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.

We Need To "Save Money"....And "Make Money"

During the course of my financial recovery, I will be introducing you to Professor Mack Michael.

For those of you who are new to my blog, Professor Mack Michael is currently responsible for the turn-around of my rather dire monetary circumstances.  And I will tell you more about him later on, maybe tomorrow.

But today, I just want to tell everyone about a new way I incorporated into my life to actually save money.

I discovered that if I am to make a full financial recovery, and achieve some real happiness at my 55 years of age, then not only do I have to make money, but I need to save money.

And I am not talking about putting money in the bank.....I'm talking about finding cheaper ways to do everyday things, so I will have more available cash to invest in my new business ventures.

I have found a new way to make phone calls.  OK, now don't leave me just yet.  This is not a sales pitch for a new phone company.  A sales pitch would be if I was getting compensated , or getting a commision for getting you to buy into it.  Its not that at all.

I have been giggly with excitement over the Magic Jack.  You know, the infomercial you see all the time on TV about this little device that you plug into your computer, and then , like magic, you are supposed to be able to make phone calls.  Well, gosh darn, it works.

Being desparate to cut back on all of my bills, combined with being a sucker for stuff that sounds too good to be true, I dialed the 800 number and ordered the Magic Jack.  Now, you can plainly see, that there is not one link or banner for this Magic Jack anywhere on my blog, so I am not selling it. I am just letting all my readers know how unbelievable this little Magic Jack device is.

I find myself bringing it up in conversations with people I meet, so why not blog about it here. 

So, I get this little bubble wrap package in the mail and I open it up to find a little device incased in foam with one page of instructions.  The instructions were so simple that I seriously doubted that I had been instructed in all that I needed to know to get this thing going.  I anticipated and imagined a multitude of problems were going to be encountered in setting up the Magic Jack.

I plugged the Magic Jack into my computer, into the same kind of port designated for your printer or camera, and low and behold it smoothly uploaded into my computer, with a telephone keypad on the monitor with links and instructions that effortlessly assigned me a new number that was ready to use.

The sound clarity was exceptional , both outgoing and incoming, as I easily was able to dial from my phone or the computer screen.  There is voicemail, and a host of many other options that you normally receive with other companies, included for free.

It actually sounds like I am selling this thing.  But I am not.  If I could, I would , because it is so easy to brag about.

The money savings part of this story is really the climax.  I purchased 5 years of calling and receiving, in the US, with not one penny of anything extra ever being charged to my bill, for $69.95

You would not believe how many times I questioned, actually grilled, the customer rep about me not seeing one single cent extra , ever on my charge card, for any ridiculous reason such as fees, or taxes, or voicemail, or anything more than the $69.95, for the next 5 years.

They assured me that I can and receive unlimited phone calls, any time of the day or night, 365 days a year, and will never see another cost for a phone call for 5 years.

So the next time you see that Infomercial on the Magic Jack, you can believe all the hype.

More about Professor Mack Michael tomorrow.

What If There Was A School For Making Money?

When I was first introduced to Professor Mack, it was almost his voice alone that captivated me.  Yet, as I listened closer to what he had to say, it was the sincerity in his delivery that had me wanting to hear more.

Professor Mack Michael runs an online course called Maverick Money Makers.  And if you don't want to hear my description of Mack Michael or Maverick Money Makers, you can skip all my accolades right here. http://www.missioniswealth.com/

At 55 years of age (me) , you almost give up on having a ton of money, if you don't already have it, and,  you think it is too late to learn how to make a ton of money.  That's the downside, for most people when you grow older....you lose your dreams.  Yet, even when I was young I always wondered why college courses never offered a class on just making money on the Internet.  Not that at my age I would have returned to college, but that would sure be one heck of an interesting class.

Mack Michael has such a course.  And he teaches it as if you were sitting at your desk, with the Professor writing every move out on the chalk board , and finally entering a group of equations, where the only answer is making money.  And just as a mesmerized student, who is captivated by the teachers delivery, the Professor has you shaking your head, up and down, and saying to yourself,  "yes, I see it now, it's so simple. Why have I not realized this before"?

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The answer is of course the Professor.  Mack Michael will hypnotize you with his voice (to start off with), as he guides you step by step with his video classes on how to start "shaking the "leaves of money" off of the trees in this vast Internet forest"

Yes, Professor Mack Michael has taken this old man (me again), who figured the only thing left to write about in life was bad luck that left me broke, and he taught me how, at any age, with the right teacher, you can begin to accumulate wealth.

As I mentioned in previous posts, I have had fantastic loving times , growing up with my children and family.  But after they are gone, and life and accumlating weath seems to have passed you by,  you begin to write a bio like the one you see to the right of this post. And , I will leave my rather forlorn bio posted in this blog, to remind me of where I was until I implemented the teachings of Mack.

  In my updated blogs, there will be more about Mack Michael and Maverick Money Makers and how he has taught me , in text book fashion, to make my retired years, one of a Mission To Wealth. At 55, I just started to learn how to operate a computer.  Imagine the amount of cash you young people will accumulate after studying with the Professor.

Go and meet Mack Michael right now and see his money making course at http://www.missioniswealth.com/ , and let the Professor take you by the hand into a calculated, step by step course of wealth accumulation on the Internet.

A School For Money

I have decided to leave my rather negative bio on this blog so that you can see where I was with my life.

What better way to let any fellow human being know how I felt about my life and my finances.

Blogging became a way for me to write a public diary that I could look back on and self analyze.  I also began to read a lot of other people's blogs, and most often they would always be about how wonderful and blessed their lives were.  There were also many blogs of inspiration and steps towards changing your life.

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I began surfing the net for more information on how I could possibly, at the age of 55, find some way of turning my life around.  And the more I looked at my life, the more I realized that I had plenty of love and good times with my children as they were growing up, just as these newcomers to family life were illuminating on in their blogs. 

I guess if computers and blogging were available in my day, I would have had cute photos of my kids and wife, and bragged and beamed at how they were growing.

But what I was missing then, and still missing up until one month ago, was the money. 

                                          And then I met the Professor.

The Professor taught me how to make my mission in life, one of wealth accumulation.

As the days and weeks progress, I will reveal more to you about Professor Mack.
You can meet him and watch and listen to his videos at http://www.missioniswealth.com/