Truth: Eat What Is On Your Plate

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Is it me who just thinks this?...But way too many people are always special ordering their food at a restaurant.  Hold this, extra this, remove that, more of this, less of that...

No onions.
No pepper.
Extra salt.
No tomatoes.
No mushrooms.
No dressing.
More dressing.
More garlic.
No ice.

Look, I get the food allergies and perhaps you may not "like" something, but just friggin eat it.

Am I just complaining or what?  Should I be happy that the other person is saving onions from being thrown away? Should I be happy that there are choices for everyone?

When I open my restaurant someday, there will be no choices.  You get to choose from 3 items and that's it. If you don't like it, get out. I'm about churning the revolving door of customers as fast as possible...not cater to the whiny princesses who can't decide what to eat that day.

And you know what, no one will notice or worry.  If you give them choices, they'll make your life miserable. If you put the hammer down...they'll eat it just the same.

We've created a whole generation of people who do not eat what is on their plate. A bunch of prima donnas wasting time.  Hey, I love food too..but geezus, eat to live, don't live to eat.  You can do it.

Truth: Frozen Foods Guy Jerk

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. I used to work at a very large grocery store. It was at the time the biggest one in their chain of stores.  So naturally it was always busy. I was in charge of the frozen foods section.  Yet I was just the afternoon shift guy.   There was a morning guy who was the senior frozen foods guy. We'll call him Dave.  He was about the same age as me, but he was there much longer. I was just trying to pay for college; it was his career.

He took his job super seriously. I did to, but it wasn't my life.  For him, this was all he had aside from tattoos and cigarettes.  So inevitably he didn't like me, because it was just a job for me, and not a career.  We always had an overlap of shifts from what I can remember, and he would take the time to tell me what to do and how to do it before he left.  I just agreed with him, as to keep the peace.

It wasn't rocket science.  I had what it took to stock the freezer and shelves. To him though, everything had to be his way, a certain way.  When it wasn't, he made sure I knew about it.  He reported me to the union, to his boss, to coworkers.  All of whom just told me to ignore it, because he was just being him.  So immediately they all sided with me without him really knowing.  He wasn't well liked from what I could tell.  Yet he was king of the frozen foods.

So I was always about trying to improve things, work harder, show some productivity, and have some fun.  It made time go by faster and I just wanted to do the right thing.  Management liked me. I was a fresh college kid who was willing to help and learn.  Man could I work a price gun.  Well Dave finally had enough.  I left work one day and both of my tires were slashed.  I knew it was him but couldn't prove it.

I came in the next day, my time card was punched, my price gun was broke, my display was sabotaged.  I knew it was Dave. He didn't want me to make him look bad.  I told management and the union, they couldn't do anything.  But I let him be for the most part.  I never said a word to him again, for the remaining few months. I didn't have to, because I won. And he knew it.  I wasn't even trying to compete or better him; but by his actions I proved I was the better person.

Management liked me, and not him. I was due for a raise, he was due for nothing.  I moved on from that job soon enough. I went back years later and Dave was still there, yelling at someone because the ice cream cones weren't stocked properly on the shelf. He didn't recognize me, but I have a good idea Dave is still there worrying someone is going to move in on his turf.  I'm sure some young gun is stressing because Dave is making his life a frozen hell.

To this day, I see people so concerned with the work of others thinking it is going to make them look bad. Credit is everything to them.   Credit will come your way if you do the job.  A smart manager can see through the BS from the loud mouth, and always rely on the person who can and will do the good work.

Dear Dave where ever you are, the fish sticks need to be restocked.

A.D.D. Rumblings No.112811

1. The illusion of progress. If you think about it, yeah most of it is.

2. Mahna Mahna.

3. When I watch movies, I'm fixated on background people, places, and things. I want to see if the extras are good at what they do. I look for mistakes.

5. Suh doesn't get it. And his apologists don't get it either. I'm not a fan, and never was or will be.

4. The politics of dancing. If you think about it, it is true...there sure are.

6. I have recently been exposed to the reality of the Michigan accent. It is very nasally and annoying. It's a faster version of Californian...like for sure.

7. I think fortune cookies would be more fun it they were insults. "Shouldn't have had that egg roll fatso".

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8. So congressman Barney Frank decides to retire. First he destroys the housing market, now he decides he's gonna chill. What a guy.

9. I'm sure this is already done, because my brilliant ideas usually are. But I think it would be cool to have a website called Website. Hey check out my website Website.

10.Even when brownies are bad, they are still pretty good. It's just one of those things. Almost like pizza. Bad pizza might not be worth buying again, but you still eat it. Don't lie.

Truth: Me A Grinch Or Scrooge?

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.  So every year in late November or early December I go down to the basement, then haul up the boxes of Christmas bling and chotzky.  The very heavy boxes I might add.  All full of decorations, ornaments, and gaudy quirky Christmas stuff.  A royal pain in the pass.  It takes me about 3 to 4 hours to set things up. A royal pain in the ass.

Christmas is one of my favorite times of the year.  However I have to really say it consists of Christmas Eve and Christmas Day.  The time before doesn't mean that much to me. That especially includes setting things up.  So then I have all of this stuff up for weeks, and I don't know why.   All the while when setting it up I stress about cleaning it up in January.  When I look back at all the Christmas holidays of years past the 5 weeks of decorations mean nothing to me.  So why do it?

To show off? No.  To enjoy it? No. Preparation?  No.  So what is it?  I don't know exactly.  I think it is more of just getting it out of the way, so I don't have to do it the week of Christmas.  That's probably it.  I sound like a scrooge don't I?   Well thanks for noticing, I am somewhat and that is the truth. I love Christmas, but the prior weeks of it?...hey unless the country gets the entire month of, I'm not buying it.

Here's what should happen.  The final week of November and after Thanksgiving, all the stores should have their sales on, and be open 24 hours.  Then on December 1 through December 31, there should be one College bowl game on every day.  Also a  law that says you cannot put up Christmas decorations until December 1, and they must come down January 2nd.   That should make everyone happy.

And for goodness sake, no Christmas music on the radio until the week of Christmas. Geezus!  Another thing, no music artist is to allowed to release a Christmas cover ever again.  We need new Christmas music, not the same old stuff over and over.

I need a hug.

Sports: Stop The TV Madness

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. TV coverage of the NFL SUCKS!!!  In fact most sports coverage sucks. It is just another entertainment show over and over.

I sat and watched the pregame shows for Thanksgiving and it was nothing about the game, and everything about humor and human interest stories.   ENOUGH!

Real fans of sports are getting hosed because all of the slappys like this stuff.   The TV producers who know nothing of sports are there to entertain themselves.

My God, does every sport have to align themselves with every charity and every branch of the armed services?  Stop it.

I really can't take it anymore. It's beyond crazy and nuts. Not only do we have to watch a bazillion commercials (and you hate soccer and rugby why????), we are the subjected to what Terry Bradshaw ate for dinner or how family minded Howie Long is.

Then then then, of course every player has a story that has to be shown about his sick mother, or his illness.

SHUT UP.

Give me a break. I want X's and O's.

The sports fan has been forgotten and overtaken by reality TV.

I am mad as hell and I can't take it anymore.

A.D.D. Rumblings No.112511

1. People say guys should go to the stores on Black Friday to pick up chicks. Yeah, but who'd want a chick that cares so much about Black Friday? Red Flag!

2. I'm still trying to figure out which is my favorite Holiday between Christmas, Thanksgiving, and April Fools. It might be a tie. All are very rewarding to me.

3. Have you tried mozzarella cheese sticks that contain tomato and basil? Don't do it, you'll be hooked. I'm serious. Well since you never listen to me, good luck with your new addiction.

5. Cranberries in a can or homemade relish? I like the can..but homemade is better. Of course 86 million cans are sold every year, so what do I know?

4. I wish Fedoras would be worn everyday as the standard. There was something cool about the 1940's; compared to today where camo baseball caps and hoodies are the norm.

6. Government is not the solution, government is the problem. Repeat after me and say it a million times. Tell everyone over and over. Know this, and liberty and prosperity will just be one step closer.

7. I think the most annoying word is "should". I cringe whenever someone tells me that I "should" do something. Stop it.

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8. I've written a 100 letters to congress so that local car dealers cannot have television commercials anymore. They are very harmful to your health.

9. I can't stop watching Tom Brady and Aaron Rodgers. I might need a discount double check.

10.I have coffee everyday, except on the weekends. Only because I forget to make it. Which proves I am not addicted. I have will power, from what I remember anyways.

Liberty: Wrong Is Wrong

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.  Check out this video of a war veteran getting beat up by the cops because he wouldn't move out of their parade route.

http://youtu.be/UaruH5wZwDI




Actually they are more like stormtroopers they want they march, grunt, and are ready to pounce on the evil protestors.  Now granted, they are doing their job as a whole...I get that. But is it really acceptable to beat up someone just because they are standing there?  What is this China?   Wouldn't it have been easier to run him over with a tank?

No.

I am tired of the spin.  I don't support the misguided plight of most of these hippies or their lame democrat supported tactics. When they do something wrong like destroy property, or hurt people that obviously should be dealt with.  But beating up on people who are just having a peaceful protest, whether standing or sitting...that's absurd and can't be acceptable.  So many people agree with them getting pummelled, because it is the law.  You know, the notion that someone can hurt you because one person makes the decision to hurt you is somehow ok.

Look at how angry this storm trooper is.  Why?  He probably got beat as a kid. Probably watches wrestling.  His team is better than your team etc.  It's very simple, No individual or institution has the moral right to use aggressive force.

Long live Rosa Parks.

Liberty: Hey Thank You

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. I just wanted to take the time to thank you for supporting this blog. I really appreciate all you do in inspiring me, as well as ticking me off throughout the year. All of your comments, shares, and likes makes it all worthwhile.

I've often said, that I would still blog if I only had one reader, because when I write I pretty much pretend that I am. However the amount of support and increased traffic this past year has been great. There's no way I can list the names of the folks who really help move things along, especially on the Facebook Page....only because there are so many I'd be sure to miss someone. Thanks to the Fans, the Foes, the Cool Peeps, the Sports Geeks, the Truthposters, the Forkers, the Goddesses, the pokers, and all those liberty loving folks who force me to do my research. I even thank those who insult me and tell me how mean I am, and that no one likes me. The folks who say I'm small potatoes and my readers are bimbos and morons. Thanks for watching.

I thank you for your responses, your shares, and even your simple clicking of the ads. I haven't fully decided if I'm going to take on more advertising. I don't really want to ugly up the page. It's already ugly enough with my mug on there, not sure I want to advertisements other than the minimal. We shall see. I especially thank you for your generous and kind donations to help keep this thing a float.

I also like to thank all of you for making friends at my request with others. There are some very interesting and cool people out there, and it's cool to see you hook up. So again, thank you for all you do. I hope to keep writing as long as I have a brain, and you keep giving me ideas with your words.

Peace through prosperity.

Truth: People Are Dumb

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. I've come to the conclusion that people are dumb. I'm people too, so don't get all bent out of shape that I am coming from some degree of superiority when I say this. I just have experience being in the group of people.

All too often when engaging in conversation with folks, I just have to stop and try to understand what the hell they just said. I have to reread over and over their points. Then I have to take the time to not only understand what they say; but then make the decision if I should even try answering...because it may be futile.

I am not talking about typos, or even grammar as much. More so, a thought process that just doesn't make sense. I struggle with conversations spoken and written so I tend to think that I just am not smart. It's too easy for me to call the other person dumb, because if I were smart then I could easily overcome the dumbness. I can't. So what does that make me?

It hurts and it is frustrating sometimes. I end up taking my hands and like Curly from the The Three Stooges just slap my face over and over until the new pain overtakes the current pain.

Circular reasoning, simpleton mindsets, insults, the lapse of reason. It truly is killing me. Why can't communication be easy? Not to mention I have to deal with people who say "I'm smart". Well I still contend if you say you are smart, chances are it isn't true. Why would a smart person go around saying they are smart? How smart is that? Sounds like some ego stroking or a superiority complex gone foul. If you are smart, show it, speak it, be smart. The accolades will come your way. However if you are smart, the accolades should not ever even matter.

nyuk nyuk nyuk

Truth: Get Out Of My Way

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. I always open doors for people or let them walk in first. I was taught that was the polite thing to do. So I do it. I don't mind doing it, it is ok. Just the way things are.

What I do mind is, I have to say "you are welcome" when someone says thank you. Can't I just smile or smirk? Isn't that enough? Several times I've opened the door for people and they said thank you. Since I didn't say you are welcome, they said THANK YOU louder. As if I had to say you are welcome in order for the act to be valid.

What? What are you the Queen of England or something? I just let you walk in first, and I opened the door for you. Isn't that enough? Oh so you are saying I'm rude for not acknowledging you thanking me. Oh I see how that is. Silly!

Just let me open the door for you. If you say Thank You or not, I don't care. I really don't. I won't be offended. I won't even think twice. In fact if no one ever thanked me again it wouldn't even phase me.

Get out of my way.

Thank you!

Truth:Experts Everywhere

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Nowadays everyone is an expert at something. Everyone knows everything about computers, phones, apps, television, health, diet, finances, sports, economy, history, relationships... You name it, experts are everywhere.

What I mean is, no matter what conversation I am in at least, I'm getting lectured on the historical aspects of silver trading, or the mating habits of the tapir, or the social inequities caused by jaywalking. It never ends.

No longer it seems where people share stories of their experiences. No longer are the tales of adventure and mischief something to listen in on. Now, you get "you know they say if you go to bed with the TV on, your pinky finger will shrink an eight of an inch in your lifetime" garbage.

Self help books, infomericals, un-licensed motivational speakers, etc are just pummelling everyday conversation skills; let alone conversations.

"you know they say if you sleep with your hand over your head, you'll get a heart attack". Everyone is an expert. In this information age, not only is knowledge power, but spreading your knowledge, no matter how right or wrong it may be has become a way of life.

Trust me, I know what I'm talking about. I read about it on the Internet.

Truth: Handcuffing Your Brain

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.  It's great to have a personal philosophy on how to live your life.  It's good to have a gauge, a measuring stick, a goal to adhere that philosophy too.

What I've come to observe though are those who are just so blinded by their own ideals and even politics, that they won't budge.  They won't learn, they won't discuss, they won't teach.  They've done the homework and that is that. Nothing else matters what anyone says, and damn the torpedoes.

Well there is courage in forging your own path and staying the course.  However if you aren't going to look around you, see how the world works, and perhaps adjust, then the path to salvation is very boring, cold, and lonely.

Your only companion then is hate and despair. No one is asking you to change routes, but you'll have a better chance of getting to where you are going with help, with vigor, with some unity validating your ideals and principles.

Listen, learn, teach. If you just insult you won't influence anyone except your ego.  What you fail to see though is your ego will mean nothing if no one listens or cares.  Respect goes along way.

It ain't easy.  It's no supposed to be.

Chicks: Giving Up Chicks

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. My friend Pete has given up chicks. No he isn't gay, but he is just too frustrated at dating.  And no, my friend Pete is not me.  It really is him. Yes he knows I'm writing about him too.

Pete says it is just too frustrating to date chicks anymore.  He said the baggage they bring at this age (40) is just too much.  He readily admits he has baggage too, because when you are in your 30's and 40's you've lived a little.  However and I agree with him, he doesn't bring the baggage with him out in the open.

He said he's sick and tired of going out on dates and hearing chicks complain about their ex's past and present behavior.  Not it could just be a string of bad luck, or this could always be the case.  I have no comment.

He said to me to just look at Facebook and see all the people bitching and complaining about their ex's. He has a point as I see it all of the time.  I have no comment.

I don't know are men really different from women in this regard or is he just running into a string of bad luck. 5 years of dating and he can't catch a break.  I don't like those odds.

So he said he is giving up dating and he's just going to focus on making money and having a boat.  Then filtering out the chicks who want him for his money and boat.  The dude can't win.  Violins I know.

I have no comment.

Truth: You Beat Me To It

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. I don't know why but I always notice that when someone chimes in with a joke or clever remark; there is always someone else who has to say "You beat me to it".

Really? Why do we need to know this? Because you want to be included? Because you want everyone to know you are just as funny? Because you want everyone to know you did it first, but some cosmic interference delayed you in saying it first?

I don't acknowledge anyone who says "you beat me to it", pretty much just to annoy them. They annoy me by saying it, so I will ignore them. Take that!

It doesn't matter if you thought of it first. Just freaking laugh. Then maybe next time you when won't get the cosmic interference and the synapse will fire properly you can be the real center of attention.

Note that the people that do this also tend to be the head nodders. You know the people that just nod their head in compliance to whomever they are listening to, no matter what is being said. You could be in a meeting, and the boss says "You are all a bunch of dolts"; and inevitably when you pan the room the head nodders will nod in agreement and smile. Why? Because it doesn't matter what is said, as long as they are in agreement. They need to be included. They need to be a part of the kool-aid service.

What? Are you asking if I nod my head? Yes but that's to make the conversation go along quicker.

A.D.D. Rumblings No.111611

1. I think vans that carry rolls of carpet need to be bigger.  They always have the door open with the carpet hanging out.  Tired of it.

2. I was at a sports bar and at the bottom of the metal urinal was engraved an Ohio State logo.  I agreed.

3. Chain letters.  Is the Internet new to you?  Why are you sending chain letters still?  Grow up! If you don't, there will be 7 years bad luck.

5. Herman Cain cracks me up.  How does anyone take him seriously?  Really?  Oh I guess God does though.

4. A friend of mine buys spaghetti in a can for her kids to eat at school.  Disgusting to say the least.

6. I bought a used car to save money instead of having a lease. In the last month I've bought tires, water pump, rotors, brakes, and fixed the trans.  So much for that stupid choice.

7. Still trying to figure out why people use business cards when smart phones are so mainstream. Hello, that's so 2000.

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8. I may take the leap and play rugby. I'm fascinated by it. Soccer is a gentleman's game played by hooligans; rugby is a hooligan's game played by gentleman. Perfect.

9. Italian orange soda.

10.I think traffic lights should drop paint filled balloons on cars that go through red lights.  You could then see who does this often. You couldn't lie to the cops though.

Truth: Marvin the Martian?

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Miss Tam H. Olyballs gives her rendition of Marvin the Martian towards the Poem Project. Listen by clicking here.

My song is love

My drug is song

My is, isn't what it should be

My should, was a could

My maybe, is my guard

My might is my prison

My freedom is you

My escape, escapes me

My heaven, my GodWhat have I sung?

Truth: Waste Of Time

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. There are times I just look back and say, why did I even bother?  I spent 6 months battling Bank of America on some issue.  The other day I get a letter from them telling me they are no longer doing business with me.  Hooray for that...but then what was the freakin point?

Another lender I had an issue with had me jumping through hoops, then they changed their policy.

This type of thing is becoming more and more of a recurrence for me. I do these things, when then it was just a waste of time.

Here's a switch. I buy 2 new tires for my car, because I figured I could save time and money...then just wait it out for the other two.  Two days later I get a flat, need to get it fixed, so I get the tires replaced. I could have saved time, and money by getting them all at once...but noooo.  I have to waste my time, by going again.

Sometimes I am in meetings and I see people getting all fired up and stressed out.  I don't.  In that regard I have learned my lesson.  I see the big picture and I realize that there is no reason to get fired up, because you'll just get let down. There is no reason to stress, because it will just happen again or work itself out. Rinse, lather, repeat.

I'm all about eliminating stupid processes, and redundancy.  However when you are stuck on the grid, you are at the mercy of others who do the same thing. I couldn't control the bank, but I could control the tires. Part of it, I don't think about the big picture on everything. I only think about the big picture on certain things. I need to expand my senses to accommodate all of my actions. I can then stop wasting time.

Truth: The Poem Project

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.  Several months ago I asked some folks if they would recite and record some words that I jotted down. They did.  Take a listen.

My song is love

My drug is song

My is, isn't what it should be

My should, was a could

My maybe, is my guard

My might is my prison

My freedom is you

My escape, escapes me

My heaven, my GodWhat have I sung?

JerryDaughtrey
Jerry Daughtrey as William Shatner
The Herman Letters
Asm
Babs
Dawn R
I forget
Jacqui
Jan
Joy
Kimba M
Layla
Linda Rogers
Mark Knope
Mary Roth
Michael Arturo
Rick Dernberger
Sharon Roth
Suzy Greene
Vanessa P

Fell free to record yourself reading it, and send it to me. I'll post it.

Truth: I'm Not Important

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. So I got into a little disagreement with someone about Ann Coulter. I just am not a fan of Ann Coulter. Don't get me wrong, I think she is very smart, quick, witty, and an excellent writer. OK so what isn't not to like then? Well I don't like how divisive she is. I don't mind the anti-democrat stuff, but to me that's rather easy and boring.

Sure it fires up the right wings and neocons who want to have someone on their side hawking their positions. I get that of course - She's a female Rush Limbaugh. My issue with her is, I wish she would also be more objective towards her own party because they are the core of the problem. She seems to avoid that.

When you have republicans who act like democrats that's the issue. We need republicans to act like republicans. I would prefer she chooses that route, and I think she would be more popular. Or at least in my mind more credible. Right now it is all about "my team is better than your team". Big deal and who really cares?

Anyways this person I'm disagreeing with comes in with the "well when you write a book" blah blah blah. Pretty much saying I shouldn't point fingers at Coulter since I'm not a published author. As if my words, or thinking need to bow down to her greatness. I'm some irrelevant since I am not her.

What he failed to see was if he was telling me I am irrelevant because I'm not like Coulter, than what the heck was he? And by that logic why would I even listen to him opinion of anything since he is not her, especially his assessment of my lack of importance. Oh the irony amuses me.

Liberty: Learning From History

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.  Those that do not learn from history are destined to repeat it.  Learn is the operative word.  In school I was taught some very high level things regarding U.S. history. It was never in detail.  Heck in college I took some history courses and even they focused on the events, people, and dates, but never the detail.  My education of U.S. and World History came at a much later time in my life when I actually did my own research into things.

Knowing dates, knowing names, is only part of the history.  That is great for trivia or even tests.  However are you really learning from history by just repeating and knowing the events listed?  I say no.

For example, everyone know FDR served 4 terms and was president during World War II.  But does anyone really know what a power hungry liberal socialist president he was?  Hardly.  Of course a matter of opinion on those adjectives or labels, but one could never surmise that about him just from text books.  FDR came across as a very caring president who wanted a chicken in every pot, who had to deal with the war.  Everyone forgets his ignoring of genocide and the "anti-American" camps.

That's the part of history that needs to be learned.  Who was that man? Who did he surround himself with?  What were his motives to policy and war acts? Then and only then you can accurately view the importance of historical events.  At that point you can then ask yourself why was this guy praised and put on a dime, when he was in fact probably one of the worst presidents ever.

You have to wonder what people are going to think of Obama in 50 years.  They will probably say he was the first black president who promised hope and change; and won the nobel peace prize. History may forget that he expanded wars, expanded the patriot act, expanded the government, and a whol sort of other things which probably makes him a top 10 worst president...arguably top 5 for sure.

You may do well on Jeopardy, but does it affect how you vote?  Only history will tell.  Really learn it, don't just remember it.

Truth: To Drop Or Not Drop

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. People drop me all of the time on Facebook and on Google Plus.  It is hard for me to really notice, but over time I do notice.  Sometimes sooner than later.  Sometimes when I notice, I'll confront the person just to ask why. Usually it will be some accusation towards my friends, an often it is because they think I am writing about them, or not paying attention to them.

The other day someone posted some patriotic video on their site, and I replied with "zzzzzzzzzzzzz".  Now the person immediately asked why I did that, but before I could respond they dropped me  Yet they didn't realize I could still see the emails coming through from the conversation.  This person when on to call me names and said an expletive towards me.

Now what I was going to say pretty much is, you know this video has been circulated for about 5 years now, and it bores me.  I don't feel patriotic because of it.  Then this person went on to say that I needed to get my act together and I have forgotten why I am in this country.  A whole bunch of nonsensical stuff that made no sense.  All assumptions and what not.

So I'm not hurt I was dropped, I am more concerned this person actually has the right to vote. Imagine if you dropped everyone who didn't agree with you; let alone just on politics?   That would be a hard task to take, and granted most people would have hardly anyone left as friends...or a significant reduction no doubt.

It is almost a free country so you can do what you want and what you need. I'm still trying to think the good that has come out of this.  This friend was an online friend for about 5 years too.  Weird how that works out.  It just goes to show you can never ever understand what the other person is thinking or doing, or how their true frame of mind is.  One minute you are friends, the next disconnected links.  A bit pointless in my mind.

Don't drop me baby, me love you long time.

Truth: Stupid College Kids

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. So Joe Paterno gets fired as he should have been for not doing enough regarding the tragedy at Penn State.  Who has a problem with this?

THE STUPID COLLEGE STUDENTS AT PENN STATE.

Yes, beyond stupid. So STUPID they rioted on campus. Rioted!  Did any of these morons riot or get angry over what happened to those kids?  NO, of course not.  They riot and are angry because their "father figure" was fired.  Regardless of the fact he probably has not really coached in 25 years anyways.

The flavor of the day for the young of America and Canada - riot, protest, cause damage.  You know at least with the 60's, the protests meant something.  You know, like their friends dying in Vietnam.  Now they riot because they can't go to school for free, their hockey team loses, and some old coach gets fired.

I am beyond disgusted with these students. You are a disgrace.  You are an embarrasment.  You do nothing but solidify that morality means nothing and your beloved football is bigger than life.  DISGRACE.

When your gods fall from grace, you are to blame for putting them there in the first place.  Yes YOU.

I came across a few people who said " well it's just college kids".   "COLLEGE KIDS"  - Are they really kids?  There is this reality or perception that college kids have to have fun all of the time, they have to be crazy, they have to be nuts, they have to be vocal.  They are not kids, because they can vote and they can drive. Lord help us.  This is the future of America...the clueless morons that they are.

They say that the 20's are now the new teen years.  You know what, since teenagers are predominantly stupid - I AGREE.  

I for one think you can't go to war, you can't get married, you can't go to college, you can't vote until you are 30.  From 18 to 30, get a freaking job and understand how the world works.  You are entitled to nothing.  Not even to have your precious coach keep his job.

ROME IS BURNING

Truth: Talk Is Cheap

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.  Talk is cheap they say.  They say don't tell me you love me, just show me you love me.  For me telling me is fine, as long as your actions don't say the opposite.  It also applies to everyday small talk.  I'm not one for small talk.

I've been told it is important to say Good Morning and Hello.  I've been told this for years.  My mom would always say Good Morning and it took everything out of me to reply. Usually I grumbled.

I still grumble.  Acknowledging me is cool.  A head nod. A wink is suffice.  A fist bump is cool.  But do you have to ask me how my weekend was?  Do you have to ask me how I am? I"m just going to lie to you most likely.  If I'm not feeling well do you really want to know?  If I'm feeling great is that going to make you feel any better?

I am not complaining. I'm begging for more.  Get to the point.

Pointers: Did you see that 4th Touchdown pass by Aaron Rodgers? I went to the Sting concert and it was great! The presidential debate was a real snoozer. I still don't like Cleary playing on that line.  The shwarma I made was fantastic, I will give you the recipe.

You see it's to the point.  None of this HI, HELLO, HOW ARE YOU. Get to the point already.  Why am I not alone in this? Think about how much more effective life would be if you removed the silly pleasantries and got to the point.  You could really get to know someone much quicker or engage in great conversation.  Think about how many hours a year you have said Good Morning in total.

Get to the point friends. Get to the point.

A.D.D. Rumblings No.11811

1. I think I am pregnant. I am very moody and hungry lately.

2. I was asked who I like better - the Sammy Hagar or David Lee Roth versions of Van Halen.  Like I've always said, who cares?

3. I touched a hot plate at a restaurant that the waiter left on the table.  He did not inform anyone that it was hot.  Mean while my fingers got singed when I touched it.  I put the fear in him that I was going to sue.  That was fun watching him squirm.  Yes I'm fine - don't worry and I'm not suing.

5. I like bumpy cake. I never buy it, but when it is presented to me, I eat it and say I'm going to buy it. I never do though.

4. SEC football is where it is at. Big 10 football bores me. Screw Penn State.

6. I walked out of the hardware with some leaf bags I bought...and this dude walking in asks me jokingly if there are any left. I said only 2 and some lady was looking at them.  He freaked and ran in the store. There was about 500 left actually.

7. Eating crushed pineapple as a snack is delicious.

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8. I would like to own a blimp.  Be right back, gonna take the blimp out for a spin. Nothing huge, just like a 20 footer that I could land in some one's yard.

9.  Ok so who watches Top Secret Recipe? I do, I do!.  The show cracks me up. I want to know the secret to the fillet of fish myself.  I had no idea how important corn meal is.

10. Sorry to break this to you; but if you follow the Kardashians.  You are nothing more than a pop culture tool.  Break free!

Sports: Football Morons

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. The whole fiasco, or should I say tragedy at Penn State sickens me. The former football coach has been indited on 10 counts of child molestation that occurred on campus - all under the guise of his children based charity.

SICK. Beyond sick. A complete disgrace. Yeah this waste of skin son of a bitch doesn't deserve to live. There is nothing worse than hurting a child - nothing. That's obvious though. Here is what really ticks me off besides the obvious. The other coach who saw it and did NOTHING. Or the fact Joe Pa really did NOTHING once he found out about it. The Athletic Director, the coaches, anyone who knew has to go and be accounted for. I'm sure they will.

Why? Why did they do absolutly nothing? Because the PROGRAM is bigger than life. The coach, the former player and grad assistant saw it and did NOTHING. The AD was told and did nothing. What kind of friggin moronic wuss does nothing? He was in shock for fear of going against the program...of losing his job. Because FOOTBALL IS LIFE. It's everything at Penn State and many other universities.

Screw you Joe Pa. Your legend is over. You should have been gone along time ago anyways, now this seals your silly fate. Screw you football coach who did NOTHING. You are another waste of skin. Mr. tough football guy couldn't even protect an innocent child. Unreal.

But this is my point. The almighty program, the game, the school, football culture is more important than doing the right thing. It's how they are coached, how they are trained, what is expected of them. They are above the law. Don't believe me? Do a google search of football players who have been arrested.

Don't misunderstand me. I love football, the game. I love the beauty of all sports, the strategy, the memories a child who plays can take with them forever. I love the weekend warrior aspect of it. I love it. However the football culture, and yes I'm generalizing, breeds cover ups to save their programs. That is just wrong! That is what has happened at Penn State, a team that I've always liked. Is it happening elsewhere? Maybe not this same tragedy, but other coverups?...you bet. Ohio State..Miami....you name it.

When I was a kid, I watched a television movie called Something For Joey. It was the John Cappelleti story, a Penn State player who played for his younger brother who was terminally ill. As a kid I really loved that movie. I've seen it once since, but it always stuck with me. Well Joe Pa, do you think all the little Joeys in the world deserve better than what you did? The most wins in college football history means NOTHING. You celebrate your career and everything that goes along with it, while you knew of this?

Disgrace.

Truth: Real Work

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. I met a real cool cat tonight. We hit it off immediately when I asked him what he did. Heck I forget what he did...engineer I think for some automotive company. Anyways I asked him if he liked his job. He shrugged his shoulders and said "yeah I guess, it's just a job".

Just a job! From 9 to 5 it's his way to support his life. It is a means to support his bills, eating, house, children. But after that, thats when the real time begins. You know, really making money or doing something productive.

He's on the same page as me; that if you are just living to work, then you are missing out. You need to work to live. So does the 9 to 5 cover that? Most people think so. However in this economy can you really just rely on one job? You need your own business on the side. You need to be productive, sell your services, invent, creat ideas, sell. Yes, charity work counts as that.

What are you doing during your non work hours to be profitable? How are you getting away from working for the man, and slaving 50% of your income away to Uncle Sam? What are you doing to be truly free? Not much I'm guessing...but I know many who do well in their off hours. They are the smart ones. They are the ones making their money (what's left of it) work for them.

If you want to get ahead in life..build a business, run a company, invent a widget, sell your services, produce good. All of this outside of 9 to 5. You owe it the clock. You are on the clock, and time is ticking. Life is too short, improve the quality for yourself, your family, and your neighbor. The couch, American Idol, Facebook, reality tv...that's not the ticket.

Life free, or die.

Liberty: Bomb Iran?

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Word on the street is that a war with Iran is coming up, and soon. They are saying that Al Qaeda is working closely with the Iranians, especially towards nuclear arms development. Ok? Just like Al Qaeda was working with Iraq? Yeah just like that.

Do we really need to do this? Thousands if not millions of people will die or be injured...but everyone will post pics of U.S. military holding Iranian babies so that will keep the warm and fuzzy feeling for everyone....NFL games will put American flags on their helmets...there will be yellow ribbons everywhere wanting the troops to come home...homeland security will raise the alert level...Americans will be asked to not travel to the middle east ...the Patriot Act will expand...the country will spiral more into debt, yet those holding stock in the military industrial complex will profit...everyone will sing God Bless America because God loves us, and not anyone else...republicans will blame democrats...democrats will blame republicans....vets still wont be taken care of. And we patiently wait for the new season of American Idol. Rinse, lather, repeat.

How do you like that Hope and Change thingy? I keep asking and no one gives me an answer. Can you say New World Order? Is anyone out there? Are we still in Kansas?

Truth: Out To Get Me

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.  Recently I was at an activities outing with a bunch of friends.  It was fun, but I came to find out that everyone was out to get me. They had told me that their mission was to beat me at the event and made sure that I lost.  They wanted to go against me, and talk smack.

Well during the event a few spies told me this because I didn't know going into it.  I liked it. I didn't mind. In fact, I was like "bring it!"...but most of all actually I just didn't care.  Now years ago, I would have gone nuts.  I would have been super competitive about it and fired up.  One time I was playing some basketball and some kids showed up to shoot around.  Well one was near me and I swatted his shot.  As I swatted his shot, my friend drove by in his car.  Stopped the car and yelled " are you kidding me!!!....you swatted some little kid".  I was like Wha???

Now, not so much.  Am I still competitive?  Not as much as I used to be. Am I mellowing with age? Yeah sure, but I think it has more to do with the fact I try to focus my energy when to be competitive, rather than just a raging bull all of the time.

Unfortunately while I am not so competitive anymore, people still think I am.  They still want to challenge me, just for challenge sake.  Not so much to beat me, because that isn't a great feat..but to see my sweat..to shut me up. That's the challenge for them.  That's the victory.

Trust me I get it.  Wanna race?

Facebook Status Updates 11311

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It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Facebook status updates make me want to stick a fork in my eye, to ease the pain. Here we go:

Busy day tomorrow, calling it a night early. Good night all.
-oh stop

It's Monday!!!!

-Thanks

Omg the golden girls crack me up

-Is it 1985?

Good morning, Good morning, Good morning to you! Happy Wednesday everyone!

-Shoot me

Happy Friday

-TGIC Thank God It's Clueless

lol I found my crock pot.

- you looked in the mirro?

been a very exhausting day.. heading to bed...

-please take your time

Forget opening the house wayyyy to humid!!!

-Just keep the doors locked please.

Good Morning, My Friends!! Happy Hump day!! Yay!!

-Oh kill me now

It's going to be a great day...I can feel it!!!!!!!

-Feel the fork slowly crushing my retina

slept in

-Not long enough

I don't want to talk for a bit. Good night!

-Next time say Good Year and we'll accept.

Hello folks, Ready -- Start -- Go!!!!!!!

-Ready set stop.

It's pouring!

-Pouring duh and duh

OMGosh...I am so loving this weather!

-OMG wishing for a tornado

What a pretty day, make it count

-I tried, but then I read this

Wow..are we getting the rain!!

-Walk out in it and keep your mouth open

It is camel day!

-Menthol?

I'm sooo tired, and although this coffee is good and strong its just not enough! *Yawn*

-Arsenic would help

If heaven aint alot like detroit i dont want to go!

-Classic

Have a great day everyone!

-Can't, I read this

Good night Facebook friends. See you tomorrow.

-What did I do to deserve that?

An hour late waking up. At least I'm up.
-There is no God

smile

-It's actually me in pain

Truth: Making Your Point

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. There's always a few bad apples to spoil the bunch. Here I am excited because more than ever Ron Paul is finally picking up steam. No not with the mainstream media, but with actual street and stroll polls. His military contribution is at an all time high, and it looks good. No, not that he can be elected, but the message of liberty is starting to take place. That's all that really matters, at least to me.

So I'm on this political discussion group, that I've been a member of since 1999..and these outsiders come in to share their thoughts. Very smart, entertaining, a wealth of information. Then boom! Someone disagrees with them, they start putting the hammer down calling everyone stupid. They swear, call people names, degrade them, post Anti-Israeli stuff. They start blabbing about the New World Order etc. All of course with the two words Ron Paul after every expletive.

I don't want to be aligned with these people. Despite our commonality for liberty, I don't want to attack people on the Internet. I don't get off on insulting people because they don't agree with me. Attack the ideas I say. Come with sources. Drive home points. Back up your passion with facts, logic, and reason. Because if you don't...people, aside from your little tribe are going to think you walk around with tin foil on your head. You'll come across as crazy, and then your candidate will be the candidate of kooks. Do you get that?

I don't care if you support aliens from Uranus, be civil and smart, then your message will be heard and tolerated, instead of being alienated. Yeah I get you are angry. I get you are frustrated. I'm angry and frustrated too. However when you yell, all people here is yelling. They don't hear the message, because you have them on edge. Just because it works for you, doesn't mean it will work for everyone.

Chill.

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A.D.D. Rumblings No.11111

1. Nothing more annoying than talking to someone with dirty glasses. If I had a Windex bottle on me like the Greeks, I'd shoot them in the face.

2. I'm getting a Jimmy John's delivery sign for my car. I don't know what will happen with it on my car, but I will find out. Maybe I will get to places much quicker.

3. I had an account at a bank, and they were penalizing me for no recent activity. So I went in there, and closed the account. I said this is my activity - jerks.

5. Grain fed chicken and beef makes me ill. Grass fed chicken and beef doesn't effect me. Grass, it's what's for dinner.

4. I don't get the fascination or hype surrounding Tim Tebow. I don't see it at all. I think it is media driven; aka agent driven. Boring.

6. I wish I could paint. Not like walls or the town, but murals and stuff.

7. I wrongly planted carrot seeds not apart. So when they sprouted it was like orange spaghetti. I'm an idiot. Crazy wabbit.

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8. Does it bother you that the Library of Congress records every Internet keystroke just for posterity sake? Turn on your spell check people.

9. Whatever happened to that nose hair you plucked 5 years ago? Where is it now? What are those cells doing at this very moment?

10.Imagine a Bundt cake with frosting, that is worn around your neck like a necklace. You'd never be hungry. Of course if you had one of those your neck would get bigger and bigger.