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As I sit in my solitary refuge known at the “smoke shack” at work I look down at the trash that accumulates throughout it and immediately think to myself that I work with a bunch of pathetic slobs. The smoke shack is one of the few places on the property that is not my responsibility to clean so needless to say, I don't, but I can't help notice the things that wind up laying around for weeks on end. Cigarette packs, Gatoraide bottles, cigarette butts, and most notably, lottery tickets cover the ground. My mind of course wanders to the hundreds of scratch tickets that are laying there and it gets me to thinking as I see the prices on them. Hardly any of them go for a dollar anymore, and the clump of 5 that went for 20 dollars each sitting there, not even torn apart and all losers really hit me.

That's a hundred dollars worth of scratch tickets that took someone about 5 minutes to scratch and then just thrown away like the money that went into them and I am amazed at the racket that the state has. The commercials say “It's just a dollar” and there was a time when I remember that they all were but like heroine dealers the state keeps making the stakes and the prizes greater. Hardly anyone plays the dollar ones anymore and this state actually just introduced the 30 dollar scratch ticket with much heralded fanfare from the slaves that will lose their souls to play them. The “States Rights” conservative in me wrestles with the lottery and gambling issues quite often as I believe that it is a person's right to do whatever they want but at the same time hate watching the state impose slavery upon the masses by getting them hooked on gambling. That's what it is too regardless of what anyone says, but it gets far worse now that every Indian Nation out there is fighting to get a casino, because the need for that thrill of gambling is inate in too many to fix.

In Massachusetts right now the Wompanoag Indian tribe is fighting to get a gambling casino built in Middleboro. As is usually the case, this is NOT their tribal land, but they researched where the best place for a casino would be within reach of their tribal land and bought property with the intent to build. The people of Middleboro are split as to whether they want a casino or not, but nobody has the correct facts as to what really happens when a casino moves in. Over the state borer in Connecticut people often point to the Fox Woods casino as the reason we all should have one, but nobody takes the time to see what Uncasville went through to have a glimmering casino in the middle of nowhere. First and foremost it is important to note that when the casino went up it wasn't the middle of nowhere, and secondly once the casino turned the area into the middle of nowhere, you were left with a big glittering casino surrounded by a sea of desolation and crime.

The casino itself will always have it's gaming revenue, and it will entice you with it's other services along the way too. The other services that it supposedly will bring {sports teams, restaurants, Broadway and Vegas style shows} are fleeting at best and nobody even acknowledges when they sneak out of town in the middle of the night. My state has benefited from casino treachery as we have accumulated the football, baseball, and hockey teams that Fox Woods had brought to Connecticut and just as quickly abandoned once they had all the zombies sitting at the slots. It turned Manchester into quite a bustling city for New Hampshire, but what did it do for Connecticut? Well that's simple you see as it got rid of all of those unnecessary things that had been in the area like the grocery store, the department store, the library, and anything else that didn't have to do with selling your possessions. After a while the pawn shops that had a real boon in the area folded up as well since people only sold and never bought. All the jobs in the area went away with all of the unnecessary services and it finally came down to working, eating, buying your cloths, and everything else at the casino {for ridiculous prices and low wages} or simply taking to the streets and stealing it from your neighbor. Those that had enough money to move did, and those that didn't have enough money to move are bitter and surrounding the joint, until the town takes their houses for not paying taxes. You know taxes? That would be the thing that the casino doesn't actually pay enough of to counteract the 7% valuation that the people there pay.

This all started with a one dollar scratch ticket if you ask me, and it is the rally cry of those that want casino's popping up all over the place. We had a governor here a few years back that had a huge budget crisis that needed to be filled for the entire 6 years that she was governor. It was a hard decision as to how you would fund education throughout the entire state evenly and it required a leader. She was able to come back to the people every year with her hat in hand and say, “I want gambling legalized,” and every year it was rejected by the house and senate. Never once did she put forth another plan but as I said the world is paved with gold through the use of gambling and some people don’t buy it. Apparently once you do then there is no other way, even if you are the governor of a state. The lottery is never going away because the Mafia would simply take it over again if the state didn’t do it but like most of the things that infuriate me about government slavery programs I would just like them to be honest about it to begin with. It isn’t just a dollar, and it never will be again. ;8o)

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Obsessive compulsive people such as myself are not limited to the wonderful examples of getting fat, or drinking themselves to oblivion and moreover can be rather disguised as other things all together. Now my raging case of “drinks until the safety of those around him” would be a glowing example of my issues, my lack of “drunk to the point of being scary” often lets people pretend that I am rather normal. There is a plus and a minus side to all of this and neither of those are very obvious either so I am going to give you an example of my new horribly addictive problem that is dominating my life, and the wonderful things that can come from it in the meantime. Not without a long winded accounting though because that is another issue I have.

I have been collecting MP3s now for some time leading back to my first wife and the “being locked in my office trying to avoid her nagging” years were coming to a close. MP3s were a very new thing in the late 80’s but they came in handy when you were hanging out in chat rooms {powered by pIRCh} and you wanted to send songs over your blazing fast 28.8k modems {and that’s the way it was and we LIKED IT!} to each other. Up until MP3s came along you had to send a crappy sounding 20meg WAV file which took approximately 4 days and interfered with downloading the thousands of dirty pictures we were grabbing from Usenet {shut up!} so when songs could be compressed into neat 4meg files we were excited to get them in less than 2 hours! Ok by today’s standards that is very pitiful and dinosaur like, but I had my first copy of Winamp {v0.8 Beta} and could keep my 5 or so MP3s on my 80meg hard drive. You see where I am going with this I am sure, but trust me when I say that my MP3 collection and I have been through hell together.

During my marriage with my second wife I had instinctively put all of my CDs on the computer and stored them so that they could be played over the 1mbit Ethernet on the computer in the bedroom. It came in handy as I had children by this time that were discovering how fun CDs were to either throw like Frisbees or dig things up in the backyard so thanks to technology I could burn a new shovel/coffee coaster/bath toy at blazing 4x speed {30 minutes} and by this time for about a dollar which was still better than the 10 dollars it cost to replace a CD. By the time that woman {affectionately referred to as the Bitch} had found my replacement {think she gave him the last 3 or 4 CDs I had} I didn’t have any of the CDs I had bought over the last 4 years anyway, but my MP3s were safely tucked away on my PC. You need to also understand that I had gone from Winamp to EasyCD to Musicmatch to DBPowerAMP in this amount of time as well so even though they all were compatible they were starting to get a bit different in their formatting.

During the EX3 years I had acquired several hundred more CDs, burned them all, moved up to a 120gig external hard drive with several hard drive changes between the 4gig I had when I met her, and two other computers. Needless to say when she left me, she took all of my CDs with her, but again my trusty MP3 collection came to my rescue, and I had endless folders full of CDs all organized really neat. I had learned to do the whole “downloading” CDs thing {mental note - when you download the copyrighted WMA files always burn them to a CD and re-rip them to your computer as MP3s so they can screw themselves and their stupid “share” blocking} and of course many gigs of … um … “accidentally acquired” CDs as well which I then needed to go out and get the two 350gig externals that I have now, because I have over 50,000 MP3s and over 4000 CDs and compilations {like the Rolling Stone 500 Greatest and every Billboard Top 100 for every year since 1970} and they are in about 30 different format of MP3s along with the fact that they have been moved from at least 20 hard drives, so they tend to be a bit “cluttered” to say the least, regardless of how neatly I left them in their own folders.

Here’s the obsession part if you thought the fact that I have over 50,000 MP3s was the obsession, well hell for an obsessive compulsive person like myself that is really tame, and here is where the fun comes in. As I was getting CDs from one of my sources I noticed that the folders had little pictures of the CDs in some of them called “Album Art” and I said to myself “Self? I want Album Art” for all of my CDs!” because after all I am a sick and suffering compulsive lunatic. The problem was that my copy of DBPowerAMP didn’t “do” any of that fancy shmancy stuff, so I started searching around to get a program that would. I found one called Fixtunes that promised me it would do all kinds of neato things like download the Album Art and fix all of the crappy coding in all of my MP3s. I then said to myself “Self? I want all the crappy coding fixed in my MP3s!” and away I went telling my girlfriend that I had found the second coming and was going to fix all of my crappy coding and get Album Art as God had intended me to! God of course being a very nasty woman with a very poor sense of humor, I found that Fixtunes wouldn’t even load right, so I spent many hours going through one bad review after another talking about how Fixtues sucked and was a rip off. I then said to myself “Self? We are going to have to go find a better program to fix our crappy coding and get Album Art!” and away I went because that is what obsessive compulsive people do.

Now mind you, my MP3 collection was perfectly fine until I started this little quest but now I needed the “Mother of all Clean and Organized MP3 Collections!” and nothing was going to sway me from that! Of course there were no other programs that promised to do what Fixtunes did {probably because they FUCKING CAN’T!} but I had to have it, so I gave in and downloaded iTunes because by all accounts it could do all of these things with a little more effort from what I had read. I was going to get my damn Album Art! I loaded iTunes so that it could install itself throughout my entire PC like Norton Antivirus just to load it up and see that like Norton Antivirus it just kept crashing! Oh hells bells I was going to get around that. I cross engineered everything so that it would finally load everything up and it started downloading my damn Album Art! Well about 5% of it before it refused to work anymore because I didn’t have the right tags in all of my MP3s! Well Fuck Them! I finally uninstalled that malevolent piece of crap and got pissy because I wanted my Album Art! I had only been dedicating all of my free time to it for a WEEK!

I finally had to do something that I never thought I would have to do {ok never thought I would have to do again as I went through this with WordPerfect, Netscape, and the Damn Amiga OS} but I finally went to the big evil people at Microsoft. Yes, after telling everyone what a piece of crap Media Player was for … um … ever I think actually, I finally loaded up all of my MP3s in Media Player and was excited when it found about 10 percent of my Album Art! Then that was it, damn. I started looking into it all and realizing that I had to reformat all of my MP3s so that they were encoded in a way that Media Player could go and grab the Art and spent another half a week recoding about 50% of my MP3s in a way that they could be grabbed and then here is the real obsession, but I can’t just let it go. I have been doing the other 20,000 MP3s one at a time so that I can have it all neat and tidy. It will take me another week I am sure but I can’t stop. Hell I am losing sleep over it and I probably need to start some other 12 step program for MP3oholics here! On the brighter side I am becoming an expert on MP3 encoding and getting a lot of tricks along the way {great more useless shit clogging up a wasted brain} and have even come across some old songs that are amusing me. That’s where this song comes into play. I remember Opus from when I was a kid. Amazing “One Hit Wonder” and I opened the file because I didn’t know who the heck it was until I heard it. I figured since it has been stuck in my head for the last 3 days it should be stuck in yours as well!! ;8o)

P.S. I will chronicle my MP3 experiences along the way. Might as well since I can’t get anything else done these days until it is done! UGH!

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It comes with great sadness that I must inform anyone reading this that I was far more right then I had intended to be a while back when I called most of the people of the United States idiots as it pertained to the Dubai Ports deal. As everyone ran around like a chicken with their heads cut off desperately trying to get that whole endeavor stopped, I casually tried to point out to as many people as I could that I thought it was a great idea, and started looking down on the President for not making a better case for it. In the end the deal fell through and the people of America went back to their usual tasks of playing Runescape, watching American Idol, talking about how government never does anything, and of course bashing America. Now of course as I have found out that I was more right then I had even known I should take the high road and let it all simply fly over everyone’s heads but then again I am a prick, so let me elaborate. You all wouldn’t expect any less of me now would you?

Initially when Dubai bought the rights to manage the American Ports I had found it rather odd that anyone cared at all realistically because all that you do when you run the ports is keep control of the inventory at the docks. It isn’t exactly terrorist haven to deal with all the shipping containers because they should be getting checked when they leave the Port Terminal anyway, but most of them are sealed when they get there and sealed when they leave. I should know, I’m in the business and if the seal on the container isn’t the same as the one on the documentation it doesn’t go anywhere, but I digress because all of that was moot anyway because those rights hadn’t been ours to sell. They belonged to a British Company who’s biggest investor was the Queen of England and the second biggest was the Bin Laden Family. Shows how smart everyone was before the deal, but again I shall carry on. The fact of the matter was that they were unable to make a profit with it so they sold it to Dubai and they happen to already own over half of the world’s ports. This includes most of the ones that actually SHIP the things to America, and had put the seal on the trailers that you aren’t allowed to tamper with when they get here.

Without going any further, I should point out that anyone who actually took the time to look up Dubai would have realized that they like their money, and have invested it very heavily into things other than oil. They are the experts on shipping by sea in the world, and countries like China, Russia, Venezuela, Mexico, and basically every country in the world that ships things rely on them to control the worlds shipping, and they are NOT going to allow that to be jeopardized by terrorism. It cuts into their bottom line quite a bit and that was really all I needed to know to begin with about the whole endeavor. Part of taking it all as seriously as they do, is in the knowing that it can all become someone else’s business just as quickly as it became theirs. With China now in control of a larger share of the world’s ports {including a lot of OURS for the geniuses that never paid attention} it is critical for Dubai to continue their excellence in the industry as it is no doubt that China has a lot of disposable income and no mercy since its people are slaves.

Then came the looming feeling that I had gotten {and many others agreed} that we were going to have a well respected Middle Eastern nation told that they were not allowed to compete in the American economy which is part of any and all good propaganda campaigns here and abroad. Middle Eastern Islamic Extremists in particular like to laud it over their own people’s heads that we just steal from everyone on earth, so it isn’t just reserved for the uneducated in America to think that. The big difference over there is that it is also considered a good thing to kill those that are different than you with impunity. I realize that most people don’t care what they think, but I want someone to tell me that the next time the ACLU is walking into court with a bunch of Imams who were arrested on a plane acting like terrorists. We all care very much what they all think of us but simply not where it counts.

What it all comes down to is the fact that we in this country have started thinking that we have a right to know absolutely everything, and be damned your fellow neighbor as long as you can smear those that you hate. We watch people in this country intentionally butcher the English language to make sure that their slander sticks {like all the “domestic spying” we whine about when the CIA listens to people talk on the phone overseas, get a dictionary if it still sounds reasonable} and we think it is just fine if the New York Times reports on top secret things, just because we have become so inbred that we believe everyone is out to get us especially the President. During World War 2 the BBC sent coded messages to the French during ALL of their radio broadcasts, and do you think that they would do that today? Not hardly. They would give any and all top secret information to the New York Times and then they would publish it on the front page so it didn’t surprise me when the White House finally declassified what was really going on with the whole Dubai Ports deal this week as it was all moot now anyway. I had never realized how right I was on the whole thing, and nobody who was against it will ever admit they were wrong, so I am having a bit of an “I Told You So” anyway.

Apparently Dubai had made a back room deal with the White House to let CIA agents be stationed at every Dubai Port. Not just the ones in America but all of the ones abroad as well. That means we would have had CIA agents {with the blessings of Dubai} at their ports in China, Russia, Indonesia, North Korea, Venezuela, Pakistan, and almost every Middle Eastern country. We would have had our CIA agents at every hub of every government that seeks to do us harm, and it all would have been a big secret, LIKE IT SHOULD BE! How safe do you all feel now? I know some people are reading this and saying to themselves that it is a good thing not to have the CIA scattered all over the place, and some people even believe that the CIA is only there to steal rights from them. To those people I simply say that I am sorry for you, but there is nothing that anyone can do to protect you from your own worst enemy, yourself ;8o)

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Well in another side of the rational universe Harry Reid decided to show his resolve by scheduling an “All Night” senate session geared towards setting a deadline for troop withdrawal from Iraq. Many people out there think that this is a great idea, some think it is a bad idea, but most see it as exactly what it is, and that would be a “Fund Raising” stunt. The thought that pulling “All Night” sessions to get important business done appears to be a great marketing strategy as the total lunatics that energize the base of the Democratic Party will start donating to their re-election coffers like crazy, but as far as simply staying up all night to take votes that will never pass is concerned it is just bad business in general for everyone else. My biggest concern in all of this is that with the help of the news media the Democrats in Congress are being allowed to beat down the mentally handicapped to the point of being abused.

Why would I be so blunt about that? Well the fact is that the Congress now has an approval rating of less than 14%, and for a bunch of people who are running around whining about the “Will Of The People” all the time that would stand to mean that the “Will Of The People” is that Congress Sucks. Part of that has a lot to do with their inability to listen to what people really want, and the other 14% of total morons that think this Congress is just peachy, do not represent people even born on planet earth. They have no concept of things outside of their own little box but they do have the ability to raise funds for extreme causes and that is all that matters to this Congress. It is the easy way out unfortunately because this small group of fringe left wing never think about the consequences of their own actions as long as they get their short term goals met.

Take the war in Iraq for instance. It's fine to disagree with it but the arguments against it are a lot more irrational then the average person seems to acknowledge at times. Constantly harping on issues like “No weapons of Mass Destruction” or “We haven't caught Osama Bin Laden” merely energizes the other side's resolve every bit as much as you think it energizes yours. Logic and history are still on the side of the pro Iraq War crowd and it will never go away until there is more intelligent debate over it. First of all there were a lot more reasons for going into Iraq and any one of them would have been good enough to most on the other side. Demeaning them by saying things like “He just wants to avenge his daddy” {as a slight on Hussein's assassination attempt on GHW Bush} simply brings resolve to people like myself that remind people that he was a President and the same attempt on Bill Clinton should have been met with equal force. Secondly there has NEVER been a war in which the enemy has been captured until the end. Hitler was found dead at the END of World War 2 and the Emperor of Japan was was left in his “Ceremonial” role afterwards too. We never went to get King George at the end of the Revolutionary War and so on and so forth. While they quibble about how they want to treat the end of this war they are missing the basic will of the American People which is to WIN the war.

Another horrible truth for those on that side of the isle is that War is not a game. In a game you have defined rules and a start and an end time. In War you have two ending conclusions. You either Win or you Lose. Despite all the revisionism that occurs we forget that all wars end with a winner and a loser or they don't end. In the case of Japan and the United States, Japan lost and the United States won and there was peace between the two countries. In the case of Vietnam, North Vietnam won and we lost and there has been peace between the two countries. In the latter of the two we had a situation in which they had a strategy to win from the very beginning and we not only didn’t but we had a Congress that was interfering and the North Vietnamese knew this and simply waited for the ending and proclaimed victory by force. All the revisionism in the world doesn’t change that fact, and we have the same thing going on here but for a different set of circumstances.

Idiocy on the part of the Bush administration is definitely the reasoning behind the poor state of affairs right now, and I have no problem admitting that but the reason I admit that is different then others. Through appeasement he managed to fight a war on the terms of everyone else and ended up in a quagmire, and what he heeded to do was treat it like the wars in the past that we won. Sadly as you watch the behavior of the Congress and the news media in this country you can see that we will never win wars until we re-establish the parameters. We should have invaded Iraq, taken it by force, killed off all of the petty tribal dictators and religious zealots, occupied the country in a totalitarian fashion, enforced one law and one law alone which would have been “If you are caught in the streets with a gun you die” and then maintained order. During that time a government could have been formed while the people felt safe, bolstered, and we would have been gone by now. The world would have called us Imperialist, and they would have hated us, and when we left and the Iraqi people were running their own country with security and hope, nobody would have ever given us the credit for it. That’s how it works no matter what and that is where Bush and his people are a bunch of idiots. Leaders lead, and whiners whine and it will never change.

Now we are left with a bunch of politicians catering to the total morons in this country that have been ruining it since the 60s anyway. The greatest generation {those that fought in World War 2 and those that supported them} saw their own spoiled rotten, overly enlightened children destroy what actually creates peace, and that is the ability to win wars get stripped from America, and now a new generation of children who can see as plain as the nose on their faces how dumb the baby boomers were and they are still enlisting to fight the war on terrorism at record pace. The kooks are still trying to hold the country hostage with the help of the dinosaurs that run the Congress, and will have to be dragged from their kicking and screaming while many think that they are actually doing something to end a war. Ending the war in defeat because those in the Islamic Extremist community DO want to go out and create chaos, kill everyone, rape, pillage, and enjoy the free pass that they will get when they do because it will all be America’s fault. That’s what they will be teaching every generation from here on out, and those that deny it aren’t as stupid as we think they are. A lot of them love it.

I have a few suggestions for the wonderfully enlightened that want to end expensive wars all over the world, by giving you a few wars that the dolts that run Congress can feel free to end. First I would suggest the war on drugs. We have been fighting this war against a much more diabolical enemy that lives among us and kills and victimizes more Americans than anyone in the Middle East. Unlike the belief that spending more money to fight that war is a great idea, perhaps simply ending that 50 year old war would save American lives. Buying drugs from the local drug store after it goes through a rigorous testing process and using the taxes for treatment programs and education couldn’t hurt! How about the war on Prostitution? MILLIONS of women have died from this war because of the legal ramifications of being involved in it. How can a woman get away from a drug crazed pimp when to go to law enforcement means that SHE goes to jail? Again the taxes and other things that could be levied and the crime syndications that would have no reason for existing anymore would make that war another boon to the anti war crowd! How about the war on poverty? How much of that money, resources and time gets to the poor? When the government got involved it appears that it all got worse, go figure!

The worst part about all of this is that I am totally serious here. The United Nations will always have a slew of places that they want to send the United States military to solve humanitarian crisis’ and the fact is the only ones that they don’t want us in are the ones that protect our safety. They will never thank us, they will never support us, and they will never stop. Everyone I have met that is on their way into the military have different reasons for going in but almost all of them say the same thing somewhere in it. “I want the terrorists to fight trained soldiers somewhere else and not civilians here,” which is what is happening. Like those that want to believe that there is some big conspiracy to keep the truth from you on 9/11 that Bush really did it, you have to be an even bigger idiot to think that you can keep a million soldiers from talking. The tens of thousands of people that it would have taken to pull off a coup on 9/11 by our own administration would be just as hard to keep quiet, and the dozen military men and women that speak out against the war in Iraq is the same deal. The people on the left seem to like their consensus and their majorities when it fits their own needs but none of them are as overwhelming as that. Don’t forget that when it is all said and done that digging as deep as you can to get at what you want to be the truth usually just leaves you in a big hole ;8o)

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As the sky opened up, revealing the sun above, and signaling a new day had begun on the great city of Megalopolis, it was all everyone's favorite super villain turned super hero could do to even keep his eyes open. Here he was again about to enter the fiendishly evil halls of the dreaded Pink Mafia {PMHQ} on yet another day where he knew that he would be in charge. One would think that this was a good thing as he steered the reins of the most diabolical machine of evil in all of Megalopolis, but alas is was not. In his alter ego state {that simpering mullet head Jeremy Crow} it appears to be impossible for the Superdaddyman to conduct to many counter insurgent activities while holding true to his credo of “You chief me Indian” thus allowing most of his greatest pranks to go wholly unnoticed. In better state it is best for us to just say that all of these days of Superdaddycheifdom are getting old really fast.

It was a typical excuse and rather tired and boring that the fearless leader of the Pink Mafia Cell that Superdaddyman had infiltrated used on this day as he pretended to be on “Jury Duty” which must have been code phrase for “Tainting Jury” as no prosecutor in his right mind would allow any of these Mafioso freaks stand in judgment of anyone! The biggest problem as of such is that every time Jeremy Crow {meaning Superdaddyman with much less personality} is left in charge of this Pink Mafia Cell he inevitably does deeds that leave grave ramifications like greater responsibility and often time vendor relations that cease to end when he throws the cursed reins back to the Fearless Leader. It is starting to get to the point where Superdaddyman is hardly left time to do his janitorial duties that create his cover to get the real information necessary to take down the Dreaded Pink Mafia {and of course a raise would be nice} for the betterment of mankind as a whole.

Aside from the usual ramifications of control being thrust upon him {standing in the tattered clothes of a Janitor while trying to pretend you're important} the Caped Pervader was faced with a different challenge today mind you. Today was the day when the one vendor that Superdaddyman had always hoped to avoid was scheduled for a very important meeting on a new set of pricing guidelines that would effect a very large part of Pink Mafia operations for many years to come. Fearless Leader assumed that this was a fine place to leave Jeremy Crow has his noodle headed idiocy was perfect for driving prices down. His lack of concern for company harmony always allow him to start at a price tag of “free” and often end with a price tag of “free” as the thought of the company loosing a contact was never his concern. His bargaining abilities are quite sound except for one problem in this instance, which comes in the form of the five foot eight inch blond always in a skin tight barely below the panties miniskirt and five inch heels who will be sitting in the cramped office with no desk between them negotiating. You guessed it boys and girls, but what we have here is Superdaddyman's equivalent of Kryptonite!

Nobody ever assumed these things were very easy, but The Powers That Be {PTB} that have come to rely on the simpleton Jeremy Crow to do their evil bidding, finally went a little too far on the Superdaddyman's abilities and now it had left him actually afraid to be sitting in a room behind a locked door with a certified hottie! Who would have ever seen that coming huh? If his cover hadn't been so iron tight and impregnable {oh bad choice of words in this instance} one would have thought that they were actually toying with the Superdaddyman in some sort of James Bond, just kill him and stop talking, style moments. How could he possible get out of this scrape as he has to sit and negotiate with this obvious Pink Mafia spy without revealing his true identity {aka immediately humping her leg like a horny stray dog} and thus ruining any chance that the people of Megalopolis have to keep the Pink Mafia under control? This as you all can see boys and girls is NOT for the weak of heart and that is why you are all so lucky to have the Superdaddyman to protect you.

The Superdaddyman finally formulated a plan to counteract the {now seeming more and more} plot to try to take down his cover. It was not going to be easy but this is why the professionals are up for this super hero gig and not just anyone. Superdaddyman surmised that the first thing he would need to do is mop the floors throughout the PMHQ. This is actually quite heavy work and usually get the Superdaddyman really sweaty and smelly. This should hopefully {but you never know} keep the operative with the five feet of legs {at the very least} from throwing herself all over the Superdaddyman like most women do when faced with his awe inspiring greatness. She may still want to though as it is nearly impossible to resist, so the Superdaddyman waited until nearly the interview time to go and empty all the trashcans in the break room. The ones that sit right by the heating ducts and always smell like rancid bananas. Should she somehow either find the smell of Superdaddysweat appealing or worse yet, full of pheromones then the smell of rotten bananas should cut through it all and keep her at a safe distance. The things that a super hero must go through to save the human race, let me tell you!

The plan so far couldn't have gone any better as at this point the Superdaddyman could barely stand the smell of himself and merely hoped that it was enough to force the damsel to not throw herself all over him as so often happens and making it easier for the Superdaddyman to concentrate on her legs ... um ... business. He must stay focused at this point less his cover be broken, but also so that he may conquer one of his greatest demons as well. The time of the meeting loomed as he could here the buzzer for the lunch truck thus signaling that he merely had to take two steps towards it and she would appear as if summoned by the very same noise. One .. two ... and then just as it always happens he hears the voice come through the other door as the vendor used the wonderful timing necessary to ensure that he would miss eating lunch. Superdaddyman's shock and dismay over this is stifling trust me.

Superdaddyman {disguised as that moron Jeremy Crow} walks over to introduce himself and usher her into the office ahead of him. This is a common trick that most in the super hero world uses so that they can get a long good stare at the goodies in motion before having to succumb to sitting and focusing their attention everywhere BUT there. She {code name Tina} took the seat across from the Superdaddyman in the rather cramped office with the desk facing the other way and the Superdaddyman took his chair from his desk and turned it to face her. Her meaning the tight skirt that couldn’t have been more than a foot long and the legs that started around her neck, but who noticed anyway? Superdaddyman was a rock! A very sweaty, stuttering, nervous, fixated directly ahead, rock. Her first major maneuver to try to sway the Superdaddyman from his stated set of goals was the hour long at the very least crossing of her legs forcing the Superdaddyman to gulp nearly audibly, but he passed that test as he continued on to the business at hand. It was the mind numbing tapping of the shoe against the heel of her foot that she was using as her secret weapon desperately trying to divert his attention partly to get her way in the sales deal but of course out of desperate yearning for the Superdaddyman himself. Who could blame her really?

After a tenuous 20 minutes of going over sales figures {sweating profusely at trying to ignore the sales girl’s figure} and going over company perspectives and such, the Superdaddyman very bravely set forth his final offer for goods and services. Like the eyes of the Superdaddyman could not meet the five feet of stocking clad legs with the waggling foot desperately trying to divert focus, the quota on price could not be met as well. The Superdaddyman was forced to stand up {of course giving him opportunity to errantly bend over and get a great shot of the calves and waggling foot to calm the curiosities} and he reached to shake the operative known as Tina’s hand to thank her for her time. The look on her face was a bit shocked as she had obviously never been in the company of one as great as the Superdaddyman. She also apparently didn’t realize that as another side plan the Superdaddyman had already gotten the faxed in quotes of her chief competitor and she didn’t even come close. Gorgeously long legs or not, the Superdaddyman was all about business and a super hero after all. Let’s also throw in the fact that he is not stupid and knows full well after taking the heat for getting a bad deal he wouldn’t even get to be the one to stare at “Tina” every time she came in to show off the new products and the new skirts. Like Superdaddyman always says boys and girls, “Screw those guys!” ;8o)

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Well with this blog I mark the second anniversary of blogging and that is pretty amazing. Most people would say that it has felt like forever but it’s really just been two short years since I posted “The End of the Sixteenth Year” and got the ball rolling. I would like to believe that it was so brilliantly written that it catapulted me to notoriety but is really just signified a rollercoaster that went out of control and crashed a lot, just to get going again every damn time. The original blog for those that never read it was my shortest non poetry blog and I am going to post it in here as a reference point. Original text follows.

Well I am now quite fascinated by how little I know and I'm probably gonna keep learning for a long time. The year itself was un-eventful but the very end of it was so jammed with what will obviously be a very interesting 17th year upcoming. I am walking into year 17 with some of the most brutal reality ever that hadn't involved my drinking or at this point my alkie mind.

After a marriage breakdown which ended up with my ex wife becoming a lesbian thus followed by many a person trying to help me explain it away (the only one I really liked involved me being great at oral sex, thus ruining her forever) and then try to ignore it completely, I ended up taking my wonderful show on the road for two online relationships.

The first being the "famous" one which ended up with myself and the wonderful woman I was with ending up hurt pretty good. I thank God that she is doing well and (trust me) she is still the most beautiful woman who ever lived. The second being the straw that broke the camels back in it's total lunacy and complete and utter sickness on both ends. It was pretty easy to see without the rosy colored glasses at that I desperately tried to apply to the whole thing. When all was said and done it finally gave me some peace and hopefully a new beginning in the knowledge that I am a serious love addict that needs to just watch the show. “What is the show?” you may ask well sometimes this means porn movies ... other times it means other peoples sometimes healthier looking romances {said with a grin}. I am actually just thrilled that I know that the one factor that all of my failed relationships had in common was ME, but I digress as I am still feeling wonderful as my 16th anniversary is upon me, and for the first time in FOR-EVAH I am happy to be alone {great friends and 3 cute kids withstanding}, where it is safe for everyone {also said with a grin}.

My goals for the next year is to stay sober ... be a better friend ... learn to love me for me ... without needing someone else to love me so I can forget about me. Confused yet? Good ... now you know what it is like to be me too ;8o)

That was also where I got my trademark “Teddy Bear” smiley that I close all of my blogs with, and I can’t even remember what made me think of that. The rest should have been history at that point as all I was trying to do was put something on my Yahoo 360 page in the blog section so that it didn’t look so plain when people viewed my profile from the chat room. As quite a few people know it blew up completely as the women I talked about started fighting over it. I couldn’t go into the Yahoo chat rooms without being attacked and then I posted “Thing’s You Learn with a Bad Back – Volume 1” just to get that off my profile page. Those who weren’t around know that that year went and ended with me becoming a blogging rock star and then basically giving up writing for lent to become a Paint Shop Pro artist. I wasn’t even writing this time last year so there was no blogging anniversary post in place. As a matter of fact in the 558 blog entries I have done over the last two years many have not been pleasant.

I have done a lot of good over those last two years despite being thrown out of two blogging community’s and leaving three of my own free will, but the two women that I talked about originally in that first post have for the most part disappeared. I heard from “The Beautiful One” {my very first blog “code name”} about two months ago when she e-mailed me to tell me she was doing good and just wanted me to know that. It was a step up from the way I was trashing the hell out of her and her cyber beau when I left Yahole a year and a half ago in a hail of bullets. I have been in 3 relationships since then. One ended out of a mutual form of bedlam, one was a rebound from the one I have been in for most of this time and went back to when I regained my sensibilities {and she did too just to be fair} and am still in today. It’s not easy being a love addict but I play the part so well in blog.

I have formed a sort of “key” to how I write now despite the best description of such being “manic” but those that know me know how my mind works enough to tell you how my moods are just by my topics and content now. I have learned to simply accept that when I don’t feel like writing that it is best to just go political so that I am at least writing things and then go back to writing as God intended me to when I get over those points, and always keep that brutally real honesty as best I can. I would rather be hated for what I am then clung on to for what I am not. I have written for me for the most part for well over a year now but always miss the feeling of being the “in thing” that marked the beginning of my online writing career and will most likely never come back. It’s all part of the amazingly complicated basket that is Jeremy who is going to be celebrating eighteen years sober tomorrow and starting on his nineteenth year of what sometimes makes me snigger when I use the term “sober” ;8o)

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Well for those of us that listen to talk radio in the morning, most shows contain simple snippets that are sent out and then done as a daily segment with an ad attached to pay for the content. This is how a lot of the famous people on the radio like Paul Harvey, Rush Limbaugh, Dr Laura and many of the names that get demonized today got their start or just strengthened their names, but the underlying factor is that they gave a valuable enough service to make it to where they are today as well. My favorite these days is someone who happens to be demonized quite well on his own, but whether you like him or not Donald Trump understands making money well enough to take advantage of his opportunities, and I don’t begrudge him that. His morning update known as “The Bottom Line” as I hear it but called “Trumped” if you look it up on the web, is one of the few things I look forward to listening to on the way to work because it covers topics that are honest and make me think about things. They actually cover every topic imaginable in his 2 minutes.

Yesterday for example he did a report on how women need 5 compliments a day to feel good about themselves based on studies and research done over the last several years, and I happen to agree with that from what I have seen in everyday life, but he also went on to give his opinion on it which was also equally as refreshing to hear. Many who haven't heard him would think he sounds like I do when writing my Cats & Dogs essays but he deduced that radical feminists who often treat men with compliments like the anti-christ are destroying the very nature of certain genetic gender traits and for the worst. Fear of actually offending a woman makes most men shy away from complimenting a woman on anything that isn't gender neutral and in a way it is effecting how they feel about themselves. It's only common sense that any woman who lost a lot of weight for example would want people to notice it and any sort of exaggeration to the opposite {ie “I did it for me”} is disingenuous at best, but men are terrified to point out that they noticed this to a woman and for good reason. That one in twenty that will immediately act aghast at a compliment like “Boy you've lost weight and look great,” are totally dominating the landscape for the nearly half that continue on that trend if they get noticeable results, like attention. It’s a shame to assume that many women actually do lose the will to look better of feel better about themselves often because men are afraid to compliment them, but it is a reality.

I personally have never had any of these problems in those regards because I am a humanist by nature and will say whatever I want as long as it is done in good conscience. I see people in my own office wince as I tell the Human Resources director constantly that she looks great and elaborating the weight if questioned on it. For the most part she understands now that that is what I mean, but others around simply see the former Marine, feminist, company censor as being the LAST person you would ever want to compliment in such a fashion, but I see her as the 50 year old that looks 25 on her worst day who happens to obviously lost 30 pounds over the last year or so. Nobody needs to know that I notice these things because I stare at her when she walks away if she has a skirt on. That makes me normal, but it’s a shame that it makes me abnormal to pay her a proper compliment. Like any other woman she needs to be complimented on totally defeating her perceived age limitations, and I happen to be one of the people that she shares the best company gossip with in exchange. I personally don't care about the ramifications of such things because they are done in good faith, so my self righteousness becomes my guardian in these circumstances.

I tally this together with the report that he did this morning on the minister in Chicago that has raised money to purchase billboards denouncing violent gangster rappers by name throughout the city. Rappers like 50 Cent and Snoop Dogg are all up in arms about this and saying that he should worry about the people buying it, but they are missing the point in it all as ignorant people usually would. This minister is trying to get a much broader message out there and is now my new hero in all of this as he brought to the forefront a lot of issues that I have been pounding for years. His race shields him from the normal criticism that I would face about racism and hate and all of that so I find it to be a blessing that he is taking on the mantle of it. First of all he is against the violence that they glorify which is a given in any of these situations, but is also pointing out the downright misogyny that they seem to embrace and spread as well. The minister claims that he is working on one of the most important problems in his own community and does a lot more about the fatherless homes and teenage pregnancy, as well as black on black crime but this is getting him the television cameras he needs to spread the message. Blacks berating blacks for their poor behavior is so under reported in today's day and age of race baiting that it was a great ploy. It also happens to tie in with what women are doing wrong in all of this as well.

His social discourse over rap music only scratches the surface in public as my favorite theory about why Rappers {just like like Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton too for the record} are the new generation of slave traders amongst their own people more so than the tribal leaders in Africa that sold their own people to Europeans. The most predominant fans of rap music are NOT the black youth in the inner city as some would want to believe, and even for those that know the facts there is a bit more of a evil intention that the rap stars that collect those huge paychecks and live large damn well know. The rich suburban white kids that pay money hand over fist are falling into two distinct categories that go wholly unmentioned. Those that like listening to black people killing each other and treating their women with disrespect because they think it is cool, and those that listen to it because they think of them all as these types of animals and will never get over that stereotype for the rest of their days. The rappers selling that audible crack to the masses in suburbia are simply ensuring that the divide between whites and blacks grows bigger with each generation no matter what happens in the schools and in the family home, so while you are hearing Reverend Al and Reverend Jesse whining about the white hate, and the rappers whining about their freedom of speech they both know better and it IS about time that that cancer gets cleaned up from within.

Back to the show from a day ago and how it correlates, because I don't actually know a woman that looks up to the radical feminists in this country and say “Boy there's a role model” yet it is still a continuation year after year of one leftist lunatic feminist after another dictation the policy for about 50 percent of the human race! If you find yourself miserable because you just got your hair colored and think it is the best it has ever looked, you lost about 20 pounds and you are wondering if it is even noticeable, you wonder if your new shoes are getting attention, or you just wonder why no man dares walk up and pay you a decent compliment on anything, perhaps you should look at those that represent you in the media and start doing something about it. This doesn't make me a sexist in any way shape or form, because I actually know how much I like to get a compliment, but unlike most women I still do. Women have the right to say whatever they want to me, so I wonder if the “more equal” status that women have acquired in those regards are really worth it. Getting back to the other factor about the former Marine, feminist, company censor Human Resources director that actually blushes a bit when I tell her that she is looking younger everyday or what not, and that is the fact that she could tear my head clean off if I said anything that actually offended her. Now that is the right to equality if you ask me, not the right to be offended all the time ;8o)

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The Slammer – An Ever Growing Web Novel – Chapter 4.7

“The team has won 14 of its last 17 games Chris!” John yelled over the crowd as it was going mental around them while Barceló throws another 1 hitter into the ninth inning. “Look at Barceló out there, he’s had six hits in his last four games and has matched his win total for all of last year!” John’s exuberance was even starting to wear off on Chris as he cracked a smile that wasn’t directed at the catcher with the long blonde hair.

Barceló goes into his usual “stretch” wind up with his arm cracked a bit he brings the ball around for what will probably be another hard slider inside. The “book” on Barceló now reads something along the lines of “He’ll bust you inside all night and there isn’t a thing you can do about it,” and as the ball comes careening in on the batter at the plate who takes a healthy swat at it, just to see it bounce back to Barceló who casually tosses it to the first baseman, again. “Damn Lily is starting to make everyone on the team look good, and Jay is living up to his nickname because he has been totally dominant,” came out of Chris and then he added, “This was the longest road trip they have this year and on the west coast to boot, so the ten and three that they posted will be intimidating too when they get back and take on the Yankees.”

“Nothing intimidates the Yankees kid. They’re the Yankees, and they are a game back of Toronto and eight games ahead of us,” John looks down at his watch and throws in, “I’ll just be happy to get home and go to bed at a normal time. Where are we going from here?”

“I’m not stupid. I scheduled us for scouting tours in the Cape Cod league for the next week so we can catch the Yankees series,” and with that the two of them tapped knuckles without even looking at each other because Barceló is just about to head into his wind up again for what will hopefully be his last batter of the game. The score of five to zero doesn’t even tell the tale properly as the Mariners have only gotten seventy one pitches out of Barceló with one out left in the game. That’s unheard of in baseball most of the time, but it is helping Barceló eat up innings and bring his era down to an almost respectable 7.68 which will tell you how bad it was when four complete game shut outs brings you to that. Who would have seen this coming other than John?

Barceló’s slide step brings his awkward delivery over the side and the ball releases in a bit of a dart towards the plate. You actually can see the confusion on this batter as you would have most batters these days when Barceló throws the ball. Is it going to fly strait in, or is it going to dart in and down at the last second. This batter decides that it is going to go strait as his arms swing down on the ball, but like most of the batters today he guessed totally wrong. On one hop the ball went strait back to Barceló who simply turned and fired the ball over to the first baseman which lights the scoreboard up as Barceló now leads the American League in Pitching Assists. “Damn Chris, can you believe that he’s now officially leading the league for the golden glove as pitcher?” John said through a laugh.

“At the beginning of the season I couldn’t believe I scouted that guy,” Chris said back with a more pronounced laugh, “he was about to be the worst move of my career.”

“Technically, unless he finishes the year like this then he still is. His career ERA with the Red Sox is still over 20 Chris, but at this rate he can get it under 10 which would mean that you have scouted 7 pitchers that were far worse,” John looked at the look Chris was giving back to him, “Hey, I’m a stat dork! It’s why you take me around with you,”

“I take you around with me because when you open your mouth it makes me a look a lot smarter …” Chris started to say, but trailed off when the visiting teams catcher took her helmet off and waved her hair out of her face while turning to look at him and John. The black streaks under her eyes from the glare tar doesn’t interfere with her beauty one bit unfortunately for Chris and as always he finds himself lost in that place that he always gets lost in when she looks towards him. John has refrained from picking on him about this for the last month because it had been getting him to a lot more Red Sox games as coincidentally, most of their scouting missions had been close enough to catch a game since Lily joined the team.

“If you ever get up the balls to ask her out on a date or something kid, you can bring me along for that too so that Jay has someone to talk to,” John said through a bit of a old man giggle, knowing full well that Chris heard absolutely nothing but the usual sound of tweety birds flying around his head. He cleared his throat quite loudly and then started speaking again, “You realize that you are one of the only men she is ever around that doesn’t carry a baseball glove, perhaps it would be about time that you see if she is interested?”

“Interested in what John?” Chris asked without even taking his eyes off of the ‘she’ to which they were talking about whether he even realized it or not.

“Interested in sitting on the same side of the table at Applebee’s for a change instead of across from you, ya dumb ass!” John blurted at him as he stood up. He started making his way towards the isle surrounded by disappointed fans of the other team.

“We’re eating on the plane back John, so we probably won’t be going to Applebee’s until later in the week,” Chris replied totally clueless as to the nature of the conversation. He then threw onto the end, “Besides Crawford told him about the Hilltop and all of the baseball memorabilia he saw there the last time they were in Boston for a series, so I have a feeling that Jay will want to eat there. He’s been getting really adventurous lately.”

“Kid, I’d say you were hopeless if you didn’t have such great taste in women,” John said without even looking back at Chris who has now stood up and started to follow him up the stairs. … to be continued

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On October 1, 2006 Ignacio Ramos and Jose Compean were sentenced to 11 years and 12 years in prison respectively for an incident on February 17, 2005 in which a Mexican drug smuggler by the name of Osvaldo Aldrete-Davila was shot in the buttocks while fleeing to cross the Mexican border, leaving behind nearly 800 pounds of marijuana in the van he abandoned. There have been many talking heads across the country that have taken to this case with such tenacity and zeal that it appears to be a simple case of the Bush administration and its policy on allowing Mexicans to run America from where ever they happen to be and I was one of them. I have publicly cried for the tarring and feathering of the Bush administration for it’s failed border policy and called George W Bush an idiot on several occasions for all of this foolishness. It was when Lewis “Scooter” Libby had his sentence commuted {which I had been all for a full pardon the entire time based on “Political Persecution”} that a radio talk show host by the name of Glenn Beck raised the point that Libby should be in prison because Ramos and Compean were still in prison. I am ashamed to admit that I agreed with his assessment because I found it to be typical Bush cronyism.

My problem here is that we have heard so much “white noise” about Bush being evil for 6 years that it has poisoned absolutely everyone including myself and I always liked to think that I was above that. I have found that most of the people that simply recycle what they hear are ignorant people trying to look smart {and Oprah is here for you to forum baby!} and here I was 9 months later still recycling lies from a case that I didn’t really follow. The good news is that sooner or later I will go back and do my homework and I will admit that I am wrong too. I have yet to hear any of the tens of thousands of people who have chanted that there would be a draft in 2005 admit that they were wrong {because most likely in their case it was lying and not simple mindedness} and this is what adds to the indoctrination. Where I fell prey was that I allowed a bunch of right wing people that I trusted dictate the scenario involved with that entire court case without applying the smell test, and it was every bit as bad as the people who believe that we brought down the World Trade Center. Despite 99 percent of the evidence stating that it was Islamic Extremists that did it, there are indeed people who will cling to the 1 percent of evidence that could link our own government to it and in this case I was looking at the loony interpretations and not using logic at all.

Here’s what I should have done all along but never really did. I should have ignored the talking heads beliefs to whether or not Johnny Sutton {the West Texas US Attorney} was the antichrist or not, and actually look into his record, and the case in general before taking the ball and running with it. The misinformation that I was given was based on Sutton being a rogue “law enforcement hating” US Attorney was just too easy to accept as it was being framed all the time, and again this made ME an idiot. I even have to admit that I may never have looked into the real record if Johnny Sutton himself hadn’t gone on the show of a right wing whacko and very bravely defended himself. It was 4 simple words that he said in all of it that opened my eyes and made me realize that I too was being a dupe in the whole shmoz of “Get Bush” and “Our Government is out to get us” when he said “Look at my record!”

I let the spin that I had heard from the Internet and the talking heads paint the picture for me based on two incidents in the life of Johnny Sutton and one of them was the Ramos and Compian case. Publicly these talk show hosts fed misinformation to me {and please keep in mind that I am not chastising them for misinformation dealing because they are usually right about a lot} and I took the bit and ran with it but here is the generalizations about what really happened in the two cases and please feel free to go look up the information yourself. The other case being Gilmer Hernandez from Rocksprings who was the Sherriff’s Deputy from Edwards County Texas who was convicted of a Civil Rights violation by shooting an illegal alien in the face while the SUV that she was a passenger in was speeding away. The rule of law, whether you like it or not is that illegal aliens that are NOT putting you in mortal peril {like say speeding away towards the Mexican border} are NOT simply target shooting practice for the police. All human beings have a set of inalienable rights that include not being killed for trespassing when there is an alternative to it. He continued shooting at an SUV that was fleeing despite shooting out the back tire and whether you or I like it or not that is a crime and a JURY convicted him of that. He never filed an appeal and has been serving his jail time in obscurity. Shows that he knows he was wrong.

Now in his other “questionable” case against Ramos and Compian he was faced with a report from a border patrol agent in another state because his mother {still a Mexican citizen} called him and asked him if border agents were allowed to shoot people as they were fleeing the United States. His mother was neighbors with the drug smugglers mother and they were talking about it, and because the report HAD TO be filed by the other agent legally Sutton was caught flat footed because there had NEVER been a report filed. It was paraded around that legally all they had to do was file a verbal report, and apparently the supervisor did show up on the scene and assisted in removing all of the shell casings and other evidence, so logic would dictate that a verbal report was filed BUT nobody had the same recollections of the incident and there was NO written report at all. This forced Sutton to have to get the only other witness to the case who happened to be the drug smuggler Aldrete-Davila and give him legal passage back into the United States so that he could testify. In HUNDREDS of other cases of this sort there have been written accountings and NOBODY has ever had to face criminal investigations.

More over there was another problem with the whole case that doesn’t get written out real well to people as they hear it in the media, which was the many plea bargains that were offered to these two. Some of them were so short that they bordered on cronyism but the sentences that were given to them in the end were given to them by a JURY as well, and the fact that Aldrete-Davila WAS arrested transporting drugs again 4 months before sentencing WAS irrelevant to the crime of shooting 14 times at an unarmed man who was fleeing the country, and then allowing him to cross back into Mexico despite being wounded. Then completely removing all evidence from the scene and not filing a report. Protocol or not you have to admit that this was pretty damn fishy, and in the same regard as trying to prove all of the theories {after the fact of course} that go into how WE blew up the world trade center is almost identical to how people try to make these two look innocent. If you shot anyone in the ass would you want to make sure that there was a written report? Especially when the incident happened in broad daylight in the desert where you are going to have a damn hard time proving that you thought that he “might” have had a weapon? In a section of Texas that had only had one such incident in the past and a written report usually will clear you but a cover up will surely send you to prison?

Now for the part that NOBODY acknowledges and the two officers knew full well, that when this went to the jury they would either convict you of one, several, or ALL of the 15 indictments that were levied against you, or they would clear you of all of them {which is entirely unlikely … sorry to point to reality} and then the Judge would have to use the Federally Mandated {as in the Congress has made a mandatory 10 years be added to every Judges decision in these cases} and you would refuse the far shorter plea bargains? It doesn’t pass the smell test at all and I am sorry to say that I am ashamed of anyone that is using this as a case of Federal abuse or demonizing an EXCELLENT US Attorney or demanding that it has anything to do with why Scooter Libby deserves leniency is being very lazy. ;8o)

Feel free to read the final statement of Johnny Sutton here http://www.usdoj.gov/usao/txw/press_releases/2007/Compean_Ramos_sent_stmt_lon.pdf

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Well this was the first of my first two days off in a row in almost a month which of course forced me to deal with 3 evils’s that have had nothing but an old woman with no patience to deal with them pretty much the whole time. The secret to wild animal training of this magnitude is to start from square one and employ some old methodology that we haven’t had to go to for a few years here at least. I took them to my favorite obedience school for these types of situations {Chuck E Cheeses} and initiated “Charm School 101” upon their wicked little asses. For those of you that don’t understand how “Charm School 101” works and why Chuck E Cheeses is the best place to execute it then, shame on you! I have explained it a million times at least but alas, I will do it again for all of those that haven’t kept up.

It works like this, as the 3 phases of treatment are applied to the mindless lunatics that are the evils’s starts from the moment they wake up. First I attempt to make them clean up their filthy caves that some people would call bedrooms but after several weeks of not having me around to beat on them have become the places where the government test the bombs. First we try asking politely, followed by nagging, then begging, then yelling, then by telling them that we may go to Chuck E Cheeses if the rooms get clean. Immediately these swirling, screaming devices of daddy-insanity start using their Tasmanian Devil Like abilities to start ripping through the many layers of debris. Progress on the rooms went from “standing on all sides of me screaming into my ears” to becoming thunderous roars from their own spaces and NOT MINE.

A couple of hours later {and my own sanity being ruptured by having to check to see if the rooms are clean yet while they pretend to not see the piles of trash in the middle of the floors} the rooms are spotless and inhabitable. Phase two and three are actually the same phase but achieve different purposes if executed properly {and those of you with less than adequate parenting skills take notes as a really bad parent shows you how it is done} but still concurrent. Now we shall take the rude little unappreciative wild animals that the old lady has taught to just act up until they get their way and take them into Chuck E Cheeses. For a small fee of 48$ {Large Meat Lovers Pizza, 4 large drinks, unlimited salad bar for my fat ass, 100 games tokens} we were treated to 3 whole hours of schooling disguised as entertainment. It’s all about following “the plan” from here.

Upon purchasing the goods and finding a booth in the room with the big video screens, I sat down with phylum “Lazius Boycrazius” and proceeded to watch the show. She is at the level now where she is a wild animal trainer in training while still having wild animal tendencies. The first howl came from the little one, phylum Imtoocutus who had started with “Gimme a token!” and the correct procedure is to pretend she doesn’t exist. Upon trying some other methods, “I need a token,” and “Can I have a token cup?” she finally tried, “Can I have a token please?” I placed 1 {one} token into her greedy little hand and she went running off {phase 3 “wearing them down” so they will crash hard later} and this made the middle on, phylum Ididntdoitus to try this plan of attack, “Can I have a token please?” and off he went like a bolt of lightning. The only thing faster than one of these animals with a token is one of these animals coming back for a token. Did I mention that we were sitting at the farthest point from the games?

This is how the next half hour went while waiting for the pizza with the two little animals, while I and Lazius Boycrazius watched the shows. You should have seen the two of us laughing at Veggie Tales like stoned college students actually. We also saw this one new show called “Monkey Ninjas” which had to be one of the funniest things I had ever seen, right about the time that the pizza showed up. This is where we feed the animals, and the trick is to make sure that they both eat at least one whole slice of pizza before they are allowed to have back at the games. In some parts of the world they call that blackmail, but on this part of the world it is simply the only time that these two twits will actually eat in a reasonable amount of time and with little screaming. Proceed to ignore everything that comes out of them until they are finished with their pizza and they will actually get the point. The boy is at the age now where pizza is actually almost as important as the games and will have a second slice.

Upon finishing the food the two little ones are off again like lightning with their 1 {one} token. It is still important to regulate the tokens in this manner as it teaches them manners, and moderation. There will be points where it will seem like too much of a pain in the ass to come running back and they will go play on the tubes and other structures, but it also keeps you in constant touch with them as well. At the end of the cup of tokens is when Lazius Boycrazius and I start playing games ourselves. I found this really cool interactive ping pong game where you control the game with an actual ping pong paddle, but still prefer the ATV, and Jet Ski games. Chuck E Cheese happens to be a great place for the bigger kids like um … me as well, but the most important thing is that by the end of it all I have the kids so well trained that they go to the counter with their own tickets and purchase their own gifts with courtesy. Then we can actually walk completely by the ice cream machine without them saying a word but when I say “Would you guys like Ice Creams?” they all say “Yes Please” without even having to look at them funny any more.

The whole night including Ice Creams and the toys they brought home {with their games tickets} cost me 51$ but from the time we left to the time we got home was 3.5 hours which basically made it 12.75 per person but included dinner, toys, desert, 3.5 hours {which in single father speak is an eternity when you think that the 9$ each movie is usually only 1.5 or 3.64 per hour as apposed to 6} and a total redirection in their manners and attitude, which could have taken forever without extreme measures under the circumstances. Here’s a bright spot for me as I am about to finish writing this so I can go and check out that Monkey Ninjas website. Yeah I may be just as easily amused but life doesn’t have to always be complicated ;8o)

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I find it rather amusing as today is the day that 231 years ago the framers of the United States constitution finally came together to vote on the document and take it back to their states to officially vote on it within their own state’s assemblies, and then bring it back to have it ratified by the Continental Congress, that most people don’t actually know that. I listened to a lot of those “man On The Street” interviews this week on my favorite radio shows where they simply made a spectacle of the stupidity of the people walking out front of their buildings. It might sound harsh, but unfortunately I have come to view the total ignorance of this country in general to be far more than laughable because it is slowly starting to become the very downfall of it. We take great delight in acknowledging how Islamic Theocracies take their Qur’an and simply dictate it to the ignorant and then the next thing you know we have teenagers with bombs strapped to them in the name of Allah, but we never acknowledge that that is what we call schools here.

I have always encouraged people to read the Bill of Rights because it is written in plain English, and dictates the laws that Congress must abide to, and not the laws that the general population have towards each other. In other words, the Constitution was a contract by the States to be represented by a Federal Government, and the Bill of Rights was the articles that Congress was bound to treat all the people it serves by. Most left wing factions have butchered the crap out of this and I often find myself amused yet scared at how well people have relied on others to explain it to them. Most importantly I think it is important to remember the context to which it was all placed as well. At the time the people that framed the Constitution and the Bill of Rights were at war with their own government as it sought to succeed from the very government and at the same time was making a set of laws and values that protected people from the new government that would take its place. It was not a chunk of land that was uninhabited and the rule of law was being imposed on both ends with weaponry, as it is in ALL cultures in the beginning.

The preamble of the Constitution is as follows … “We the people of the United States, in order to form a more perfect union, establish justice, insure domestic tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general welfare, and secure the blessings of liberty to ourselves and our posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.” Then it simply goes through a long trail of how the Government will be comprised “The Legislative Branch” {Congress} “The Presidency” {Executive} “The Judiciary” {Courts} all in plain English as I had said and not knowing it is ignorance because it effects your life, and not knowing it means that you are subject to tyrannical interpretation. I don’t really need to go any further on that but the last part also known as the Amendments that were added in the first Constitutional Convention in 1791 are what really needs explaining.

Article I - Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances. - You will note the most important part of this is the first word “Congress” as it tends to get lost in all of these arguments. It says nowhere that I will respect your religion, or even acknowledge it. Atheists love to throw this one around as their mantra of how “Your” religion is bad and doesn’t belong anywhere, and they have the right to say what they want about you. It’s become a form of religion unto itself to be anti religion and the fact remains that all this right says is that Congress can’t do anything to anyone over it. People who are not members of Congress actually have the right to retaliate in any way they see fit, that doesn’t break any laws. Be creative because hell can be cast upon the Self Righteous within the scope of the law. I suggest air horn cans because you have the right to free speech as well and those things hurt people’s ears.

Article II - A well regulated militia, being necessary to the security of a free state, the right of the people to keep and bear arms, shall not be infringed. - Without a doubt the most butchered amendment next to the first. The right of the people to keep and bear arms is tantamount to the ability of American citizens to keep living in a free society. Stalin, Hitler, Chavez, Castro, and every maniacal dictator in the history of mankind has always maintained their power by making sure that their citizenry has no access to the weapons necessary to ensure their rights. Many have said that nobody needs mortars, machine guns, hand grenades, etc etc but rest assured when “They” come to get your .22 that they let you keep for hunting ducks, they will have them. It always starts with the powers at the top, not the ones at the bottom.

Article III - No soldier shall, in time of peace be quartered in any house, without the consent of the owner, nor in time of war, but in a manner to be prescribed by law. - It was a typical British thing to do, to seize property of people to disrupt society and impose their dominance. As the years went on it became the popular way and means of anyone who would wish to keep the people “down” and in turn it was important to make sure that Congress didn’t start forcing the citizens to give up their freedoms in the name of a military. Again, it was and still is commonplace for the most disgusting of governments to steal from the poor to keep their military power over them.

Amendment IV - The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized. - It was popular for the King to order that anyone he didn’t trust be humiliated by seizure of assets and their property be searched until they could find something to hold against them. The Congress was specifically given the order that they could not do this under any circumstances except those that would be given them by legal written documentation of a Judiciary. This gets mangled by every thug on Earth considering the Police to be Congress. For those of you that don’t know this, they are not, and actually have the legal authority of the Judiciary, as they are unelected. Again it is a classic example of fact being changed by rumor, ignorance and misinformation.

Amendment V - No person shall be held to answer for a capital, or otherwise infamous crime, unless on a presentment or indictment of a grand jury, except in cases arising in the land or naval forces, or in the militia, when in actual service in time of war or public danger; nor shall any person be subject for the same offense to be twice put in jeopardy of life or limb; nor shall be compelled in any criminal case to be a witness against himself, nor be deprived of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law; nor shall private property be taken for public use, without just compensation. - As you can see this one really stands out these days as most people {again stricken with ignorance} don’t actually know the wording of said right and how it works. The fear that uneducated people could be taken into court and accused of crimes that they had no comprehension of was a reality in those days. Many people under British Common Law got put to death {forcing them to have to eliminate their death penalty because they wi