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So in between all of my “What are you a fucking idiot?” messages I get one from someone that I have known a few years asking me why I don’t use “tags” on Multiply. It was perfectly innocent, because she was trying to point out to me how they make the things that you do easier to find, organized, yaddita yaddita. My response was pretty simple when I said that “I have had enough of being found,” and I truly meant it. Note that I changed to a "generic" title of this blog thread? I have learned that 8 entries with the name of a "Community Site" does you no good when you escape, so I finally went generic. Don't get me wrong, I go through withdrawal periods. When I went from hundreds of comments a day on Yahole to dozens of comments a day on Myspace, and then sold my soul for dozens of comments a day on CherryTap {now known as Fubar I think} and settled into obscurity with a smile on my face. Trust me when I say it is a lot better to have a healthy chuckle with a few people, then to have an outpouring by weirdoes.

Now I realize that many of the people I consider good online friends were once among the weirdoes that I accumulated in some of these places, but with Yahole destroying their 360 and Multiply actively recruiting them, it would be suicide to recruit amongst the seriously fucked up that inhabited 360 at the end. The seriously fucked up that made 360 the toilet that it was, and if anyone thinks that I had a hard time transitioning from being an online “somebody” into an online “once in a while somebody” it will be nothing compared to those that Yahole turned into monsters. Hell around here they actually have commercials on the radio about “cyber bullies” that the Yahole 369 culture cultivated like rose bushes. Adding tags to my posts might bring in more people, but at this point in my writing “career” {for lack of a better word} it translates to “lazy people” who percentage wise want to do a hit and run. People always show up quicker because they hate what you say as opposed to like it.

Somehow by a miracle of fate, I got to old for that crap. It was a quick transition as life got really difficult back in September with the near death of my father, and my stupidity to take him into my fold like another child. I couldn’t even imagine what all of that hell would be like if I was still out there cultivating an overinflated online readership at the same time. It was insane, and now that I am treating my time like it has a certain value {which it does when you have almost none of it} I was able to conjure up this brutal vision of whacked former 360 types showing up to start trouble because I actually advertised with a tag. I’ve been down that road before already too when a simple Tagworld tag of “Superdaddyman” brought in the wrath of past cyber weirdoes who missed screwing with me. Secretly deep down inside I missed screwing back, but am ill equipped to deal with people that are completely devoid of conscience and have full anonymity as their shield. You’ll never make a rotten orange fresh again, and just throwing it in the trash will NOT make the smell go away.

I could say that I am rather proud of myself for giving up on attention seeking but it was a lot easier than that really. I had it taken away from me through a series of circumstances that were either beyond my control or I finally let go of. My war with the ownership of CherryTap was somewhat famous, and to a certain extent I enjoyed the fact that I couldn’t be “owned” by those morons like the other morons who bowed to it. It was a lot of hard work gone to waste and it was expensive to say the least, just to have an explosion at the end. A lot of other people suffered some of my after effects as well, and having a conscience always puts you at a disadvantage when it comes to those games. Some of the most destructive factors in it all were people that I had let into my inner circle, and it led me to believe that I am just not that fucking smart. I am smart enough though now a days to know not to advertise. I treat my multiply site as a place for anyone that wants to see what I am up to, or get a taste of my mind to do so, but I am not letting “tags” speak for me. My long windedness has become a rather good shield on it’s own, and my lust for attention will always be there, but it doesn’t have to be cultivated ;8o)

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“It always could be worse,” mused our favorite super villain turned super hero, and often it does at that, as he walked away from the airport. It was a decent day in the super mega city of Megalopolis, and the Superdaddyman had just released the last of the Evils’s {the old one he used to call dad} to the Skybus on his way back to La Florida. The next mission at hand is to go back to the Casa Di Evils’s to somehow remove the smell of old pipe that infests his sleeping quarters. He had finally gotten rid of that smell a few days before Slowest Quitecrazius {new phylum, please update your notes} arrived for this round of Doctors visits. It could have been worse.

The younger of the Evils’s had been taken hostage by the inbred contingent of The Mother of all the Evils’s {TME} for their weekly “visitation” and then were to be transported to TME’s parent’s house. TME as everyone knows is not allowed to have the Evil’s at her house, so they usually visit the inbred faction through her parents. Now as we have told the tales of TME, she has serious mental and emotional problems that preclude her from being allowed to be around the Evils’s alone, but she has just come for her third visitation in the last 18 months {actually 4 years, but 18 months since the agreement that she could see them on Saturdays} which meant that she was entitled to more. This of course was completely in her mind alone, but she had no problem dragging the Superdaddyman off to ask “So when can I start having them overnight?” The Superdaddyman was NOT happy about this but took her into a secret location {the kitchen} to negotiate peace talks.

The peace talks went something like this, “You finally come every other week for a month to visit and still refuse to pay child support. When the state comes looking for you for failure to pay, you will move away, and that is NOT responsible. That is NOT a steady environment.” TME decided to start arguing, and the Superdaddyman was forced to point out that he will not put up with any nagging when she won’t even fulfill her parental responsibilities. TME will never understand. It could have been worse.

It is now up to our favorite super hero to try to understand complicated social processes like “What to do when there are no Evils’s” and for that he required a little assistance. He consulted one of the foul villains in the Casa Di Evils’s {Greektradgedius Intraining} as to how one would spend their free time {aside from downloading and sorting porn from Usenet} and she recommended the movies. Well not just the movies but a movie in particular. The Superdaddyman had seen advertisements for this movie, and it looked bizarre but starred Daniel Day Lewis, which most likely meant that it couldn’t be too bad. Superdaddyman packed up the smaller of the two Superdaddymobiles {powered by Ford} and headed off for a nice relaxing evening at the movies.

The official Superdaddyman review of said movie - “There Will Be Blood” will be one of those movies that every light in the loafers, sitting on a white sofa, with small yappy dog that looks like a feather duster, and has every vote at the academy awards critic can’t get enough of. I can see it now as the Elton John look-alike sitting on the sofa, dog sitting beside him “Yop Yop Yop Yap Yap Yap Yop Yop Yop Yap Yap Yap” through his whole review, drooling all over himself and talking about superior acting, great realistic special effects, and completely glossing over the fact that it had a script written by someone with ADHD and a fifth grade education at best. I must have fallen asleep or something because the movie really didn’t feel like 2 hours and 40 minutes {which I confirmed after running to the car to get somewhere to wash out my eyes!} but I just sat there dumbfounded as what appeared to be all of the crap left over after “Gangs of New York” was edited and mixed in with what was left over from Clockwork Orange. “There Will Be Blood” must be the effect that the movie should have on most people, or a metaphor for the blood that should have been shooting out of my eyes for seeing it. Stanley Kubric rides again and he has come to take Daniel Day Lewis with him! The really horrible part is that as far as horrific movies go, there wasn’t even anything worth picking on about it afterwards, but the embarrassment for wasting 9 bucks to see it should be enough. I’m sure that there is some sort of masked message about how oil messes us all up or something, but I missed it through all the wishing I was at home downloading porn instead. It could have been worse. Superdaddyman did almost make it through half of that wonderful flick called “Knocked Up.”

Tires squealing on the SuperdaddyFocus our brave hero found himself going in for a recharge {Large Ice Coffee Black} and making it back to the Casa Di Evils’s to plot with his most diabolical assistant through Yahole Instant Messer. Later he made it off for another recharge {Cheesy Gordita Crunches} before sitting down to finish dictating his memoires for the day to his faithful, albeit useless, sidekick {That simpering weenie Jeremy Crow} before finding his way to bed to watch QVC {The hostess that always wears the spaghetti strap shoes is on} before tucking away for the evening. His only fear for now is waking up to a bedroom full of evils’s that were freshly “messed up” by TME, and ready to commit chaos on the people of Megalopolis to make up for it. It could have been worse ;8o)

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Well my father decided to take a nap today which gave me about an hour of free time before the kids arrived home. Multi tasking single fathers need to use their time as efficiently as possible, so I saw this as an opportunity to get some important things accomplished. Once I heard the snorting grunt of a snore that said my free time was set in stone, I opened up News Rover and started looking through Usenet groups to see what pornography looked intriguing, and I was elated to see that one of my favorite perverts had uploaded a massive pile of MILF videos, so I started gathering as fast as my little clicker fingers could go. I like the MILF videos as I am starting to reach their age anyway, and why not just keep your fantasy a bit more realistic?

Ok well I managed to get a really good one with an old favorite of mine named Nina Hartley, and she appears to be getting better with age, but that is neither here nor there. You see me and Nina go way back, because she happened to be the star of the very first porno movie I have ever owned myself. Not the ones that you steal from your dad, or one of the many step fathers that you have had trying to get on your good side, but she actually starred in the first Video I ever owned outright without having to answer embarrassing questions about what I was doing with it, or someone missing it. That movie could have ruined sex for me all together if it hadn’t been so ludicrous to begin with, but it gave me a rather jaded view of what the real world was like. It was called “Debbie Does Dishes” and the name of the movie alone couldn’t even start to describe the stupidity that was put into it.

Now don’t get me wrong, Nina Hartley was hot when she was young, and Rachael Whatsername who was in the movie with her wasn’t all that bad. At least she wore black stockings in it and we all know that in my mind that can salvage any porno movie, but it was a comedy more than it was a porno. I could tell that when my best friend {a lesbian} had bought the movie for me as my twentieth birthday present. I took the thing home and fired it up to see the ever going battle of young Debbie {as in does Dallas, does Vegas, did a few other places but I can’t remember them all} moves into her new house {haunted by a creature called Big Dick} with her new husband {Played by Whatshisname like all porno movies to a guy} and has to do the dishes for the first time. Her friend Rachel Whatsername {with the stockings} comes to visit her and complain about her being domesticated. Apparently they were both rich brats, but I hadn’t seen the Academy Award winning prequels to this movie. Then of course they end up having sex with the Cable Guy {when he comes to install the cable} the Electrician {when he comes to fix the dishwasher} the Avon Guy {yeah in a porno movie Avon is sold by a man} and of course later on by Big Dick!

Now some of the most hilarious moments I have carried with me through my life, came from this movie. I have a stable of one liners that usually only my Looney-Leftie-Lesbian best friend {of over 20 years wow} and I get laughing fits over. The best was when she was trying to clean the dishes lazily and the Electrician who had just gotten done romping her best friend n the living room comes in and asks her for a beer. She looks at him and says “It’s ok not to drink” and he asks her to repeat herself, and she does. He then goes into this tirade saying “Where da fuck you from baby da fuckin’ AA? It’s ok to drink to baby!” and the mere mention of that line will send Lizzie into hysterical laughter. The guy in question was the stereotypical “non threatening” black dude that they used in all the porno movies back in the 80’s because he was smaller {if you know what I mean} than most of the white guys watching the movies, but his name escapes me too. Go figure. Debbie {consequently the same name of my ex wife who had more men then Nina just as an aside so I often get them confused when talking about porn} in the end finally has sex with the neighbor who does the dishes for her, and all is right with the world.

Now of course I am already pretty peculiar as I am watching a woman much older than me having sex with a man much younger than me on my computer, and having fond memories of when I was half the age I am now watching her trying to do dishes. I was probably saved by the fact that I heard the garage door opening, which means that my grandmother is going to be tromping through my office any time now and on her way to her section of the house. This means that I am going to have to put my pants on and get back to the mundane art of writing something and feeling smart. Instead I sat {after putting my pants on … instincts yanno} and mixing my porn and my leanings. This is a dangerous idea for anyone who has their entire wits about them much less someone like me that could use a few more wits on his best day. Now I was reminiscing about all of my Nina Hartley data I have accumulated over the years and the conversations I had been having recently about Heath Ledger, and it came out something like this.

Now I hate to sound like a hate monger but some guy on the local radio station had Heath Ledger on the death pool, and most of the people that know me, know that I had wondered about him for some time. Call it a hunch, but I had a hard time swallowing that he didn’t kill himself recently, but in any regards I will miss him as an actor because he was a genius. I tend to psychoanalyze everything and write a lot of boring things about genius’s that end up being beneath normal in other avenues, and I saw something. It doesn’t relate to this story so I won’t continue, but after reading some of the people who were talking about privacy, and decency and other things, I had some opinions about it. Mostly because he was a famous celebrity and wasn’t entitled to privacy, and because he had said things that had made me question his decency in regards to others. Most of the feedback that I had gotten was along the lines of “You don’t know,” and “How do you think his parents feel?” which is usually the fall back for any argument about death or bad behavior. Again if I were to assume, I would say that his parents feel like shit, but I doubt they didn’t understand full well that he was famous and gets no privacy. It would be logic to assume that a majority of parents of famous people know this because, at this point in history, there have been too many famous people to NOT know these things anymore.

The world always comes down to sex, death and opinions. I accidentally merged these things and it came out like this. I vividly remembered an interview with Nina Hartley’s husband {Whatshisname} and he was asked why he let his wife do porno. Let’s keep in mind that she didn’t just do porno but she did LOTS of porno and is still doing porno well into her later years. He responded with a very humorous and for some strange reason, disturbing {to me now} answer to the question that went something along the lines of, “We did it for the benefit of our children, and I can’t satisfy her sexual needs, so I let others do it,” but that is a very loose interpretation of it. Flipping this question into the harmonious with the other issue I started mulling over how her parents must feel about this? I’m sure that it is none of my business, but I started then wondering about the “benefit of the children” and how they are going to feel when they find out about their mom. You know some kid searching the internet for porn some day is going to say “Hey John, I just found a bunch of films with your mom in em!” I wonder how their parents are going to feel about that? Would I be assuming that they wouldn’t give a shit, or do they get a mulligan on this? It’s none of my business, and I shouldn’t take anything from the mental mumblings of my brain I assume.

I wondered of course at this point {having at least 600gigs of porn sorted and edited like an anal retentive old lady saving collectors plates on their walls} how that behavior relates to me. The mental battle ensued in my own head, because I have my own excuses for having it all. I’m not married, I never had a collection when I was, I am after all a hostage to a bunch of lunatic children and can’t exactly “date”, I keep it from all of their prying eyes, etc etc etc. Even as I am writing this I am acknowledging that I have no pride, but would of course be a bit embarrassed if my kids were to stumble upon it all. I unfortunately have to deal with the fact that their mother is a walking porn movie, and unfortunately has done nothing to keep it from her kids. The oldest finds her sickening and it has never been encouraged by me, but her inability to be responsible is the reason. The oldest has hypothesized that it is because her mother is incapable of maintaining the same relationship for more than two weeks, or maintain a job while trying to accumulate her relationships. It’s adult issues that should really be taken care of by adults, and not hypothesized by a teenage girl, but then again illness {better known as disease, dis – ease, not at ease} needs to be worked on at some point. Ignorance is never a solution to anything, and often is the destructive factor number 1. I should know as I ignored my ex wife’s infidelity to the point that I had three children with an adulteress instead of just 1, and issues to deal with that are “Adult” with people that are not. I ignored this when my mother did it to my father, and my father did it as well. Scary to see how this brain gets from point A to point B isn’t it? I wouldn’t wish it on anyone, but the kids and my dad are all upstairs watching a movie so I have time to go searching through Usenet again ;8o)

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well i am trying something new here by writing my blog today on a cell phone. i am horribly sick and got all of my work done ahead of time and decided to kill the last hour killing time in my utility closet. its quite comfortable actually because i have this old box of rags that i have crumpled in so that it has the feel of an easy chair. listening to harry potter on my ipod and typing this out on my palm centro cell phone on a program called data viz seems like a decent trade off to sitting at home with an old man skulking behind me anyway. this is how this week is going anyway.

unfortunately it isnt exactly easy to be me. both of you who read my rantings last week know that my evil mother was here and it pissed me off knowing that it would ruin the week before my father was here. this of course is the week that my father is here (damn i type really fast with one thumb .. what a loser!) and that is a different type of "oh shit" to deal with. he has the mental capacity of an 8 year old with the reflexes of a 70 year old and i have spent all of that time i used to sleep driving his ass to doctors appointments so that they can yell at him for ignoring thier orders. what a fucking treat!

damn this kills the shit out of the phone battery but the good news is that it might cure my long-winded-ness (this time) but i think i can do this. the doctor today accused him of not taking his pills and of course i believed that he hadn’t but didn’t feel like arguing with him. the truth of the matter might actually be more amusing as the doctor said to his diet could disrupt it as she had told him. he assured her that his diet had been good all last week and then explained how he had eaten a huge bowl of collard greens every night.

this is where it gets a bit foggy as i had tried to let the doctor explain it to him. we all knew that large doses of vitamin k interfere with blood thinners and she did her best to explain it to him. he looked at her pidly and then asked "well how am i supposed to know that collard greens have too much vitamin k?"

the doctor looked at him pretty much ready to accept this casual mistake and i saw the weakness that he had exploited. i blurted out "because you were a botany teacher for 40 fucking years maybe?" and then followed it with my usual "i give up" sigh. i mean if a certified horticulturalist is allowed to blame "scatterbrained" for not knowing why they are getting too much of some vitamin then what chance do i have? chalk it up to schools and doctors giving me no help with my 4 brain dead children. ugh!

Ok back on the desktop where I can use spell check and capital letters. The phone does a decent job making Word Documents but I haven’t figured out how to capitalize yet. Now where was I? Oh yeah, my father. His fly by will last exactly one week this time. He tried to escape quicker, but the plane tickets for Friday would have cost an extra 60$ over plane tickets on Saturday. This will give him an extra day to really sink the smell of that pipe into the walls of my bedroom. My back isn’t going to make it through this round of sleeping on the couch, I can already tell as every stretch I make has rather dire consequences. He will be forced to sit here an extra 3 days on the other end when he comes back in February. He wanted to show up on Sunday and then have me transport him to all of his doctor’s appointments starting the day after but the plane tickets for that day {being a holiday weekend} were all in the upper 300’s. This means that I will have to get up about 3 hours early and pick him up the Wednesday before that. Why do I put myself through all of this? Is it my sense of duty? Is it the inheritance? Is it the chronic brain stress that all the drinking and attempted suicides left behind? Well actually I think it is a lot easier than that really. I have a lot of ground to cover if I am going to con God into letting me into heaven. This should be the ticket before it is all over ;8o)

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The Slammer – An Ever Growing Web Novel – Chapter 4.9

“So what happened to Bill?” Chris asked after swallowing a rather large piece of fish. The story that Lily had just explained to them was a really good one, and nobody had made a sound through the whole thing. He quickly added, “I mean, I figured that you would have introduced him to us at one of the games?”

“Bill hates crowds,” came out of Jay’s mouth even though he hadn’t taken his eyes out of the menu with all of the black and white pictures of all of the local sports stars that had eaten there.

“Bill and his wife moved into our guest house to keep an eye on the place while we have been gone. I can imagine that they have both been curled up watching the games on the big screen in the living room,” Lily added, and then trailed back in with, “I don’t think he’s missed a Red Sox game in over ten years whether or not we’re on the team,” and they all started chuckling a bit. Everyone except Jay that is who is still examining the menu. “I haven’t eaten here since I was about six years old I think, but then again my choices of restaurant haven’t been that great over the last decade to tell you the truth.”

“Looks like the Yankees will overtake the Blue Jays this weekend,” John threw in as he held out the newspaper to show the scores to Chris. “It’s actually working in our favor because they are tearing down the Blue Jays lead in the division, so we are only nine games back of first despite having three teams ahead of us,” John added while Chris nodded.

“You guys play all of the teams ahead of you at least six times each before the season is over, so you can chop most of that away,” Chris said with a bit of a snort and then threw in, “I would have expected head trauma if I had been talking about going after first place a month ago.”

“Yeah kid, lemme tell ya,” John threw in and then went on, “I’m a real homer, but even I have to be in the real world sometimes, and this team was dreadful,” he gave a meaningful look at Lily and then concluded with, “Even a week ago I had just figured that the games were at the very least fun to watch now.”

The waitress showed up with their food before Lily had the opportunity to answer, and everyone began to trail into eating their dinners like they hadn’t eaten in weeks. This wasn’t very rare for Jay, as he approached every meal as if it was the first time he had eaten in months. Lily always considered herself lucky on this account. Many of the things she had read online from other families taking care of autistic adults, had eluded to “eating” as being one of the greatest adventures in futility some days. Lily had never done more than put food in front of Jay and had him devour it veraciously and most of the time, entertaining himself quite well as everyone else would finish their food. The ones that would eat would be just like Jay and take to it well, but then make it impossible for you to finish your meal afterwards or in the reverse, make it impossible to eat because you couldn’t get your autistic relative to do so. Lily had never had either, and realistically most of those bad habits were not an issue.

Jay of course was the one that was hard to get to wear a jacket. He hated jackets and she had decided many years ago that he could freeze to death for all she cared, because even when she forced a jacket on him, he would lose it the minute her back was turned. Again he wasn’t one of those that preferred to be naked either which he had learned many years ago was quite embarrassing, and spent many days telling people at work about the stories she had read on that account. Lily knew it deep down inside that he was pretty much better than most of the autistic individuals that she had read about but it was harder to admit at this point of the game because she had spent so much time treating it like a burden. It’s always harder to admit you were wrong, but Lily can be particularly stubborn.

“If Barceló stays at the level he has, then it is the most dangerous pitching staff in baseball. How’s Jack’s shoulder holding up?” John threw out there afterwards.

Lily gave him her best look of confusion and then said in a surprised tone, “I don’t know what you mean, has he been complaining to you?”

“No, and I’ll let him know that you are defending his secret, but I have known him. I have known every pitcher to come through the Red Sox organization for the last 25 years, and I earn a living looking at pitchers all over the country, so I know when his shoulder looks bad,” he said back giving her a wink.

“I never noticed that?” Chris said with a bewildered look on his own face. “Oh never mind, it’s just going to give you an opportunity to pick on my skills,” he threw out after he saw the smile on John’s face.

“It’s the middle innings now,” Lily said almost absent mindedly. “All Star break is coming next week, and just past the half way spot in the season, nine games back really isn’t that bad,” she then pondered her next words cautiously before she added, “Our problem though, is that the team has almost no veteran leadership at all. Adrenaline will only take the kids so far.”

“They have you and Jack?” Chris said rather puzzled, which made John laugh out loud, and even Jay was shaking his head.

“I’m a 28 year old rookie who didn’t play for seven or eight years, and Jack is like having another younger brother. Just because I am older than half of the team by a couple of years, doesn’t mean that I have leadership skills, their just afraid …”

“Actually, that’s your greatest blessing Lily, the guys in that clubhouse aren’t afraid of you at all?” John interrupted her. “There was a time when a woman in the clubhouse, no matter how good she is would have terrified every guy in there, but nobody thinks about those things any more,” John looked over at Jay who was sitting there looking at Lily and nodding, “Most of these guys played Little League with girls, who were at that age the strongest and biggest players on the team. Somewhere along the way, the girls usually leave the game for whatever reason they do, but a lot of them end up playing with one or two girls who keep up with them right into high school. The fact that all of these guys are so young actually plays right into that because I think that they haven’t lost the belief that a girl can be the best player on the team.”

“I have to back John up here Lily,” Chris then started, “I wasn’t a good baseball player, but when I played in High School we had a girl on the team that wasn’t our best player, but she was our most dependable,” Jay was now looking at Chris, but not nodding. “she was very important because she obviously tried harder, and was very good at being honest with the rest of the team when they needed honesty,” Chris then smiled, “she told me that I sucked every day.”

John couldn’t stop himself when he threw out almost in a whisper, “She couldn’t have been the only one,” Jay went back to his menu.

“We have four games against the Yankees before we button it up for the All Star break next week, so they will be the most important games on the horizon,” John started saying but was interrupted by of all people Jay.

“You concentrate on the next game, and you have a far better chance of winning all of the games. Too many teams talk about the games that they could have won against the teams that are ahead of them, but they rarely look at all of the other games they could have won that would have made it unnecessary to win every game against the team that beat them out.” And with that he went back to his last few French Fries.

“Well whatever coach told you that kid, is a genius,” John said to Jay while clapping him on the back.

Lily looked a bit pink around the face, and looked like she was about to cry. She said nothing and Chris and John both gazed at her a bit startled by the look on her face. Clearing his throat Chris struck up the bravery to be so bold as to try to understand Lily and said, “He got that from you huh?”

Lily looked at Jay awestruck and replied, “Word for word.” … to be continued

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Does anyone out there actually pay attention to television commercials anymore? I mean, I know that commercials are funny and all so there has to be others that pay attention to them. As a football fanatic, commercials come with the territory. With the playoffs going, and the Super Bowl looming the newest batch of amusing commercials are rolling off the shelves, but I am sometimes concerned that people don’t get the reality of a lot of them. I have the opportunity to share some of my experience and be a “know it all” at the same time, and as both of the people reading this know, that makes me happy. It was a good weekend for football and commercials.

Well I imagine that I should first pick on a few of the cartoons that are around the football games because I’m in the general vicinity. I had a few heart warming moments as a vindictive fan of the New England Patriots. First of course is Bill Cower being the only person on television picking against them. This would make the third time that the Patriots have made him look bad in an AFC Championship game, so I will leave it at that. The second and probably most important was watching Ladanian {Everyone knows that I am a stand up guy} Tomlinson sitting on the sideline the whole game watching his team lose a game that they could have won if he was out there. Third was watching Phillip Rivers out there playing with a much worse injury than Ladanian had, and doing the best he could. I am no fan of Phillip Rivers {as you all know} but Ladanian spent the entire season disrespecting him too, and I am at least man enough to say that Rivers played and played hard. I am thinking of calling him L-Rod from here on out because he is probably going to be the greatest player ever and never win shit.

Ok, let’s get back to the commercials for a minute. Burger King has some good ones these days, and the one that really stood out to me was the one with the guy who wanted to go to McDonald’s instead of Burger King because his hands were too small. It was a bit creepy, but humorous all the same. The problem though is that you have to do a “hit and run” with a commercial like that because after about the seventh time I saw it, I started thinking about it. Going beyond the mathematical issues that I had with the commercial, I first started thinking about what a trip to Burger King is like. Yanno what I mean, because Burger King has earned it’s reputation as the place that employs all the people that were fired from McDonald’s and Dunkin Donuts. It isn’t quite as bad as a Kentucky Fried Chicken, but you will be blessed with a bunch of idiots who can’t get an order right, or even finished within 15 minutes. The food will be undercooked or overcooked, if you even get it at all, and expect an argument and more wait when you point out all the things that they forgot to give you.

As we go beyond the obvious, we then get into the non-obvious which takes a sloth like me to point out to all of you. As I work nights it tends to be hard for me to get dinner before I go to work so I tend to live at drive thru windows when I am supposed to be working. I prefer McDonald’s because the people aren’t as stupid and I rarely have to wait 5 minutes {see above} but I do go to Burger King 1 or 2 times a week so the cuties that work at McDonald’s don’t think that it is all I eat. Hey I am a loser but I have some pride damnit! In this instance it comes in rather handy because I can then analyze the Burger King commercials from a realistic stand point. That commercial’s big statement was that the Burger King double cheeseburger has 30% more meat than the McDonald’s double cheeseburger. I am here to tell you that it also has 150% more cost. It is also cooked in a microwave giving you severe ketchup burns, and it also takes at the very least 200% longer to get from your brain to your hands due to the stupidity of the employees working there.

Yes it was fresh in my mind actually because I couldn’t order a double cheeseburger at Burger King the other night when the 2.49 that they were charging for it seemed horribly unreasonable. I chose to get 2 cheeseburgers {which ran me 2.58 but at least I get the extra buns} and started thinking about the fact that the double cheeseburger at McDonald’s is 99 cents and the cheeseburger is 79 cents. Think about that for a minute, even though it doesn’t seem like anything earth shattering, it does demonstrate how much advertising can rob you if you don’t stay well informed. I’m glad I don’t drink beer because Lord only knows how easily those commercials can get to the feeble minded who drink large quantities of it!

Now I am not totally daft into thinking that there is no truth in advertising either. I was having a bitch of a time driving around at night. This is partly because I am getting older and things popping out in the road scare the shit out of me now. This part of the country is over-run with deer and every night at least 3 hop out in front of my car on my way to and from work, and it was getting to the point where I was driving as slow as my grandmother. My mind remembered the Sylvania Ultra headlight commercials. Could it be true? I spent a staggering 36 dollars for a pair of them for my car, and put them in. I can’t even explain properly the difference that they made in my driving. They reach about 20 yards further forward but more importantly they light up everything beside you {like woods full of deer} like spotlights. I also have to say that the lights seem to keep the deer from actually running out into the road as I drive down it, but at the very least allow me to see about 10 to 20 yards into the woods and have plenty of warning if anything as stupid as a Burger King employee is about to go running in front of my car ;8o)

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It’s amazing how much of my world revolves around the country of Australia. I happen to love their politicians. Some of my dearest online friends live there {including the woman who stole my heart and refuses to give it back} and I will even admit that Air Supply makes a great torture device when I am at work. The country has a horrible habit of interfering with my life though, and this weekend in particular, my television has been glued to an arena in Australia with seemingly no hope of getting away from it. I would like to say that I am just a casual sports fan, but then again I would have a hard time proclaiming myself an expert, and thus losing my only paying gig writing. Tennis though has always been an easy sport to ignore, since most people really don’t care about it. Realistically the only other sport I watch religiously that nets me less popularity in writing is bowling, so I still have that to fall back on.

I have been enthralled with the Australian Open this year, and for very good reason. Sports are something that people watch for two reasons, which would be the home team {and one’s loyalty to it} and the insurmountable upset through hideous odds. Needless to say most people do NOT find a home team in tennis, and rarely does anyone have a home player, but tennis has always produced characters. I have seen some characters reminiscent of the old days challenging the brass of the courts, and some of them really tested them. I also see a bit of a football mentality in some of them this weekend and found it quite endearing. Roger Federer {the BIG name in Tennis right now} was taking on this upstart from Serbia {formerly the bulk of Yugoslavia} by the name of Janko Tipsarevic. I realize that you probably haven’t heard the name but you will.

I saw this match the next day as the original play was during “Daddy Duties” and it was actually after I watched the Lleyton Hewitt {although Australian, my favorite tennis player} defeat Marcos Baghdatis {a higher ranked player from Curacao who actually is an Australian open favorite and practically considered a local} which ended up being the latest match in Tennis history {ended around 4:30am Australian time} and really should have prepped me. Those two were like warriors out there, as Baghdatis curled in his ankle badly and played through a strain to force a fifth round. I thought the match was over and just sat stunned as he kept coming from behind, and finally fell. I had assumed that I had just seen the best match of the Open {since I hadn’t gotten scores or updates until I could see Federer} and little did I know.

The fascination in watching Tipsarevic though was in the way he played. As I had mentioned before it was like watching an old tennis match {charging the net, playing the whole court, viscous backhand, softer serves} mixed with football strategy {calling for challenges late, blowing out the timing, strategizing his clothes in between sets} and it was all driving Federer NUTS! His slow spinning serves were getting Federer who plays in the new tennis age of “stand back and slam” and the attacks on his timing through time outs and late calls was making him wave his racket like a pissed off child. In the end what it got Tipsarevic was a bit of notoriety for a great “almost” though as Federer won, but it was after a 10-8 in the fifth round. There are a lot of variables in this, not the least of which is that he seriously wore the number 1 tennis player in the world down and showed better players a rather interesting map into perhaps a good upset. What he probably did above all else was give everyone some good solid advice from a man who isn’t even ranked in the top 40 when he strode to the podium after the match and said “Nobody wins when they go into a match thinking ‘I’ll make a good show of it’. I walked in there knowing I could win!”

I was officially hooked at that point and have absorbed over 20 hours of tennis in the last 24 hours. Part of it was seeing the old ways of playing, but I seriously attribute it to hearing a young guy from Serbia who had no business playing against Federer like that tell the rest of the tennis world something they should have heard a while ago. The women’s game has been a lot better than the men’s game over the last decade because of the lack of parody. At least in the women’s game you have David and Goliath, but the little unknown Chinese players drive the big guns mental! There are also a lot more big guns on that end too. Scrappy players tend to be really fast on the women’s end and I always wondered why there wasn’t more of that in the men’s game, especially seeing how confusing it was today.

I also have to give credit to the announcers this year. Even that idiot Patrick McEnroe did a very good job. The woman there that they kept sending out to be insulting to the Australians sitting around the big screen outside the arena at least made me laugh through her idiocy, and fake Australian accent. Knowing Aussies a little bit helps when you see the way they look at her while she does it. A few of them gave her looks like they were going to cry, and others started looking around the ground while she talked {probably hoping that a snake or spider would bite her} but they put up with her as best they could. I am not saying that the whole thing will be the rebirth of tennis the way it used to be, but perhaps the hybrid of what it used to be with some of the better aspects of what it is today, and that is a good thing if you ask me. I think tennis may be back ;8o)

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Well it’s about time. It’s the question of a man as to how they are able to deal with their own intellect. Some of the most brilliant people of the world have gone down in history as being less then all they should have been, and it is almost always their own fault. I read an article once trying to explain how Bill Clinton, couldn’t keep his dick in his pants because he was a genius, and all people who are “set above” others have a lust for power that in the end will create a craven need. I actually might agree with this because I tend to put the term “genius” into a much larger scope then the actual meaning of the word. By changing the word to clever or gifted you can change the scope to encompass a much larger sampling of what might drive a man insane by his own prison of the mind.

I will never go as far as to call Bill Clinton a genius, but I will say that he was {and still is} the most gifted and clever politician of my lifetime. I agreed with hardly anything that he did, but I will say that he was able to convince a lot more people towards his way of doing things than I could have thought were possible before him, and that’s saying something considering that he followed a man by the name of Ronald Reagan who was a very close second. Their ideals were both different but their ways of rallying people to support them was masterful. In its own right one must also assume that Adolf Hitler was equal in stature of charisma, and cleverness and I only have the luxury of hindsight to place all three of these people in different historical places as everyone else does.

I bring into this picture Albert Einstein who nobody will ever doubt his genius or his charisma, but rarely will you meet a person who knows what a deplorable human being he was, or even how incapable he was to even take care of himself. The theory of relativity didn’t keep his dick in his pants and his own intellect didn’t tell him that he wouldn’t be able to take care of himself in his later years when he was unable to keep a wife to do any of those things for him. To contrast this with a man who was far more intelligent, like say George Washington Carver who was never greedy, lived a good long time, and helped humanity through brilliance that I think will never be matched.

A man who was trapped in a prison of brilliance to a downfall that should have been befitting of one like Adolf Hitler died yesterday. My own personal feelings about him are still clouded because I truly would like to see the good in him, but again, insanity through brilliance should never be an excuse because realistically Bobby Fisher was a charisma short of being one of the most dangerous men on the face of the planet, and that really should be addressed honestly. I originally thought that his death was a finality that deserved a party, and did a little more reading first and the jury is still out. I sit here, Marc Anthony at the funeral of Julius Caesar with the knowledge of Brutus. Dick Schaap was correct when he called Bobby Fisher insane {he doesn’t have a sane bone in his body}, but the United States was also correct when they treated him like a criminal. His rant after 911 is slowly becoming his eulogy, more so than his “Cold War” victory over the evil Russians, and it makes me sad.

Personally I have to keep my mind focused when dealing with a cancer, and remember that the eradication of a cancer is all that can be done to stop the dying within it. Bobby Fisher was a brilliant chess master, who has more “end game” maneuvers named after him than any American born chess player in history, but he was also one of those vocal hate mongers, who like Adolf Hitler, found his solace in the blaming of the Jewish people of the world. Again I say that it is fortunate that he had no charisma whatsoever, and that may be the only thing that keeps people {like those fools in Iceland} from truly acknowledging how dangerous he could have been. Even today I saw a smattering of news people trying to excuse his particular brand of evil, as being a “fluke” by an eccentric man.

What actually surprised me in all of this was that the “news” station that has been pretty unwavering in what Bobby Fisher was all day has been ESPN. This is quite shocking because ESPN being a wholly owned subsidiary of the Disney Corporation {Anti-God and Anti American to it’s own ruination at times} while it’s sister company ABC News is on the “Misunderstood Martyr” bandwagon. There are good reasons for this, and it plays out pretty simply that ESPN and ABC News while both owned by Disney have their own fore-fathers and apparently there seems to be some respect amongst the new guard at the old Entertainment Sports and News {ESPN} branch of Disney Inc. Like them, love them, respect them, hate them the people that brought ESPN to where it is happen to be the same Jewish people that Bobby Fisher really declared war on over the last couple of decades, and I was happy to see Jeremy Schaap’s confrontation of Bobby Fisher in Iceland after that country made him a citizen to avoid prosecution in the United States.

Sadly, I have to say that I would love to just sit back and look at Bobby Fisher the chess master with the feigned sarcasm of a person who reminds everyone that Hitler did bring us the Volkswagen, but I can’t. I have never read Mien Kampf despite all of the people that have said it is an important historical document, and I would still say that it isn’t enlightenment to do so. I would love to come to praise Bobby Fisher instead of bury him, but I can actually do neither in those regards. He was a very sick man that praised the attack of my country, and would have rejoiced in the death of everyone in it. His reasons for it were NOT valid. This all started with his hatred of the Jewish people {to which he was one by birth} and ended with the ignorance of another country who prides itself on being “neutral” even though it only seems to benefit those that support genocide. It only appears to support my resolve that I like my genocidal idiots dead by a bullet in a desert far away. It’s why the soldier that “accidentally” shoots Bin Laden while scouring a hole far away will be a hero to me. We don’t need the show. ;8o)

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4:04pm ..

“You know that your mother is coming? Greektradgedius Intraining just went to pick her up and she’s here until Thursday,” chimed Greektradgedius Inyiddish as she had just invaded my space within minutes of savoring another Colts choke. Even though I had muttered “whatever” and did my best {as always} to make her feel unwelcome and just go away, the real answer would have been “FUCK NO I DIDN’T, and YOU Fucking Know It!” but what was the point? I have learned over the last 5 years of living in the third realm of hell, that my opinion or happiness means little. Spending this week trapped like a rat in my own house followed by a week of babysitting a mentally diminishing father is of no matter to any of these harpies.

The last conversation I had had with my mother was actually to her answering machine while I was out in Florida. I am weak, like are all men in the realm of Gandor, and can’t be trusted with a ring of power. I was down there, I was scared because I had no money and was worrying about my mentally unstable father, while all of the grifters down there had ransacked his house and stolen everything that I had hoped to live off of while down there. At 37 years old {despite 37 years of evidence that it was totally foolhardy} I got a message on my voicemail from my mother, and I called her back hoping for some emotional support. She never called me back. It makes sense because dealing with a 37 year old son who was scared and confused would have been just as hard, if not harder than dealing with a 6 year old son who was scared and confused. We all know how she dealt with that, and worst of all, I know how she dealt with that better than anyone. I actually didn’t let it get to me, because I was the idiot for thinking it would do me any good.

I came home from taking my father to one of his bazillion doctor’s appointments during the time he was here and received the message from GTIY that my mother had called looking for my father. She was “Really Concerned” about him and wanted to know what was going on, and I was LIVID! My mind finally snapped into focus as I realized that the last thing my mentally diminishing father needed was to talk to that manipulating harpy that has only talked to him long enough to borrow money over the last 3 decades, and this must have been the route she was taking after she realized he wasn’t dead, and I didn’t have an inheritance. I was focused when I stated unequivocally that if anyone in that house let her talk to my father “I would fucking kill her and then fucking kill them,” which appeared to be understood as I spoke so eloquently in the old Saxony. I swore {as always that I would never speak to my own mother again, and I had every intention of fulfilling that oath, and made it completely known when I refused to talk top her on Christmas.

Let’s go back a few months to when we were having all of the wars between the holidays, and you will see why it makes me so angry. My family put me through agony over allowing my children’s other family to be involved in their holidays. They beat up on me every time their mother calls them, and they create complete and unapologetic havoc because I married a loser. I married an untrustworthy slut. I had children with a bad mother. I did exactly what my father did. After I was done with all of my screaming over their hypocrisy in all of this because they make my life a nightmare for wishing to have nothing to do with my equivalent of my children’s biggest bane, I was stupid enough to think that they may have finally understood. More proof that I am a total idiot. More to the point, it is more proof to why I have to get out of here and never look back the second my children are past the age of 18. It was after all what my father did, and he was correct, even if he is a burden at times to me, I totally understand where he stands when he refuses to live here.

There is no relief from any of these things either because the people that I live with are either too stupid or too evil to accept that what they do is just plain wrong. The second my mother arrived here GTIY came down to tell me and demanded that I come upstairs. I told her to fuck off {and yes it is a complete acceptance of my wonton need to disrespect those around me as they would do to me} so she then started sending the kids down to do it every few minutes. Now just to put it all into perspective it wasn’t just the fact that they sprung a visit from my mother on me, but they did it during football, while I was writing in my novels. I was LIVID, and started telling the kids that I was too busy. HOW FUCKING DARE THESE PEOPLE! She finally just came barging down into my space {and why shouldn’t she, they ALL DO} and of course like anyone else around here, she needed things from me. She had a broken laptop, and an MP3 player that she couldn’t get working and wanted me to fix them for her.

Her old Dell {Chinese for “Piece of Shit”} laptop had a totally burned out power inverter, and because of that it never would power her stupid MP3 player, so I took the easy way out and gave her one of my old laptops {5 year old IBM Thinkpad} and set up the MP3 player to work with it, while I tried to salvage the rest of my Football day. This is what you do in my family unfortunately. You buy off your peace. I fucking hate this, and now here I am sitting in my office simply praying that everyone will leave me the fuck alone, which isn’t easy considering that the schools are closed today because of another 3 feet of snow that fell last night. This also equals hell at work because snow means extra work, and what was to be my last week of peace before my father comes back to stink up my bedroom while I hurt my back again sleeping on the futon will be ten fold hell. The best news in all of this is that I have finally decided that this is war, and will spend the wee after my father leaves making everyone in this house pay. Ok it felt good to say that but realistically it will be back to praying for the next ten years of my life to end so I can escape ;8o)

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It was a cold night as it always is this time of year in Megalopolis, but it doesn’t deter from the stealthy nature of everyone’s favorite Super Villain turned Super Hero. The hallowed halls of the dreaded Pink Mafia {PMHQ} were almost vacant but for the few that Pink Mafia Capo’s leave to spy upon the Caped Pervader as he tries to get through his weekly tasks unencumbered by the usual tirade of morons that would usually be there. There appeared to be extra mercenaries on hand on this evening as well, for the foreign embassy of Tempspanica had sent a few of it’s henchmen in to do some sort of tasks here and there which must be beneath those in the hierarchy. The people of Tempspanica {aka No Hablos} speak languages unbeknownst to most at PMHQ and it is one of the few things that actually make the diabolical Paco Taco useful to the PMHQ.

Our hero in this story happens to be the only other person in the facility which can bungle his way through the foreign tongue of the Tempspanicans {if he feels like it anyway} and is often forced to give English lessons to Tempspanicans with all of his free time, but tonight he didn’t feel like it. Tonight Paco Taco also wasn’t here which meant that his favorite henchman “The Toothless One” {TTO} was in charge of the Tempspanican invasion force. TTO unfortunately has a hard enough time speaking English himself and it often creates quite an intelligence vacuum in the PMHQ when one is forced to cross translate his chosen language {Goober} with English, but to watch him try to communicate with the Tempspanicans in his own dialect of broken English, is to say the least, amusing.

Now of course there are other problems with the Tempspanicans that most people have a hard time acknowledging, but the advantage of being an internationally recognized Super Hero, is that the Superdaddyman has no problem whatsoever. As these particular Tempspanicans have never had any dealings with the Superdaddyman {well it would be pointless to send the same Tempspanicans after the Superdaddyman had busted another crack in his ass teaching the last batch English would it?} and the fact that the Superdaddyman had not acknowledged them, they hadn’t realized that he understood their secret codes. When in a foul mood at the end of the week, the Superdaddyman can always find a way to make his own advantage of these things. Superdaddyman also happens to be the keeper of one of the great Tempspanican secrets. A lot of them use the art of “No Hablo” to their own advantage or in some cases their own amusement.

Now on evenings like this the Superdaddyman likes to get a lot of his more “labor intensive” jobs done without all of the morons and inbred that befoul everything they touch around. There is nothing worse than mopping a nasty floor {after scrubbing it on your hands and knees} just to have idiots walk all over it with that air of entitlement coming out of their fat mouths. “I need to get some of the Hostess Products out of the vending machine to add several more pounds to my fat ass!” is not really that warm of an excuse to someone watching muddy footprints get planted all over a floor that would have been dried in another 15 minutes. In this instance, it is a bunch of Tempspanicans who haven’t done enough work to require energy, and pretend not to speak English when you tell them to stop. This is when the Superdaddyman has to break his cover and explain it in Tempspanican. It sounds like this, “Tu Fucking Maracones!”

Now of course at this point TTO has come along to find out what all the screaming is about, and most of the things that the Superdaddyman and the Tempspanicans are yelling at each other translate quite well into Goober. As a matter of fact, aside from not involving beer, it would have seemed like one of TTO’s family Bar-B-Q’s from what we have heard, but TTO wasn’t exactly here to discuss anything with them because he had spent a better part of the last 3 hours looking for the Tempspanicans. The one place that they haven’t seemed to be apparently was where they had been set up to work. This worked out pretty good for the Superdaddyman because he was able to watch them all finally get dragged out of his way. TTO might not be as diabolical as Paco Taco, but he is about 4 times his size and even the Tempspanicans can understand the Goober sign language for WORK {resembles two little men being dragged by the scruffs of their necks} and he was able to re-clean much of what they had messed up, and then sit down and start working on the Tempspanican to Goober to English dictionary that should make him rich!

The night bounded along innocently enough until the Superdaddyman heard a loud crash and leapt to his feet. “This looks like a job for Superdaddyman!” he then cried out before he ran into the break room. One of the Tempspanicans had “accidentally” smashed out the front window on the vending machine, and then used the art of “No Hablo” to try to explain it all away. The Superdaddyman started combing his Superdaddybrain for the correct procedure during times like this, which involved the Superdaddyphone and three numbers that started with 9 and ended with 1. This set of Tempspanicans had already worn out their welcome with the Superdaddyman. The half hour of explaining it to the police {or should I say describing their vehicle as they finally learned how to move quick and speak English while Superdaddyman was on the phone} when they came in was worth the last two hours of having no Tempspanicans to deal with. Actually to be honest with you it was a bonus kill really since the Superdaddyman can’t stand the guy who owns the vending machines who will be in to ruin the clean floors around 4am anyway. ;8o)

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I can hear it already “here he goes again” coming from the mouths of both of my dedicated readers, but it is after all “that day” when I have to go in and vote for my presidential candidate. I rant like a lunatic just about every year, because voting in the primaries has become a total waste of time, but I do my diligent duty every year. To a hail of jeers I am always willing to admit I am a Republican, and I have been ever since the Democratic party has been hijacked by weirdoes {notably I was a Democrat when I voted for Tsongas over Bill Clinton in the New Hampshire primary} and decided that it was best to just admit that I was a Republican and fight the fight over there. Since then though the Primary system has been hijacked as well, and it doesn’t matter what party you are affiliated with because you can grab whatever ballot you feel like.

Now despite the sycophantic whining that I hear from the wishy washy every couple of years when I complain about this, I stand pretty firm that only Republicans should chose the Republican candidate and Democrats should chose the Democratic candidate. I point out quite fixedly that we have had bad candidates on both sides of the political isle ever since they initiated the “come and go” voter registration in this country. The horribly uninformed, dispassionate, uninvolved masses simply walk in and vote for whomever they “heard” they were supposed to vote for, and in a lot of situations simply to vote against the other. Anyone who is angry that Bush has been president the last 8 years can firmly blame the lunatic fringe of the Democratic party, because they started a huge campaign in New Hampshire to go vote for McCain instead of in their own primary, and the Republicans around the country went and voted for Bush just to keep McCain OUT. There were better candidates that could have been elected had this childish crap not gone forward, but we also have to blame the two worst presidential candidates in the history of the Democratic party running against Bush in the general elections as well. This too was caused by the “I have to vote for him?” mentality and look where it has gotten us.

I’m going to pull the lever for Huckabee despite the fact that he is slated to lose badly in the New Hampshire primary. I make educated decisions and because of that I am still running nearly perfect in primary voting. My candidates have NEVER won the general election, and in most cases the people I vote for in the general lose too. I am no expert but I am terrified this time around because the campaign has gone on so long now that I know without a shadow of a doubt that the two best candidates will never win the primaries and the candidates that have been chosen by the media are unanimously the most scary we have ever had on both sides of the isle. The Republicans have made it a battle between a former mayor with no morals whatsoever, a senator with no sanity whatsoever {better learn Spanish people}, a governor who was so hated when he left office that he made Massachusetts even more Democratic then even I thought was possible, and an actor who doesn’t even “act” like he is really running. The thought of the Democrats parading out a woman who was the reason that her husband lost the house and the senate {that health care bill still gives me the quivers}, a senator who’s only credential is that he is black {sorry to be blunt but every time he opens his mouth I feel doomed}, a man running around talking about the “poor America” who is filthy rich from suing people and pretending to channel dead spirits in court {proud of me for not bringing up that he has never met a loved one he couldn’t kill off for pity either?} makes me ill. The Democrats actually have a very good candidate by the name of Bill Richardson running, but he will get killed. He’s not “lunatic fringe” enough to win a Democratic Primary. If it were a contest between Huckabee and Richardson I would be happy with either of them!

Let’s face it, we are doomed by our own inclusiveness, and we always will be. Rather than accepting a certain set of norms, we will always do our best to change our ways in the hopes of integrating other. Those that seek to kill us for simply being “us” know this dirty little secret and it always comes down to our own inability to accept that “including” those that don’t want to be included, shouldn’t be an option. Actively recruiting those that don’t believe in anything that you do is ridiculous at best but integrating them into your body like a cancer is fool hearty. I go through this with people on religion quite a bit too. It has nothing to do with being a religious zealot either, but if you completely disagree with a certain religion then you are NOT a part of it. Demanding change from within a church is rather infantile, but equally as destructive. It comes down to your set of beliefs and how you believe is what makes you what you are. If you don’t like the way Catholics worship then you are most likely the idiot for sitting in a Catholic church with hundreds of other Christian fellowships to chose from. Your belief system should take you to the one that works for you instead of playing the martyr to change the one that works for others the way it is.

Politically speaking this is the same theorem, because I sit and listen to people with their laundry lists of things that they want to change about their political parties. The answer to the rant is “then you are not a member of that party” but the problem in that is that realistically we only have two parties to choose from in this country. I actually get that but there is a certain amount of cowardice in this as well. Starting a new party is too difficult for people and there are enough excuses to "not do it" as well, so why try. Despite the rancor, I actually believe in about 98 percent of what the Republican party stands for and I vocalize that which I do not. I am actually one of those evil Pro-Life people, and have my reasons, but I would never vote against a Pro-Choice candidate. It’s not a political issue and would take more than any one candidate is going to do to change the law on abortion. I used to love the dingbats that believed that Bill Clinton personally kept abortion legal, while at the same time totally neglecting the fact that G. W. Bush did absolutely nothing to make it illegal. Perceptions will always keep people in power or out of power and the Pro-Whatever debate has been one of the greatest weapons against the dreadfully ill-informed. People are all over Death Penalty issues as well, but perception keeps everyone from knowing anything. If that were my biggest regards then Bill Clinton would have been my man. His record of presiding over death row inmates deaths was impeccable. He even watched a man with an IQ {officially} of being severely retarded killed after he left half of his “last meal” for when he got back from the execution. This of course occurred during the presidential campaign. The governor after him {Huckabee} gets ripped for commuting too many sentences, but it takes someone who looks into these things to judge, when you merge the two and get an obvious outcome. Happy election farce ;8o)

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Oh woe-be-gone is the life of an A Class Super Hero of such amazing prowess as the Superdaddyman. Despite the greatest of means and superior mental ability, it is quite a task for the greatest super hero known to mankind to try to deal with the most awe inspiring gang of super villains ever assembled. Sure there were a few times when that whole Spider smashing combination of Venom, Doctor Octopus, The Green Goblin, Sandman, Carnage, and The Vulture looked formidable, especially with The Kingpin pulling the strings, but let’s face it, The Superdaddyman would have been mildly bored taking down that troop. When dealing with such vicious, conscienceless, craven lunatics as Lazius Boycrazius, Imtoocutus, The Diabolical Captain ADHD, Greektradgedius Intraining, and the strings being pulled, knotted, and burned at both ends by Greektradgedius Inyiddish, it leaves little time for sanity. This is, after all their time of year to create havoc and chaos that those light weights that grace the covers of the Comic Books, could never understand.

It was a mere two days ago that the Superdaddyphone {powered by Sprint} rang and at the other end was one of Superdaddyman’s operatives stationed at the Casa-Di-North {High School} who had been keeping look out over the Muscle of The Terrorist Organization Known as the Evils’s {TOKE} Lazius Boycrazius, with bad news. Despite the amazing mental abilities of the Caped Pervader, he had somehow been lulled into a false sense of believing that Big Evil had been tamed as of late, or at least house broken. She had been involved in many activities at Casa-Di-North which had always been believed were “Merit Based” and would have been taken from her by the administration should she fall behind in her training there. It has been a time honored tradition among the reputable institutions of discipline across this great nation that “failing” means you can’t participate in electives, so the Superdaddyman felt confident that he had finally gotten her involved in electives and because of this she would apply herself. At the very least, the Superdaddyman was assuming {when you assume you make an ASS out of U and ME} that by being expelled from these activities it would at least be an early warning device. If Superdaddyman has one weakness {which all of you fine boys and girls should know by now} it is his overwhelming need to believe that some things in life will merit assistance. WHAT AN IDIOT HUH?

The voice on the other end of the Superdaddyphone was not cheerful, it was not wavering, and it was not mistaken. Lazius Boycrazius was failing classes and not handing in homework, and she had successfully disposed of her progress reports and notes that were being sent home from administrators at the Casa-Di-North. The Superdaddyman should have been shocked, but was unfortunately NOT shocked in the least. If anything he was mildly surprised, because this would be the fourth time that these things have disappeared, and the “educational” department makes it easy enough to do so. It would be the norm around here for the “educational” system to ignore it’s responsibilities to take away electives when Lazius Boycrazius has decided to simply not do the work, and worse than that her diabolical little mind manipulates these things and people with college degrees in dealing with people like HER fell right into it. As always she simply waited it out and pushed the limits until she realized there were no limits and then simply quit.

Now what actually infuriates the Superdaddyman in all of this {and I am sure that someone understands his frustration} is that it is simply another one of those things where nobody will help install responsibility or even encourage it. Superdaddyman was forced to have a “sit down” with Lazius Boycrazius and lay down the “law” which included taking away all of her electives. In the goal of “wild animal” training it simply falls into the mind of the “wild animal” that you are training that “Superdaddyman is mean” as apposed to “There are certain expectations with responsibility.” It would be an acceptable situation if they would at least sit back and say “Oops we’re idiots” like the Department of Human Services does when they fail to make The Mother of all the Evils’s pay her child support, but on the contrary the people that were supposed to make her ineligible to be involved in these activities call the Superdaddyman and try to make him feel guilty for removing her himself! What in the name of God is an Evils’s supposed to learn from all of this other than “Superdaddyman is mean!”

Now here is where the Guardian of the Gates {Greektradgedius Intraining} comes into all of this as she like the Superdaddyman has had to fight the fury of the evil Greektradgedius Inyiddish throughout this entire endeavor. Calling a spade a spade it is obvious that GTIY hates teenage girls. She has done nothing over the last year but point out every fault that Lazius Boycrazius has ever had and what faults she has from moment to moment. Some of it is true but most of it comes under the heading of “nit picking” at best. It has been immeasurable tyranny to try to micro-manage the Casa-Di-Evils’s with GTIY stomping around ready to whine at everyone at every given moment about Lazius Boycrazius’s faults and what she ought to be doing instead of her electives, and it had brought the Superdaddyman to the point of having to have loud {very fucking loud} discussions with her over “leaving her alone” which now has not only made an ass out of the Superdaddyman, but GTIT as well. GTIY has NOT been smearing our noses in all of this {or at the very least hasn’t been doing the “I was right you were wrong I am gonna sing the I was right song” in front of us} but that is merely because the Superdaddyman and GTIT have both installed a certain fear of death in her if she should choose to. The Superdaddyman would actually accept a certain amount of this because he feels really stupid in it all, and is thinking more dreamily about the fact that he only has 3 more years of this before “golden footprint” number one gets applied. It’s rather sad actually, but she is simply biding her time to use this weapon later.

It doesn’t exactly end here though either unfortunately for the Superdaddyman is also dealing with the second round of some of the things that might have made Lazius Boycrazius what she is. Captain ADHD is now in the fourth grade at Casa-Di-West where they are gearing up to send him off to Casa-Di-North completely ill prepared to be there too. GTIT has been desperately trying to head this off, but the Superdaddyman fears that she is fighting a losing battle as well. Despite his amazing amount of ADHD, and other learning disabilities they are giving him work that is far too difficult for ANY fourth grader. This was affirmed by GTIT and the other teachers at the school that she teaches at {eighth grade} who wouldn’t give the work load to THEIR students. Captain ADHD is already displaying the signs of what {sadly} is the only solution to impossibly difficult tasks in most people, which is to simply quit. The Superdaddyman tried to have logical conversations with the people on that end and they are using the normal pabulum of “We have a high standard” to which the Superdaddyman was forced to point out the obvious of having been down this road before. They may have a high curriculum but they won’t fail anyone either. Evils’s will be victims of this every year as they will get pushed along to the next grade after struggling for air for an entire year without learning anything. ;8o)