tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61768622876520775032024-03-18T03:47:24.238-07:00Finding FreedomElrokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07324180182011271558noreply@blogger.comBlogger230125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176862287652077503.post-67728397327724490102024-02-22T13:49:00.000-08:002024-02-22T14:34:22.275-08:00The Answer<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5hi5Uj13mabOK94QDZ3G1sKA5UGLM7C74QhQ2R9k4DlS0L7AGgPZpvdJgQSyuvMY01NTtpUBAXv19E-H2VLctgtBCtq9VLmrXimdnArm0FxVAf1nErsSgqr9mKktKc2WwUu0m9QTi3WTrHoR3K5a8EDi4B4d9CCtLJRiyEC5fLOwaYkld-K47-FaYi4Mf/s658/417507719_1035504450874210_6261580038454633384_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="658" data-original-width="500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5hi5Uj13mabOK94QDZ3G1sKA5UGLM7C74QhQ2R9k4DlS0L7AGgPZpvdJgQSyuvMY01NTtpUBAXv19E-H2VLctgtBCtq9VLmrXimdnArm0FxVAf1nErsSgqr9mKktKc2WwUu0m9QTi3WTrHoR3K5a8EDi4B4d9CCtLJRiyEC5fLOwaYkld-K47-FaYi4Mf/s320/417507719_1035504450874210_6261580038454633384_n.jpg" width="243" /></a></div><br />Sometimes I ask dear God and Jesus<br />
If He could find a way to pleasus<br />
By sending answers , I suppose-ess<br />
And I ...could I be His newfound Moses?.<br />
<br />
I cannot climb the great Sinai<br />
my mountain's only six feet high<br />
The answers from those tablets clearly<br />
Showed those laws that You hold so dearly<br />
<br />
But what about my faggot friend?<br />Did Your crack pipe bring your ultimate end? <br />
How much was a gram of coke then?<br />Was crystal meth made with desert sand? <br />
<br />
Why through some strange moral contortion<br />
Have You allowed my sister's abortion?<br />
Does 100 proof vodka make You puke-ess?<br />
Can we kill Islam before they nuke us?<br />
<br />
When great Moses scaled Sinai<br />
were his people on a heroin high?<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
I am waiting<br />
For reply<br />
To my<br />
Bellowed cry<br />
For the answer..<br />
<br />
The answer<br />
Might it be<br />
A queersome<br />
Mystery...?<br />
A game without<br />
A victory...?<br />
A lie.<br />
<br />
Waiting waiting for reply<br />
But if the answer is a lie...<br />
Then bury me<br />
Under live trees<br />
<br />
And tell me<br />
The answer<br />
Tell me<br />
The answer<br />
Tell me<br />
The answer</div>
Elrokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07324180182011271558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176862287652077503.post-77585482864026122532023-11-06T15:53:00.002-08:002023-11-06T15:57:42.610-08:00Horses Suck<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1qlWWWTqsKlcd2Vw_RMXveBsbGfb5NK10GKF2jhXmKiWjSxYUX4JKrOQQo2J4VYf118b8NgWdQLLq8l_mNg1ZT3WMEyDyZNRSR2RIEQuqtev_BvtgyJgDiSwSsrGgoBRZrY9v8sr9ilBKPX_pCJuZlHXkqPXAQJ-3q-DxjUBcCZonqwv_AMxteSuAwtFS/s259/300579249_2420192941468800_1169306294535398154_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="194" data-original-width="259" height="194" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1qlWWWTqsKlcd2Vw_RMXveBsbGfb5NK10GKF2jhXmKiWjSxYUX4JKrOQQo2J4VYf118b8NgWdQLLq8l_mNg1ZT3WMEyDyZNRSR2RIEQuqtev_BvtgyJgDiSwSsrGgoBRZrY9v8sr9ilBKPX_pCJuZlHXkqPXAQJ-3q-DxjUBcCZonqwv_AMxteSuAwtFS/s1600/300579249_2420192941468800_1169306294535398154_n.jpg" width="259" /></a></div><br /><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">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! </span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><a style="cursor: pointer; font-family: inherit;" tabindex="-1"></a></span><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">...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!</span></span></span><p></p><div dir="auto" style="font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">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.</span></span><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: #050505; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuwhnMYPoqb4kiQme7rjAONRmdacHkOE1ISSJAk2YxQuUjoyOnnu3tK_EEkySkx9fjoUEMzrCpNHWXhUHp2rLIDWAHpb-OvLk2S6eXt8r4IsSFoklo9SSSmmunxPjftDqENxzXpzvNoI5gIMIBGyqXkSpiN00TMlAPnat3uZFGesgObcCnYquuKZUsr1bd/s275/300410584_2420193188135442_386831305074719655_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="275" data-original-width="183" height="275" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuwhnMYPoqb4kiQme7rjAONRmdacHkOE1ISSJAk2YxQuUjoyOnnu3tK_EEkySkx9fjoUEMzrCpNHWXhUHp2rLIDWAHpb-OvLk2S6eXt8r4IsSFoklo9SSSmmunxPjftDqENxzXpzvNoI5gIMIBGyqXkSpiN00TMlAPnat3uZFGesgObcCnYquuKZUsr1bd/s1600/300410584_2420193188135442_386831305074719655_n.jpg" width="183" /></a></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgZEU0yeqD8lLyx0OIqqJnPuYwg5QFrsYB5rSf3GdK70amprgEdEyzemI1V5-eeKl3qEbn3ts_bYgeZkir5s6IGs3dUBCqAen2oWgOfbjdSCZGm_qXguqZzxjB0amGT1zrZB9ou2ifV6BrP9dbpsSX0qgU77FVY7KQ2m2h7YOOhYsmM9lP9v9VuK-0Fvaw/s259/300794210_2420192828135478_698557024116394577_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="259" data-original-width="195" height="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwlfFb8OQXLMhLQA6P9fw-iR646pnQDSNUUvH4GJxJAbQ4Z2Ik_Y4gq8rg7dC2l147xhyphenhyphenMToY6fbsANZruWkUt11l8tMIukA9IYmxmleLGGVr5bW17_Sl_vyEayq2qTvkUBhS4z7188llsPR9Ui6VEPqvEJKqW2UIGMhSywSL_zPqNMhX0nyrJ2pbqPltN/s1600/300426106_2420193248135436_5155631281542811786_n.jpg" width="195" /></a></div><br /></div><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505;"><br /></span></div>Elrokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07324180182011271558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176862287652077503.post-33301175024890707222023-09-18T09:53:00.003-07:002023-09-18T10:10:52.882-07:00Funeral Fights<p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyjJbRoaU1E7dVea2Dj6TC0pvmDFaqjWzizL8dD5uGPk6p0AE6scRcd3om1bc7OftNZ9c0By1LwAJqFwnk5CQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></span></div><span style="color: white;"><br /> <span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Emotion. </span></span><p></p><p><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Whatever brain chemistry or osmotic chemical flow that produces it....is sometimes a matter of 'personality'.</span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">I had a guy once, question my personal sadness upon the death of a good friend. </span></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">My own distinct ' personality'....made me promise him that upon "his" death..."I will not shed a tear! "</span></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> 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 </span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><a style="cursor: pointer; font-family: inherit;" tabindex="-1"></a></span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">"get it all out". </span></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">The underlying contempt.The seething subdued anger or jealousy. </span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> 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. </span></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">And then, enter the vultures. Greedy loveless claws grasping for deaths booty, as their loved one watches from the heavens in somber disbelief? </span></p><p><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Still, I am proud to be human... (elrok: "What Doesn't Kill You" ) </span></p><div class="l7ghb35v kjdc1dyq kmwttqpk gh25dzvf jikcssrz n3t5jt4f" style="font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">What doesn't kill you....</span></span></div></div><div class="l7ghb35v kjdc1dyq kmwttqpk gh25dzvf jikcssrz n3t5jt4f" style="font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">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?</span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"> 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.</span></span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Keep strong, and do not build these barriers. Your humanity is your strength....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVq_jJOWLG3j4mJ3kwKQaVU50wkKcKLn-mqOiMrXFWdNOCxO94p-nQAXAc5AbeHZBEljdPKbPmk6hzB5wW8QIjoEu1m-MKg8cnJ8Aw0setMogN5GgE7R4sYJlpLctcOb_Rz5tIiabfB4CS3T6DO_8luCuu-uiUsuRpsetZx2KpTP3niMtTB8dGdEJ_kvCu/s300/download.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="300" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVq_jJOWLG3j4mJ3kwKQaVU50wkKcKLn-mqOiMrXFWdNOCxO94p-nQAXAc5AbeHZBEljdPKbPmk6hzB5wW8QIjoEu1m-MKg8cnJ8Aw0setMogN5GgE7R4sYJlpLctcOb_Rz5tIiabfB4CS3T6DO_8luCuu-uiUsuRpsetZx2KpTP3niMtTB8dGdEJ_kvCu/s1600/download.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /></span></span></div></div>Elrokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07324180182011271558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176862287652077503.post-31801481703802719142023-09-14T18:16:00.002-07:002023-09-15T04:22:25.095-07:00What Is Your Art?<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/AUryK-_rPic" width="320" youtube-src-id="AUryK-_rPic"></iframe></div><br />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! <div><p></p><p> 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 ."</p><p>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.</p><p> 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? </p><p>Everyone has an art! And it's not necessarily what you think it is. </p><p>What is your ...." ART?" </p><p>Some people sing...like angels. Or devils !</p><p>Some draw pretty pictures formed from their own 'brain swirl'.</p><p>Some are great orators capable of conveying true meaning to the masses.</p><p>Some are authors of books that changed the world!</p><p>Some are authors of a simple letter that gave great joy to a single person .</p><p>Some were given angelic qualities that spread light in the darkness. </p><p>Some help shade the blinding light so others won't be dunned by it.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p><p>Art...can be as simple as the words you utter or the confidence you portray. </p><p> It can touch a single heart. </p><p>It can change the world. </p><p>What else truly distinguishes you from any other? What else in your package of human goodies could deserve more adulation ? </p><p>Never thought of yourself as an "artist" ?</p><p>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. </p><p> Perhaps, it is Heaven sent?</p></div>Elrokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07324180182011271558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176862287652077503.post-25560351173821073142023-08-26T06:56:00.003-07:002024-02-22T11:00:13.059-08:00dEJOY AND TRUST<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje9Tkib2iJJIFBwyuXZkWm0JpjoUdcFr3vldoP6DdWq07Qw3V5_DdfIbY8CXj3-dweWHzRGzOS2Z2rIbpDrmKLNVfu-TUGmb4v1xtu6xT47RblK3KBalq6QcPJL2S8GxOXnyQk7pNwPVO61bDC_bFvHdRoLQwWu_zHjRpPFenFx-0Hc8k7z9v2LLXlWvyz/s300/download.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="300" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje9Tkib2iJJIFBwyuXZkWm0JpjoUdcFr3vldoP6DdWq07Qw3V5_DdfIbY8CXj3-dweWHzRGzOS2Z2rIbpDrmKLNVfu-TUGmb4v1xtu6xT47RblK3KBalq6QcPJL2S8GxOXnyQk7pNwPVO61bDC_bFvHdRoLQwWu_zHjRpPFenFx-0Hc8k7z9v2LLXlWvyz/s1600/download.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br />Dear Congressional Leaders, <p></p><p>Trust. </p><p>How important is "trust" in a relationship? It is integral. </p><p>We do not TRUST the United States Postal Service.</p><p>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. </p><p>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.</p><p>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" . </p><p> One of the easiest ways to eliminate a problem, is to pretend there isn't one. </p><p>The manner and philosophy in which DeJoy has implemented parts of his "10 Year Plan" is more than unscrupulous. </p><p>Dejoy seems corrupt. Or inept. </p><p>... 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.</p><p>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. </p><p>Knowledge is power....especially if you are the only one with that knowledge. </p><p>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. </p><p>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 ? </p><p>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. </p><p>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!? </p><p>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?</p><p>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.</p><p>After 36 years as an employee of the United States Postal Service..... they no longer have my trust. </p><p>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. </p><p> " <span face=""Google Sans", Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 20px;">When the Constitution was ratified in 1789, the Postal Clause in </span><span face=""Google Sans", Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: rgba(80, 151, 255, 0.18); color: #040c28; font-size: 20px;">Article I, Section 8</span><span face=""Google Sans", Roboto, arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 20px;"> 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." </span></p><p>Thank you for your efforts, and thank you for your service to our country. I know your job isn't easy.</p><p>Sincerely,</p><p> </p>Elrokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07324180182011271558noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176862287652077503.post-11227095421832826162023-08-18T09:06:00.001-07:002023-08-18T09:06:11.342-07:00The Knife With the Jagged Edges<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3nKJMDut1VC3dfnIub8vaVNQMmeKJK_1i5f7QphvtPaIFfS_t3JvFAdT5a81UNnKW5dCk05QQ45rjhY-ozP9998lt3-RDmFOueSXuPYTThDwr_QOYJIM9mBeZ61Kn2NzpfkdZ-MxKQtKQI8MrG5UVu6d-S8GNmkNkd1JZRq-orthyMkbjvbmCkLVRx3wP/s263/download.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="192" data-original-width="263" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3nKJMDut1VC3dfnIub8vaVNQMmeKJK_1i5f7QphvtPaIFfS_t3JvFAdT5a81UNnKW5dCk05QQ45rjhY-ozP9998lt3-RDmFOueSXuPYTThDwr_QOYJIM9mBeZ61Kn2NzpfkdZ-MxKQtKQI8MrG5UVu6d-S8GNmkNkd1JZRq-orthyMkbjvbmCkLVRx3wP/s1600/download.jpg" width="263" /></a></div><br />They all are smilin' at you <p></p><p>as you walk into the room </p><p> and compliment your posture as </p><p>you stride </p><p>You didn't feel it coming </p><p>when it stuck you inside</p><p> as you pulled it out you felt the Jagged Edges. </p><p>Wincing pain and misery</p><p> Look around so you can see </p><p>who stuck the knife so cleverly </p><p>inside.</p><p>The one with the Jagged Edges.</p><p>The one that slit your sides so easily and was so hard </p><p>to pull out.</p><p>Feel it tug at your skin. </p><p>Barbs that tear and rip. </p><p>Look around and see no startled faces.</p><p>Look again and see no guilty eyes. </p><p> Only smiling re-assuring ones. </p><p>And think who's hands once held these Jagged Edges. </p><p>Who?</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUiYIhZChKXzym9d3goCbFcitoeyQGk_1uS5WO-rTQGRyr6Jc10b06za-k4gbUa5pkDzEj2BjLFjTvAY1gDBnAgHgqMZpO_0s4GRRCGmpU52ZpAdtDt5jV4c-RIy-d5_uAHyxuZ1W2O7MRv_XdKHlwSBwe4BYP5U11EB1_xfLQAWwOz-YwkMVQlBUS5bEy/s309/download.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="163" data-original-width="309" height="163" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUiYIhZChKXzym9d3goCbFcitoeyQGk_1uS5WO-rTQGRyr6Jc10b06za-k4gbUa5pkDzEj2BjLFjTvAY1gDBnAgHgqMZpO_0s4GRRCGmpU52ZpAdtDt5jV4c-RIy-d5_uAHyxuZ1W2O7MRv_XdKHlwSBwe4BYP5U11EB1_xfLQAWwOz-YwkMVQlBUS5bEy/s1600/download.jpg" width="309" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Elrokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07324180182011271558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176862287652077503.post-809432187924059862023-06-26T00:35:00.016-07:002023-06-27T14:51:53.729-07:00Horungen <div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div><br /><div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzykaCjQy9X-6mxKvQVyBN1MjqJ48iJivvkxlMKbk3B5ydpSWHq7Iao7xa1DL56ktw9BQiW0H8aagdTdb545w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbQqsEQaHK0BF2DWkiWQ4Frt2y_w3CnI9RcsVs_owQuBfCIbV652V9QbzCjz2PRCOJDfYVxqs4_1TbPj5GTk8xT2tzbMYOnydXFHYjWlqvsiJwAORDfneWw6wGUhHQCxZw4mPb_JbZdJFT0MzEknr9E9syoppRpQhP4RC0fsH1nN4oAiIrebEl1H4LM5VV/s267/download.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="267" data-original-width="189" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbQqsEQaHK0BF2DWkiWQ4Frt2y_w3CnI9RcsVs_owQuBfCIbV652V9QbzCjz2PRCOJDfYVxqs4_1TbPj5GTk8xT2tzbMYOnydXFHYjWlqvsiJwAORDfneWw6wGUhHQCxZw4mPb_JbZdJFT0MzEknr9E9syoppRpQhP4RC0fsH1nN4oAiIrebEl1H4LM5VV/s1600/download.jpg" width="189" /></a></div><br /></div><div> https://youtu.be/oLEf7-Ma0kM</div><div><br /></div><div>Have you ever been mistreated by a governmental entity? Perhaps the DMV? The Post Office? Your local law enforcement officer? The IRS? </div><div><br /></div><div>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. <div><br /></div><div>Sometimes, I get confused...and I forget. </div><div><br /></div><div>They are not real businesses.</div><div><br /></div><div> They are .... ' bastard ' .....businesses.</div><div> Born out of wedlock and without the true functioning spirit of entrepreneurialism . <div><br /></div><div>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!! </div><div><br /></div><div>HE MARRIES IT! promising to himself that he will do whatever it takes to make it succeed. </div><div> </div><div> His idea ! " <u>HIS</u> "....beautiful , wonderful IDEA! </div><div><br /></div><div> 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.</div><div> </div><div>Someday! Some...day! .....if their marriage proves to be on solid ground, he may propagate. </div><div>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! </div><div><br /></div><div>None of this exists with a governmental agency.</div><div>It is a place without a soul, often filled with mental misfits that fill the void. </div><div><br /></div><div>These bastard businesses are often born after crazy wild nights of loveless sex. </div><div>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 . </div><div>He has breathed life into an eternal entity carrying the mark of the beast. </div><div><br /></div><div>Not worried though.</div><div><br /></div><div> 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.</div><div> He has accepted that his satanic insatiable illegitimate child is a Beelzebub . It will consume souls.</div><div><br /></div><div>And it will most likely live for an eternity! </div><div><br /></div><div>But that's ok....others will be doing the parenting.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>DONT BE FOOLED BY THESE GOVERNMENTAL AGENCIES!. </div><div><br /></div><div>Remember...they are NOT REAL BUSINESSES! </div><div><br /></div><div>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! </div><div><br /></div><div>Every business failure will be met with subsidy.</div><div>Every employee an irrelevant replaceable drone which can be treated with careless disregard. </div><div>Every customer unearned, unimportant, and often unwanted!</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNJMyDRxr-9VYBLDBVDZY15nd7PfqB-YAMusqV3Nj2L_MqZ2Gx9IarIu4qCbvnvMub8Qxqxf9vve0ZYl51_OJJX5dE8VbQ369AuAzoo3GTUynJSUGFpD0IJefxb35P70CAKWTOtMxLN6wCs9qbT58WjALviD9Yg1dFkyFWEhr5AxRwuz9hSRXipdVSG2xH/s301/images.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="167" data-original-width="301" height="167" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNJMyDRxr-9VYBLDBVDZY15nd7PfqB-YAMusqV3Nj2L_MqZ2Gx9IarIu4qCbvnvMub8Qxqxf9vve0ZYl51_OJJX5dE8VbQ369AuAzoo3GTUynJSUGFpD0IJefxb35P70CAKWTOtMxLN6wCs9qbT58WjALviD9Yg1dFkyFWEhr5AxRwuz9hSRXipdVSG2xH/s1600/images.jpg" width="301" /></a></div><br /> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Elrokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07324180182011271558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176862287652077503.post-71859304153934754272022-09-13T15:55:00.002-07:002022-09-13T15:56:19.513-07:00Glue the Hoof Hoppah's<p><span style="background-color: black; color: white;"> <span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">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?! </span></span></p><p><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">SOLUTION:. 3M's 5200 Marine Adhesive! </span></p><p><span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">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 </span><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><a style="cursor: pointer; font-family: inherit;" tabindex="-1"></a></span><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">ridicule...but that's ok. Maybe they will focus on your shoes instead of your zombie personality or your lax work ethic </span></span></p><span class="fxk3tzhb b2rh1bv3 gh55jysx m8h3af8h ewco64xe kjdc1dyq ms56khn7 bq6c9xl4 eohcrkr5 akh3l2rg" face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; display: inline-flex; font-size: 15px; height: 16px; margin: 0px 1px; vertical-align: middle; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 16px;"><img alt="😉" height="16" referrerpolicy="origin-when-cross-origin" src="https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/t57/1/16/1f609.png" style="border: 0px;" width="16" /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6NOVjkvJplWVVSSVTu0lkbFPsk66_Ha8udCIy1hyH6l1JABLiJJxL_pZOUBUp_-WWFTLwwrqzyFBub7_6mHj7hKubb0S_t3bwtCMrtF58YarPOLCnUEtgUTYGpdF0qCaucarNNpMeOf8fCGf1TorfbR099R7KUPpUqzgqtVntXFVOepc1XLXh3U3PJw/s240/40891040_1200382086783231_4853581436986327040_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="240" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6NOVjkvJplWVVSSVTu0lkbFPsk66_Ha8udCIy1hyH6l1JABLiJJxL_pZOUBUp_-WWFTLwwrqzyFBub7_6mHj7hKubb0S_t3bwtCMrtF58YarPOLCnUEtgUTYGpdF0qCaucarNNpMeOf8fCGf1TorfbR099R7KUPpUqzgqtVntXFVOepc1XLXh3U3PJw/s1600/40891040_1200382086783231_4853581436986327040_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiavbA29W8iY42FV9YuBHg463HjnTz84lJlmFEt2TLVBQ0CEQOCVFC4RyMc-wX2D1OO-gx5x8cP0kMVe5CBLGuGC8SB5XGpkMquRS9asrG4YVjE4aXx1bFBhlo2GjZISP3d74c4FFm3AxUtMeKoPjb2ucLjz4L3bMqr0K8PuhZhT0FVX5LjwVJa8pwVlQ/s600/41151245_1200378776783562_4477133536381370368_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="338" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiavbA29W8iY42FV9YuBHg463HjnTz84lJlmFEt2TLVBQ0CEQOCVFC4RyMc-wX2D1OO-gx5x8cP0kMVe5CBLGuGC8SB5XGpkMquRS9asrG4YVjE4aXx1bFBhlo2GjZISP3d74c4FFm3AxUtMeKoPjb2ucLjz4L3bMqr0K8PuhZhT0FVX5LjwVJa8pwVlQ/s320/41151245_1200378776783562_4477133536381370368_n.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><br />Elrokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07324180182011271558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176862287652077503.post-15837820547883559352022-09-01T19:59:00.006-07:002022-10-04T14:41:16.572-07:00I Will Not Shed A Tear For You<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6BDwG74PIyvSbDp1eJx__-2v-XYRUGP-eHy56AL-Ddwjg47khlJBtMQGFSIuZUbqQamqRoMfHfxcYQ416Nn3qmL_TORaKtEqQCADQp5E-z837JCI4nA6koTh924-xhjbR5n3pvQfKTINpJofMPKFIF5YxXWX-S8a-vuMolgM-JtuMHDVEF-r8ofIGQQ/s276/download.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="276" data-original-width="183" height="276" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6BDwG74PIyvSbDp1eJx__-2v-XYRUGP-eHy56AL-Ddwjg47khlJBtMQGFSIuZUbqQamqRoMfHfxcYQ416Nn3qmL_TORaKtEqQCADQp5E-z837JCI4nA6koTh924-xhjbR5n3pvQfKTINpJofMPKFIF5YxXWX-S8a-vuMolgM-JtuMHDVEF-r8ofIGQQ/s1600/download.jpg" width="183" /></a></div><br />Eyes straight ahead<div><br /></div><div>A solemn gaze<br /><p></p><p>Stoic and unflinching .</p><p>Focused .</p><p>This man </p><p>whose tormented heart aches </p><p>in the loss of his love ...</p><p><br /></p><p>Tears restrained</p><p>by levies built strong. </p><p>No weakness here.</p><p>Faith, only Faith.</p><p><br /></p><p>He stands for the eulogy </p><p>and feels a fog of anguish</p><p>enveloping him . </p><p>' Stand strong! ' he thinks to himself</p><p>'Do not succumb'.....</p><p>His weakening knees will not buckle!</p><p>...unless in prayer..</p><p><br /></p><p>He is intent </p><p>on blocking and channeling</p><p> the torrents of would-be pain </p><p>to his reservoir of strength. </p><p>"I will not shed a tear, my dear....</p><p>for you are not gone from me</p><p>and my heart."</p><p>"I will not shed a tear for you."</p><p><br /></p><p>He stands in prayer and ovation</p><p>to the woman he loves</p><p>and delivers his eulogy.</p><p>The love in his smile</p><p>warms the room</p><p>and comforts her friends and family</p><p>Waves of pain</p><p>attempt to overcome him</p><p>but he will not concede.</p><p>" You are with me still, my love. I will not shed a tear for you"</p><p><br /></p><p>The Faith he has built </p><p>in the course of his years</p><p>guide him to a place of peace..</p><p>The warm memories that light up his face.</p><p> takes our pain away , </p><p><br /></p><p>Hidden tears break the levies </p><p>and roll down the side of his cheeks..</p><p>his mind filled with loving </p><p>recollections.</p><p><br /></p><p>"I will not shed a tear for you, my love. For you are not gone, and will remain with me forever"</p><p>I will not shed a tear.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p></div>Elrokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07324180182011271558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176862287652077503.post-18080325706516074012022-07-08T12:03:00.008-07:002022-10-31T13:53:27.982-07:00Woman Power !!!<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAb3DAr7tMm5SxCjBIgnVlySRgyyVdJTKlaYQUlR12AUOMuqVjxyRsXyK5RNrJfIW7MPf1ImpraplFlpARcCs7LE3wJBv_YfVtjcdC8mai12eMgH9CWaLGdDBC-VquWjQPtrm4-JzWdXH9oXSaFDifroOWor837YET4VbYfufMAlaczrFA6hlM4HerOA/s300/download.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="300" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAb3DAr7tMm5SxCjBIgnVlySRgyyVdJTKlaYQUlR12AUOMuqVjxyRsXyK5RNrJfIW7MPf1ImpraplFlpARcCs7LE3wJBv_YfVtjcdC8mai12eMgH9CWaLGdDBC-VquWjQPtrm4-JzWdXH9oXSaFDifroOWor837YET4VbYfufMAlaczrFA6hlM4HerOA/s1600/download.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><span color="var(--primary-text)" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free...'jes don't be birthin' no babies! "</span><p></p><div><div dir="auto"><div class="ecm0bbzt hv4rvrfc ihqw7lf3 dati1w0a" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id="jsc_c_7m" style="padding: 4px 16px 16px;"><div class="j83agx80 cbu4d94t ew0dbk1b irj2b8pg" style="display: flex; flex-direction: column; margin-bottom: -5px; margin-top: -5px;"><div class="qzhwtbm6 knvmm38d" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-top: 5px;"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id hzawbc8m" dir="auto" style="display: block; line-height: 1.3333; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; word-break: break-word;"><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="color: var(--primary-text); font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">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 ! </div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">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.</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"> THESE....are the most POWERFUL women. </div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8WqDRe_wMTX5IdoeC-diHOOg-GphTP39i9caSIOuuAfqQyhjZvoEo7gLPvsYxyksDSJGI9fRuJRdrIBinUo8sOW_MNlkAnfWkAYRXm-GLBGZC42N3FKlT-2kw7fxgD1g-9wlaul2PjU8muTgpZRKAtvNi8laeuh4mi52S79J9G6H_Hg-h2Rxy9P1Kkw/s640/312430474_128651193307826_1848186126201266938_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="507" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8WqDRe_wMTX5IdoeC-diHOOg-GphTP39i9caSIOuuAfqQyhjZvoEo7gLPvsYxyksDSJGI9fRuJRdrIBinUo8sOW_MNlkAnfWkAYRXm-GLBGZC42N3FKlT-2kw7fxgD1g-9wlaul2PjU8muTgpZRKAtvNi8laeuh4mi52S79J9G6H_Hg-h2Rxy9P1Kkw/s320/312430474_128651193307826_1848186126201266938_n.jpg" width="254" /></a></div><br />What the others desire is relief of conscience, and will adulate the devil to find that relief. </div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">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. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHZRR8b39p4OsJJrY9IsokIrvPmou28zrQY99bA_2dtUiG78FVthcwErNHNyfvr70pLz8OujezLKD233IO2zD-dAHOOBYMMx5X8Nj_ZR4ODDTC2zUOP0Z8lZMuaIMHDyWskU59XkQguhickEL4vthAj6ER9rn_5LwDk76Wxuv6e_eHzsa8K-3Qu6gPRg/s294/1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="171" data-original-width="294" height="171" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHZRR8b39p4OsJJrY9IsokIrvPmou28zrQY99bA_2dtUiG78FVthcwErNHNyfvr70pLz8OujezLKD233IO2zD-dAHOOBYMMx5X8Nj_ZR4ODDTC2zUOP0Z8lZMuaIMHDyWskU59XkQguhickEL4vthAj6ER9rn_5LwDk76Wxuv6e_eHzsa8K-3Qu6gPRg/s1600/1.jpg" width="294" /></a></div><br /></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="color: var(--primary-text); font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">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. </div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="color: var(--primary-text); font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">It is about the sanctity of LIFE. </div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">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),</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">to much of the most popular modern music. Thugs are cool, so be a thug cuz Biden forbid you might be called a Karen!</div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="auto" style="color: var(--primary-text); font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; white-space: pre-wrap;">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! </div><div dir="auto" style="color: var(--primary-text); font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; white-space: pre-wrap;">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.</div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/k-L2GPX76nw" width="320" youtube-src-id="k-L2GPX76nw"></iframe></div><br />https://youtu.be/k-L2GPX76nw</span></div></div></span></div></div></div></div></div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="stjgntxs ni8dbmo4 l82x9zwi uo3d90p7 h905i5nu monazrh9" data-visualcompletion="ignore-dynamic" style="border-radius: 0px 0px 8px 8px; font-family: inherit; overflow: hidden;"><div style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; 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<span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 13px;"><div class="separator" style="background-color: #f2f3f5; clear: both; color: #1c1e21; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyj0lW91mGv0vl8FFQU-BIfykz5819pBzZAjkZl_Pf0mO2wB1cqsj5joWn-6Ea2XIkCcO_xF3QFyheexSHf1XGgoL7IqVLZJvq3YBAlsYzPoOg5HlTUrlwoau8KDRAtTTS8JAEDvqglVpz/s259/images.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="194" data-original-width="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyj0lW91mGv0vl8FFQU-BIfykz5819pBzZAjkZl_Pf0mO2wB1cqsj5joWn-6Ea2XIkCcO_xF3QFyheexSHf1XGgoL7IqVLZJvq3YBAlsYzPoOg5HlTUrlwoau8KDRAtTTS8JAEDvqglVpz/s0/images.jpg" /></a></div><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #f2f3f5;"> </span><b style="background-color: black;"> "The 'MAN' "</b><br /></span><div class="separator" style="background-color: #f2f3f5; clear: both; color: #1c1e21; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRrdi_KASSccyu6IcqMy3qh_vuZVxAD7kWld2jnH2o7ZYZLNVHScHgRG4seHUtsKRhkEgHj3EEF4uGdo1k8E44DB_IKDAlw-_dh3Bq4fhCTMTBTV7FPAQ0LEuw0gx0XqylwhEmWvrvLxna/s259/download.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="259" data-original-width="194" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRrdi_KASSccyu6IcqMy3qh_vuZVxAD7kWld2jnH2o7ZYZLNVHScHgRG4seHUtsKRhkEgHj3EEF4uGdo1k8E44DB_IKDAlw-_dh3Bq4fhCTMTBTV7FPAQ0LEuw0gx0XqylwhEmWvrvLxna/s0/download.jpg" /></a></div><b style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"> </span></b><b style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"> " The 'BOY SCOUT' "</span><br /></b><span style="background-color: #f2f3f5; color: #1c1e21;"><br /></span></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white;">I never understood why they don't have a " thumbs down" button to click on in this Facebook thing. </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white;"> YES,...you can be legal...and STILL have something to worry about! </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white;">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. </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white;"> </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white;">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. </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white;">I stopped and prepared myself for a potential short conversation...and shouted out a short </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white;">"Hey Hey, How's it goin'?"</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white;"> </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white;"> There was no response.</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white;"> </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white;"> 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. </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white;"> 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. </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white;"> Well anyways, I started to feel a little relief when the shadowy figure approaching began to come into view. </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white;"> 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. </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white;">But uh-oh! Nope! The decoration was a BADGE...and this was " the man".</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white;"> FWC!!!</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white;"> I said to him " "ah,...you're the "Man! I was wonderin' who that was!"</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white;">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?" </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white;"> Well of course I mind! You practically just called me a poacher and a liar!</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white;"> I didn't tell him that,...I just thought it.</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white;"> I practically 'begged' him if I could 'PLEASE' go use the restroom while he checked the hull. "You know how it is"...I explained. </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">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.</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white;"> He seemed pissed, pardon-the-pun...but gave me the okay. </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white;"> 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.</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white;"> 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".</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white;"> But I won't. <script data-ad-client="ca-pub-5988437317975630" async src="https://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/js/adsbygoogle.js"></script></span></div>
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<span face=""helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: 12px;">No...not the right to have the bear arms from this fuzzy beast!</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><span face=""helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="font-size: 12px;">....The second amendment....was not so much a right to bear arms,</span><span class="text_exposed_show" face=""helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="display: inline; font-size: 12px;"> 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." </span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><span class="text_exposed_show" face=""helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="display: inline; font-size: 12px;"> Threats to freedom are both foreign ..and domestic !.</span></span></span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" face=""helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white; display: inline; font-size: 12px;"><br />Amendment II: </span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" face=""helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white; display: inline; font-size: 12px;"><br />'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.'</span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" face=""helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white; display: inline; font-size: 12px;"><br />However, it is TOO LATE!</span><br />
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<span class="text_exposed_show" face=""helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white; display: inline; font-size: 12px;">We have relinquished our freedom in hopes that we can trust 'THE STATE' to keep us safe. </span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" face=""helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white; display: inline; font-size: 12px;">What has developed is an overpowering military and a para-military police force ever growing and ever empowered to make you OBEY! </span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" face=""helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white; display: inline; font-size: 12px;">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. </span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" face=""helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white; display: inline; font-size: 12px;">Why does Orlando need a tank !? Why does Daytona Beach need riot gear?</span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" face=""helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white; display: inline; font-size: 12px;"> Tear gas, flame throwers, grenade launchers?</span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" face=""helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white; display: inline; font-size: 12px;">Airplanes, choppers, speedboats, jetskis, tasers, bomb robots?</span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" face=""helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white; display: inline; font-size: 12px;">High powered weapons, armored trucks, M-16's and M-14's?</span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" face=""helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white; display: inline; font-size: 12px;">Mine resistant vehicles, armored vehicles, Mustang 5.0's?</span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" face=""helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white; display: inline; font-size: 12px;">Bayonets, sniper scopes, mine detectors!!??</span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" face=""helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white; display: inline; font-size: 12px;">Tens of thousands of machine guns, camoflauge, night vision, thermal detectors?</span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" face=""helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white; display: inline; font-size: 12px;">Underwater sound equipment, extreme cold weather trousers, ?</span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" face=""helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white; display: inline; font-size: 12px;">This militarization of your local police forces ...become the military DISGUISED as a police force!</span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" face=""helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white; display: inline; font-size: 12px;"> 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! </span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" face=""helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white; display: inline; font-size: 12px;">Got an old musket that still fires? </span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" face=""helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white; display: inline; font-size: 12px;">Feeling confident with your gun cabinet full of pea shooters? </span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" face=""helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white; display: inline; font-size: 12px;">Well it's time to think about exactly what it will take for a 'well regulated militia' to ensure freedom. </span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" face=""helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white; display: inline; font-size: 12px;"><br /></span><span class="text_exposed_show" face=""helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white; display: inline; font-size: 12px;">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!!</span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" face=""helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white; display: inline; font-size: 12px;"> Wallow in blissfull ignorance while you stockpile your pea shooters if it makes you feel empowered. </span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" face=""helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white; display: inline; font-size: 12px;"> But in reality, your 'pistol' is an inadequate waste of time...</span><span face=""helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: 12px;"> </span><br />
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Elrokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07324180182011271558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176862287652077503.post-29109283219917760262020-05-22T21:05:00.002-07:002021-05-30T18:37:11.736-07:00Here's Your Sign<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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There will be times in your life that you gain experience you never wanted.<br />
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.<br />
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! "<br />
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1) Guys, if you initiate conversation ,...one of the first things you should ask her is this:<br />
" What time is it?" <br />
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!<br />
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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....<br />
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3) When you attempt to make a small pass at a girl that you KNOW has ZERO PROBLEMS when it come to attracting men.<br />
" What have I got to lose"? ...you may ask. " You'll never know if you don't try!!"<br />
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..<br />
. 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..<br />
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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.<br />
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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!!! <br />
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.<br />
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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.<br />
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7) Other boyfriends. If you are one of many 'men' she makes time for....then she is not afraid of losing you!<br />
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..<br />
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8) Getting the hint: Understand guys, YOUR REJECTION... it's not really a hint at all!! <br />
It's pretty dang obvious!<br />
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.<br />
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! :) " <br />
And if she didn't spit on you, there's still a CHANCE!! Right?<br />
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9) Social Networking: " She doesn't hit the "like" button. "<br />
Of course, it is JUST THAT SIMPLE!<br />
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.<br />
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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! " <br />
If the words : " You should meet my friend..." comes up in the conversation, consider yourself "out". <br />
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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!!<br />
<a href="http://findingfreedom-elrok.blogspot.com/2018/03/the-clutches-of-hope.html">http://findingfreedom-elrok.blogspot.com/2018/03/the-clutches-of-hope.html</a><br />
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Elrokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07324180182011271558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176862287652077503.post-50236719426263693952020-04-09T17:41:00.001-07:002021-09-06T13:28:13.159-07:00Curb Your Dog<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Dogs and Horses on Beach!!<br />
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Frolicking so happily in the giant sandbox!<br />
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Splashing<br />
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So joyous and carefree!<br />
....romping around in the ocean waves....!<br />
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Seems like such a gleeful and nature loving event!<br />
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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".<br />
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Along with your favorite dog or horse, come other little nasty creatures...that tend to thrive in the warm, moist, tropical August Heat.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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Cutaneous Larva Migrans!!<br />
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YEEEECHHH!! Or, once they enter the human skin....a condition called "Creeping Eruption".<br />
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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!<br />
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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!<br />
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Hookworm eggs have hatched!<br />
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.... and the larvae have found your thin layers of skin a good temporary host!<br />
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Don't mouth kiss your dog!!<br />
Don't lick your dog or let'im lick YOU!<br />
DO NOT ACCEPT those lovable "doggy mooches " all over your face and eyes!<br />
REMEMBER!!!, your dog sleeps 'in-THE BUFF'.!!..so, don't let'im into your sheets.<br />
De-worm you canine friend regularly!<br />
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....<br />
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When you visit your doctor....BE PREPARED!<br />
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(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!)<br />
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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.<br />
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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!<br />
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Dogs and Horses on Beach!!<br />
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Frolicking so happily in the giant sandbox!<br />
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Splashing<br />
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So joyous and carefree!<br />
....romping around in the ocean waves....!<br />
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Seems like such a gleeful and nature loving event!<br />
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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".<br />
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Along with your favorite dog or horse, come other little nasty creatures...that tend to thrive in the warm, moist, tropical August Heat.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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Cutaneous Larva Migrans!!<br />
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YEEEECHHH!! Or, once they enter the human skin....a condition called "Creeping Eruption".<br />
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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!<br />
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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!<br />
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Hookworm eggs have hatched!<br />
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.... and the larvae have found your thin layers of skin a good temporary host!<br />
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Don't mouth kiss your dog!!<br />
Don't lick your dog or let'im lick YOU!<br />
DO NOT ACCEPT those lovable "doggy mooches " all over your face and eyes!<br />
REMEMBER!!!, your dog sleeps 'in-THE BUFF'.!!..so, don't let'im into your sheets.<br />
De-worm you canine friend regularly!<br />
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....<br />
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When you visit your doctor....BE PREPARED!<br />
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(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!)<br />
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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.<br />
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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!<br />
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Elrokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07324180182011271558noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176862287652077503.post-10726911453127182832020-04-08T18:33:00.004-07:002020-04-08T18:40:36.868-07:00Battle for Naivety<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Innocence lost. Oh, how we should anguish in the day that the wicked curse of knowledge invaded our purity. If only we could recapture that special time. A soul unencumbered...smiling happily without the tumorous complication that erupted when the quest began.<br />
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The unquenchable thirst. The insatiable hunger. Forced to shake hands with this evil and feel it's cold embrace. The unquestioning radiance of your innocent soul slowly dimmed by dark gray clouds. Your naivety bursting from the heavens trying to make it's way back home.<br />
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The rest of your life will be your personal battle for naivety. For a return to the innocence that was somehow gifted you through the light of your consciousness. It is a battle you MUST fight, and fight to win. The alternative is all consuming relentless eternal hell.<br />
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Learn to love your naivety. Revisit it whenever you can find it again. It is a child lost in thickets of curs-ed knowledge, the pure radiance of his soul mired in the thorny briars.<br />
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Elrokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07324180182011271558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176862287652077503.post-65758086301311986232020-01-09T17:10:00.000-08:002020-01-13T05:39:33.983-08:00The Three Chinamen<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Genghis Khan....Genocidal ruler. Ruthless leader of the Mongel Army . Conquered , raped and pillaged hundreds of cities and villages...indiscriminately slaying children, women and men . Killing off nearly 5% of the world's population. Master of psychological warfare, using fear and terrorism. Orchestrating horrifying massacres and wholesale destruction to conquer and subdue.<br />
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: , sans-serif; font-size: 18px; letter-spacing: 0.5px;"> Most successful Mongol Leader and the grandson of Genghis Khan. Founder of the Yuan Dynasty in 13th-century China. </span><span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">The success of Mongol tactics hinged on fear: to induce capitulation amongst enemy populations. From the perspective of modern theories of international relations, "Perhap</span><span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">s terrorism produced a fear that immobilized and incapacitated the forces that would have resisted."T</span><span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">he Mongol strategy of "surrender or die" still recognized that conquest by capitulation was more desirable than being forced to continually expend soldiers, food, and money to fight every army and sack every town and city along the campaign's route.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"> This more contemporary Chinamen is perhaps just as dangerous! Found often in the workplace </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: sans-serif;">..</span><span style="font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif;">unthinkingly enthusiastic and eager, especially likes to take part in fighting or even a kind of conquering warfare. Filled with lustful delusions of grandeur.... attempting to establish the workplace as his own personal kingdom. Willfull indignance and belittling humiliations are his weapons of choice...producing a fear that immobilizes and incapacitates the workforces that might have impeded his illustrious and stellar climb to the very tippety-top of his two-foot corporate ladder! </span><span style="font-family: sans-serif;"> </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">We all know this Chinaman. Though he is seldom Chinese, he deserves to be held with the best of them in disgraceful recognition .</span></span></span><br />
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Elrokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07324180182011271558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176862287652077503.post-76326914447578760612019-01-20T15:54:00.001-08:002019-01-24T14:02:52.452-08:00Night Falling<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Night falls<br />
and no-one listens.<br />
Why can't they hear the<br />
screaming as<br />
night falls?<br />
Tell them to listen to the<br />
night falling...<br />
I blink my eyes and the<br />
darkness stays with me, so I<br />
squeeze them tightly and<br />
imagine there is daylight.<br />
Taking on the world<br />
of a blind man to sheath<br />
the reality of night...<br />
No one hears the night falling.<br />
But I have heard this sound<br />
oh, most apalling<br />
more often than the 'crack of dawn!<br />
Why do they only hear the screaming<br />
when they are asleep<br />
and dreaming?<br />
Tell them to listen<br />
to the reality<br />
of night falling...<br />
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Elrokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07324180182011271558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176862287652077503.post-26646593755757161372019-01-19T11:02:00.004-08:002021-03-08T17:29:43.126-08:00The Abyss<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Penetrate the darkness<br />
Reach into the hollows of your floor<br />
Underneath the ever -haunting sadness<br />
Are places you have never known before<br />
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The dark intrigue that pulls you<br />
into these horrid depths of woe<br />
Lead you to discover<br />
.....That sometimes daylight is a foe<br />
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Beneath the charcoaled ashes of your soul.<br />
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Obscure obsession brings heavily laden<br />
Hands shoving you into your own little hell<br />
Pulling you down by your ankles<br />
The only thing to save you<br />
is the rope around your neck.<br />
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No contempt for this place you are going<br />
and have visited so many times before<br />
Just futile memories of narrow escapes<br /> No blissful journey is in store.<br />
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I am never coming back! Should I escape once again!<br />
Yet while I am here , I sift through ashes of my past<br />
and discover lost beautiful gems now black carbon,<br />
choking dust and broken shards of glass.<br />
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Keep your head down! 'cause though what you find there<br />
is sadness<br />
Looking up , you will just reveal<br />
the glimmering,<br />
blinding ugly light of what lies ahead..<br />
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Loosen your bootstraps? Or the noose around your neck?<br />
One risks death. The other certain death.<br />
Which will you choose?<br />
As you muddle through the ashes of your soul?<br />
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Elrokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07324180182011271558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176862287652077503.post-12045090176905282972018-10-07T07:57:00.001-07:002019-10-23T18:37:06.819-07:00" Old Friends " .....( a narration by Lucias Rochester )<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Oh....the days and years I have known this man!.. This man,..who was once a boy...and could never have imagined this day !<br />
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As I gazed inside the mirror....a terrible fright sent chills through my bones and shrank my skin....for the man there was someone I did not know.<br />
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Staring back in a lifeless gaze was a body empty of spirit. And....as if a soul hovering gently over it...was studied from outside of it..<br />
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Who was this man? That was known, but not recognized at that moment. The body had separated from the spirit.....and that spirit watched from a close distance.<br />
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Perhaps it was a momentary separation of body and soul? Perhaps their parting was unexpected, and frighteningly foreign. Or perhaps...it was an obscure recognition of eachother....and the astounding effect of realizing their individuality...<br />
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Whatever the case....I wish to keep my spirit aloft now and again,..watching....as if remote. At times,...seeing this man I have become.<br />
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We have been together for so long, yet rarely stop to recognize eachother.<br />
My soul...removed from my body...saw lifelessness there..<br />
My body....cold and frightened...empty and scared...<br />
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For now, we work together in endless harmonious debate. But we will separate once again when fear subsides....for that moment for which was instilled much fear and angst...we know we must experience again someday...soon. </div>
Elrokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07324180182011271558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176862287652077503.post-17175661576305072432018-08-17T17:28:00.001-07:002020-04-08T17:57:14.277-07:00The SledgeHammer<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Forget your training. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">There are many workplace 'leaders'..that suffer from the lobotomizing effects of doing the 'same old things in the same old ways'. It is easier for them to assimilate to cultures and environments that seem to accommodate undeveloped pathways in a neanderthal mind. At peace,... at home...in a world where 'thinking' is as simple as re-reading typeface in a workbook manual. The mere notion of a sociological thought...too cumbersome for the 'trained brain'. Able to focus...to set and achieve goals ..but only by discounting the peripheral damage in a some strange queer utter disregard to his fellows in humanity. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> If necessary, using brute coercive force, humiliation, intimidation, and power of authority to hammer that square peg into a round hole. </span></span><br />
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I was almost asleep.<br />
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I had gotten up early to fish off the edges of the dying oyster bars here in the Halifax River. I dragged my 12' jon boat through the grassy muck on the shoreline...and scoured the river and my memory banks.<br />
Somewhere....somewhere ..out there...there useta be an oyster bar.<br />
I remembered jamming a shovel into it as a kid, and picking out the mud crabs that lived there...to use them as afternoon sheephead bait. I picked up the half-a-cinder-block anchor tied to an old frail rope, grabbed one of two oars ...and paddled my way out.<br />
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My memory banks hadn't failed me!<br />
I found the old oyster bed about a hundred yards out, and stuck my oar into the mushy dead shells that remained....until the oar began to find the deeper water around the edges. Then I slowly...carefully... quietly....lowered the half-a-cinder-block anchor to the bottom. The sky to the east began to redden. Sunrise was coming soon, and I wanted to be well-situated for the morning bite.<br />
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"What will it be?"...I wondered.<br />
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...A nice fat gator-trout that had swum his way from the bridge lights earlier in the night?
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.....Or a record-breaking 65 pound snook..., whose belly was full but could not resist the side-to-side slashing-thrashing of my Zara Spook?<br />
....Or maybe a coupla nice old reds...whose own juvenile memories took them to a time when foraging around this by-gone oyster bed would fill their bellies as the sun would rise?<br />
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It was trout, this mornin'<br />
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....taking wild glancing tooth-filled blows at a freelined finger-mullet on a pole I had set off to the side as I delicately worked the 'ole Spook across the top of the oystery mush with another rod.<br />
The first strike was angry! "Spoopsh! Spoopsh!" ..Or whatever that sound is when a trout makes a strike at a helpless straggling mullet..with an intent to kill it, rather than to eat it !<br />
I freaked a little...and yanked the rod too early on the first strike. When I reeled the line in, the mullet was missing his scales...and had a distinctive big gash down the side of his body, from that single big tooth of a gator-trout. I don't know why they always have "one" single big tooth when I catch them. I think maybe it's a 'hood' sort of thing, ...kinda like a gold-tooth that was a replacement from a street fight or a pair of fuzzy dice hanging from a rear-view mirror. Hey, who knows what goes on down there?<br />
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I quickly baited my line with fresh wiggleys...and the next 45 minutes brought two fat trout and a nice red. The red skies to the east were slowly turning golden...as the morning sun turned it up a notch, and the nice , cool 85 degree morning turned to an intense 98. Time to fish bottom, I guess.<br />
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But first...and more importantly.. time to reach under that frozen bag of shrimp, and grab an ice-cold can of Bud-Light.<br />
I could have just called it a day, I guess. Maybe get these three fish back to the shoreline still floppin'..and get home in time for Church?<br />
Sorry, Jesus. But we have talked about this out here before .....on Sunday mornin's.....<br />
You know I love ya! And me, You, and the critters out here...well, we have created our own little Church on the side of this old oyster bed. Many a Sunday mornin' I have prayed out here.... for my dear old Dad and Mom who's livin ' up there with you now. For advice from old fishin' buddies who's left this earth before me. For a good big fish to bite, ...or to please not let my line break as I gingerly wrestled with a sail-cat across the oysters that I thought was a big red!<br />
I'm sorry for cursing in Church, by the way.<br />
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By the second can of Bud Light ( by the way...'this' is how we measure time out here. Not by the hands of the clock, but by how many cans of cold-beer are left in that old styro-foam cooler...and how pink them old dead shrimp that are swishing around in them beers are gettin' )....but anyways, by the second can, I had started to settle back into that old aluminum clunker of a boat. But before I could fade-off into a mid-morning snooze,...maybe I'd better bail a few buckets of water out of this leaky old boat first, so I could snooze a little more peacefully.<br />
It was slow leaker, but you never can tell just how long a siesta this might be...<br />
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Then, I remembered the days...when me...and my brothers...and a few neighborhood fishing buddies..useta troll out on the open ocean.<br />
Oh Man! The schools of dolphin we useta slay! HUNDREDS OF 'EM! And huge wahoo! Marlin and sailfish! We caught twelve 'granders in one day.. ..and man, we were spooled so many times we had to break out the 12/0 'just-in case' Penns we had stashed in the bow.<br />
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And I began to recall that one day we had set out on an adventure of a lifetime!<br />
We motored past this old oyster bed in our 26' Mako, made our way out of Ponce Inlet doing 45 knots into the red morning sun.<br />
.....Past the structure, ..wrecks and reefs, ...way , WAY past the Gulf Stream ...and out to the most fish-filled structure and habitat any real fisherman could hope for!<br />
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The effin' MID-ATLANTIC RIDGE !!!<br />
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A freakin' underwater mountain-chain!...Nearly virgin grounds! (.. if it wasn't for that crazy old buzzard Jacque Cousteau! ) Filled ..with HUGE fish!...some you never even heard of before! Most of them granders! We caught marlin, sailfish, tuna and every variety of grouper you can think of ,.. and ruddy red snapper the size of Volkswagens! We got monster looking fish with bugged out eyes and like twenty rows of razor sharp teeth! We snagged some Giant Squid that were bigger than the boat...and they tried to eat the damn thing with all of us in it! We broke out some machetes and hacked the tentacles off the things....and saved them under the deck for some big-ass calamari when we got home. We tied 6 or seven marlin on to the sides of the boat cause it was getting too crowded in there. It's a funny thing though....we didn't see no sharks. Maybe they stay away from the fishmonsters out there that got more teeth than they do! We started using the 40 lb. tunas we caught for live bait ... and dropped a coupla hundred pound squid to 2000 feet depth for the groupers. Luckily, we had brought along plenty of Mustad's Giant Demon 27/0 circle hooks. We shoved the monster fishes all to the front of the boat while we fished the rear. The bite was ON!<br />
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Whoopeeee! Slam! Slam! The fish was pilin' up fast...and the beers were gettin' low. The 26' Mako was sitting well below the waterline..I wondered if we would have enough fuel to tote all these monster fish back through the inlet.<br />
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Then, the worst thing happened! The boat started to take on water...and was slowly sinking!<br />
Four-thousand five hundred miles to this UNBELIEVABLE virgin fish-filled reef called the Mid-Atlantic Ridge ... and we didn't even have a camera!<br />
We started hoisting all those monster fish out of the boat as fast as we could!...but the boat was sinking ...and sinking fast!<br />
"Death at Sea" nightmares started to fill my head....and I stopped hoisting the fish over the side and grabbed a cold beer that had been sloshing around in the water-filled boat... stuck solidly in my peripheral vision and never out of my sight.<br />
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It was a lost cause. We were all gonna die!... and I might as well have a beer while we're goin' down.
I squeezed that can of Bud Light directly into my gullet ...and watched as my panick-stricken brothers and neighborhood friends feverishly hoisted our tremendous catch over the side of the boat!<br />
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Then, I closed my eyes and waited for the inevitable to happen.<br />
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"Jesus? Dear Jesus?" I thought silently...."Do you remember me way out here? I love ya! And I'ma comin' home..."<br />
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I squeezed my eyes tightly and waited for my little prayer to make it to Heaven. The screaming noises of my fishing crew slowly faded into oblivion as we sank.<br />
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It was taking a little longer than I thought it would so I popped my eyes open...just for a second...to see how much time I had before Jesus smiled, patted me on the head, and handed me my new fishin' rod as I passed through His Pearly Gates.<br />
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" Holy S*&t!! " ( sorry for cursin' in Church, brother Jesus). My little 12' aluminum boat was filled with water up to my kneecaps, and I grabbed my 5-gallon mullet-filled bucket and started bailing! I REALLY WAS SINKING!.<br />
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My two trout and my redfish , if they could actually do such a thing,...seemed to look at me like I was a dumb-ass as they slowly swished their tails and swam out of the sinking boat. All I could think of to do...was ABANDON SHIP! ABANDON SHIP! ...and I jumped out of that aluminum clunker and into the Halifax!<br />
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It was only 3 feet deep.<br />
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I think maybe Jesus let me catch all them fish....them marlins...and groupers...and snappers...and all of them crazy tooth-filled creatures that most of us had never even IMAGINED existed. Then, I think maybe Jesus woke me up in time to go to the 'real' Church....with my wife, and kids, and my dear sweet old toothless mother-in-law.....<br />
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About 3-minutes into the preacher's sermon, ...my head started to nod...and I was back at my own little Church on the side of the oyster bar on the Halifax River...remembering the time we trolled that "Mid-Atlantic Ridge"!!<br />
...the most unforgettable, unbelievable fishing trip in my whole Budweiser-filled life!<br />
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<span style="background-color: #141414; color: white; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">In the deepest darkest depths of willow woods</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #141414; color: white; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Where trees shiver</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #141414; color: white; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Where birds never fly</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #141414; color: white; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Where leaves don't fall but just rot away</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #141414; color: white; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">on lingering limbs</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #141414; color: white; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I sat myself against a musty molded</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #141414; color: white; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">trunk of wooden planet</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #141414; color: white; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">No shimmering wet leaves to arouse my sullen eye, .. just darkened silence</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #141414; color: white; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">and the deafening sound of nothing.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #141414; color: white; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">If I screamed I'd shatter this world,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #141414; color: white; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">but only for a moment,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #141414; color: white; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">until it's motionless shadows shoved the muffled sound back</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #141414; color: white; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">into my pounding heart..</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #141414; color: white; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">In the deepest darkest depths of willow woods</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #141414; color: white; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Where sound is mute</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #141414; color: white; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Where rain never touches the rail-rooted ground</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #141414; color: white; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Where only darkness survives</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #141414; color: white; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">and loneliness seldom visits</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #141414; color: white; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I wait..........</span></div>
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