in how to deal with these things encouraged his once trusted Capo to continue, “Well you needed to go to exit …” and that’s when the little light bulb went off over the Superdaddyman’s head, because for a moment there he started wondering if he was getting old and simply was in the wrong location. Fortunately through his superior abilities he realized what the truth must be. Those fiends at Yahoo had obviously hired someone to use Voodoo on the Superdaddyman to make him momentarily disoriented! It’s as plain as the nose on his … um … face … yeah face!

We rescheduled the meet for mid July as she will be back down here for operation “Mother In Law” so Superdaddyman will make sure that he comes prepared for what ever gets thrown at him then! He will use Ginko Billoba, Gensing, and something they call a Mapquest to make sure that Yahoo will not keep two of the only hopes for the human race from meeting up and talking about this shop thing that all the cool kids do! With that the Superdaddyman better call Agent Natasha Owly before Moose & Squirrel find out about Yahoo’s new research schemes ;8o)

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Look at this! I get to bash the state of Massachusetts for two days in a row, but it’s been a slow week, and at least I am willing to admit it. Today is June 14 and that was what was to be the proposed day for the constitutional convention to vote on the Gay Marriage amendment to the Massachusetts state constitution. The vote went down in a roll call fashion and the people will not be able to vote on the issue at all as the final tally was 151 to 45. 50 was the number that was needed to carry the initiative forward, and that is how it ends. I don’t particularly have a problem with this and the fact that I don’t live in that state means that I didn’t have a dog in the fight realistically, but what I did have a problem with was the way the people in favor of Gay Marriage treated everyone to get to this point.

Several arguments were brought up along the way about why they shouldn’t have even been allowed to take the vote to begin with, and the most compelling on the outside of it all was the fact that “You can’t create laws to infringe on a citizen’s civil rights,” which I will show as hogwash in a minute. The other issues were simply battered down to name calling and using lowest common denominator tactics so I won’t really even acknowledge them, but I will say that I have issues on both sides of the isle on this just to be fair. I happen to support Civil Unions because I believe that that is all the state has a right to give, and I support marriage in churches that don’t find issues with it. In other words when this moves on to the next phase where Gay couples are marching in front of Catholic Churches demanding that they have to marry them by law, I will be openly opposing it all because despite the common belief that separation of church and state only applies to religion entering public facilities, it actually applies to the state forcing a religion on someone. I happen to believe that Anti-Religion is every bit as feudalistic of a religion as any, and has become the forced religion of most state governments up north here.

My other serious issue with all of this is that I have no doubt in my mind that had the people been allowed to vote on Gay Marriage it would have been approved by the people of Massachusetts overwhelmingly. It would have made the 4 highly activist judges that forced their agenda on the people moot, because the people would have immediately said that it is ok in their eyes, and this opens a far bigger can of worms. What would the Gay Rights activists do if they had actual approval of the public at large? It sounds rather stupid actually but the concept of having a demon to slay is all that a lot of them have and they would be as equally unhappy not having the public at large to beat up as being a bunch of insecure, closed minded, bigots and homophobes, as the small minority of people that actually are have with them in general. This was really what was defeated at the hands of the Massachusetts legislature and for damn good reason as well because that is a large majority of their political beliefs in that state. “There are bad people out there and we will defend you from them. Look there’s the person I am running against and they are one of the bad people that hate you personally!”

If we were to go back to the whole statute that the people and their representatives aren’t allowed to legislate the civil rights of others then allow me to ask what this is doing in the United States Constitution “Amendment XIII Section 1. Neither slavery nor involuntary servitude, except as a punishment for crime whereof the party shall have been duly convicted, shall exist within the United States, or any place subject to their jurisdiction.” If I have been studying my Constitutional politics correctly that had to be put to a Constitutional Convention which would have had to have a popular vote of the American people in general thus making the United States the only country on the planet that outright abolished slavery by law as set forth to the people of the country. How about this one? “Amendment XV Section 1. The right of citizens of the United States to vote shall not be denied or abridged by the United States or by any state on account of race, color, or previous condition of servitude.” We need to keep in mind that not only were these amendments ratified but they could have easily NOT been ratified thus making it a refusal of civil rights?

The problem in general is that ALL Civil Rights are given to the people by the legislature and you actually don’t HAVE a Civil Right until it has been proclaimed a Civil Right by Law anyway. Judges are NOT allowed to right law, only the legislature is. That is the LAW in every state constitution and the federal one as well. I wonder how the country would look if this hadn’t gone to a Constitutional Convention, “Amendment XIX The right of citizens of the United States to vote shall not be denied or abridged by the United States or by any state on account of sex.” Or possibly this one, “Amendment XXVI Section 1. The right of citizens of the United States, who are 18 years of age or older, to vote, shall not be denied or abridged by the United States or any state on account of age.” Realistically I have had enough of people stealing rights by force and by the activist judges that have been stock piled throughout the court systems throughout the country, but I am even more fed up with people that don’t have the common decency to have faith in the people of the state or the country in which they live in. I happen to be a right wing whacko, and I have been in the forefront for civil unions for Gay couples for most of my adult life, but it is maneuvers like this one in Massachusetts that makes damn sure that being a conservative brands me a homophobe by the uninformed no matter what I do. Thanks again you cowards ;8o)

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My brain hurts but I am still trying to find the time to simply derive what I was hearing this morning as my favorite radio talk show was explaining the newest hysterical ideals of the Boston City Council. Now for those of you outside of New England {aka the real world} I should probably preface to you that Boston is the capitol of The People’s Republic of Massachusetts and through typical suburban logic aids in inflicting people like Edward Kennedy and John Kerry on the country at large. If that isn’t a wonderful example of the logic of the city then please allow me to explain the new dilemma that the city council faces to you. It appears that there is a new predator roaming the streets and raising quite a calamity for any and all of the good people of Boston, and through superior voting skills you are lucky enough to have the people necessary to deal with it. This most heinous of evil creatures that requires a full stop of city business so that he can be dealt with is none other than, The Ice Cream Man!

Yes boys and girls, no longer shall we muck up the city business with such things as a steadily climbing homicide rates and endless construction as they seem to still not understand that raising the city would have been easier than building highways under it. We all of course know that everyone is just drinking pure clean water out of the Charles River and the city is after all losing it’s oldest companies like Gillette and Fidelity, but The Ice Cream Man will no longer be left to patrol the streets till the God awful hour of seven or eight pm blaring that sickening music any more! Thank God for the progress that the city has made. I actually couldn’t believe that I was hearing a debate on an actually day in the Boston City Council chambers dedicated to dealing with the nuisance of the Ice Cream Man’s music coming from the trucks, but what was worse was that I was rather looking at it as improperly as they were on the radio too.

Keep in mind also that this is the same city council that doesn’t want the state police helicopters flying over the city to try to roust the criminals that are out there killing each other at least 1 out of every 4 nights of the year either because of the noise as well, so it shouldn’t have been that much of a stretch, but the carousel music that the guys on the radio were playing isn’t exactly what the people in Boston are listening to either. On this situation they may actually be correct because little do people in the real world know the music that is blaring out of the huge speakers on top of the Ice Cream Trucks is Gangsta Rap complete with swears, derogatory slurs about women, and extreme violence. If you have ever been at a stop light and the car next to you is making your car rattle just sitting next to it, then you know what this is actually about except in this case it is coming from a Good Humor Truck!

This form of derivation from what we all seem to remember as children creates clouds of what people seem to understand because we think to ourselves that it isn’t summer without the sweet sounds of the Ice Cream Man and the screaming of kids chasing the truck. We don’t seem to gather that the very reasoning behind the law that they are trying to put in place though unfortunately would be unconstitutional purely based on the way it is being dealt out. The people that the good people of Boston elect to public office are every bit as polarizing as the donkey’s that their party is affiliated with and they have to micromanage something as simple as a “noise ordinance” so that it becomes a public scene and something for ridicule unfortunately. That same hideous music that is being blared out of the Ice Cream Truck is being blared twice as hard from the drug dealer sitting in his Lexus on the corner as well, but I assume that he must be a core demographic in their voting base. The motorcycles that go blaring through the streets are equally as bad, but that would fall probably under the same auspices as the “Big Dig” that has made Boston the loudest and most unfriendly driving in the country. This makes it so that you are left picking on the Ice Cream Man in the eyes of everyone that doesn’t pay attention as apparently they don’t have a strong enough union affiliation or something.

I wasn’t actually listening to a dummy this morning either because the man who hosts the radio show by the name of Tom Finneran was the Speaker of the Massachusetts House of Representatives not too long ago. I happen to like him a lot but even he didn’t quite comprehend the real issues at hand which are simply that the City Council is incapable of simply creating noise codes based on decibels because the city is out of control on its own. He also didn’t grasp that the music on these things isn’t exactly from the Bozo’s Big Top sound track anymore and when it was finally being brought up that there are things louder than the Ice Cream Man that segment of the show was pretty much over anyway. I happen to blame it on another issue that almost nobody listening to that show would have ever thought of because they are life long residents of New England and probably don’t know how the rest of the world operates either, and that would be the lack of courtesy that can only be found in New England as well.

The simple way to explain this is by pointing to when I was a boy living in New York City in the summer. This isn’t the post Benito Giuliani New York City either so the city itself was still quite a dump, but the people there still had common courtesy for their neighbors at the very least. If the kid next door hit a baseball through a window the person would bring the baseball over and the parents would work out an arrangement to get the window fixed and talk about what a great hit it was. Anyplace east of the state of New York the police would have been notified, the kid would have been picked up and restraining orders would have been filed, and welcome to New England. The driver of the Ice Cream Truck blaring Gansta Rap would have been stopped by a few concerned parents on a street corner that were upset about the noise and the content and explained to the driver that it was not ok, and he would have changed the music and turned the volume down a bit. In Boston Massachusetts it becomes something to stop business at the City Council and the vote will be coming up soon, and welcome to New England ;8o)

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The question at hand is what is wrong with me I assume because I heard it enough but realistically the question should be what is wrong with CherryTAP? I realize my little stunt might appear to be way over the top but it was very important to prove a point here if not outright get what I want. What would that be a lot of people might wonder, but the answer to that is really simple because all I wanted was my account deleted as I said I was going to do. There is a simple process to this as it is spelled out in the rules where you simply go to your profile settings and click the link to delete your account like I did, but as always there are some rather harsh realities that a lot of people won’t acknowledge and that is that they will do whatever they want in the end.

Rather than having my account deleted I was shown one of the error screens that specifically said “Error: sorry, you must contact support@cherrytap.com to delete your account” so I went to the e-mail system that I have so adored on CherryTAP and simply asked exactly “The delete my account said I had to send a message here so I have .. I would like my account deleted please” which was pretty polite. I then was returned the message “in order to delete your account or your vic, please go to the profile page and in the left column hit delete this account or delete vic” which was typical so I tried it again and it said the same thing “Error: sorry, you must contact support@cherrytap.com to delete your account” and I replied to the e-mail again. The issue at hand here is that I have seen this before as they make “examples” of those that have infuriated the powers that be.

Since it is being bandied about that I am a liar because my account is still there {and quite frankly I think that the info that I am going to still be there against my will was given out freely} I decided to take it upon myself to do something about it because I happened to be in a very rare position to fight back. Yes a lot of people were caught in the cross fires of my fury but, I had considered that fact because it is easy enough to remove a skin. I decided that my skins that everyone is using are being served from my own server so I could change all of the graphics. I chose the two golden children of CherryTAP. One who gets anyone he wants deleted almost instantly and the other one who will whine like a baby until the people that he wants deleted get deleted, and then altered the skins to not only be derogatory to them but also quite clearly violate the TOS and be NSFW as well. By their own rules my page should be deleted but it isn’t going to be because they want me as an example. Now everyone has an example as they seem to ignore the NSFW rules by leaving me there and it all ends the second they delete my profile. Pretty simple actually and then all of the graphics that I changed around get deleted.

With that said, those are my skins, and I can do anything I wa