Death??

The headstone of Russell J. Larson in the Logan City Cemetery, Logan, UT. (or so I was told) Death is no big deal to me, being omnipresent, it’s this world that drives me nuts the way it is.

An old prospector walked his tired old mule into a sleepy little western town one sunny afternoon. He'd been out in the desert for about six months without a drop of whiskey. He walked up to the first saloon he came to and tied his old mule to the hitching post.

As he stood there brushing some of the dust from his face and clothes, a young gunslinger walked out of the saloon. He had a shiny silver Colt .44 in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other hand as he looked at the old man and laughed. Then he said "Hey old man have you ever danced?" The old man looked up at him and said "No sir, I never did dance, I just never did want to."

Others where around and the gunslinger said "Well you old fool you're gonna dance, now." And he started shooting at the old man's feet. The old man was hopping around and everybody was laughing. The gunslinger fired his last bullet then holstered his gun and he turned around to go back into the saloon.

The old man reached up on the mule and slid his old ten-gauge shotgun out of its scabbard, then pulled both hammers back, making a distinctive clicking sound. The gunslinger heard the sound and froze in his tracks as everything on the street became deathly quiet. As he turned around and stared down both barrels of the old man's shotgun, they looked like a pair of railroad tunnels.

The old man asked him "Did you ever French kiss a mule’s Ass?" The gunslinger swallowed hard, thought for a moment, then said, "No, but I've always wanted to."
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Rodney Dangerfield's best
1 . I was so poor growing up... if I wasn't a boy... I'd have had nothing to play with .
2. A girl phoned me the other day and said, "Come on over; nobody's home. I went over. Nobody was home.
3. During sex, my girlfriend always wants to talk to me. Just the other night she called me from a hotel.
4. One day I came home early from work ... I saw a guy jogging naked. I said to the guy, "Hey buddy, why are you doing that?" He said, "Because you came home early."
5. It's been a rough day. I got up this morning.. put on a shirt and a button fell off. I picked up my briefcase, and the handle came off. I'm afraid to go to the bathroom.
6. I was such an ugly kid... When I played in the sandbox, the cat kept covering me up.
7. I could tell my parents hated me. My bath toys were a toaster and a radio.
8. I was such an ugly baby...My mother never breast fed me. She told me that she only liked me as a friend.
9. I'm so ugly... My father carries around a picture of the kid who came with his wallet.
10. When I was born, the doctor came into the waiting room and said to my father, "I'm sorry. We did everything we could, but he pulled through."
11. I'm so ugly. My mother had morning sickness... AFTER I was born.
12. I remember the time that I was kidnapped and they sent a piece of my finger to my father. He said he wanted more proof.
13. Once when I was lost, I saw a policeman, and asked him to help me find my parents. I said to him, "Do you think we'll ever find them?" He said, "I don't know kid. There's so many places they can hide."
14. My wife made me join a bridge club. I jump off next Tuesday.
15. I'm so ugly... I worked in a pet shop, and people kept asking how big I'd get.
16. I went to see my doctor. "Doctor, every morning when I get up and look in the mirror...I feel like throwing up; What's wrong with me?" He said.."I don't know but your eyesight is perfect."
17. I went to the doctor because I'd swallowed a bottle of sleeping pills. My doctor told me to have a few drinks and get some rest.
18. With my old man I got no respect. I asked him, "How can I get my kite in the air?" He told me to run off a cliff.
19. Some dog I got. We call him Egypt because in every room he leaves a pyramid. His favorite bone is in my arm. Last night he went on the paper four times - three of those times I was reading it.
20. One year they wanted to make me a poster boy - for birth control
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Dear diary: Okay, I’m going to toot my own horn some. Well, not really, I’m going to let someone else toot it for me. Yesterday a very nice couple came by to look at my cats, she (Tarky) had asked for a kitten on Yahoo Freecycle so I responded that they could have one of mine. I let my cats come and go as they please so there wasn’t any in my place when they got here. But I went into the shop, they like to sleep in there, and found one and brought it out. They are not used to other people as they only know me and my neighbor Helen.

Well that went over like a fart in church, as soon as it spotted them it started fighting to get out of my arms, and it won. LOL …. So I went in and got another one and the same thing happened again, only they did get to touch it before it tore it’s way out of my arms. Not that I will fight them a lot, I don’t believe in holding something that doesn’t want to be held.

They had some things to do in town for an hour so I suggested that they leave their cat carrier and I would see if I could collect one. I did about ten minutes after they left. I took her over to Helen’s so she could keep her company until they got back. They wanted a smaller one and it happened to be the second smallest. I won’t give the smallest one away because her name is Helen. :-)

I assured them that I thought they would love this cat once it got adjusted to them. But !! That if it didn’t work out for them that they where more than welcome to bring her back. So far they seem to be pleased with her. Even though she got some of the spelling of our names wrong, and the age of the cat as I made it clear that she was at least seven months old, following is a message that Tarky left on Yahoo Freecycle. (We talked about other things also, so they know that I’m a New Age minister and like to do weddings.)

----- Original Message -----
From: Tarky
To: clallamcountyfreecycle@yahoogroups.com
Sent: Saturday, December 30, 2006 2:58 PM
Subject: [ClallamCountyFreecycle] Found: Port Angeles 4 to 5 month old kitten

Thank you Billy and Helene for the beautiful female tabby, ("Star"). Mandu is giving her new sister a hard time, but I think this will pass. Jake is acting indifferently. Typical male!

Star will have a long and loving life with Eric and I. We will always take the very best care of her. Thanks again for keeping our Mandu from being lonely.

You're a wonderful man, Billy Cooke.

And part of a personal message I got from her:
Currently, Star is hiding behind our washer. LOL! But she is eating and drinking and knows where the poop box is. She'll adjust. All newcomers get razzed by their contemporaries. She sweet and she did let me hold her...she was purring. [Damn right she is sweet, I spent a lot of hours making these wild cats sweet. But they didn’t start out being assholes like the monkeys on this planet, because they had the right mentor.]

Anyway, the cats are not used to a TV and all the noise it makes. But I also went to the library and got some movies to watch. There isn’t any way they wanted to be inside when the TV was on, so I let them out. Cats are smarter than humans. LOL

But the library is getting in a series of DVD’s on the states, last night I watched Florida, it was pretty interesting. Did you know (or remember) that St. Augustine is the oldest continually lived in settlement in the country? As far as whites go that is. It was started in 1565 by Spanish Catholics. It was the first real cow county as the Spanish brought them with them, and cows are still big there. Because of the different varieties of oranges they are often processed for ten to eleven months out of the year.

When I was at Rick’s upholstery shop the other day I picked up a scrap of cowhide to bring home as he is working on a custom car, I just discovered that the cats love it. I think I will go get more scraps from him. This isn’t processed cowhide like you buy in the stores for pets, it’s the real stuff and nice and soft. I knotted a strip of it into a bundle and they just love it. And they like it if you use a strip of it to dangle and play with them.

This one cat is going wild over it, I think it is giving her the hunting instinct. That may be just as well, they will need it again after the monkey’s screw up this planet and they have to fend for themselves again.

I was dreaming about some lady and her meat loaf, so I guess I will end the year saying….. Don’t let your meat loaf…. LOL

Big Sky Country

When I lived in Montana with Marie we went camping for a few days up in the Big Hole area. It is beautiful and peaceful up there with just a few very small towns and very few people. The fishing was good and the trip was most peaceful and enjoyable. The only traffic jam was a herd of cattle that I had to mosey through. Here are some pictures of the trip. Well, the fishing lady wasn’t there, I just thought I would toss in that picture also. He, he, he.
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One New Years eve (In Montana) we went up in the mountains and spent a quite night in the camper. It was nice and peaceful up there just talking by candle light and enjoying the heater. I won’t be going out this New Years either. May go over and keep Helen company for a while. Or have a fire outside for a while
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"Personally, I don't see why there should be such an issue over cloning. You'll get a few misfires, to be sure, maybe the occasional three-headed mutant baby whose father was a syringe and whose mother was a test tube. But why not? We can make them a special interest group, just like homo- sexuals, Puerto Ricans or Catholics." -Chadwick, Editor of Up Yours!
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Heard about the new gay sitcom? It's called, "Leave It, It's Beaver".
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While practicing auto-rotations during a military night training exercise a Huey Cobra messed up the landing and landed on the tail rotor. The landing was so hard that it broke off the tail boom. However, the chopper fortunately remained upright on its skids, sliding down the runway doing twisting, spinning 360's. As the Cobra slid past the tower, trailing a brilliant shower of sparks, this was the radio exchange that took place... Tower: "Sir, do you need any assistance?" Chopper: "I don't know, tower. We ain't done crashin' yet."
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Lipstick in School

A certain private school was recently faced with a unique problem. A number of 12-year-old girls were beginning to use lipstick and would put it on in the bathroom. That was fine, but after they put on their lipstick they would press their lips to the mirrors leaving dozens of little lip prints. Every night the maintenance man would remove them and the next day the girls would put them back. Finally, the principal decided that something had to be done. She called all the girls to the bathroom and met them there with the maintenance man. She explained that all these lip prints were causing a major problem for the Maintenance man who had to clean the mirrors every night (you can just imagine the yawns from the little princesses).

To demonstrate how difficult it had been to clean the mirrors, she asked the maintenance man to show the girls how much effort was required. He took out a long-handled squeegee, dipped it in the toilet, and cleaned the mirrors with it. Since then, there have been no lip prints on the mirrors.
There are teachers.... and then there are educators.

Dear Diary: It was a good day yesterday, I went back to the trucking company with some tools, generator, and saw because there was an 8 X10 foot pallet there that I wanted. It was made of four 3” X 6” X 10 foot oak beams, not real high grade oak, but still good wood. I figure I can find a use for them, the boards where one by six inch rough cut oak, I cut them up to use for firewood. I also worked some on fixing up the stove I’m going to use in the shop, I’m going to put a heat exchanger on top of it.

Helen took paratransit to get her hair done yesterday and didn’t even ask me to take her out to dinner so she could show it off. She mostly just likes to sit in front of her stove in the wintertime.

My new retreat

Yup, I know it is ugly, but you should see the inside, it is even more ugly inside. But I need a new retreat now that I don’t have my big boat anymore, and it needed someone to love it before it got ripped apart and hauled off to a landfill.
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When his life was ruined, his family killed, his farm destroyed, Job knelt down on the ground and yelled up to the heavens, "Why, God? Why me?" and the thundering voice of God answered, "There's just something about you that pisses me off."
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In a tiny village lived an old maid. In spite of her advanced age she was still a virgin. She was very proud of it. She knew her last days were getting closer, so she told the local undertaker that she wanted the following inscription on her tombstone:

"Born as a virgin, lived as a virgin, died as a virgin."

Not long after, the old maid died peacefully, and the undertaker told his men what the lady had said. The men went to carve it in, but as the lazy no-goods they were, they thought the inscription to be unnecessarily long. So they simply wrote: "Returned unopened."
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Two Jewish businessmen meet in the street. "Oy, Abraham, I'm sorry to hear about that fire at your warehouse." "Ssh!" hisses the other, "It's not till next week."
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Three Irishmen, Paddy, Sean and Shamus, were stumbling home from the pub late one night and found themselves on the road which led past the old graveyard. "Come have a look over here," says Paddy, "it's Michael O'Grady's grave, God bless his soul. He lived to the ripe old age of 87." "That's nothing", says Sean, "here's one named Patrick O'Tool, it says here that he was 95 when he died." Just then, Shamus yells out, "Good God, here's a fella that got to be 145 years old!"

"What was his name?" asks Paddy. Shamus stumbles around a bit, awkwardly lights a match to see what else is written on the stone marker, and exclaims, "Miles, from Dublin."
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When I was married 25 years, I took a look at my wife one day and said, "Honey, 25 years ago we had a cheap apartment, a cheap car, slept on a sofa bed and watched a 10-inch black and white TV, but I got to sleep every night with a hot 25-year-old blonde. "Now we have a nice house, nice car, big bed and plasma screen TV, but I'm sleeping with a 50-year-old woman. It seems to me that you are not holding up your side of things." My wife is a very reasonable woman. She told me to go out and find a hot 25-year-old blonde, and she would make sure that I would once again be living in a cheap apartment, driving a cheap car, sleeping on a sofa bed and watching a 10-inch black and white TV."
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Marie….. I haven’t drank Jack and Jose for a great many years, since my twenties. Not since I got tired of waking up with women like you. :-)…. BTW, has anyone ever bothered to tell you that you are a frigging idiot? It figures that the only comment on my other cranky blog post would be from an insane chick. Hugs though.
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Dear diary: I went back to the hardware store yesterday and bought four more of the double pane windows they have on sale, I now have enough to replace all the windows in the camp trailer. I’m going to insulate it very well so that it is nice and warm inside.

Rick got his new commercial sewing machine and is happy to be back to work catching up. I went over yesterday and showed him how to use his new digital camera some. I worked a bit on modifying the stove that I’m putting in the shop. I also got two eight-foot long pallets (free) from the trucking company for a project I have in mind.

My other blog

12/28/2006

One often learns more from ten days of agony than from ten years of contentment. And then forgets it as soon as things get better again.
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A man wanted to get married. He was having trouble choosing among three likely candidates. He gives each woman a present of $5,000 and watches to see what they do with the money.

The first does a total make over. She goes to a fancy beauty salon, gets her hair done, new make up, and buys several new outfits and dresses up very nicely for the man. She tells him that she has done this to be more attractive for him because she loves him so much. The man was impressed.

The second goes shopping to buy the man gifts. She gets him a new set of golf clubs, some new gizmos for his computer, and some expensive clothes. As she presents these gifts, she tells him that she has spent all the money on him because she loves him so much. Again, the man is impressed.

The third invests the money in the stock market. She earns several times the $5,000. She gives him back his $5,000 and reinvests the remainder in a joint account. She tells him that she wants to save for their future because she loves him so much. Obviously, the man was impressed. The man thought for a long time about what each woman had done with the money he'd given her. Then, he married the one with the biggest boobs. Men are like that, you know.

There is more money being spent on breast implants and Viagra today than on Alzheimer's research. This means that by 2040, there should be a large elderly population with perky boobs and huge erections and absolutely no recollection of what to do with them.
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MECCA, Saudi Arabia (AFP) - Around two million Muslims will on Thursday begin the annual hajj pilgrimage to Mecca amid increased safety measures aimed at preventing stampedes which each year claim scores of lives. ….. I wonder where they find places to jack off?
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CRAWFORD, Texas - After weeks of deliberation, President Bush is honing in on a national security team meeting at his Texas ranch that will take him a step closer to deciding a new U.S. policy in Iraq. ….. Geez, I wonder what that little pecker headed monkey will come up with next. But think good thoughts, think of Bush and Cheney sixty-nineing it together. He, he, he.
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Dear diary: While I was out doing the laundry for Polly’s Honky Tonk Saloon and Whorehouse yesterday I stopped at the hardware store for a stove pipe fitting and they had various double pane windows on sale for five bucks each, so I bought three of them for the camp trailer. I also did a little banking being as it was the whores payday, and I took Helen to the doctors office so she could have her blood pressure checked.

ASSICONS

(_!_) a regular ass
(__!__) a fat ass
(!) a tight ass
(_*_) a sore ass
{_!_} a swishy ass
(_o_) an ass that's been around
(_x_) kiss my ass
(_X_) leave my ass alone
(_zzz_) a tired ass
(_E=mc2_) a smart ass
(_$_) Money coming out of his ass
(_?_) Dumb Ass

I don’t have much in the line of humor to share with you today. My more serious post is on my other blog today.

My other blog

World Peace & Diversity

Where is my world peace you motherfucking monkeys? Not that anyone reading this blog can do anything about it. There are not enough humans, spiritual beings, and too many monkeys on this planet. I hate this fucking planet, especially this time of year.
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Well Vinicio.... That graphic I used yesterday was a sculpture about a different place and time. So no fucking whining about no diversity in it. They didn’t know that a lot of others even existed then, let alone Native Americans. And it was about one group of people, they were also surrounded by diversity, and they prosecuted and crucified by them. Sound familiar? Some things will never change, unless we change them, and the answers, like acceptance, may not be what you think. Besides, you live in NYC Lots of diversity there isn’t there? So what do you think of it all? Does it work out all that well?
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Some times I get tired of hearing about diversity, lets put it in its proper perspective. I don’t want to make anymore babies, but damn it, if you want diversity, diversify. Boy, you take that little brown dick of yours and you stick it in a little white mongrels (and all whites are mongrels) sperm bank, and make us a lighter brown baby of mixed blood. Or stick it in a Japanese, an African or African American, or a Chinese, or an Asian, any other blood will do.
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And you crazy stupid Muslim men that want your virgins, hop on a plane and go to another country and knock someone there up. Virgins, fuck, only an idiot would want a virgin. They are as worthless as tits on a bore hog. If any virgin wants me it will cost her five hundred dollars. All the men all over this planet, go somewhere else and knock up someone of a different color and race. Or you women do it if you want knocked up.
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I want to see just shades of brown on this planet. I want bloodlines and religions so diluted that there isn’t any bullshit arguing over any of it anymore. Bloodline pride anymore is just bullshit. Blood pride my ass, why do you people keep forgetting that all of you are from the same original source?
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Take up my motto boy, “I want to knock up an Asian.” Make me proud of you boy, get out there and do right by me with that little brown dick. In your past there where so many whites in your women that you don’t really know what is there anyway because much of it was not talked about. I did my part, my first born was from a Native American. :-)
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Kirsten….. The more I read of your old posts, the uglier Egypt seems to me. It appears to be full of soulless people, I mean monkeys. I can see why you are untrusting there. I’ve always been trusting, and yes, it has stabbed me in the back a few times, but it won’t stop me from being that way. And as for your medical stories, it isn’t at all like that here, there appears to be much better health care here based on what you say. And anyone here can get health care. As for what I said on your blog, you need the love of the spirit above the love of the human side of the brain. Usually the human part of the brain gets in the way of that. But it’s the journey you are on, and what you are seeking, the spiritual togetherness of the omnipresence.
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BTW….What nationality is the last name of Namskau? I entered “last name Namskau” in a Google search and just came up with a lot of hits for your blog. And a few for your book. LOL. I didn’t learn much, and don’t have a lot of time for searching.
Interesting quote I just spotted on your blog, “Maybe it will become my life...maybe it will take my life.” Maybe, but does it really matter if you are omnipresent? Your only objective right now is to try to fix the world so you can have peace in the future anyway.
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It sounds like the traffic culture in Egypt is very lacking. There are lots of traffic laws here, and for the most part they are obeyed pretty well. Some people take freedom and freewill to far but there really is no such thing as complete freedom and freewill when living around others. I’ve driven in all the states and large cities without much problem. What bothers me most is the big macho pickups and the macho people driving them. If I ran a country they couldn’t manufacture and sell such rigs there, they just appease the monkeys here. But our country is lead by monkeys, so there you go.
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"In the days before this Christmas Day, the so-called 'Christmas wars' were again in full swing. Should the clerks at Target say 'Happy Holidays' or 'Merry Christmas?' Can Christmas trees be displayed in airports and other public places? Can they have religiously-themed ornaments? Lots of ink and airtime are spent debating these questions. It is actually all very humorous – the battle has long been lost, but to the forces of capitalist consumerism, not secular humanism." - Duane Shank
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VATICAN CITY - Pope Benedict XVI urged Christians on Wednesday to defend the spirit of Christmas against secular trends during his last general audience before the holiday. He wished the several thousand pilgrims and tourists gathered in a Vatican auditorium decorated with Christmas trees a "Happy Christmas" in seven languages and told them that "false prophets continue to offer cheap salvation which ends up in deep delusions."……. The pope is an idiot monkey, a false prophet. He, he, he.
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But if you adopt the Christians mentality toward God and Jesus you don’t have to act and do as Jesus or God would do. And somehow be forgiven. Idiot monkeys.
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Pope Offers Christmas Prayers for Peace….. Pray for peace my butt. Pray in one hand and crap in the other and see which one gets full the fastest. Demand peace dammit, demand it. Where is my peace you fucking monkeys? I’m still writing about my retreat.
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Lets see, I said I would put my serious stuff on my other blog, and just amuse the monkeys on this one. I’ll get back to that soon, but for now there is no new post there. … BBC

THIS IS HUMANITY DAY

Christmas should be for the children?

Which children? The ones being spoiled with gifts? Or the starving ones? (Blogger isn’t loading pictures at the moment, but you know what a starving child looks like anyway)

Bah, screw Merry Christmas. Screw the donkey Mary rode in on, and screw the innkeeper that is screwing the barmaid over in the corner of the manger. Crazy frigging Christians and their stupid beliefs. Where is my world peace you monkeys? I’ll write about my retreat after this Crazy Christmas. BBC

So, did you send a check?
World Food Program
Mercy Corps

A room with a view

The water view is looking out the North window of my room. Victoria, Canada is out there, eighteen miles North. The mountain view is from the South side deck. I’ll write more about that when I return from my retreat, I’m just here for a bit.
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Kirsten …. I’ll have you know young lady, that I trim my nose, ear, and eye brow hairs. And all my socks match. And I even vacuumed yesterday, so *sticking my tongue out at ya*… LOL
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Research has shown that married men live longer than single men. So, for all you single men out there... If you want a sloowww painful death ...
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While the spirit of Christmas is giving, I think the giving is done wrong. Toys given to children that have too much now, adults buying each other things they don’t really need. The giving should be to the truly poor, I said it that way because I exclude the lazy poor that think most everything should be handed to them, or the stupid poor that keep screwing up their lives with drugs and such, it should be given to the roughly thirty thousand a day that die of starvation. Oh hell, never mind, no one really cares. Have a Merry Fucking Monkey Christmas. Don’t ask yourselves, “Who would Jesus (or any spirit) give to?”
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Why you never question a drunk........
A woman was shopping at her local supermarket where she selected:
a half-gallon of 2% milk,
a carton of eggs,
a quart of orange juice,
a head of romaine lettuce,
a 2 lb. can of coffee and
a 1 lb. package of bacon.

As she was unloading her items on the conveyor belt to check out, a drunk standing behind her, with his 2 six packs of beer, watched as she placed the items in front of the cashier. While the cashier was ringing up her purchases, the drunk calmly stated,

"You must be single."

The woman was a bit startled by this proclamation, but she was intrigued by the derelict's intuition, since she was indeed single. She looked at her six items on the belt and saw nothing particularly unusual about her selections that could have tipped off the drunk to her marital status. Curiosity getting the better of her, she said "Well, you know what, you're absolutely correct. But how on earth did you know that?"

The drunk replied, " ' Cause you're ugly."
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I am only one, but still I am one; I cannot do everything; but still I can do something; and because I cannot do everything, I will not refuse to do the something that I can do. -Edward Everett Hale
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If I could wish for my life to be perfect, it would be tempting, but I would have to decline, for life would no longer teach me anything. -Allyson Jones
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The worst barbarity of war is that it forces men collectively to commit acts against which individually they would revolt against with their whole being. -Ellen Key (Herd mentality)
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I thank God for my handicaps, for, through them, I have found myself, my work, and my God. -Helen Keller
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We say that we care about the war, but we don't even really know what we're fighting for. -Scott Ritter
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If, finally, violence meets with violence, we have confirmation of the age old adage that war though it kills many men, makes many more men evil. -Fritz Medicus
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I see that the world is still a piece of shit, back to my room and retreat now.. BBC

Today is the day

Sewmouse….. While I do fully believe in marriage, I know that I will never be married again. Or even live with a woman, not these women. There is more peace in my interests without them putting wrenches in the works. I believe I will just stick with them and only enjoy casual friendships with women when I run into them during my wanderings. I’m not interested in overnighters or casual sex, so I’ve decided that I don’t even want to date them. Hugs
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Kirsten, I was just making a point yesterday hon. You have my permission to call anyone you want a bitch. :-)….. Hugs
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I woke up thankful this morning, realized that it’s nice not to be dealing with the women on this planet. That living alone is wonderful. That I don’t have to make anyone happy but me, and my needs are few so that is easy. I’m not happy about the condition of the rest of the world though. The wars, killings, starvation’s, etc. And so many allowing it to happen.
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Today is the day I start my retreat, in a nice hotel room here in town. To try and find a little peace with the world while staring out a window with a nice view of the sound. Like my mind will just shut off…LOL… Others can chase their fancy needs, travels and such trying to seek some happiness while putting more debt on their credit cards, but that isn’t my style. This little retreat is all I need.
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I will be back here for a short time each morning though, and suppose I will make a short post each day. Quickly check just a few blogs. Wednesday evening I made a fire in my fireplace outside and just sat there contemplating about whatever wanted to enter my mind. I do that a lot, instead of trying to think, I free my mind to play with itself. Here are a few thoughts I had while sitting out there.
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It appears that a lot of women that have trouble maintaining relationships with men often start up political or religious blogs and become pretty fanatical in them. Interesting.
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One day when I was at Laurel Ann’s she mentioned that she would like a decent magnet to remove nails from the wood stove as they burn wood with nails in it at times. I suggested a cow magnet. She had never heard of one so because I have some I took her one. They put them in cows to catch the metal in the first stomach and keep it from moving down line and causing damage.
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This is an old saying, but a native builds a small fire and gets close. A white man builds a big fire and stands back. Conclusion: White monkeys are into being wasteful and don’t mind working more to find more firewood. Many of them are excessive about many things. They will end up destroying this country.
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I wonder why Christians (I know, I’m generalizing) like democracy? That isn’t how they believe they are going to be ruled in the future. I wonder why they like greed? I wonder why they like this form of capitalism.
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If I ran this world I would separate the Christmas holiday from the so called birthday of Jesus. I didn’t say that Jesus wasn’t born, or wasn’t here, but that is just a made up day. Christmas for the consumers could be on the winter solstice because it really has nothing to do with any birth other than a bunch of nuts tied it all together.
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I will spend Christmas Eve and day in peace and quiet and ignore all the needy commercial crap. I’ve bought no gifts, and I want none, other than world peace.
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There is something about water and fire that I have an attraction to. Well, both make life better. Being by and looking out a large body of water I feel closer to creation. And sitting in front of a fire in peace and quiet is comforting to me. Blah, blah, blah.
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This brainwashing that being patriotic to only one country is a good thing, is not a good thing. This is a stolen country anyway. Future generations may understand this, but for now there is just this stupid mentality that says you should give your alliance to just one country.
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This is old but still nice to see once in a while, as a reminder.
An Indian walks into a cafe with a shotgun in one hand pulling a male buffalo with the other. He says to the waiter: "Want coffee." The waiter says, "Sure, Chief. Coming right up." He gets the Indian a tall mug of coffee. The Indian drinks the coffee down in one gulp, turns and blasts the buffalo with the shotgun,
causing parts of the animal to splatter everywhere and then just walks out.

The next morning the Indian returns. He has his shotgun in one hand, pulling another male buffalo with the other. He walks up to the counter and says to the waiter "Want coffee." The waiter says "Whoa,
Tonto! We're still cleaning up your mess from yesterday. What was all that about, anyway?"

The Indian smiles and proudly says. "Training for position in United States Congress: Come in, drink coffee, shoot the bull, leave mess for others to clean up, disappear for rest of day.
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What will your death mean to the cosmos?
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Christmas, bah. W.T.F.W.J.D.? … You can buy a tee shirt with that on it. It means…. What The Fuck Would Jesus Do? Clearly not what they are doing in this country. And of course, a lot of others. BBC

Quote of the year

I don't like to hang out with the Insane Chicks Society, but their parade floats are out of this world. - NewsBlog 5000
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Marie, if someone doesn’t like how their country is, they should not leave it, but stay and fix it. You are new here aren’t you? I’ve posted about that before. Are you a cute little monkey? Hugs.
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To be upset over what you don't have, is to waste what you do have. - Ken S. Keyes, Jr.

You are all tagged

A beautiful young blonde woman boards a plane to LA with a ticket for the coach section. She looks at the seats in coach and then looks ahead to the first class seats. Seeing that the first class seats appear to be much larger and more comfortable, she moves forward to the last empty one. The flight attendant checks her ticket and tells the woman that her seat is in coach. The blonde replies, "I'm young, blonde and beautiful, and I'm going to sit here all the way to LA." Flustered, the flight attendant goes to the cockpit and informs the captain of the blonde problem. The captain goes back and tells the woman that her assigned seat is in coach. Again, the blonde replies, "I'm young, blonde and beautiful, and I'm going to sit here all the way to LA."

The captain doesn't want to cause a commotion, and so returns to the cockpit to discuss the blonde with the co-pilot. The co-pilot says that he has a blonde girlfriend, and that he can take care of the problem. He then goes back and briefly whispers something into the blonde's ear.
She immediately gets up, says, "Thank you so much," hugs the co-pilot, and rushes back to her seat in the coach section. The pilot and flight attendant, who were watching with rapt attention, together ask the co-pilot what he had said to the woman. He replies, "I just told her that the first class section isn't going to LA."
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You don’t have to do this tag of course. And some of you have mates, so maybe this is just for the single folks, but feel free to offer up what you have.
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What are the things you would like to be doing on a date, or with a mate?
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I’m most interested in
Walks.
Talks.
Day trips to the beaches with the camp trailer.
Overnight camping trips.
Boating.
Some dancing.
Live theatre.
Watching romantic comedies.
Doing a little volunteer work together.
Peace activist.
Holding hands.
Hugging.
Sharing a spiritual journey together.

That last one is the hardest part for me to find in a woman, but a relationship can’t happen with me unless we are doing that together. Our paths may be parallel but they have to be together (one path) for us to complete our journey together. It’s the last chapter of any book that may result from all my writings and struggles. A visual and physical attraction for a woman just isn’t enough for me.
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She won’t be needy and always shopping, and isn’t driven by the need for money, she would have a risque sense of humor, and other interests also, that I might not be involved in, but be okay with and willing to discuss some with her. She would be understanding of my need to get away some and be at one with the cosmos, maybe even overnight. She would understand that my mind is often a universe away and know how to deal with it. She would understand my being at the computer doing research and writing a lot. But she would likely be at her own computer doing her thing also. Things like that. I don’t think she exists, there doesn’t seem to be anymore Helen’s and Laurel Ann’s in this world.
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A good couple need some common interests to share. I’m not letting any more women try relationships with me that don’t share some of my interests with me. We would just hurt each other and I’m tired of that happening. Like the lady that called me the other day, aside from a physical and visual attraction we really don’t have anything in common, she was disappointed but better now than later when there would be so much more pain and confusion. Women that screw up their relationships with me go away crazy, believe me, I don’t allow them to get away with that. But they do grow a tick in the process, or not, if they don’t, they can just stay stuck in their own unhappy and lonely worlds.
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[End of that part, but if you want to keep reading]
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On the other hand, maybe I will write a book about the insane chicks society, I’ve have plenty of experiences with them.
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You know, people spend too much time looking for answers in books. They should spend more time alone, with the cosmos, like I do. Too many books are written by monkeys and they have a lot of monkey crap in them. I often read a book just to analytically tear it apart. :-)… If you are going to read books, read books that teaches you things, many people don’t have many skills. Even if you are never going to build a house, learn carpentry, either with books or taking a class. Learn some physics, get into science, engineering, things like that. People that just read one book after another just keep driving themselves a little more crazy because they are reading the wrong books. At least read a book teaching you a skill even if you are never going to use it. And read lots of humor.
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The way I see the cosmos, and my relationship to it, and it’s relationship with me. Sort of a way of communicating with me you might say, is the things I spot on blogs. I see them as being interwoven in a way, and that is for a purpose. It is how the cosmos works for me. Well, that’s the best way I can explain it anyway. And I spend a lot of time with the cosmos, a lot of books are a waste of time in my mind, like I said, it’s just monkeys yapping.
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So I’m checking blogs that I feel is important for me to check cuz the cosmos has a reason for it and Hammer is talking about hair brained chicks that think they once where Cleopatra or some other famous person from the past. Cruel Virgin is talking about the deaths of prostitutes, and us prostituting ourselves. Kirsten has posted a rather odd story about pearls, but what caught my mind about it was that it had a prediction in it. “It is said . . . That when the world comes to an end .” Nick is saying that we shouldn’t be judging or hurting anyone’s feelings. These posts are all interrelated to me, woven together, like a patchwork quilt. And I’m going to try to make a short summery of them here.
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Look, forget all the old stories and predictions of the past and looking for them to become true. Screw those old prophets because I am your new one. I don’t care if someone predicted the end of mankind, let me give you a new prediction or prophecy. Humankind has the ability to create the future. To rise above it all, to say that we are able to make things right and create our own future. So say that we will overcome the predictions of older prophets. Forget them, they are of their time, I am of the present. Lets get on with the future. Hugs.
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Reincarnation was thought up by monkeys, all the books about it was written by monkeys. It isn’t reincarnation, it is being omnipresent, always here. You are not only what Cleopatra was, you are also the lady and child starving to death under a tree, you are part of the living spirit. You are the soul that is being shot in Iraq, or you are just a monkey because monkeys don’t have higher souls. I am the all (we are the all), that lady and child is me, those getting killed in wars is me, and you expect me to like this? If those things bother you, it is because you are of the all also. Hey, you where also……… Jesus, maybe I don’t explain some of it properly, but it will get all sorted out in time.
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I don’t like to delete comments posted on my blog. You can swear at me and tell me that I’m an idiot, or a motherfucker, I don’t care, I’m bigger than you are, you can’t hurt me with that. I don’t mind if one of my readers jumps in and tells another poster that they are a fucking idiot or bitch or cunt. In fact women especially amuse God, they can say such nasty things to each other. LOL… But I love those that support me. Hugs. Anyway, humankind has to start growing up fast or this beautiful wonderful place, this place where we are in physical form really will go to hell. I’ve said it before, we worry about the future because we are worried about our future, it’s not just about the children and grandchildren, it’s about US !! The living spirit. This is a journey for some of us, while others screw around with their wants, needs, gifts, making themselves happy in foolish ways, and other tom foolery. Not that we don’t do that sometimes, we need to. But it’s a journey, a long long journey.
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Another reason I don’t like to delete comments is because this is all on the web, not just on my computer. It’s a journey, available to the world. There are those watching this blog that will never make a comment here, but I know they are here. They are building their own compilation of some things that will one day help transform the planet into being a more peaceful and loving place. Stick around, it will just keep getting better, this journey.
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But, I will delete the long comments from the Christian nut case monkeys that post all their bible crap, like we would read it anyway. They can share all that monkey shit on their blogs, God isn’t interested in their fucked up sadistic bastard God they dreamed up. In fact, God thinks that little monkey is a real stupid little monkey. Ah, geez, I’ll bet I just insulted a Christian. Hugs. Mark Twain wrote hard hitting things bitching about the same things I do, they just have not been published.
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Vinicio, I just did a quick web search on Astral projection. Hell, I am an Astral Projectionist. And I don’t need anyone telling me how to do it, or meditation. I’ve been doing that for years, and I don’t need so called experts writing monkey crap telling me how to do it. But I like to keep things simple, and call it a retreat, why do people keep making up new words for simple things? You just keep driving the world more crazy. You people read to many of the wrong kind of books. *rolls eyes*
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WASHINGTON (AP) - President Bush, working to recraft his strategy in Iraq, said Tuesday that he plans to increase the size of the U.S. military so it can fight a long-term war against terrorism. ….. God approves of this move. Those Iraqi monkeys (and other monkeys that have went there) need more American monkeys for targets. Maybe they can kill each other off faster that way. Monkey team one; America. Monkey team two Iraqis. The game is war for power and control, what is the current score? Entertain me. He, he, he.
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God doesn’t like Christians, Muslims, Jews. Etc, etc, because they are fruitcakes and cause many problems on this planet. God doesn’t like anything but……. God. Which is a spirituality, not an omnipotent entity or being that created all that is. God is too big for a religion, let alone many of them that you people are never going to stop fighting over. I may like the people themselves, but I don’t like their religions and what they do to them. Hugs.
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But I have questions for you. (And this isn’t just directed at Americans)
How much war protesting did you do this year?
How much money did you send to the World Food Fund?
Why do you keep killing each other?
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Christians killing Christians, Muslims killing Muslims, both killing each other. You people are insane, no question about it. If you would drop your religions and become spiritual only the world would become a lot more safe and sane.
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For those making comments that I must be drunk. Yes, I drink, and here is a news alert for you. Jesus was a drunk, Churchill was a drunk, get over it. More drinkers have made important contributions to the world and the improvement of mankind than the non drinkers, so shove it daffney. Hugs.
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Just spotted in the news. WASHINGTON (AP) - A White House laboring to find a new approach in Iraq said Tuesday it is considering sending more U.S. troops, an option that worries top generals because of its questionable payoff and potential backlash. President Bush said he is ready to boost the overall size of an American military over stretched by its efforts against worldwide terrorism. Blah, blah, and blah. Hey, it’s just a bunch of monkeys fucking around screwing up the world for everyone. Don’t ask me to be patriotic to just one country, that is such an infantile disease, as Einstein said. And it divides peoples and countries. Think about it.
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People that build large sites with fast connections and then put down those with slow connections to the Internet because they think they are special, are just idiot monkeys. I want to reach everyone on the planet, and many of them have slow connections. Besides, they just keep ranting about the same old things, like the preznut, they just sound like broken records after a while. I’ll keep my blog as simple as I can, thank you.
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And the nuts that visit my blog and tell me that I am weird, I go look at their blogs and wonder what in the hell they think they are?
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mariestwocents said...“You care about 30,000 people dieing of starvation? You go help them while you still have the time numbnuts!”……. I do, do you? If you don’t, you are a….. worthless fucking monkey. I’ve donated to charities all my life, and helped others. What are you doing besides spreading your worthless and harmful patriotic propaganda? Worthless, you are worthless. You are not making the world a better place, you are making it a more dangerous place. Read “Einstein on Peace”. Stupid monkey. Oh hell, I did it again, insulted a monkey. Screw it, they are just monkeys. You can try suing me for slander I guess, that is the American way for those that don’t want to grow up.
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She also said, “I'm done with my shopping, so I have all the time in the world now to harass your pathetic ass until you go back and apologise!!! Payback's a bitch isnt it? ……. Hon, don’t you have spell check? I have no reason to apologize to you. Oh, and have a merry fucking happy pagan Christmas. Not that I would have a problem with that if it wasn’t for the fact that so many people starve to death each day. Go support your war you stupid monkey, keep making the world an ugly place. Oh, and expect your taxes to go up. You wouldn’t make a pimple on Helen’s, Laurel Ann’s, or Sewmouse’s, butt. Hugs.
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She also said, “Screw you, you crusty old pathetic fool!”. ….. Well, at least I’m not brainwashed, you young pathetic fool. Hugs. Hey, you want to have sex with God? You would have to be able to look into my eyes some, share your cosmic soul with me though, could you do that? Na, only goddess can do that and it isn’t you. Hugs to the little monkey though. But on behalf of all the men on this planet I want to thank you for spending so much time at your computer, and away from them. Just because our ancestors screwed up your brains it isn’t any reason to keep taking it out on them. Hugs.
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Why do people fuss over the deaths of mountain climbers and such? They made the decision to do something dangerous. So if they got in trouble whose fault is it? I can't feel very sorry for people like that, it’s just monkeys fucking around. I'm more worried about wars and starvation and such. Hugs.
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Fucking Blog Spot, they are not making word verification easier, but more difficult, what are those idiots trying to prove? That they like to fuck with us?
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Paul F. … Never have said I wasn’t a monkey. I’m in a monkeys body, using a monkeys brain, at least the best I can, that has nothing to do with my higher mind and spirit though. And why do some people expect God to never be cranky? Hugs.
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Kirsten…. I leave the quarreling here for a reason, it’s an important part of the documentation of our journey. Why don’t you do some bitching and fussing also, actually, you have, you just try to be mild about it. If you think someone on my blog is an idiot, feel free to tell them so, it can be fun. They need to think about that. I hope that you stick around, but if you don’t, that is your choice. A blog changes in time, takes different paths, transforms, you need to stick around to follow and understand it. I haven’t decided how yet, but things will be changing some after the first of the year. Meanwhile you can do your part and put some sweetness in it to balance out Gods crankiness. That’s what a Goddess is supposed to do. Hugs.
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Dear diary: Laurel Ann is comfy again, I fixed the car, and the truck. And the wind damage is taken care of. She gave me a twenty-five dollar tip and a hug.
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Rick sent his commercial sewing machine to Spokane for cleaning, repairs, and adjustments. It looks really nice. I didn’t know that they boiled them in olive oil to clean them. But it still sews like crap, UPS damaged it in shipment by being to rough with it. Poor guy, two weeks behind on his work now.
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It’s dollar day at the laundromat, the one man crew of Polly’s Honky Tonk Saloon and Whorehouse has to do the laundry and take care of some other chores today.
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This blog is more for the people that will be reading it in the future than it is for you. You people are not evolved enough to understand much of what I say. A suggestion, if you get tired of doing your blogs, but feel that there is some interesting things in them, don’t delete them, leave them there for the future. As for the member only blogs, it doesn’t matter if they can’t be accessed in the future because there isn’t nothing but a bunch of monkeys messing around in them anyway. Sorry about the long post folks. God just never shuts the fuck up. Hugs…. BBC

Protest Peace ??

I was setting up a computer and scanner the other day to give to a young couple and scanned this picture that is fading away. It’s of myself, wife and children, taken in the early seventies.
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I mentioned a while back that I’m going to be on a sort of a retreat for a few days, to spend more time with the cosmos in peace and quite. I’m getting a hotel room here with a nice view, and while I will be over here every morning to fix Helen’s breakfast, and checking the web and a few blogs, I may not be making anymore posts after this one for the rest of the week. We’ll see, it’s hard for me to shut up. I will do a post on the pagan Christian holiday they call Christmas.
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You little monkeys need to stop whining because you think I’m picking on you some, the more evolved humans on this planet happen to agree with me. Birds of a feather flock together. Translation; Your opinion isn’t valid unless it agrees somewhat with mine.
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The third Vice President of the local chapter of the Insane Chicks Society called me Sunday and wanted to know if I wanted to go “hang out.” Hell no I don’t want to go hang out, if I want to watch Friends I will get cable and watch it on TV. Well adjusted women (I don’t know any though) are interested in dating, not hanging out. I read that in a Curves magazine, but maybe women don’t read Curves. Based on my experiences in recent years I agree, women that want to just hang out are fruitcakes and I’m not doing anything with them.
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She is attractive and has a nice body but that is not a valid reason for hanging out with her. She isn’t interested in doing the things I would want to be doing with a woman so there is no point in it. I have tools and a boat, and a camp trailer, they can be my wife’s, they don’t give me any crap. I will find happiness in them rather than let women screw with my mind. Happiness is not having a modern screwed up woman to deal with.
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What do wars and football games have in common? They are both games played by monkeys. The numbers of dead American and Iraq people are just scores, like in a football game. These monkeys are very entertaining sometimes, were it not for the fact that they are so destructive and screwing up our lives.
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Protest Peace?… Yup, maybe we should look at this differently and support wars. These monkeys are not going to stop fighting so lets support them in all the ways we can???? Lets help them kill themselves off faster, we’ll shoot the last one standing. What do you think???
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WASHINGTON (AP) - On his first day as defense secretary, Robert Gates warned Monday that failure in Iraq would be a "calamity" that would haunt the United States for years….. Not me it won’t, we had no business going to that monkey colony in the first place. They were selling us their oil, let them work their own fucking problems out. As for them making a few nukes, so what?
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This planet and life is a miracle. But we are not a miracle of any God, unless that God is a fucking idiot. We are a fluke of the cosmos and we are idiots in evolution.
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It’s interesting that the only thing that seems to save a lot of people is their crutch of religion of some kind. Because they are too frigging weak (or brainwashed) to stand on their own two feet and take life the way it comes at them. Those monkeys, they can be so amusing at times. He, he, he. Look you Christian monkeys, my wife was a screwed up Christian monkey and she tried to take me in that direction. They even got me to be on the board trusties at her church. Let me tell you, that didn’t last long after I got a look at how they operated. The frigging Christians at the top are really frigging sick, and they keep putting a sickness in their followers. My pulpit hasn’t got a collection plate and it never will have. Give to those in need, and not to make ministers well off while brainwashing others.
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Dear diary:… I made a chimney for the Franklin fireplace John gave me and built a fire in it on Sunday. And just sat there in my loveseat being at one with the cosmos, communicating with it. I have been turning down any calls for work but I went yesterday and did some things for Laurel Ann, she is such a sweetheart that I don’t like to turn down her requests for help. I’m going back there today also.
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Deteriorata
By Tony Hendra - 1972

Go placidly amid the noise & waste, & remember what comfort there may be in owning a piece thereof. Avoid quiet & passive persons unless you are in need of sleep. Rotate your tires. Speak glowingly of those greater than yourself and heed well their advice even though they be turkeys; know what to kiss and when. Consider that two wrongs never make a right but that three do. Wherever possible, put people on hold. Be comforted that in the face of all aridity & disillusionment and despite the changing fortunes of time, there will always be a big future in computer maintenance. Remember the Pueblo. Strive at all times to bend, fold, spindle, & mutilate. Know yourself; if you need help, call the FBI. Exercise caution in your daily affairs, especially with those persons closest to you. That lemon on your left, for instance. Be assured that a walk through the ocean of most souls would scarcely get your feet wet. Fall not in love therefore; it will stick to your face. Gracefully surrender the things of youth, birds, clean air, tuna, Taiwan; and let not the sands of time get in your lunch. Hire people with hooks. For a good time, call 606-4311; ask for Ken. Take heart amid the deepening gloom that your dog is finally getting enough cheese; and reflect that whatever misfortune may be your lot, it could only be worse in Milwaukee. You are a fluke of the universe; you have no right to be here, and whether you can hear it or not, the universe is laughing behind your back. Therefore make peace with your God whatever you conceive Him to be: Hairy Thunderer or Cosmic Muffin. With all its hopes, dreams, promises & urban renewal, the world continues to deteriorate. Give up.

One day

I am the savior, but not necessarily yours. BBC

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FRIDAY, Dec. 15 (HealthDay News) -- As a child's IQ rises, his taste for meat in adulthood declines, a new study suggests…. I don’t trust all research but I tend to agree with that somewhat, only I think it just has something to do with aging more than with IQ. I still like a little chicken and turkey and fish. Beef I can mostly do without, it tastes a lot like monkey anyway.
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SEATTLE - Residents of the Pacific Northwest struggled to stay warm Saturday after the worst windstorm in more than a decade knocked out power to more than 1.5 million homes and businesses and killed at least six people….. No problem for me, I filled the fuel tank on the truck, the gas can for the generator, and I stock plenty of food and well over a hundred gallons of water. You just never know what nature is going to throw at you. Those that are not prepared are just fools, or monkeys.
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I haven’t been checking many blogs, just those most important to me, a few others hit and miss if I have the time. I’m just too busy right now to check a lot of them.
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A boy is about to go on his first date, and is nervous about what to talk about. He asks his father for advice. The father replies: "My son, there are three subjects that always work. These are food, family, and philosophy." The boy picks up his date and they go to a soda fountain. Ice cream sodas in front of them, they stare at each other for a long time, as the boy's nervousness builds, he remembers his father's advice, and chooses the first topic. He asks the girl: "Do you like potato pancakes?" She says "No," and the silence returns. After a few more uncomfortable minutes, the boy thinks of his father's suggestion and turns to the second item on the list. He asks, "Do you have a brother?" Again, the girl says "No" and there is silence once again. The boy then plays his last card and asks: "If you did have a brother, do you think he would like potato pancakes?"
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Two friends had agreed to meet at a resort for a weekend of fishing. The first arrived on Friday evening, as scheduled, but his fishing buddy never showed up. Finally about lunch-time the next day, the tardy fisherman arrived beaten and bandaged. When asked what the hell had happened, the wounded man
replied, "The last thing I remember is stopping at the highway rest stop and spotting a parked car with what appeared to be people in the back seat, so I stuck my head through the window and asked, 'Hey, just how far is The Olde Log Inn?'"
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Q: Why did Viagra come out with a nasal spray? A: For dickheads
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A guy's on the electric chair. The warden's just about to pull the switch when the guy gets the hiccups.The warden says, "Do you have any last requests?" The guy says, "(hic) Yeah... (hic) could you please do (hic) could you please do something to scare me?"
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My wife thinks I'm too nosy. At least that's what she keeps scribbling in her diary. -Drake Sather
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A father and son went fishing one day. After a couple hours in the boat, the boy suddenly became curious about the world around him. He asked his father, "How does this boat float?" The father thought for a moment, then replied, "Don't rightly know, son." The boy returned to his contemplation, then turned back to his father, "How do fish breathe underwater?" Once again the father replied, "Don't rightly know, son."
A little later the boy asked his father, "Why is the sky blue?" Again, the father replied. "Don't rightly know, son." Worried he was going to annoy his father, he says, "Dad, do you mind my asking you all of these questions?" "Of course not, son. If you don't ask questions, you'll never learn anything!"
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A good way to use the fuck word. “I fucking love you.” [This is the end of the humor, but some of you will still find the rest of this interesting. And there is a little humor in it, depending on what you are able to laugh at, which should be just about anything being as this is such a stupid planet.]
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A comment spotted on a blog. “Sex, is what brings people together. Love is what keeps them together long after the sex has lost it's magic.”….. In my mind I think that is a very limited explanation. When love is mentioned I think of it in a higher plain, in a bigger picture. Not just between couples that are mates. I think of the love that should be there for mankind, and nature, and things like that. Not that some couples don’t start out that way, a sexual attraction to each other, and I have no problem with that. But I don’t want to deal with those kind of unions anymore. I want to know her some first, I want her to love me, at some damn level first. I have to have her spirit loving me even if her human mind is somewhat confused about it. And sex and love done properly means the magic never goes away. I know couples in their eighties that get it on all the time.
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Love is often ruined by peoples wants, needs and greed’s. And always going after them and working hard for them and getting lost in all that. The most loving couples I know don’t have all that much besides each other. I watched a movie the other day, ‘Spencers Mountain’ with Henry Fonda and Maureen O'Hara staring. The most loving couples I know have few wants and needs. They may not even have a lot, but they have each other. Ah, Maureen O’Hara, I always wanted her. :-)
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You fucking monkeys killing each other with your automobiles. Don’t waste good meat, eat the road kill. You monkeys should carry some firewood and a frying pan in your trunks. Then you can cook and eat your road kill on the spot. Oh, and a MONKEY CHOW sign so other passing monkey drivers can stop and enjoy the bounty. No point in burying good meat, what a waste.
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Democracy: Where the monkeys all bicker with each other while trying to self rule themselves in complicated ways instead of simple way.
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Get out of my parade you fucking monkeys. Shoo, get out of the way, I’m going forward, I know where I’m going, go back to your own parade, don’t be raining on mine. Stay in your histories, mucking around in the monkey shit. Screw history, I’m only interested in tomorrow, the future. Our proper evolution.
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Want proof that America is crazy? Just check out the number of shrinks they have. Not that I have ever met a sane shrink, I’ve posted about that before though.
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Places of executions need good kitchens, and good monkey meat recipes. Umm, monkey shish kebab, yum, yum. A monkey a day keeps the hunger pains away.
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Today’s motto, no meat left behind, no meat wasted. Hey, it’s just monkey meat.
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I’m guessing that there is a secret American government operation going on where they are supplying the insurgents with arms so they can keep Iraq in turmoil. What sick reasons they would have for doing that I don’t know. Never can tell what is going on in a monkeys mind. But I know that our government loves secrets. Transparency? Har, har, har. It’s no wonder the world hates us. Hell, I hate us.
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Member only blogs are just monkeys fucking around, talking about their clothes, shoes, travels, things like that, believe me, you are not missing anything by not being invited. I’m here to talk to the whole world.
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Hippie John was given a new (used) wood stove, and brought me his old Franklin fireplace. I’m putting it in front of the shelter I have my love seat in out in the yard.
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While I was out doing errands yesterday I stopped at the lumber store for three sheets of OSB to improve the roof over a camper and the clerk, Bill, that knows my first and last names and that I have an account there waited on me. I decided to grab a hand full of deck screws and told him to add them, he said it was taken care of. When I looked at the invoice later I saw that they wasn’t on it. This town is bigger than I would like it to be, but still small enough to have little acts of kindness like that happen to you.
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Everyone of course has their own thoughts about how to use and control blogger comments. I choose to not use word verification any more but instead went to no anonymous comments. Since then I’ve gotten only one spam comment. As for getting a virus through blogger, I don’t know about that, maybe one of my readers can answer it. I do know this, I don’t get paranoid about them. In my years ten years and countless hours of being on the Internet I’ve only gotten one. And it came in an email from someone I knew here in town. If you get a virus you just deal with it. Ah, use comment moderation to keep the monkeys away? Ah, hell, I love to have the monkeys visit. God likes to fuck wit the monkeys. The minister and the whacked out Lutheran chick were a lot of fun.
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You know what? We don’t exist, not in any real sense anyway. Many of you that are trying to change the world, with your political and news opinion sites, or what ever, are not getting that many hits. On a good day I might get around a hundred, but about ten of them are mine. The goof off blogs might get a lot of hits, but they’re just goofing off. Not that it is a bad thing, but it’s just some monkeys screwing around, just saying is all. So, almost seven billion people on the planet and we are getting read less than a hundred times a day. Yup, for all intents and purposes, we don’t exist. But that won’t stop me from doing this.
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NEW YORK, Dec 14 (Reuters Life!) - Miss USA 2006 is in danger of losing her crown due to bad behavior, organizers of the annual beauty pageant said on Thursday. Property magnate and TV "reality" series star Donald Trump, who owns the Miss USA and Miss Universe contests, will decide next week whether or not Tara Conner would keep the title, they said….. Yeah, yeah, who cares if she was having a little fun, and she is such a cute little monkey, I would eat her *wink*. And when in the hell did Donald Trump become a fucking saint?
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George, a friend in Sequim, apparently with a complex mind like mine so he is okay with me and understands me pretty well, reads my blog. He sent me an email about the fuck stuff I posted, saying that he liked my rant. Hey, when did the truth become a rant? WTF??? And here is something interesting he said after I told him that minds are changing, “Lots of people aren't aware that minds have changed -- that humanity has evolved and is continuing to do so -- and some would vehemently insist that it isn't so, as if that would somehow validate Darwin's theories, which terrify them.…. Yup, and they really don’t want to see that mankind is God in evolution. Monkeys don’t believe in evolution, they believe in their silly mystical Gods.
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BTW George, the other George called me the other day, he has just been really busy, hasn’t even gotten back too the house project we where working on, so that is why I haven’t heard from him for a while. Maybe the three of us can get together after things settle down, three minds like ours together should be very interesting.
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Hey, you fucking Blog Spot monkey programmers, fix your fucking word verification problems. You only need three words or numbers you idiots.
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Kirsten….. I know why you write about some of the subjects you write about. :-)… Hey hon, what is a good Egypian news site? I like to get news from other countrys perspectives also.
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Remember these words if you can. At some point in time you have to stop reading books and start thinking for yourself. – Albert Einstein. [Get your own damn brain and get out of the boxes of others, books are just boxes.]
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Supergirlest said...why are you so mean and cruel? …. It just depends on how you see it. I’m trying to get the world to grow up. I don’t expect everyone to like that, but it doesn’t make me mean and cruel.
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Love, Peace, and Hugs. BBC

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I caught them. I’ve been doing a print screen when I think of it before sending a comment. This sure looks correct to me, but it failed. Remember, click on it to see it better. BBC

12/16/2006

My cat thinks that you fucking monkeys are a pain in the ass also. Get off of our fucking planet you fucking monkeys.
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Teacher: "What is actually used as a conductor of electricity?
Johnny: "Why...er?"
Teacher: "Wire is right. Very good. Now tell me, what is the unit of electrical power?"
Johnny: "The what?"
Teacher: "That's absolutely correct, the watt. Now class, you should all study diligently, like Johnny here."
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Waiter: "Tea or coffee, gentlemen?"
1st customer: "I'll have tea."
2nd customer: "Me, too. And be sure the glass is clean!"
(Waiter exits, returns)
Waiter: "Two teas. Which one asked for the clean glass?"
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"If I had no sense of humor, I would long ago have committed suicide." -Mahatma Gandhi
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Stolen from an old issue of Bizarre News:
Pretoria, South Africa The psychology profession was rocked after renowned marriage counselor, Dr. Cedric Wayne crossed over the edge while treating a bickering couple. The husband, fed up with his wife’s unrelenting verbal assault began slapping her. Dr. Wayne, instead of intervening to stop the assault
leapt out of his chair and charged across the room and proceeded to beat the stunned wife as well."She’s
the most annoying woman I’ve ever been around. No husband should be subjected to nagging like that... that woman’s mouth was driving me crazy," said Dr. Wayne. (Yup, I know women like that)
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The most interesting and colorful word in language today is the word "fuck". It is the magical word which, just by its sound can describe pain, pleasure, love, and hate. In language , "fuck" falls into many Grammatical categories. It can be used as a verb both transitive (John fucked Mary)
and intransitive (Mary was Fucked by John). It can be an action verb (John really gives a fuck), a passive
verb (Mary really doesn't give a fuck), and adverb (Mary is fucking interested in John), or as a noun (Mary is a terrific fuck).
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It can also be used as an interjection (Fuck! I'm late for my date with Mary). It can even be used as a conjunction (Mary is easy, fuck she's also stupid). As you can see there are very few words with the overall versatility of the word fuck. Aside from its sexual connotations, this word can be used to describe many situations:

1. Greetings........."How the fuck are ya?"
2. Fraud..............."I got fucked by the car dealer."
3. Resignation......."Oh, fuck it!"
4. Trouble............."I guess I'm fucked now."
5. Agression........."FUCK YOU!"
6. Disgust................"Fuck me."
7. Confusion............." What the fuck....?"
8. Displeasure............"Fucking shit man..."
9. Lost........................"where the fuck are we?"
10.Disbelief.............."UNFUCKINGBELIEVABLE!!"
11.Retaliation............."Up your fucking ass!"
12.Apathy................."Who really gives a fuck?"
13.Suspicion............."Who the fuck are you?"
14.Directions.............."Fuck off."
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It can be maternal..."MOTHERFUCKER!"
It can be used to tell time..." It's four fucking twenty!"
It can be used as an anatomical description..."He's a fucking asshole."
Lastly, it has been used by many notable people throughout history:
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"What the fuck was that?"...Mayor of Hiroshima
"That’s not a real fucking gun."...John Lennon
"Where the fuck is all this water coming from?"...Captain of the Titanic
"Who the fuck is gonna find out?"...Richard Nixon
"Heads are gonna fucking roll."...Anne Boleyn
"Any fucking idiot could answer that."...Albert Einstein
"It does so fucking look like her!"...Picasso
"You want what on the fucking ceiling?"...Michaelangelo
"Fuck a duck."...Walt Disney
"Houston we Have a big fucking problem."..The crew of Apollo 13
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[End of the humor, you may stop reading now]
Hammer…. I didn’t write the ‘sermon’ about Unitarians, it was something I found in an old email.
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Kirsten, has it ever occurred to you that you are here to help fix this planet so that you don’t have to put up with this crap in the future? If you are a part of the living spirit you will be here whether you want to be or not. Well, maybe you are just a monkey also.
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Christmas isn’t my fucking birthday you fucking idiots. Unless you where born on that day, then it is. Christmas isn’t my only birthday you fucking idiots. Each day is my birthday, each death is my death. Well, I’m past caring if the monkeys are killing themselves, in fact I wish they would step it up and get each other all killed. Yup, you Christian monkeys, get busy killing those Muslim monkeys. And you Muslim monkeys get busy killing those Christian monkeys. When you are all gone maybe we can have some peace here.
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I’m a bigot I guess, I’m tired of the monkeys on this planet screwing everything up. Get out of my way you little idiots, I’m trying to change the world here.
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These fucking monkeys that are killing each other, you are wasting a lot of meat, why are you not eating each other? And don’t tell me that is cannibalism and sick. It isn’t sick to kill each other? You are just fucking monkeys, just monkey meat. The world is full of starving people. Don’t waste good meat, eat your kills. Stupid fucking monkeys, sometimes I just have to laugh my ass off at your antics. He, he, he. Stupid fucking monkeys. It would give me great joy to see George Bush served up as a main course.
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I really don’t get bloggers that make their blogs private. Umm, yes I do, it’s just monkeys fucking around and communicating with each other and not the rest of the world. They may as well just stick to emails
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People that are afraid to revile much about themselves crack me up. Talk about being paranoid. The whole world knows who I am, and I stand a better chance of being killed in a car than I do of having some nut Christian or Muslim monkey take me out with a gun, hell in past posts I have invited them to. Who would want to steal my identity? A stupid fucking monkey? Get rid of the fucking monkeys, come down hard on them instead of just slapping their wrists.
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Scott Adams shows the world who he is also, and you little wussy pussy nobodies are hiding? What a bunch of pussy’s.
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People that use comment moderation, what are you afraid of? An insult? Oh, hell, I just remembered, monkeys don’t like insults. Never mind.
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The quickest way to receive love is to give love; the fastest way to lose love is too hold it too tightly; In addition, the best way to keep love is to give it wings. It’s all wasted on the monkeys though.
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Don’t waste good meat, eat a monkey today. BBC

12/15/2006

People are asking for recent pictures of others. How about this self picture of me taken last night? Cameras don’t favor us that close and I have been down a lot of roads as many of you know, and not all of them where paved. Five foot nine inches & 165 pounds of fighting fury & there isn’t a muscle on me. LOL You younger readers, just remember, you will be old one day also. Or dead before you get to that point.
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I was going though old emails (I save 4000 to 5000 of them a year and there is a book or two in them) and here is a humorous poke at and about Unitarians. As I attended a Unitarian Fellowship for over a year I got a kick out of it because they are as confused as everyone else about just what God is. Us in evolution and still a nine year old in cosmic time. Looking at time and space properly, the whole cosmos is only nine years old in evolutionary terms.
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"Greetings to the Imprisoned Citizens of the United States. We are Unitarian Jihad. There is only one God, unless there is more than one God. The vote of our God subcommittee is 10-8 in favor of one God, with two abstentions. Brother Flaming Sword of Moderation noted the possibility of there being no God at all. His objection was noted, with love, by the secretary.
"Greetings to the Imprisoned Citizens of the United States! Too long has your attention been waylaid by the bright baubles of extremist thought. Too long have fundamentalist yahoos of all religions (except Buddhism – 14-5 vote, no abstentions, fundamentalism subcommittee) made your head hurt. Too long have you been buffeted by angry people who think that God talks to them. You have a right to your moderation! You have the power to be calm! We will use the IED of truth to explode the SUV of dogmatic expression!
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"People of the United States, why is everyone yelling at you??? Whatever happened to ... you know, everything? Why is the news dominated by nut-balls saying that the Ten Commandments have to be tattooed inside the eyelids of every American, or that Allah has told them to kill Americans in order to rid the world of Satan, or that Yahweh has instructed them to go live wherever they feel like, or that Shiva thinks bombing mosques is a great idea? Sister Immaculate Dagger of Peace notes for the record that we mean no disrespect to Jews, Muslims, Christians or Hindus. (Referred back to the committee of the whole for further discussion.)
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"We are Unitarian Jihad. We are everywhere. We have not been born again, nor have we sworn a blood oath. We do not think that God cares what we read, what we eat or whom we sleep with. Brother Neutron Bomb of Serenity notes for the record that he does not have a moral code but is nevertheless a good person, and Un-exalted Leader Garrote of Forgiveness stipulates that Brother Neutron Bomb of Serenity is a good person, and this is to be reflected in the minutes.
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"Beware! Unless you people shut up and begin acting like grown-ups with brains enough to understand the difference between political belief and personal faith, the Unitarian Jihad will begin a series of terrorist-like actions. We will take over television studios, kidnap so-called commentators and broadcast calm, well-reasoned discussions of the issues of the day. We will not try for "balance" by hiring fruitcakes; we will try for balance by hiring non-ideologues who have carefully thought through the issues.
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"We are Unitarian Jihad. We will appear in public places and require all people to shake hands with each other. (Sister Hand Grenade of Love suggested that we institute a terror regime of mandatory hugging, but her motion was not formally introduced because of lack of a quorum.) We will require all lobbyists, spokesmen and campaign managers to dress like trout in public. Televangelists will be forced to take jobs as Xerox repair specialists. Demagogues of all stripes will be required to read Proust, out loud, in prisons.
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"We are Unitarian Jihad, and our motto is: "Sincerity is not enough." We have heard from enough sincere people to last a lifetime already. Just because you believe it's true doesn't make it true. Just because your motives are pure doesn't mean you are not doing harm. Get a dog, or comfort someone in a nursing home, or just feed the birds in the park. Play basketball. Lighten up. The world is not out to get you, except in the sense that the world is out to get everyone.
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"Brother Gatling Gun of Patience notes that he's pretty sure the world is out to get him because everyone laughs when he says he is a Unitarian. There were murmurs of assent around the room, and someone suggested that we buy some members of Congress and really stick it to the Baptists. But this was deemed against to be Revolutionary Principles, and Brother Gatling Gun of Patience was remanded to the Sunday Flowers and Banners committee.
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"People of the United States! We are Unitarian Jihad! We will strike without warning. Pockets of reasonableness and harmony will appear as if from nowhere! Nice people will run the government again! There will be coffee and cookies in the Gandhi Room after the revolution."
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A woman sat on a plane heading for New York, when the pilot announces that because of difficulties with the plane's engines, he must make an emergency landing. The woman, fearing that this may be the end of her life looks over to a man sitting next to her and rips her shirt and bra off, and throws herself on him. "Make me feel like a woman again!" she screamed. So the man rips his shirt off and hands it to her. "Here, iron this."
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Hammer, I’ve slept on air mattresses for about fifteen years now. If you want a real heavy duty one buy a waterbed bladder and fill it with air. I know that a lot of people don’t know what to make of me, but they don’t know what to make of themselves either.
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And Hill Country Girl, what in the hell is with her? She has spent many hours trying to twist things around trying to make me look bad. She even changed the text of some things said. This is one sick woman people. If you are thinking of sending her a picture of you for her calendar maybe you should think twice about it. If she gets ticked at you in the future you she may use it against you. I’m surprised she didn’t screw with the picture I sent her of me with no shirt on for it. She even competes against her husband. Get a life woman, try to be a team. Never mind, she is just a monkey fucking around, I damn sure wouldn’t spend that many hours trying to knock someone down. Anyone with that much hate in them doesn’t deserve my time. I sure am glad I have a neighbor like Helen that isn’t like her. Don’t take me wrong, I hate a lot of things about this planet also, but to direct it all at one person that she doesn’t even know personally? I don’t get it.
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Very busy, gotta go. Peace and hugs. BBC

12/14/2006

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