A New World My Ass

I never thought i would live to see the day, when i was anything at all like my parents. i never thought i would say "the world and those living in it, are worse and worse with each and every passing hour". but i agree!! i in fact unashamadidly whole'heartedly agree. it seems to me these days you can't say anything to anyone, without them taking it the wrong way, and thinking you have nothing better to do than dilibertly critize them. a friendly word of advice, all to often returns as a verbal assault, defensive attatudes, and possibly even violance.

Now what i'm going to deal with here, is far from the norm__for me. as everybody knows, if i had my way, if i was not so buissy trying to simply live a life., i would be stright up in The Establishments face, and probably unfortunatly__through no fault of my own__making this world a much more uncomfortable place than it already is. but i'll say this though: i wish people could be more carefull with me, because if i am angered too thourally, there is nothing stoping me from ripping-off another letter to Establishment, watching it squerm, and then be witness as it corrupts itself__trying to dismiss itself from my existance. i could in other words: decide to tear the wings off of little flies, just because i thought i needed a pound of flesh. but that's neather here nor there; for the moment, at least.

anyway, i was out shopping today__with my dog in-tow; when somebody decided to dismiss me; not for the God i am, but for the simple human i so long to be: which of course angered me beyond contempt. it is times like that, when i find myself so wanting to let certian people know just who exactly in the fuck they are talking to; while at times like that, i also must be careful to hold my toung__on that subject at least.

And so, what could have riled me today to the point that i would wish to take my frustrations out on my superiors, you ask. well i had to watch as a compleat stranger abused their dog. it was a silly little Chiawawa, but none the less a defencless animal. this girl had it standing on the roof of her car, while waiting for her boyfriend to return from the drug-store. i watched, strapping my bags to the handle-bars of my byick, and collecting my own Jack-Russle from the shady post where she had been tied; as this poor little thing pratically danced-up a storm on the roof of that car. the sun was out shining with a heat seldom witnessed this summer, that the roof was uncontroalably hot. and i could tell the dogs paws were suffering. she of course paied no attention to the animal's pain; that eventually, and as politly as i have ever been to a compleat stranger, i touched the roof of the car and tried to explain that the dog's feet were over-heating.

well it was as if i had said: she was a bitch, why didn't she go fuck herself: because, immeately a string of absenities were releaved from her nasty mouth, and i instructed: i didn't need to talk to her, which was repeted__once with her humming loudly alone, i imangain so i wouldn't be able to be heard. there however was nothing for me to say, as the dog was already in her hands and off the roof. my point was both understood & applied.
but it didn't make me want to slap her face none-the-less !!

I mean come-on people. i was polite, and thought only that this broad (and i know nore care how inapropiate that might sound) i only thought this broad might not have realized the pain she was causing her pet. there was no intention on my part to degrade her, make her feel foolish, or try to appear more concerning than she. i mearly thought because of her young age, and the fact that she might not have experianced life the way someong more than twice her age had, that she didn't realize what was happening. but i better understand now why some people say: it's better not to get involved, because even with the best of intentions__people take things the wrong way.
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And The Time Has Come

Well i guess it's time to stop fooling around, as i feel much more comfortable in my skin; than i have for meny, meny months. i want to think my problem is gone, and with that now when i finally have more money in my hands than in quite a long time, i can once more go out into the world, without this weight on my sholders, and know in the back of my mind i won't need be asking myself: what right have i to eather make those whom have betraied me or denied me believe i am better than they, because, without this burden, the fact of the matter is: I simply am, and i can accept that. so what i'm sayiny is: now's the time to learn what has happened to my old enemy?

I doubt very much The Anti-christ has left The Amercian White-House mearly because he once found it conveniant to take possesion of, George's body, and beleave him in fact to still be in the presents of the most powerful man on earth. His responce to my letter of course, will prove it eather one way or the other. Yes it is time to write to, President Obama, and learn if he will help me claim my rightful recognition from, Oprah. but more importantly, he is simply going to need to something constructive reguarding the fact that this war, and George's ability to scilance mass-media to launch it, is her fault, there is therefore blood on her hands, and she needs be seriously punished for that; as do they all.

Will The President deni my, probably. but that's not the important question, and, i have always known that. what really matters is what he will do with the information, and, if he__like all those whom preceeded him will use the information i give him for eather good or evel. in other words: will the power of this information i give Obama prove to unrestabul; that he will decide to use it to become even more powerful than he already is as The Most Powerful Man on Earth. we all know power corrupts. But will Baraque let absolute power corrupt absolutly?
That is the question, because in its responce, i then know: what has happened to my old enemy that old wicked one, Satin Himself.
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Can You Imangain

All the imangains of men's minds couldn't have prepaired me for this
living with a Diplomat none the less.
I best be nice to Tim too, because this is just what i need...
a Diplomat on my team!!
he's just asking me about going to the indian resurve on saturday, and apparently not just for cigrattes. he wants to "see" what the place is like and how NAI's live. yea right: i just told him there was nothing to see unless one had a car, and hoped that was a good-enough excuss.

But by fuck...A Diplomat. And living in my house. Hoe in the blasted fuck am i going to explain to this guy, my new room'mate he's living with God ?
Thism is really going to be rich don't you think?
and just in the event you might be wondering, yes i do expect a responce

I'm going over to Twitter now and there better be no excusses.
do i not desurve at least that after all i have done for you all?
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