The Gathering

I am making more of a concerted effort this holiday to gather my sons together.   In the past, I leaned towards playing the holiday down, as I have so many times in the past.  But this year, I feel we all need to look at each other as just men, and try to relate this time, instead of just all the regular amenities associated with seeing and greeting a loved one whom you have not seen in a while.

Of course, I will be attempting to "reel" them in on my concept without them knowing.  I think the slightest glimpse that I might be trying to get us to communicate closer, would be met with...."Dad's getting corny now".

I have to say that when I write (in words that I can see), my gut begins to crunch as I am jolted to reality that I have 3 sons, not just 2.  And to contiually leave my third son out of any of my equations in my life, is always an uneasy guiltful feeling that shows up every now and then.

I Love Dog Sitting

My 21 year old son calls me, and asks if I can watch his dog for the evening, while he attends some hard rock concert.

I can't describe for you the elation I felt.  The dog is actually a 6 month old, girl Labrador puppy.  I am in love with this little doggie, and I immediately accepted his request.

There was a time in my life when I could not stand having a dog around me. The hair, the licking, the barking, the doing of #1's, and 2's, and all those other things that come with taking care of an animal.  But all that has changed now.

After watching many programs on TV about dogs, I have come  to the conclusion that no finer friend of a human could exist.  Their unconditional love for their owner has allowed me to overlook the downsides of being a dog owner.

I can't wait to hug and kiss and pet and walk and feed and play, and even clean up her shit.  And the best part is, when the evening comes around and we settle in, this black labrador puppy curls around below my feet, lowers her body, and closes her eyes until I am ready to rise.  And then, watching her stretch out her slick body as she awakens in the morning, just fills my heart with joy.

Damn.....I have been living alone too long.  Maybe I should get a girlfriend.

The Masses Will Run

I vividly remember walking away from the World Trade Center disaster.

Yes, I was there.

I was two blocks away and had just started my activities related to my job, at around 8:00 A.M.  I was a union carpenter who commuted from NJ every morning to work in either uptown or downtown, depending on the scheduled client.

That day, the company I worked for , Steelcase Architechural, had two accounts in Manhatten. My partner and I drove in together, parked my car at the Port Authority, and took a cab to our first chosen contract, with the cabbie using Broadway as our main route.

About 7:30 we passed Chase Bank (on Broadway).  We had a small contract job to complete there, and opted to end our pre-planned early "get away" with that job.  Chase Bank, by the way, is a stones throw from Tower 2, World Trade.  During the ride, my early morning gaze through the cab window focused (as it always did) on those two gothic square pyramids as we passed.

 

So we drove away from the Twin Towers and bypassed Chase Bank, which could easily have been our first choice of construction sites to visit.  As it turns out, the Chase Bank branch was affected by the destruction, and has since moved out.

2 Broadway, MTA (mass transit authority) downtown, 5 blocks from the World Trade Center, was our dropoff.  My day was moving along as typically as all of my other days, as I shuffled from the cab seat to the curb, retrieved my tools from the cab's trunk, and proceeded to lug my tools through the MTA's elaborate lobby.

As constuction personel, we were only allowed to use the freight elevators to transport our tools to the designated worksite floor.  And it was not until I stepped off the elevator on 28th floor of the MTA building, did I feel the elevator shake.  At that time, I thought it was just the elevator.  Now I realize it was the entire building.

Time for a change

I really feel stuck.

Not moving ahead, and luckily , not moving backwards.

Yet, I feel that "stuck" is worse than not moving either way.

So, I have decided to move out of NJ.  And my main attraction for selecting a new geographical location to reside in, is that my new home must be in a potentially hazardous neighborhood.

Now, not in the sense of its inhabitants, but more in the sense of its ability to attract a Natural Disaster.  I have this weird urge to be in the midst of a phenomenon that is hugely more powerful than man.

Could some of my readers suggest some places where I could live that would suit my new requirements?

Perhaps you live there already, and could make some reccomendations.

thanks

The Dad My Children Never Knew

I often wonder why I write.  I am not a writer by any means. Nor do I have an interesting story that might captivate a large audience.  Yet, I find myself compelled to document my boring life.

I often wonder about my father's life, and how it was that he never showed any weakness or worries.  Except for his diminishing health in the last couple of years of his life, he rarely ever exhibited any loss of control, and always portrayed a man of confidence.  He was, as we all wish our fathers could be, a man who could always assist us in our most dire hours of need.

But what was he really thinking?

How did he really feel about himself and his family?

I am quite sure that there are things he would never have told me, even if he were alive today.  We all have our secrets.  Yet, now that he is gone, and my life has followed his death with such turmoil and family upheavals, that I wonder if I should just keep my mouth shut so that I can remain as much a mystery as my father.

Most blogs that I read are really just diaries.  Public diaries that thousands can read, and even comment on. But my children (14, 21, 28, sons) have never read my blog, and I would not want them to read it.  My archives reveal many of my feelings that I don't care if the world knows about, but I would rather they remain secret from my sons while I am still alive.

So , I write about my boring life, and document my feelings about stuff in it, so that I can reveal to my siblings, the Dad My Children Never Knew, when I am dead.

I Was Very Impressed With NEOBUX, and I think you should read this post

I usually like to just write about my life and how screwed up it has become and continues to be.

And I like for my blog to get viewed, so I join up with a "rotater" and I read other people's blogs so that I can get credit for the rotater site to put my blog up in front of other members who have to view it for about 20 seconds.

Well, I never thought much about making money with this kind of stuff because I could never get really excited about making .005 cents.  C'mon.....  .005 cents....what is that?

Well, anyhow, I ran across a really simple , yet detailed explanation of how I could build this up to $30 per day.  Now seriously gang.....who needs a measley $30 per day????

Hellooooo....I thought I didn't.  But helloo....again.  I could really use $1500 per month!!!

And, it is so simple to achieve that just by following the really simple, yet detailed instructions below.

So after you are done reading the instructions below, then just click the nice Neobux banner I have installed to the right, and do the instructions.

I never promote this stuff, but my referer laid out the plan so simply and precisely that I could not help but tell all of my readers to try this out with me.

I mean.....you know how broke I am.  And maybe this extra $1500 per month might just put me back on the right track.

So don't let me do this alone.  Join this cool place called Neobux for free.  See, that is what's cool too.....its free....and if its free...its for me!!!  Read the instructions below, click the cool Neobux banner to the right, and let's do this together. Why not?
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Neobux is a Paid To Click website, or PTC. What that means is that you click on ads and view them for a few seconds and get $0.01 to $0.015 cents added to your account. This isn’t much, but the key to earning here is through referals. Best part is you can rent referals and you get paid when they click as well.



Here is what to do step-by-step.



1. Signup for free by clicking on the  banner to the right,  if you haven’t done so already.



2. Click on ‘view advertisements’ section in your back office. You should have about 4-5 ads to look at. Click on one, click on the red button and wait for the website to load. Once it says ‘$0.01 credited to your account’ you can close the page and then go to your next ad. After you have viewed all your ads you are done for the day.



3. Repeat this every day until you get over $0.75 in your account



4. Transfer $0.75 to your ‘rental balance’ and rent your first 3 referals by clicking on the ‘referals’ tab. Also, turn autopay ON! This is IMPORTANT! What this does is subtract 1 ad that your rented referal will see each day, but it will put that money towards paying them! Now you have your first 3 rented referals!



5. Keeping clicking your ads every day and check to see that your referals are clicking as well.



If 4-5 days go by and some of your referals aren’t clicking you can recycle them. To see your referal stats look at ‘referals’ and click on the blue arrow to the right. This will show you all your rented referals and the last time they have clicked on ads. If one hasn’t been active you can recycle them by clicking on the 2 green arrows on the right side. This costs $0.07 but is worth it because if they aren’t clicking you will lose money.



6. Continue this process – log in and click your ads every day, check your referals to make sure they are active, and keep renting referals in increments of 3 as you get $1 or so in your main balance (don’t forget to transfer that $1 to your rental balance!) until you get to 500 referals. Yes, this will take time and if you want you can save up your cash and purchase more referals as you wish. But I advise you to just buy 3 at a time until you get used to how much money you need to keep your referals.



7. Once you get to 500 or so referals. DON’T BUY ANY MORE AND DON’T CASH OUT! THIS IS IMPORTANT! Let your balance build up to $100 and then you can buy Golden Membership. What this does is DOUBLE the amount of money you are paid from your referals! Instead of earning $0.005 per referal click you earn $0.01!!!



8. After you upgrade to Golden (which is a one year upgrade) you can start buying referals again until you hit 2,000.



9. Once you hit 2,000 referals start cashing out! You should be making at least $30 a day!



And this hasn’t cost you any of your own money!



Now keep in mind that you can also get direct referals that you don’t have to rent. Advertise your link to all your friends and contacts and once they join you give them the same steps to do that I have detailed here. HELP THEM SUCCEED AND YOU WILL SUCCEED FASTER!!!



You can earn faster by refering others! So put your link in blogs, forums, traffic exchanges and everywhere else you can, but DON’T SPAM!



This does take time, but is worth it!



DIRECT REFERALS



The most overlooked feature when people build NeoBux is direct referals. Direct referals help you earn even faster and better yet they don’t cost any money whereas rented referals cost you money month after month to maintain. Most people who join NeoBux don’t bother trying to get direct referals because they think it is too hard or they try by simply posting their affiliate link everywhere. That doesn’t work.



Getting direct referals is quite easy if you know how. Rule #1 – NEVER advertise your affiliate link and expect results. Make a splash page that grabs the persons interest. When people want to know more about what you have to offer then you can re-direct them to your affiliate link.



Grab your free splash page maker >>>HERE<<<



GIVING A REFERAL A ROADMAP TO SUCCESS IS KEY!



Don’t you want direct referals that click everyday and don’t cost you any money? If you don’t give them a guide and show them how to succeed what will happen is they will maybe join, click for a few days then quit because they are only making a few cents. You HAVE to show them the long-term guide to success. Maybe they are only making a few cents now, but when they have 500+ referals in their downline they will start making $200-$300 a month and it goes up from there.



Once you have your splash page made that grabs their attention like the one I made you need to advertise it in front of people who are looking for ways to make money for free. One of the best places I have found are traffic exchanges. Traffic exchange surfers have their own programs where they are looking for referals anyway and they are always looking for free ways to make money.

Remember The "She-Devil"...............EX Go-Go Girl Girlfriend.....Visiting

Sometimes I wonder if being too nice of a guy, is partially responsible for my current life status.  But there were too many times that I remember being a bastard to make me eligible for "Nice Guy" status.

Yet, the "She-Devil" from my previous posts is actually visiting my one bedroom apartment, by my invitation.....ain't that some shit!  

Will one of my readers out there please send me SUICIDE INSTRUCTIONS, for I fear the potential outcome of any and all extended time near She-Devil.

There was a time when all this girl had to do was be in a white fish net body suit, and stand in my kitchen in her spiked heels, to gain easy entry into any abode I was living in at the time.  Way Hot!  Even you girls might like it.  But.............times change and so does love.

 oh my god this is the she devil he has truly lost his mind did he mention he is on his way to the percocet doctor......   suicide right not because of me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

And that little phase above is exactly what I am talking about.  I normally get to come into my office, sit down in front of my screen, and let the words run from my mind to this page, without interruption.  Yet, it must be a right of passage for ex girlfriends to feel that when they are with you, you have temporarily lost your privacy privileges.

Good thing for me , I was mentally prepared for the girl I refer to in my previous posts as, a mobile moving minefield.  Can't be certain that anything is different in her life, that would make her more valuable to hang out with.  Yet, I am at least 75% sure that even any friendship is surely doomed in the end with the She- Devil.

Is Your Cholesterol High?

I am going to my doctor this morning for a blood test to see how my Cholesterol is doing.

It was a very high number 2 months ago, so my doctor prescribed Zocor to bring the numbers down.  I am supposed to eat a low cholesterol diet also, but my first experiment (shhh...don't tell my doctor) is to not change my eating habits, and see if the pill takes care of things.  If it does, then I can keep having my Taylor Ham sandwiches in the mornings.

If the numbers are still high, then I will endure a healthy diet and get back to exercising.

I have been seriously depressed lately, so having a condition that might shorten my journey on this planet is not so threatening.  I actually tried pills for depression once, and they made me sick to my stomach, so the hell with that.  I don't mind dying, I just want to at least feel good when I do.

My 28 year old son, who lives in Chicago, is home in NJ for a wedding and I am looking forward to his brief visit.  I think my son respects me as his father, yet I always get the impression that he does not respect me as the man that I am.  He is a very loving and caring person, yet when he was old enough to understand the choices I made in my life, I don't think he was very impressed.  And as such, he tends to avoid me.

My 21 year old son left my home 4 months ago to begin , and enjoy, his independence as an adult.  I thought that he might at least visit me once a week, but the last time I saw him was on Father's Day.  I got lucky though, one day, when he needed a baby sitter for his new little puppy.  He dropped the puppy off, and rushed right out the door.  So at least I got to hug him real quick.

The 3 of us are supposed to have lunch on Sunday, and I am anxious to have that happen.  It has been a while since we have all been together.  My boys are from 2 separate marriages.

Sort of a boring post today, but I am really just killing time till I go to the doctor's office. 

I have got a couple of interesting dates that I will write about.  So stick around.

What Happened to Psycopomposity.net?

I used to follow a blog address psycopomposity.net .

When I click my link in my dashboard, it says that the site does not exist.

I always wanted to know if she or he got their new job. They used to live in Abeline, and I used to spell that city wrong all the time.

Well, if you ever see this post, I hope that all is well.

Be Happy Today

It Is Time To Battle The IRS........those bastards

I have decided to hire a group of Tax lawyers to assist me in getting a handle on the $150,000 that I owe to the IRS.

One would think that I would own all kinds of possessions and investments with that kind of debt. Willie Nelson and Wesley Snipes owed millions of dollars, and they still rode around in limos and owned mansions.  Yet I am always on the brink of homelessness and starvation.

So , I sold some stuff, and did not pay a couple of bills, in order to raise the $2000 retainer for my legal counsel.  I have heard that some of those Tax sites are scams, but up to this point, it appears that the one I selected is legitimate. 

My ultimate goal is to cut the levies that are currently on my income, in half.  At this moment, our greedy government takes $2,400 from me every month, and leaves me with $1400 to live on.  Is that obscene, or what?

And, it is my hope that my lawyers will be able to reduce the overall amount that I owe the IRS.  The actual total cost of my legal bill is going to be $7,500, which the legal firm advised me that I could pay off in 4 monthly installments.  I , in turn advised them that I could not pay them one penny additional until they had the levies lifted (which they promised they could do).

So we will see how this latest financial chapter of my life progresses.  There may be lots of bad language in my future posts.

I Finally Have Flowers.........I Hope I'm Not Turning Gay

Last year when I moved into my apartment (well about 16 months ago), I made a lot of purchases from estate sales and garage sales, to furnish my new place.

I wanted unique items, and at the time I was rolling in the "on hand" cash, so I spent it.  One such item that I spent some money on was a PLUMERIA TREE . You can use the link I provide, but basically the Plumeria Tree is the Hawaiian Lei Plant.  You know....that nice necklace of flowers that the Hawaiian Dancers place around your neck, as you enter the Island.

Well , last year, 2009, in April, I placed my newly acquired Plumeria Tree outside, and it was my turn to care for it.  By the way, it was at least 5 years old already, and I bought it for $50.  At that time, it looked almost dead, with no leaves, and no flowers.

But a couple of gay guys advised me that it was really a beautiful plant that sprang to life in the summer months, with flowers and leaves.

Anyhow, last summer it did come alive with huge , bright, expansive leaves, yet it never yielded any flowers.

Now I say...."Yippie, yee ha, hallelujah ....I have my first bloom in the summer of 2010.  I can only conclude that this 5 day , over 90 degree heat wave that the East Coast is experiencing, is directly responsible for the welcome addition to the leaves of my Plumeria Tree.  

Do I sound gay?  Well, I am extremely happy about it, that's for sure.

The photos are my own personal snapshots, and not some computer rip off's, like the ones I use in many of my posts.  So enjoy, and share in my delight, on the bloom of my first flower.

Oh, and I met a rare flower yesterday, and had a great time, on what normally would have been a boring day for me.

Two flowers in 2 days....I'm on a roll.

I Absolutely Love Hot Weather.....as long as there is air conditioning

I see that I have not posted a fresh story in a week.  Let's get back to business.

Areas of NJ hit 100 degrees today.  That is just way too cool.  I love the heat.  I am almost at a point in my religious beliefs, where I need something to believe in.  So why not that big orange/yellow ball of fire in the sky.  Seriously people.....it never lets you down, it shows up every day, and the warmth it provides on your body is almost spiritual.

So....my God is the Sun.  There were, (and maybe are) some cultures that worshipped the Sun God.  I believe that God's name was Ra.  All I know is that when I am feeling down, a bright , warm, sunny day always inspires me to forge ahead.  I don't waste my time praying to someone who has never shown his (or her) face in a few thousand years.  And whose biography begins in a part of the world where hate and killing and murder is a way of life.  And I am to believe that my savior was born in that region, where young children are groomed from the time they can talk and reason, to hate and kill.  Give me a break.

Well, my ongoing battle with the IRS is taking a new route this week.  I paid a tax lawyer a $1950 retainer fee to begin the process of lowering my wage levies, and possibly lowering the overall amount that I owe.  I have been unsuccessful for 6 months now in my communications with a Tax Advocate.  Those people are worthless.  If my lawyer says that he can get the IRS to lower my garnishments, (at a final cost of $7,000), then why is it that my Tax Advocate can't use the same tactics and get it done for me for free?

So, a lot of my posts in the next couple of months will be the progress of my battle to put more money in my pocket each month.  I love America, but I can't stand, and don't trust our government.  They are right up there with cops.....ego maniacs with a badge and guns.

Be back in a couple of days.................

I Didn't Know It Till Now.....But I'm Totally a Buddhist!!!!

Religion has always been a real sore point with me.

Sure, I was raised as a Catholic (Italian Dad, Irish Mom), but to me it was just like going to shcool......I couldn't wait till I didn't have to go church any longer after my confirmation.

So lately, with the way my life has been going, I thought that maybe I should consider getting back to some religion and faith, and I started to read the bible.

Now, since I don't want to get into some long dissertation tonight, I am going to sum up my feelings in the next paragraph regarding religion and the bible.

First , it always bugged me that wars and killing , quite often, are started because of religion , and in the name of God.  Then, after reading a few passages from the bible, I come to learn that Noah, and Moses, and Kane and Able, were all over a couple of hundred years old.  Well, that sealed it for me and God and religion.  If I was not a believer before I read the bible, just the first couple of pages nailed my coffin shut on that belief....and I don't think I am coming back to life......like some people.

I just happened across the beliefs and laws of Buddhism......and sure as shit, I am a Buddhist.

So all you saviors out there, I welcome all of your criticisms and your comments.  Don't be shy.  As a Buddhist, you will not offend me.

Maybe I Should Tell You About SUBOXONE

Yesterday, my first paragraph would have led you to assume that I am some kind of addict.

And in a way, you would be correct.

Yet, my addiction arose from my legitamate use of pain killers.  I had a spinal disease that for some strange reason, caused my ankles to sear with pain when I walked. So , since I was in construction, and responsible for the competion of million dollar jobs, my doctor prescribed Percocet so that I could get through my 7 hour day.

After about 1 year, the pain in my ankles disappeared.  Financially it made sense to me to cease my use of Percocet.  Yet, two days away from that pill (of which I was taking 8 per day), caused such severe withdrawals, that I began taking the pill just to get relief from the cramping and sweating and chills and blurred vision, and a multidude of horrible biological symptoms which no human should endure.

I know what Michael Jackson, (and a host of other Stars) were going through. But they could afford their addictions, even though in the end it killed them.  I , on the other hand, was going through $1800 per month, buying Perc's off the street, to stave off my withdrawals.

There was no HIGH.  There was just "not feeling like shit".  And only Perc could save my day.

When I finally could no longer afford to buy Percocet, I checked myself into a ReHab Center.  That alone was $750 per day, and I did not have insurance at the time.

It was while I was in ReHab, that I discovered SUBOXONE.  This little 2 milligram orange pill, administered to me every 6 hours, alleviated all of my withdrawal symptoms.

I stayed in ReHab for 3 days, and checked myself out (to save some money), and headed directly to a doctor who was licensed to prescribe SUBOXONE.

Little did I know, how addictive SUBOXONE is.  Even though it only costs me about $300 per month now, I am struggling to wean myself off of SUBOXONE, two years after checking myself out of ReHab.

Just something else to add to the "crap" pile, that has become my life.

Try Being Poor Sometime

Hi everyone,

I have been away for awhile, doing illegal stuff, and dealing with my percocet addiction (which is actually a suboxone addition now), and feeling sorry for myself.  I almost have the "monkey on my back" licked, but I have to really tough it out.

Sometimes, I forget,  that writing about how one's life is going, and how one's life has gone, can be therapeutical.

My topic today, is a topic that I would never have thought to include myself in, because I always figured I would never be poor.

Even though I am not poor in the sense of not having a car, or not wearing clean clothes, or not feeding myself and others........I really do feel poor.

It could be that since my mother and father were living as middle class, I could never feel like I was missing anything.  I believe, that as long as you are clean, and don't have any illness (that money can't cure), and that you can always eat when you are hungry, then, you should never think you are poor.  Am I basically correct with that?

Please answer that with a comment, regarding how you feel about that last statement, even if it is controversial.

Yet, as you live in your designated monetary society, and conduct your daily activities based on what your  "on hand" income will allow you to do, in that particular class....it is usually that class of people, with whom you will associate. Yet, I can say that I am intelligent enough, and clean enough, and know how to dress for the occasion enough, that I can fool most people with whom I come in contact with, of my "actual" financial status.  But , in the long run, it is the poor people of this world with whom I associate.

Would you agree with me that being poor can be, in the majority, linked to the reason of why theft occurs?  That is probably a very easy statistic to verify (given today's poll community).  But, in a non argumentative way, and without bringing in "greed ", would that be a fair assumption?

Before I continue, let me know what your opinion is?

Thanks

Why the F**K Did I Lose $50,000 -Fifty Thousand Dollars ---F**K

I thought that the guy upstairs would have given up by now. But he is still cranking his fucking music. That means that I have to keep up with him, and keep mine cranked up.

I generally like low volume all the time. I'm 55 now, and I guess my rockin' days are over.

But Frank (guy upstairs) must be guzzling a lot of booze since it is the holiday weekend. And now, I have to be the prick, and if he finally shuts his fucking Michael Jackson music off, I have to keep mine cranked, just to show him how it feels when you want to go to sleep,and the fucking music is still playing.

So, self inflicted torture to prove a point, that this drunk upstairs won't get anyway. Damn

My own fault for having to live like a poor man, surrounded by assholes. I deserve this for gambling all my money away.

Did I tell you that I lost $50,000 in 2 months. Who does that if they only make $15,000 per year?  I don't want to talk about it.
Makes me sick. See you tomorrow. Maybe I'll tell you the story tomorrow, of how I got the 50 grand, and then how I gambled all it away in 8 weeks. Fuck

Surround Sound Wars

My neighbor in the upstairs apartment invited me up for a shot of Hennessy White. It burned all the way down.

Its amazing that we are still cordial and friendly with each other. He is always cranking his surround sound system up until it shakes the glasses in my little downstairs apartment.

Now , I couldn't , and shouldn't complain. We must both be in the same financial shape, or we wouldn't be living there.

So , I went on Ebay, and bought myself a surrond sound system. Now when he blasts his, I blast mine. I'm fine with that.

He even asked me once if he was playing his stuff too loud. I told him that the only time he will hear mine, is when I can't hear my own, because of his.  He was fine with that.

That's it for today....Just gonna chill for the rest of the evening.

Can You Sell Ice Cubes to Eskimos ? Use the Direct Approach

I have to admit, there are some slick sales people out there in Internet Land that have me wanting to buy anything they sell if it comes in a nicely packaged website.

And then, my friends, there are some people who want to cut out all the fluff and take the.....mmmm.......let me call it.......The Direct Approach.

While visiting all my fellow bloggers, out there in blogdom, I stumbled across a site that uses...............................The Direct Approach to attain its sales quota.

I'll admit, I was a little jealous at first when I saw her technique.  Yet I realized very quickly after reading her blog there is no way I could, "nut it out" . She is in a fearless league of her own.

If you want to find out what "nut it out" means and who says it, I encourage you to visit a real great Australian girl, who offers a no nonsense product, with a sales technique that will
have you digging into your pockets.

You won't want to miss out on a chance to experience  The Direct Approach.

I told you I was going to introduce you to some of the more intriguing people "in this universe", and you're not going to want to miss a chance to meet...........................

                       
                          Pretty Tarny, as she presents....The Direct Approach

Domestic Violence and Police Don't Mix

A comment was left on my previous post by an extremely content filled blog called Behind The Blue Wall .

My reply to that comment will be the subject of my early morning post today.

Cloud, the author of this well documented blog about domestic violence committed by police , got me thinking as to how I display myself when I make posts that bash cops.

I am not racist against police.  Even though that's like saying that cops are a race, all their own.  Which sometimes.....I wonder.

I agree that not all cops are bad. But I also don't believe they are anything close to a hero.

They are paid to respond, and are equipped with a weapon, which makes them the "most capable" individuals to alert in an emergency.

It is the unarmed, plain clothes citizen, who comes to the rescue, armed with nothing but courage and love for his fellow human..........those are heroes.

I believe that, it is not the person, it is the uniform that transforms this trusted profession of "serve and protect", into harrass and pass judgement.

And far too often, as  Behind The Blue Wall exhibits, it hits home.

I say these words as an American citizen with no criminal record, and zero points as a driver, having no agenda.

P.S.........The contributions made by Sting in assisting the victims of Hurricane Katrina........Maybe the Police are heroes.

My Crap is Nothing Compared To This American Disaster

Every day I become more proficient at the inner workings of blogs.

Yet, as my experimentation with finding other interesting blogs progressed, I happened upon a blog that I implore you to seek out and view.

I have it listed to the right in the "Blogs I Follow" section.

It is a blog that reveals and exposes the Domestic Violence That Cops Commit .

In my archives, I had a post that was titled COPS SUCK.  After discovering this informative and content filled blog called Behind The Blue Wall, I have not grown any fonder of that profession.

Tell your friends and loved ones to visit Behind The Blue Wall , especially if any of them are suffering domestic abuse from the ones who are employed to protect and serve us.

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I almost got sucked into the marketing mecca that blogging has become these days.

Maybe I have a computer that is so out dated that it does not block the bombardment of banners and pop-ups suggesting that if you "click here", there will be money there.
But when enough of that type of solicitation kept appearing on my screen,  I finally succumbed, and began trying to sell things on my blog.

forgive me.....

Even though finance is at the forefront of most endeavors these days, I forgot that blogging should be to comfort and inform and most importantly, expose. Blogging experts (of which I'm not) will contend there are many other reasons for blogging -and there are - but those 3 - *comfort*, *inform*, and *expose* will be mine....OK?....OK.

Blogging comforts me in knowing that there are so many more happy people out there than the unhappy.  Maybe , I am biased in that opinion, but I surf many blogs, and most of them I just click "NEXT BLOG", because those blogs are about happy and peppy and bursting with love....people.

Blogging informs me on the life style and customs of other cultures, and allows me to experience the world from my tiny office.

And finally, blogging exposes the inner most thoughts and feelings - good or bad - of my fellow humans, on the events in the world that affect all of us.

I have to confess that I was very frightened of asking that my blog be invited to join other blogs because mine was not all blessed and perfect and happy and peppy and bursting with love.  My blog was going to be about all the everyday crap in my life, and consequently, how it got to be so crappy.

So when I saw that along with all the happy and loving blogs I was reading, there were, also,  just loads of ...."Why Don't You Buy What I'm Selling" blogs, amongst the selections, I tried to tweek and conform.....and maybe I could get accepted into the blog society.

I haphazardly refined my blogging techniques to where I was revealing some of my crappy life, and combined it with marketing techniques on selling an affilliate item , with someone else's website. 

A simple review of my previous posts, (though perhaps cleverly disguised in the Title) will suffice as an example of how I was willing to desecrate the sanctity of the blog.

Starting today, I am going to return to writing about my dreadful life.  The first and foremost reason for this decision, is that I love to write.  "Please tell me"  -kind reader- 
"Isn't a blog just a diary for the world to be able to access"?

My blog posts will always be truthful, yet not always cheerful. 

The very first comment I ever received for my very first blog was from a reader that (in so many words) said.... "I needed some professional help".  And she didn't mean golf lessons.

The commenter, who herself has a wonderfully visual and expressive blog, helped me to realize that at least there was no "bull-s**t" coming from my brain to these written words.

So, I invite you to drive by my place every now and then, and stop for a cup and a dish of whatever I'm serving that day.  And until I have enough money to be able to agree with others who profess that "money can't buy happiness", you're going to have to share some humble pie along with a couple of anecdotes of a poor man's survival in America.

"Thinking" and "Driving" Should Be A Violation

I have kind of gone off the beatin' track here is the last couple of posts, and I don't want you thinking that my life now is peachy and keen.  I just thought that if something good happens while I am documenting my Natural Disasters, then that diversion is also worth recalling in my life. 

So I planted myself here today, in front of my monitor, in my self proclaimed "Creativity Room" ( converniently named because I could not afford a bed ), and proceeded to reclaim some of the thoughts that traversed through my head as I navigated my  Toyota Scion around the "hydroplaned" water trenches that extended for miles on Route 78, in New Jersey. 

Yes, I live in Jersey, and except for the seasons, this state has everything.  And I'll use that slogan when I become the Governer.  You didn't know I was running, did you?

Anywho.........as I was driving, I was thinking about of a lot of great stuff.  And I was so afraid of forgetting my thoughts,  I ran over to my computer and accepted the first piece of writing software that was quickly available, and, as the darkness cleared,  this screen was right in front of me.....right where I left off about 2 hours ago, so.....I am saving my thoughts here.  I don't care if you make millions of dollars with the great stuff I thought of while I was driving.   You'll see.......I am going to write it down now, hit the save button, and the "publish post" button, and then............you will be able to see my great ideas that I don't even have copyrighted.  And it is because , maybe my ideas are crap, or......(and I would rather have this comment) - my ideas have already been done, you bozo.  Does anyone remember Bozo?  Did I watch him?

Here is the first one of my thoughts

A Theme Coffee Table

It could be any style coffee table, any shape, any size.  Yet, instead of the top of the table being made of wood, or glass, or ceramic, or whatever material.........how about a coffee table where the top is tempered glass (safety thickness), and is supported and suspended approximately 6" above the finished surface of the coffee table, itself.

The selling point here is that, in between the void of the actual table top and the supported tempered glass,  an architectural theme would be displayed.

It would be a 3 dimensional Display of all the traits and qualities that are in the person's life, totally viewable through the glass top.

I would like to know if Tiger Woods owns, or would like to own a coffee table (manufactured in the highest quality) for his living room, with a layout of a golf course (tress, sand, water, the whole deal)  and perhaps some Porcelain sculpted golfers, as an attractive and conversational furniture piece.

So, all who read my stuff, please let me know if this has been done, or is dumb. And you can say dumb.  Just don't spell it Dum

I have more dumb stuff that I will put in here tomorrow......or........maybe a good idea. 

Or, maybe a million dollar idea .  DO NOT CLICK THAT!!!  This is about MY  idea, not someone else's.

I have more of my stuff tomorrow.  I just put that link in there because I can't let a day go by without at least mentioning how I am starting to get more money.

That's why I don't change my bio.  I never want to forget, or go back there.