6 posts from March 2009

What superpower would you most like to have?

Mental domination. It's kind of obvious why.

Yesterday was National "Make Up Your Own Holiday" Day. If you could create any holiday, what would it be?

I'd make a few Indian holidays. I'm a halfbreed Cherokee and I don't think it's right that every minority in this country has a holiday and months dedicated to them but the Indians got squat. The Indians were here first and nobody seems to care that they are a minority in this country. Whites, blacks, asians, jews, you name it, almost every minority has a day or month dedicated to them. We, The People, should get our own month of practiced rememberence. Without us who would have made it thru that first winter in this place? I'm not predjudiced, I hate everybody equally.

I was recently told, by my son, that his uncle has killed himself. I was ready to party my ass off. I went too high and got myself in trouble but I just couldn't help myself. A manic episode can be caused by fantastic news like that. Before you judge me harshly, as I know some will anyway, he was a monster. Don't ever tell your kids that there is no such things as monsters because there are real monsters walking and breathing on this planet. They come in the guise of friends, relatives and even parents. They do horrid things like steal the innocence from children and commit violence on other innocent souls. My ex-brother-in-law was an example of a true monster. When my late wife was a child and he was young as well, they were taught by their stepfathers that the only true way to show love was thru sexual acts. A nice mormon point of view. They experimented with each other not knowing that it was wrong. When my wife learned the truth of the matter, she broke all activities with her brother. He just couldn't handle something like that so he began stalking her. He raped her on several occasions and inflicted his sick desires on her. She ran, as would anybody else. She got as far away from him as she could. She found a man that matched her mental state and married him. Her mother denied her the truth of all accusations about her stepfathers and brother. Then her mother moved this monster in the house with his sister. She had already had one daughter and was in fear for her young one's safety. Her husband was useless because he spent most of his time gone screwing around with hookers with the grocery money. After her third child was born, a son of a rape commited by her soon-to-be ex husband, she left to get as far away from all these nasty people and places and monsters. She finally ended up in my lap, so to speak. We lived happily and then the monster showed up again in our lives. He met and married a friend of mine and moved into our town. My friend had a daughter and was pregnant with another. One warm July day my oldest daughter asked if she could go to the store with her uncle. She was to return that evening with a severe secret that she shared with her mother. After I took them up to the police station and was handcuffed to a bench bolted to the floor, I told the cops that I'd bring them what was left to prosecute. I was in just the state of mind to kill him and go to a nutfarm or prison. After the trial, by a senial old judge (the judge actually said "it's such a shame to put such a young man in jail for a long time. We'll just give him 6 years and parole in 3.") my wife and daughter couldn't sleep peacfully even with him in prison. I'm tired so I'm going to sum this all up. The monster was getting into trouble for perversion since age 13. He molested my daughter, son and wife. He molested his own stepdaughter. Who knows how many more are out there that that vile creature touched. I hear that he commited suicide and I'm as happy as a lark that he did. I just wish I could have been there to watch or help. Can you blame me? His tombstone should read " Here lies the monster. May he rot in HELL." Take your child by the hand and look into those beautiful innocent eyes and remember, they get to sleep a little better now that another monster has died. Be thankfull to whatever deity you worship and if none, be thankfull to karma for acting in our children's best interest. May they all rot in hell or whatever kind of eternal punishment can be given them. I typed all of this in memory of my late wife Ethelyn because she died due to the monsters of the world that were in her life.

Thomas-Williams MATTOON - Aaron Thomas-Williams, 35, Mattoon, died Saturday (March 21, 2009). FINALLY!

Where do you find your personal strength?
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If asked that question 10-15 years ago I would have said "my God is my strength." I've learned quite a bit better than that tho. I get my strength from my past and my family. You learn things from your past that helps you cope and progress every day thereafter. My family are a great bunch that give me moral support and insentive to do better. Deb keeps me going most days that I'd rather just croak. Memories of family I've lost keeps me going too. Some days I'm an ox and some days a worm, but every day I can count on me being there for me if nobody else feels like it. I believe strength is what this whole life thing is all about. Either we're strong enough to make it to the end or not. Crutches don't help, negativity doesn't help, and neither does bad karma. Better idea to depend on yourself in most situations and ask for help when it's needed.

I was hoping never to do this but here it is.  I don't bitch a lot about my life, such as it is, but I do get annoyed to the point I can't just let it roll off my back.  Frustration takes hold and I don't seem to be able to shake it for quite some time.  Three of my kids got jobs (YAY) but they think it's unconscionable too pay for anything as far as bills in this house or fixing our vehicles go.  I understand that they're teenagers and that they have "needs" but they think we owe them all the nice comforts that they enjoy here.  They just piss me off.  Deb spends more time hurting than anything else and that causes depression o' plenty for her.  The more she hurts, the worse the depression and reclusivness.  It takes a major deal to get her out of the house, even in nice weather.  She's applying for SSI because her body wont tolerate standing, sitting or laying for very long.  She has days that she can go all day without forgetting something then the next day, she barely remembers her name.  She spends a LOT of time crying or wanting to cry.  I'm at a loss as to wtf to do about any of this.  I spend so much time trying to figure out answers that I am neglecting my diabetes and I know that my other health problems are getting worse.  What are you going to do?  I haven't written a poem in so long that I look at the ones I did write and wonder if they are really my work.  I just don't seem to be able to find the spark anymore.  Sink me if I know what all is going on in my own house.  I smoke 2 packs of little cigars every day and my breathing sucks.  I drink enough coffee to float a battleship and spend more time pissin than I do anything else during the day.  I'm bemoaning my life today but as soon as Deb gets up I'll be right back in there fighting to keep her lucid and functioning.  If all goes well today, I'll have replaced my kitchen sink, fixed supper for a bunch of ingrates, and grabbed a nap in there somewhere as I don't sleep worth shit at night.  I'd give my eye teeth for a winning lottery ticket so I could quit listening to all my creditors and listening to all my kids begging for money.  It's 9:54 AM in the midwest and I have 2-3 more hours of alone time before Deb gets up and I have no idea what to do with myself.  OK I'm done, back to your perspective lives.  Take care y'all.

Who was the greatest artist in history?
Submitted by Chicago Shadow.

That depends on your definition of art.  I'm not exactly cultured.  I learned opera from Bugs Bunny and Elmer Fudd.  I learned classical music from Tom and Jerry.  I had an art teacher in high school that thought we should all be versed in the classics of renaissance painting and sculpture.  De Vinci was kind of boring till I found out all the other great stuff he did that wasn't painting.  Michealangelo was great after I found out he was gay.  I'm not gay but i thought it was interesting that a gay man could be contracted by a church to do art for their ceiling.  As for sculpting, who knows.  The men that were sculpted had little or no equipment and the ladies were all dressed for success.  Small breasts must have been the fashion.  One of the best sculptures I ever saw was my 7 yr old son's version of Mt. Saint Hellen in mashed potatoes.  So being an art critic is not my forte.  Altho, I have discovered Segovia, Bach, Holtz, and a few others that I really like.  But paintings and sculptures and such are not my bag.  Give me a classic pin-up girl over the Mona Lisa any day.