Thursday, February 22, 2024

The Answer


Sometimes I ask dear God and Jesus
If He could find a way to pleasus
By sending  answers , I suppose-ess
And I ...could I be His newfound Moses?.

I cannot climb the great Sinai
my mountain's  only six feet high
The answers from those tablets clearly
Showed those  laws that You hold so dearly

But what about my faggot friend?
Did Your crack pipe bring your ultimate end? 
How much was a gram of coke then?
Was crystal meth made with desert sand? 

Why through some strange moral contortion
Have You allowed my sister's abortion?
Does 100 proof vodka make You puke-ess?
Can we kill Islam before they nuke us?

When great Moses scaled Sinai
were his people on a heroin high?



I am waiting
For reply
To my
Bellowed cry
For the answer..

The answer
Might it be
A queersome
Mystery...?
A game without
A victory...?
A lie.

Waiting  waiting for reply
But if the answer is a lie...
Then bury me
Under live trees

And tell me
The answer
Tell me
The answer
Tell me
The answer

Monday, November 6, 2023

Horses Suck

 


Horses suck. I almost got clocked like this several times because I only gave the horse one carrot and it wanted the whole bag. Feed 'em twice a day, and there is absolutely no gratitude! Scritch their long face in the places they can't reach, and they will bite you when they tire of it, and then turn around so you can scratch their gigantic butt. If you get clocked like this, it is not a careless accident by one of God's big beautiful beasts. It is attempted murder! ...and their aim is incredible and accurate. Don't bring people you love to come see the " horsie's" Bring people you hate, or want dead. Believe me, it is not just a pecking order thing. They aim to kill! Ingrates!

I suppose there was a time when we needed the beasts to cart us around....but now we have the automobile thank God. There is no need for horses, except in a MacDonalds big mac thank you.







Monday, September 18, 2023

Funeral Fights


  Emotion.

Whatever brain chemistry or osmotic chemical flow that produces it....is sometimes a matter of 'personality'.

I had a guy once, question my personal sadness upon the death of a good friend.

My own distinct ' personality'....made me promise him that upon "his" death..."I will not shed a tear! "

Death is a funny thing sometimes. It conjures some of the most unlikely behaviors and responses...beyond those of solemn remorse and reflection. To some, it is a time to "get it all out".

The underlying contempt.The seething subdued anger or jealousy. The things you always wanted to say but could not....... until meeting at Death's door somehow allowed you a chance to unleash...really...the most unlikely of responses.

And then, enter the vultures. Greedy loveless claws grasping for deaths booty, as their loved one watches from the heavens in somber disbelief?

Still, I am proud to be human... (elrok: "What Doesn't Kill You" )

What doesn't kill you....
It is weakness..not strength..that lets a heart harden. Better to stifle the raging pain than feel it. Is there strength in blunting what is your human emotion? Have you evolved in yourself a callousness that you consider strength?
The strength is in keeping your ability to muster emotion. To feel,...to love,...and to love again. It is in weakness that you build a fortress to keep the pain in these emotions at bay. If there is any truth to be found in the cliche'..."what doesn't kill you makes you stronger"....you must find out exactly what it is that you have made strong. Is it the new barriers to empathy , love , or emotion? To the passions that make you human? What has made you stronger, just may have killed the human inside.
Keep strong, and do not build these barriers. Your humanity is your strength....


Thursday, September 14, 2023

What Is Your Art?


I was watching  a Joe Rogan podcast a while back and the guy he had as a guest was kind-uv-a flake.  But somewhere in his strangeness there were more than flakes , there were hidden golden nuggets.  I know you gotta be careful when you open your mind to people who are strange.  But I always say : What is strange? It is  that which you don't know. Maybe the shortcoming is yours! 

 In his quest for the " true meaning of life", (.... in a hippy-esque fashion, ) ....he explained that,   for him...the meaning of life is "ART ."

It is  what distinguishes us from dumb animal.  Formed from your very own swirl of brain chemistry, your "art" is your own, only to be copied by others.

 Perhaps, just perhaps.....your "ART"...is the deepest part of you. The most beautiful part.   Perhaps,  the Heavenly side of you ?  Things stolen from the ether of your mind?  Developed  for eternity to fill the darkened voids between Heaven and Earth? 

Everyone has an art!   And it's not necessarily what you think it is.  

What is your ...." ART?"  

Some people sing...like angels.  Or devils !

Some draw pretty pictures formed from their own 'brain swirl'.

Some are great orators capable of conveying true meaning to the masses.

Some are authors of books that changed the world!

Some are authors of a simple letter that gave great joy to a single person .

Some were given angelic qualities that spread light in the darkness. 

Some help shade  the blinding light so others won't be dunned by it.



Art...can be as simple as the words you utter or the confidence you portray. 

 It can  touch a single heart. 

It can change the world. 

What else truly distinguishes you from any other? What else in your package of human goodies could deserve more adulation ? 

Never thought of yourself as an "artist" ?

Your art is your own.  You may not have noticed it before, but take a good look. Recognize it in yourself, and in others. Upon your  revelation, be proud of  this intrinsic  part of  your humanity. 

 Perhaps, it is Heaven sent?

Saturday, August 26, 2023

dEJOY AND TRUST


Dear Congressional Leaders, 

Trust. 

How important is "trust" in a relationship?   It is integral.  

We do not TRUST the United States Postal Service.

Loss of trust in any relationship will lead to it's  erosion and eventual failure. As employees,  our relationship with the U.S. Postal Service requires trust.  Recent actions and inactions by the present Postmaster General have decimated trust amongst its workers. 

It begins here.  The weakest craft with the weakest union has been discovered,  and it's weaknesses have been  exploited.  In this instance, I am talking about the N.R.L.C.A.  ( National Rural Letter Carriers Association)  and the hard working letter carriers that rely on such an entity to communicate with their employer, the United States Postal Service.

Who is in control?   Who ultimately is responsible for postal operations  and communications?  Your Postmaster General, Louis DeJoy. Recently, he has tried to throw his hands in the air and claim that recent corruption within the service is  ..." out of his control" . 

  One of the easiest  ways to eliminate a problem, is to pretend there isn't one. 

The manner and philosophy in which DeJoy has implemented parts of his "10 Year Plan" is more than unscrupulous. 

Dejoy seems corrupt. Or inept. 

... Or worse, ...completely cognizant of his intentional failure to communicate and advise as  a MAJOR change in the system for compensating rural carriers evolves.  It seems that this failure to communicate  has come either through ineptitude or blatant purposeful suppression of the information required to adapt to such changes.

The RRECS system for evaluating rural mail carrier compensation has been conjured in an effort to eliminate the older , well established system.  The new system ( RRECS) has been implemented, with absolutely no information or training provided.  Many of us believe that this was not ineptitude, but intentional. Postal leadership has decided to keep us in the dark.  

Knowledge is power....especially if you are the only one with that knowledge. 

DeJoy has decided that he will attempt to " dis-empower"  the rural letter carriers of this Nation, by keeping them ignorant..and actually WITHHOLDING vital information.  He has provided NO information about this new system, disseminating only  that  which he perceives will further his agenda. 

Now, what of that agenda?  Is it  to make the U.S. Postal service fiscally viable?  Perhaps , ultimately,  there is an agenda and desire to privatize it?  What will DeJoy's " 10  Year Plan" actually reap...when he exhibits these shady behaviors ? 

His plan , and the manner of it's implementation, will further erode the service and dissolve any remaining faith and confidence in the U.S.P.S. as an employer. 

We, as rural letter carriers and employees of the United States Postal  Service, desire SUCCESS for our employer!  We are PRO POSTAL SERVICE!  Why would we want anything else for the entity that employs us!?   

Dejoy and his method of withholding information to keep us powerless,.... will leave long lasting metaphorically visible scars throughout the craft.  He has sowed a terrible seed of mistrust amongst his employees. This mistrust will weigh heavily on productivity  , and become a destructive force in any effort to fiscal viability.  Does DeJoy understand the value of his employees?

Trust. PM General DeJoy seems to deem it unnecessary or irrelevant.  However, we all know that 'trust' is at the very core of any relationship, ...even your relationship with your employer.

After 36 years as an employee of the United States Postal Service.....  they no longer have my trust. 

We  are asking that an investigation into DeJoy's methodology and  implementation of the RRECS system of rural letter carrier compensation be made,  and an attempt to re-establish TRUST be initiated. Though severe damage has been done,   it can be repaired....but time is of the essence. The weakest union in the U.S.P.S. has filed a level 4 grievance , which needs to be addressed AND RESOLVED immediately .  Further delay will deepen the scars DeJoy has marred on those under his employ. Prompt action is needed.   Though the USPS  is a pseudo private corporation, it is your congressional right to control it.  The Postal Service has become like a 4th branch of the U.S. Government, complete with it's own police force!....  only there seems to be no checks and balances. The U.S. Constitution has laid this task squarely in the hands  of our trusted Congress. 

  " When the Constitution was ratified in 1789, the Postal Clause in Article I, Section 8 gave Congress the power "To establish Post Offices and post Roads" and “To make all Laws which shall be necessary and proper” for executing this task." 

Thank you for your efforts, and thank you for your service to our country.  I know your job isn't easy.

Sincerely,

 

Friday, August 18, 2023

The Knife With the Jagged Edges

 


They all are smilin' at you 

as you walk into the room 

  and compliment your posture as 

you stride 

You didn't feel it coming 

when  it stuck you inside

  as you pulled it out you felt the Jagged Edges. 

Wincing pain and misery

  Look around so you can see 

who stuck the knife so cleverly 

inside.

The one with the Jagged Edges.

The one that slit your sides so easily and was so hard 

to pull out.

Feel it tug at your skin. 

Barbs that tear and rip. 

Look around and see no startled faces.

Look again and see no guilty eyes. 

        Only smiling re-assuring ones. 

And think who's hands once held these Jagged Edges. 

Who?


Monday, June 26, 2023

Horungen


 



 


                                        https://youtu.be/oLEf7-Ma0kM

Have you ever been mistreated by a governmental entity?  Perhaps the DMV?  The Post Office? Your local law enforcement officer? The IRS?  

It can baffle the mind how these agencies and those under their employ can  survive  knowing the way they treat each other and the general public. 

Sometimes, I get confused...and I forget.  

They are not real businesses.

 They are ....  '  bastard ' .....businesses.
 Born out of wedlock and without  the true functioning spirit of  entrepreneurialism . 

A man has an business idea!  After a well planned courtship... and after painstakingly pondering it's potential for financial success, he begins to fall in love with it.  A decision MUST BE MADE!   Does he let it go and settle for an ugly maiden?  NO!!  

HE MARRIES IT!    promising to himself that he will do whatever it takes to make it succeed. 
     
                        His idea !   " HIS "....beautiful , wonderful IDEA!  

 Immaculately  conceived  ..then gestated.... birthed ...nurtured. and grown ...and given  the loving ardor it takes to make it successful.  He knows that the next 30 years of his life , though formidable, ....will be spent in  loving dedication to the one he loves.
 
Someday! Some...day!   .....if their marriage proves to be on solid ground, he may propagate. 
He will reflect  upon his creation with a sense of pride...and revel in it's success.  His little entrepreneurial endeavor becomes much like a son, or daughter...and he has  love and pride in his creation!  

None of this exists with a governmental agency.
It is a place without a soul, often filled with mental misfits that  fill the void. 

These bastard businesses are often born after crazy wild nights of loveless sex. 
Whomever thought to risk engaging in this risky sexual behavior, knows even while he is spewing loveless shots of ejaculate into it...that he will NEVER  be the nurturing parent. His ugly  retarded bastard son will actually survive more than the typical  year or two . 
He has breathed life into an eternal entity carrying the mark of the beast. 

Not worried though.

 When his bastard son with it's  strange and dastardly ways begins to grow and require  some special needs..... or when it's appetite becomes insatiable and it demands  more food and care  than his adoptive parents can provide .....there's always food stamps to get them through.
 He has accepted that his  satanic insatiable illegitimate child is a Beelzebub  . It  will consume souls.

And it will  most likely live for an eternity! 

But that's ok....others will be doing the parenting.

DONT BE FOOLED BY THESE GOVERNMENTAL AGENCIES!. 

Remember...they are NOT REAL BUSINESSES! 

Blind without the drive required for valuable  foresight,... and VOID of  the determined  spirit and loving  passion of entrepreneurialism,... they see  no need to please those under their employ... or even to please their customers!  

Every business failure will be met with subsidy.
Every employee an irrelevant replaceable drone which  can be treated with careless disregard. 
Every customer  unearned, unimportant, and often unwanted!



 


Tuesday, September 13, 2022

Glue the Hoof Hoppah's

 So...your feet are fat. Super double wides with a hint of toe-nail fungus? You just bought two new pairs of $190 shoes to satisfy your bossman....and the twenty-five miles a day of toiled trudgery you put on them at work...has your ape-sized hooves busting the seams?!

SOLUTION:. 3M's 5200 Marine Adhesive!

Now, don't cheap out on some Walmart brand bathroom caulk! You gotta get the good stuff. Then...go back to work in dem hunnet niney dollah hoof-hoppahs! You may meet some ridicule...but that's ok. Maybe they will focus on your shoes instead of your zombie personality or your lax work ethic

😉


Thursday, September 1, 2022

I Will Not Shed A Tear For You


Eyes straight ahead

A solemn gaze

Stoic and unflinching .

Focused .

This man 

whose tormented heart aches 

in the loss of his love ...


Tears restrained

by levies built strong. 

No weakness here.

Faith, only Faith.


He stands for the eulogy 

and feels a fog of anguish

enveloping him . 

' Stand strong! '  he thinks to himself

'Do not succumb'.....

His weakening knees will not buckle!

...unless in prayer..


He is intent 

on blocking and channeling

 the torrents of would-be pain 

to his reservoir of strength. 

"I will not shed a tear, my dear....

for you are not gone from me

and my heart."

"I will not shed a tear for you."


He stands in prayer and ovation

to the woman he loves

and delivers his eulogy.

The love in his  smile

warms the room

and comforts her friends and family

Waves of pain

attempt to overcome him

but he will not concede.

" You are with me still, my love.  I will not shed a tear for you"


The Faith he has built 

in the course of his years

guide him to a place of peace..

The warm memories that   light up his face.

 takes our pain away , 


Hidden tears break the levies 

and  roll down the side of his cheeks..

his mind filled with loving 

recollections.


"I will not shed a tear for you, my love. For you are  not gone, and will remain with me forever"

I will not shed a tear.




Friday, July 8, 2022

Woman Power !!!

 


“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free...'jes don't be birthin' no babies! "

I'm beginning to think it's genetic . Half of this country could not see the gross inhumanity in human slavery,...so blinded by greed and self-serving that they actually FOUGHT for the right to OWN A SLAVE !
Today, half of this country refuses to acknowledge the sanctity of life ...and will FIGHT for the right to end it without care or regard. It's not half women though. Almost 40 percent of women believe in the sanctity of the life in the womb.
THESE....are the most POWERFUL women.

What the others desire is relief of conscience, and will adulate the devil to find that relief.
Removing the fetus is not like razing scar tissue, cutting out cancer, or sucking out fat in a liposuction procedure. The duplicity in your hypocritical government's leadership may have you temporarily bamboozled.

Today, half of this country hates religion yet feels obliged to exude an almost religious reverence to the liberal left. Whatever they say is Gospel. The hypocrisy is stunning.
It is about the sanctity of LIFE.

It seems pretty easy today,... for me to see the flagrant disregard for the sanctity of life in big city murder rates , mass school shootings, waged wars.... an irregard and disrespect that has eked it's way into every aspect of today's society....from television and movies, ( John Wick 1- 77 killings, John Wick 2- 128 killings, John Wick 3-98 killings) to video games (like GTA, Mortal Combat, Call of Duty),
to much of the most popular modern music. Thugs are cool, so be a thug cuz Biden forbid you might be called a Karen!
So eliminate the life. If there is one thing I have learned after 40 plus years of the argument, it's that WOMEN HAVE THE POWER!
There is not much I can do about that....and I concede. For me, there is nothing more POWERFUL than your capture of another human soul in the fetus, and presenting it to the world with a sense of pride and wonder.


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Wednesday, June 30, 2021

Death of my Wife ( a narration by Lucias Rochester)

 

 

I try to fall asleep...

   but I can't

because the door is open and

the cold breeze makes my teeth chatter


I lie awake because

   the world baffles me

and my mind like a fly in honey

drags through the thoughts 

of the day 


Making me think.

         bouncing endless pointless thoughts

            off the corners of my mind.


My eyes are closed,  but my mind

    WILL NOT SURRENDER to the tranquil 

state of sleep.


Instead, ..I think,..and arrive at no conclusions.

Stray thoughts combining with each other

trying to join......to fuse.....


Ending in a grappled mass of confusion.


My eyes are burning, because

       I've been staring at the ceiling for 

an hour..and didn't realize they were open.


They saw nothing but the tangled stray thoughts.

They were open, but they could not see

     the reality of the ceiling.

They were blind to that and oblivious...

Somewhere else......


I CANNOT REST!, because

    I reach for the warmth of your body..

and long to breathe your air!

                And you're not there...

I have to wonder if you will be again..


BE CONTENT, CONTENT....

                              ....AND FALL ASLEEP!

Lonely souls live...and tell of your affliction.

TRUST in God and goodness

                 ....do not weep....

It's the key to lasting peace.


You will sleep well tonight and LIVE tomorrow! 


And the sun will shine..

...or the rain will be refreshing!   and wet....

And the cold breeze will feel good,  and make you sleep..........

        



Monday, October 19, 2020

"the MAN" at Dunlawton

                                                                    "The  'MAN' "
                                                              "  The 'BOY SCOUT' "

I never understood why they don't have a " thumbs down" button to click on in this Facebook thing.                                           
     YES,...you can be legal...and STILL have something to worry about! 
At about 3 a.m. last November, while fishing in my kayak for flounder, I stopped off at the Dunlawton approach to use the restroom on my way to a couple of islands. I pulled up to the ramp and was scurrying to the restroom, when a shadowy figure suddenly appeared from behind the bridge's concrete pillar. He started walking towards me REAL FAST...and cutting me off on my hurried scamper to relieve myself because of the cold, wet night. 
     
He did not identify himself....and, seeing as it was 3 or 330 in the morning...and we were the only two under the bridge on this dark, cold, lonely night...I thought maybe someone was coming to ROB ME!. Luckily ( in retrospect), I wasn't carrying my concealed...because I might have readied it. 
I stopped and prepared myself for a potential short conversation...and shouted out a short 
"Hey Hey, How's it goin'?"
 
     There was no response.
 
     A few steps later, my mind started to think "defense"....and I gazed back at my flounder gig and started walking 'fake'- casually toward my decked out - trolling motor- titled- and -registered -with 3" registration letters on both sides and of course , a running lights, anchor lights, life vest, whistle, flares, and my handy-dandy five year ...."yes ,you are allowed to eat catfish and puffers-but-throw-everything-else-back".... Florida Fishing License. 

     Regulating a Kayak!? Yup! I have on many occasions been the "easy prey" for these fellers, as they stop and empty and check the entire length of my hull for fish.... and check all my credentials for my 3mph 'lectric motor kayak....as a speedy 30 some-odd foot Cigarette boat powers through the manatee zone at 50mph. 

     Well anyways, I started to feel a little relief when the shadowy figure approaching began to come into view. 

     Sheeewsh! It was just a boy scout! Er, well,...maybe a Scoutmaster...as it was a man dressed in green khaki shorts and high tube socks and a scouts highly decorated uniform. 
But uh-oh! Nope! The decoration was a BADGE...and this was " the man".

      FWC!!!

      I said to him " "ah,...you're the "Man! I was wonderin' who that was!"
He didn't smile or greet me or anything, just asked for all my credentials and safety equipment , then asked if I caught any fish. I was embrarassed a little, and told him "nahhh, nuthin'".. He said "Do you mind if I check your hull?" 

     Well of course I mind! You practically just called me a poacher and a liar!
 I didn't tell him that,...I just thought it.
 I practically 'begged' him if I could 'PLEASE' go use the restroom while he checked the hull. "You know how it is"...I explained. 
The cold wet water, 45 degrees out, and any man knows that you start to begin the 'urine release process' in that situation WELL before you reach the urinal....so I was ready to 'power wash' some porcelain in them Dunlawton facilities, for sure.
 He seemed pissed, pardon-the-pun...but gave me the okay. 

     It took me about 3 1/2 min to empty the bladder, and when I got out he seemed even MORE pissed cuz I took too long! I don't know what his real issue was..but I was thinking to myself... 'Maybe he's tired....or maybe he hates the night shift....or maybe I'm ugly...or maybe he was napping and my damned self prompted him into obligatory duty. Or maybe he was only one-centerfold in to that stack of PLAYBOYS on the dash of his SUV ( which was purposely well-hidden in the dark shadows of the bridge pilons). Whatever the case, some 25 minutes later..he did walk off in a grumble. Sorry boss...I scored 110% on your little field test. Maybe next time.

     I was pretty much done for the night...and was a little ticked-off that he interrupted my 'quick-dash' to the restroom, and I wished I had just pissed into the riverwater like everyone else. One good thing though...as soon has he left the SNOOK started THRASHIN' the schools of finger mullet under the bridge! I strapped on a red-headed bomber and got FOUR SNOOK! One in the SLOT!! I guess I should thank the gestapo man instead having this 'bad-attitude' about being called a thief and a liar by "the man".

      But I won't.                                                                                                                                                                       <script data-ad-client="ca-pub-5988437317975630" async src="https://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/js/adsbygoogle.js"></script>

Friday, August 7, 2020

2nd Amendment Fantasy

The right to ' Bear Arms '

No...not the right to have the bear arms from this fuzzy beast!

....The second amendment....was not so much a right to bear arms, as it was a right to have the means necessary to fend off a potentially all-consuming , powerful and oppressive beast..... a.k.a. the ( U.S. ) "Government." 
 Threats to freedom are both foreign ..and domestic !.

Amendment 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.'


However, it is TOO LATE!


We have relinquished our freedom in hopes that we can trust 'THE STATE' to keep us safe. 
What has developed  is an overpowering military and a para-military police force ever growing and ever empowered to make you OBEY! 
The only way to maintain a "militia" powerful enough to secure a 'free state"....would be for everyone to have a small nuclear arsenal instead of a gun rack full of metaphorical pellet guns. 
Why does Orlando need a tank !? Why does Daytona Beach need riot gear?
 Tear gas, flame throwers, grenade launchers?
Airplanes, choppers, speedboats, jetskis, tasers, bomb robots?
High powered weapons, armored trucks, M-16's and M-14's?
Mine resistant vehicles, armored vehicles, Mustang 5.0's?
Bayonets, sniper scopes, mine detectors!!??
Tens of thousands of machine guns, camoflauge, night vision, thermal detectors?
Underwater sound equipment, extreme cold weather trousers, ?
This militarization of your local police forces ...become the military DISGUISED as a police force!
 These are just a small taste of the military-grade arsenal that law enforcement officers have at their disposal – with the military handing them hundreds of millions of dollars’ worth of equipment. These are tools of WAR....or for the National Guard,.. that should be stored in your local Armory! 
Got an old musket that still fires? 
Feeling confident with your  gun cabinet full of pea shooters? 
Well it's time to think about exactly what it will take for a 'well regulated militia' to ensure freedom.  

We are Pooh's with Popguns!  Outgunned, out tech-ed, and helpless against  overpowering government  and police force that is armed to the teeth to 'control'  the 'enemy' :  It's own citizenry!!
 Wallow in blissfull ignorance while you stockpile your pea shooters if it makes you feel empowered. 
 But in reality, your 'pistol' is an inadequate  waste of time... 




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Wednesday, July 29, 2020

Bees, by an enemy of Joyce Kilmer

Bees


BY AN ENEMY OF  JOYCE KILMER
I think that I shall never see
A bug lovely as a bee.

A bee whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the flower's  sweet flowing breast;

A bee that looks at God all day,
And lifts his hairy arms to pray;

A bee that may in Summer wear
A nest of pollen in her hair;

Upon whose bosom nectar has lain;
While  busily buzzing my orange grove terrain

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a bee.
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Friday, May 22, 2020

Here's Your Sign

There will be times in your  life that you gain experience you never wanted.
At this time in my life...I have found myself thrust into the dating scene...divorced , penniless,..and getting old!  Sadly cursed by an introspectiveness that will not allow for delusional fantasy when it comes to rejection..the reality of it all becomes strikingly clear.
 And so, after  putting together  the top ten "Online Dating Tips For Men".....I decided to offer Part II in this little series: :   " Obvious Unheeded Rejections :  Here's Your Sign! "

1) Guys,  if you initiate conversation ,...one of the first things you should ask her is this:
 " What time is it?" 
If she hesitates, rolls her eyes,  walks away, seems bothered, or asks why you don't have a watch.....you have FOUND her!!   A woman that is not even willing to give you the time of day!  Probably should propose as soon as possible....but write your marriage proposal on an old Wendy's napkin and duct tape it to her car door handle. What the hell....she can't love you any less!

2)  If she brings up a boyfriend two seconds after she has given you the time of day.....it is a defensive shield against further encroachment .  I know,  I know....you did't ask about her boyfriend!  She's letting you know she is taken, and that entertaining "you" is not "trading -up".   Keep wearing that broken watch you have have on just for style, and continue to drive that car that is three-times your mortgage payment.  You will fool one someday....

3)  When you attempt to make a small pass at a girl that you KNOW has  ZERO PROBLEMS when it come to attracting men.
  " What have I got to lose"?   ...you may ask.  " You'll never know if you don't try!!"
You douschebag!   What you will lose is any sense of self-worth as you begin to realize your inadequacy as man to the female race.  And of course..you will lose your pride, your dignity, and any self-confidence that remained after your ex-wife left you for her drug dealer..
.  Not only will she "not date" you....but she feels no need to protect your fragile male ego.  In fact,  she is even a little bit "insulted"...that you would think yourself "worthy" enough  to even IMAGINE a circumstance where you two are together.  So,  she will use anger ....or cop a contemptful silence....hoping that these learn-ed techniques will make you hack off your ballsack and go away..

4) Fails to expound.  Expound.  That's a nice way to put it I guess.  Most women THRIVE on frivolous bullshit and drama.  If you offer a juicy tidbit of   goobery gossip...and there is no response...the " no reponse" part is for YOU!!   She does not want to engage.  Check back on her in 5-6 minutes and see if she isn't spreading your shit around town with hot oozing drool dripping from her lips as she savors , shares and expounds on  the tasty gossip.  But not with you!!    Loser.

5)  She says  "I can't go out with you....You're like family !".   Huh?  Family?  You have never even considered this,.. and have faithfully lusted over her  smokin' hot body and sweet face for years!  But now....OH NOW!!    ...you realize your thoughts have been TABOO.... and even INCESTUAL!!  YIKES!!! 
The best you can do is apologize and move on.  Perhaps you  can add a small branch to your family tree for her....or make your own special  "like family" tree.

6) Invitations.   She has always talked about going to see " The Phantom of the Opera"....  So, you invite her and she finds some excuse.  Movie invite.....excuse.  Lunch invite.....excuse. Party invite...excuse.  Dunkin' Donuts invite.....excuse.  Go ahead,  if you really gotta prove it to yourself after all of that...then just GO AHEAD...and do it.  Ask her what time it is....you poor witless maggot scum  douschebag.

7)  Other boyfriends.  If you are one of many 'men' she makes time for....then she is not afraid of losing you!
 If she actually shows you jewelry or lingerie from her other 'strictly platonic' relationships with other men....it is your duty to contribute as well! You should be willing to share her ...and,  may the best man win! That is,...until a better man comes along..

8) Getting the hint:   Understand guys, YOUR REJECTION... it's not really a hint at all!! 
 It's pretty dang obvious!
 But guys see women they want through this 'oracle of hope '...and still believe that somewhere,...... in the shitty hand they  were dealt with an ugly face , lack of status, or outright poverty....they MAY  still have favor with the 'gods' and fate.
 All of the obvious signals fade away and  that... one.. flicker... of.. light.... that remains ,... feeds their  hope :  "Well,  at least she didn't spit on me!  :)  " 
And if she didn't spit on you,  there's still a CHANCE!!  Right?

9)  Social Networking:  " She doesn't hit the "like" button. "
Of course,  it is JUST THAT SIMPLE!
 If she likes you, even your most stupidest jokes and memes will be goddam HILARIOUS!  . If she ain't hitting the "like" button.....let all your painful paranoid social media thoughts on 'why' rise up from hell's fury and slap you 'cross your ugly-ass face. She don't like ya! But it's okay.  Your mother did when you were 4.

10)   Introduces you to her single parent friends: '  "You are worthless to me,  but maybe my friend is desperate enough and if she is I can get you off my back! "   
 If the words :  " You should meet my friend..."   comes up in the conversation,  consider yourself "out".   

Well guys,  that's only ten rejections.....and I think I got several hundred within the first 24 hours of online dating.     Don't give up hope!!!   Just try to understand when "hope" is futile!    Good Luck!!
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Thursday, April 9, 2020

Curb Your Dog



Dogs and Horses on Beach!!

                       Frolicking so happily in the giant sandbox!

Splashing
....dashing...
  So joyous and carefree!
   ....romping around  in the ocean waves....!


                     
                          Seems like such a gleeful and nature loving event!

           

  Just remember,  that this is FLORIDA!  ....and around this time of year, our climate has  pretty much made the transition from "sub-tropical"---  to full-on "TROPICAL".


   Along with your favorite dog or horse,  come other little nasty creatures...that tend to thrive in the warm, moist, tropical  August Heat.

The State of Florida becomes a gigantic petri- dish....with all sorts of bacteria, and lovebugs,  and Zika virus carrying skeeters, and magical mysterious microbial brain swelling amoeba. Blooming exotic collections of mutating microscopic creatures bubbling up from the swamplands,   gurgling in the retention pond bath waters, morphing  daily  , or even hourly,  ..so that your slowly evoluting human form  cannot defend against them.

Now, as for that dog or horse....even if you were "responsible"  enough to pick up after them,  there is a very special problem,  especially in August.




                                        Cutaneous Larva Migrans!!



      YEEEECHHH!!    Or,  once they enter the human skin....a condition called "Creeping Eruption".

Just lovely!!    Once you get it,  retrieving happy memories of you and your playful puppy prancing around on the beach...will become much more difficult!   You may even think angry evil thoughts about punishing  your cursed furred friend, and start planning a trip to the dog pound. Though it's not his fault,  once you feel the EVIL of this condition......you will understand this burgeoning frustrated contempt!

Creeping eruption is a skin infection  caused by hookworms. The infection is also called cutaneous larva migrans or sandworm disease. Creeping eruption causes severe itching, blisters, and a red growing, winding rash.  These gooey, larvally, wiggling, thriving creatures wander meanderingly between the cutaneous and subcutaneous layers ...causing an intense itch as they wriggle around aimlessly under your skin!
                             

                           Hookworm eggs have hatched!

.... and the larvae have found your thin layers of skin a good temporary host!



Don't mouth kiss your dog!!
Don't  lick your dog or let'im lick YOU!
DO NOT ACCEPT those lovable "doggy mooches " all over your face and eyes!
REMEMBER!!!,  your dog sleeps 'in-THE BUFF'.!!..so,  don't let'im into your sheets.
De-worm you canine friend regularly!
And when you are out slave- scooping it's feces God love ya, ....catch the maggotty-mess before it lands in the sandy soil,  where these wormy creatures begin their life cycle....


                                     
                                                 

                          When you visit your doctor....BE PREPARED!

   (especially if your fantastic ObamaCare  health plan makes you choose from a list of crappy  providers with teen-age doctors who are fresh out of med-school to save money!)

   Many of these inexperienced doctors will diagnose these creepy crawlers as a "fungal infection",   or athletes foot.  Be aggressive!    Know the difference yourself!   Once properly diagnosed,   the doc will undoubtedly attempt to prescribe a topical IVERMECTIN.   It won't work.  Unfortunately,  you will probably have to do a course of ORAL IVERMECTIN,...(or in effect,  swallow some bug killer.)  It will make you queasy and maybe nauseous,  and could damage your liver.

But if you experience this condition,  you will happilly swallow the prescribed poison ......as you begin to realize that the only other option is a loaded 30 ought 6 resting squarely under your chin as tears roll down your cheeks and on to your trigger-finger!