Over the years I've asked various people over the internet why people hate jews and I've never been able to get an answer that makes any sense. Mostly people just say that people don't need a reason to hate, anti-Semitism doesn't make sense to them etc. I couldn't buy an answer to that question. The jewish hate dialogue revolves around illogical ( Read more... )

The vote begging is almost over for McCain / Obama, or it will be in two more days. I probably shouldn't do this but I'm not wise enough to follow my own advice. For the first time since the play vote we cast in kindergarten ( I voted for Jimmy Carter then, if that dates me.) I'm going to vote democrat. I'm a republican by birth and rationale but ( Read more... )

I've been out of sorts the past few months. I've moved from my old home in the caucasian ghetto and into a retirement neighborhood in Bartlett. I've changed working shifts and I'm trying to go back to school and all the remediation that goes with being out of school for 10 years ( Read more... )

Betsy and I are in bed and James is situated between us like just about every night. We like having the turkey weasel snuggled up to us. He'll take turns snuggling with Betsy, then scoot over to me or lay horizontally in the bed to touch both of us while he sleeps making a big "H" formation. So I tell James I need to lay next to Mommy so she and I ( Read more... )

Since you've got nothing better to do than read over my scriblings, you might as well rock out to some jazz flute and heavy metal banjo and some guy playing an imaginary instrument which I suspect is actually garbage.
Bela Fleck and the Flecktones improving Sinister Minister

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I don't post very often. What I've got to say has to important enough to commit to type and then there's sounding erudite and profound. Succinct quality over frequent quantity. If I posted often and irresponsibly my fan base of 2 wouldn't click eagerly with attention rapt to what I say. I'm like an oracle in that regard. I don't type much but when ( Read more... )

I got an email alerting me that there was a response to my post on what to do with the next 40 years..... Some mysterious person, Krypto blasted me for not writing more. I never new people besides Jim or Krista were reading my blather and while I knew my posts were public I didn't think anyone cared enough to read. I'm flattered but also leary. Who ( Read more... )

What will I spend the next 40 years of my life doing? I'm a police officer today but will I stay in this job? Probably. I used to think of people that stayed where they were as trading their dreams for security... utter failures afraid to dare to seek out their fortune and fame... scared to be bold. I thought about going to Arkansas and marketing ( Read more... )

I'm on patrol when a call goes out that a man is running from a lynch mob and is an expert archer and not afraid to kill as he did in NAM and he trains attack vipers. (think THULSA DOOM from CONAN). I find him quickly and he takes me back to his house where he swears there are ninjas hiding in the bamboo in his back yard. He begs me to go inside ( Read more... )

On any given day, at any given hour it's just about a sure bet that Bobby Mitchell will be on the corner of Airways and Lamar on the Texaco lot wandering into traffic begging for money. Bobby is a unique man. He's beaten the criminal justice system and is above the law due to his hygene. He's an admitted crack head and alcoholic and only eats ( Read more... )