Changing Reality.....A Matter Of Quantum Physics

This post is directing you to view the profile of the author and of all the previous posts, for they are of important relevance to the changing of reality.

In Quantum Physics, there are many unanswered questions. It is almost the basic nature of the study, to remain forever in question.  But the one subject that most authorities on the will agree upon, is the effect that it has on the past and the future.

Follow my future posts and meet the Professor, as he changes my reality.

Cops Suck !

I don't usually do 2 posts in one day.  But I wanted to get this one down and in before I calm down and talk myself out of it because some cops , or inlaws of cops, might read my blog and be offended.

And it is because of the fact, that in my profile, towards the end I state that I love and respect my fellow man and woman, as long as that fellow human intends no harm.  So you could be gay, Indian, janitor, old, lawyer, judge, prostitute , and I would accept you and not pass a predetermined opinion on you.

So, feel free to comment, because I am not going easy on this one.....

Cops suck!

And I am tired of calling them heroes.  Any time that I was in any kind of dire situation in life, I had to get out of it myself.  Not once in my 55 years on this earth has a cop ever come to my aid.  I was attacked by some Latin King gang members, at an ATM, and wound up fighting my way out of it, but suffered a busted jaw and a fractured orbit.  So, I could have used a cop there, but the gang members did not give me a chance to make a call.  And when did the cops show up?  After I dragged my bloody and busted body to the nearest home to call for an ambulance.

But this post is not about the cops protecting me from gang members, but that my only interaction with the police in 55 years has always been a negative experience.  Granted, the majority of the interactions were when they were busy meeting their ticket quota, ultimately transferring my funds into the state coffers.

Let me quantify this rant by explaining that about one hour ago, I was pulled over be a cop for speeding, and it simply was not true.  I have been pulled over for speeding before (not in the past 10 years) and took the ticket unwillingly, without any resistance,  because I knew they were valid. 

In this particular incident an hour ago, I calmly explained to the officer (cop) that he pulled over the wrong speeding vehicle....mine.  The explanation I gave to the cop to substantiate his mistake, was quite valid and sensible, and a little too lengthy to bore you with here, but should have kept the young boy trooper at bay.

Yet, the only thing that boy in a uniform and hat could see, was his ego being questioned.  And you know it is true, that most cops would rather write that ticket and be wrong, than admit to a possible error in his egotistical judgement.

You will see time and time again, when a cop is caught using his badge to dole out his own brand of justice.  And some police sympathizers might claim that those are isolated instances, and not true of all cops.  I say what they those cops say to me about speeding......"If we caught you this time, its only because you do it all the time and just got caught".

I told the young boy, in a uniform and hat with a badge, that we would be seeing each other again in court, as I intend to plead not guilty.

It Is Bad And Wrong To Fly Your Plane Into An IRS Building

When I retired at 55 years of age, I had it fairly well figured out that I would have enough monthly money from my Pension to pay the bills.

I was a  Union carpenter for 33 years and at the age of 53, I acquired a disease called Ankylosing Spondylitis.  It is basically a fusion of the spine, for which there is no cure, and only pain management.  So heavy lifting (which my job required) could no longer be accomplished and I was forced into retirement with a disability.

After a rigorous investigation by the Social Security Administration, along with documents from my doctors and their doctors, I was also awarded Social Security Disability.  After 33 years of being a carpenter, I was now disabled and could not work in my profession.

One would think that my Pension check and my Social Security Disability check that I receive every month would be enough for a disabled person to live on , with some dignity.  Not so.  Our government, specifically the IRS, has decided to put their greedy hands into my only income, and levy my checks for over 65% of their net. 

Now granted, it is because of the poor choices I made when filling out W-4 forms and the late filing of my taxes, back in my younger and stupid days that put me in such a financial debacle with the IRS, but to levy a disabled person whose only source of income are the checks I was awarded because of my disability, IS JUST NOT RIGHT.  Those bastards (IRS) are taking $24,000 per year from my $37,000 per year income. 

The person who flew his plane into an IRS building , was wrong in taking innocent lives, while he took his own.  Yet, I can only imagine the kind of havoc they were wreaking on his financial life, to drive him to do such a horrible act.

I, now disabled, have been reduced to less than poverty level income, while I sit and watch our government hand out billions of dollars to people who make millions and will never suffer.

The IRS is not some robotic machine that is only operating by electricity and some computer commands.  It is run by humans, and I am sure that the many letters I write to the IRS machine that they are inflicting an immense financial hardship on a disabled person, are read by a human being.  All it takes is one human being in the IRS to approve some type of relief for my levies.  And it certainly is not the IRS building that is non-responsive to my requests.

The Bible

I read somewhere that the Bible is , year after year, on the best seller's list.

In my "about me" section, I state that I am not a religious man.

I was born Catholic and was hussled off to church, every Sunday as a youth, guided by my mother who I know  now was only following "standard operating procedure" for the son of an Irish and Italian in that era (1955 - 1965).  And I know this now because after receiving the crowning glory of "confirmation", my mother never got dressed up on Sundays any longer, and I was not forced to go to church.

And unlike school, I was never told that "not going" would get me in trouble. So , I was very happy to be over with religion.

When I surf through blogs in different categories, I will more often than not, encounter Bible related blogs, with stories of blessed lives, accompanied with passages from the Bible.  Some even have whole scriptures as the post for the day.

I would have to say, without hesitation, that the extent of my knowledge of the Bible would have to be whatever television shows or documentaries I have viewed during my lifetime, that had some religious content.  I have been to plenty of motels, during the time that they put Bibles in the night table drawer, and never once bothered to read a single passage.

So , here is my point to this blog post today.  I started to read an "online" English version of Genesis from page one.  I am assuming that what I selected is the beginning of the Bible.

Now, I am hoping  since I discovered that a huge segment of bloggers seem to have a genuine faith, that my many questions about passages from the Bible, be addressed and commented on from any objective and informed reader. 

My plan is to read a few pages of the "online English translation" of the Bible every day, and enter any queries in all my future blog posts.  I am also going to post what I think I learned from the pages I am reading.  Please comment on anything that you feel I might not be getting right. 

So, after my first readings, I am asking myself :
Why could man and woman live to be centuries old in the beginning?

And then I couldn't mentally grasp the meaning of this passage : 8:20 And Noah made an altar to the Lord, and from every clean beast and bird he made burned offerings on the altar.  What did he burn?

So far the Bible is interesting, and what I am reading seems like general knowledge that I accumlated through the years from TV.  Just those couple of questions above are presenting me with belief issues.

I am going into this Bible reading thing with an open mind and the premise that I should take what I read "in good faith" that it really happened that way.

  

Don't Do Crack.......worth repeating......Don't Do Crack

I want to tell you a bit more about the girl named Blondie.

You remember.....the NJ Go-Go girl that I was sleeping with for about 8 years. See blog entitled "She Devil".

The reason Blondie comes back into mind, is that today I found myself planted on a bar stool at Lookers Gentlemans' Club.  I was emersed in a sea of artificial fog, while I gazed upon what I thought to be a goddess from the heavens.  OK< OK....so a 55 year old man sucked down his southern comfort and beer too quickly and everything looked good.

Well, anyway, this beautiful, voluptuous , Swiss blond joined me at the bar after her 10 minutes on stage had elapsed.  She must have thought I had money, because the first thing she asks for is a bottle of Champagne.  I put the brakes on right away and advised her that we would have to get to know each other a little better before the Champagne starts pouring.  I really just didn't want to pay the $200 she was trying to earn for the bar.

During our brief conversation, Miss Swiss I'll call her, revealed to me that she did not have any photos of herself, and that no one has ever offered to photograph her.  I don't know what it takes to become an agent for a model, but let's say that a potential agent starts out with , let's say, Tyra Banks, for their first client.  Wouldn't that kind of put the agency on the map right away?  Because Swiss Miss would be that gem or catalyst that could start my new career and she has agreed to allow me to be the first one to photograph her. 

I will then be zero-ing in on blogs of models and agents to see what is on the minds of people in that field and find out where to go next to get some exposure.

The title of this post is a warning to all beautiful blonds, or whatever color you wear your hair.  The beautiful vuluptuous blond that I was sharing a bed with for 8 years turned out to be a crack addict.  Some one has to tell me how she hid that from me for the first 4 years.  I did not dump her after finding out, because she was still hot.  But as time went on, the crack began to take away from her life.

Besides the money it cost me to bail her out of jail after resisting arrest, and the money it cost me to find my car after she borrowed it and lent it to a crack friend who subsequently stole it,  CRACK has now left her with very little teeth and the jail time put some major starch pounds on that once hour glass body.  DON'T EVER DO CRACK.  YOU CAN NEVER COME BACK FROM CRACK.

Do I Deserve a Biography?

When I first started my blog, I described it as a "biographical documentation" of my life's experiences......

If you read my description now, you will see that I changed the wording to a "culmination".

One of my favorite shows on TV is BIOGRAPHY.  It is on A&E, and is a well done presentation of the stars and important figures we have all come to know.

So , I have to ask myself, if you don't do anything in your life except raise your kids and work and earn a living, am I deserving of a Biography, just because I am the one writing it?

I 'll have to ponder that one for a few days.

My Dream Life

I can wake up anytime I want to.  Now I only have to figure out if it is from my sleep or the nightmare of living.

After working for 33 years, my retirement from the Carpenter's Union in NJ left me with a nice pension.  Even though those underhanded thieves, the IRS, is dipping into it each month with a levy ( I sincerely hate those bastards and can see why that guy killed himself when he flew a plane into the building) I continue to grind out some cash with Ebay and gambling.

Now, gambling has been the vortex of my Natural Disasters, yet for the past two weeks I have been making money at the Meadowlands Racetrack.  I have developed a system that when adhered to methodically, will churn out a profit every day.  It has nothing to do with figuring out the horses, but instead is a study on probability and statistics combined with a progressive and variable betting pattern.

I do not have to study the past performances of the horses and decide from those results who has the best chance to win a race.  From past experience, they all have a chance to win a race, so with 8 horses in a race, and me picking just one, the odds are against me.  Duh.

My selections are now made soley numerically.  I hesitate to reveal the entire system because if I continue to grind out a weekly income, I will market this system and assist the thousands of horse players who continually play the horses, yet rarely win.  My system will eliminate the frustration that accompanies the weary calculations of selecting the possible winner, only to have your horse come in last, or be nipped at the wire by a nose.

I now, unemotionally, select a designated number on the horse, and patiently await it arrival in the winner's circle.  And as I stated, everyday this week I have left the racetrack with a profit in my pocket.  This could be my dream life.  I am going again today and will continue to record my daily progress.  As with all gambling, self control and your bankroll must be kept in check for a long term winning outcome.

Stop by tomorrow for another update.