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She’s at it again!

Anyone who reads this junk I throw on here already knows the magnificent, undeniable, stupidity of a certain dirty hippy idiot who shares a town with me.

Over the last couple of weeks I have been asked when I was going to respond to her Yogi post.  I will not.  I understand that laws must be followed, and I understand that she felt she had to put a stop to the glaring horrible atrocities that were befalling our township.  I understand that she believed that she had to put a stop to them.  (Interesting side-note, juvenile vandals destroyed property on possibly the same time they should have been illegally watching a family movie, had the Hippy harlot not saved us all from that horrible fate!)

No, I am not writing about (to quote myself) how “she felt she had to put a stop to the glaring horrible atrocities that were befalling our township,” but horrible atrocities IS the reason for this post.

By now we all know about the fate of Bin Laden, if you don’t- please remove yourself from the rock you are under.  We also know about what terrible atrocities that happened on September 11th, 2001.  We also know about the terrible atrocities that happened inside of Nazi Germany– well, most of us know…

Apparently the “love everyone” hate-filled hippy does not understand what an atrocity is.  She believes not being able to have thirty-eight 1000` tall windmills on her postage stamp property is an atrocity.  She believes that people believing they should be able to keep some of what they worked hard for is an atrocity.  She believes that all people being able to express themselves at a town meeting while still getting home before 3am is an atrocity. She believes that kids getting together and watching a movie on public property is an atrocity.

Other beliefs of hers?  Well she believes the systematic slaughter of millions of people and the horrific murders and terrorist actions that kills more people in one second then global warming has killed ticklish penguins (see the YouTube video) in the history of the world— well— to quote her, she thinks that the tragedies that befell our nation on 9-11 as well as scores of other Bin Laden led terroristic actions, as well as Hitler’s killing of the Jews and others as being a, “difference of opinion.”         (<——no crap, read it <—–)

After all of the rancid turds that have dribbled off her virtual chin while spewing her hatefilled, logic-and-truthless crap, I never believed I could be horrified by her callous ignorance.  She actually believes that Osama and the entire civilized people in the world just had a “difference of opinion” and we should have left him alone to continue.

May I speak for the nation when I say that if this wretched filthy hippy ever moved to a sharia-law controlled area we should all rejoice – before our whole community becomes another casualty of her “difference of opinion.”

May I speak for myself when I say: You disgust me.  You are the most vile fetid excuse for a human that I ever had the displeasure of having to share oxygen with.  Leave Frelinghuysenfolly, you are not needed in ANY utopia.

The only supposition one is left with after reading your bloggy Mein Kampf, is that your utopia doesn’t include anyone unlike yourself… wait… it doesn’t, does it? I mean, you have systematically removed everyone not like yourself from your utopia while suppressing free speech… wow, who else did that?  Hmmm…

Sunday bloody Sunday

Normally, Sunday is a wonderful day for me.  A relaxing day, a day to leave behind the stresses and stupidity of the petulant prior week and its chores.

Just not this Sunday.  To quote the great early 90’s philosopher hair band, Poison, “I went to bed too late and got up too soon.”  When I arose from bed and placed my feet on the floor, I could not seem to find my shoes.  I later found that my dog had slept next to me and must have pushed them from their rightful place and under the bed.

Fine.  Not a great start, but at least I was not hung-over and I knew where I was, and I knew who was next to me, so it was better than Freshman year.

I wearily search, eyes still half-shut – vision blurred and strained, for my coffee cup.  One of my favorite cups, my Rocky & Bullwinkle cup.  No luck.  I settle for my “I got up for this?” latte mug.  I place the sugar in the bottom of my mug, slightly smiling, watching and listening to the sugar slowly pour from my Diner-esque shaker, filling the bottom of the tall latte mug.  Then I hastily fling open the refrigerator door, desperately searching for the light cream.  (I always put the sugar and cream in first, I learned that trick early in life when I purchased my coffee from gas stations without stirrers or spoons.) DAMN!  Where is the cream?  Suddenly my morning mind melds with my evening enigma of what I would do this morning after using the rest of the cream last night.  I know the answer.  Today my coffee will be black and sweet like Night Rider.

Fine.  Not a great start, but at least coffee was already made and the kids were still happy, yet to fight or whine, so it was better than last Monday.

I try to watch the news, but to no avail.  I am hastily reminded that my new fridge is coming today.  Doesn’t seem to horrible right? Wrong.

The doorways leading to my kitchen are too small to fit the fridge, but I know that already.  What I didn’t remember was that to get it in, I would have to bring it in through the back.  Over the snow and ice-covered lawn, over the snow and ice-covered porch and into my house.  Now, I realize that relaxation is not happening this morning- it’s time to scrape and shovel.

Fine, not a great start and I’ll have to do some more chores, but that’s ok because I know I should have taken care of it earlier, you know, before it was 7 inches of ice.  My bad.

Now the fun part:  Remember the psycho blogger from tree-hugging hell?  Yeah, she’s back.  I’m already I little upset, but this wacko wondermutt has really pissed me off now.

She makes these wild accusations about me and my friends, she insults everyone, lies about everyone and then refuses to let them defend themselves.  I had had enough of her stupid fascist crap.

In a second I know what I will do.

She had control of her blog, and she uses that control to stop people from having the opportunity to refute her obnoxious accusations and lies, so the solution is simple– take it off of her blog and out of her control.

Then I started to smile- out of her control, out of control, chaos.  Yeah, chaos.  Hail Eris and thanks for the inspiration.

I will take her own writings, refute them with logic and post them- not just on a blog or some random website- post them in the community.  In the local papers (they are dying for something to fill the white space), on the community bulletin boards outside of the grocery stores, the municipal building, the parks- place it in ad form in the school’s newsletter, the booster club’s programs- bring it to the local cable access (of which the blabber-mouth blogger participates,) to the local radio stations (they are both dying for something to fill the air time.)  In short, a total old-school broadcasting blitz.  I might even break-out the old telephony machine… (anyone remember those?)

Finally, I’m feeling better- then I get a chance to laugh!  This ravenous writer says she’ll sue me if I quote what she has written in a public blog to the public.  Now, granted I didn’t do much in college, but after four years of media law I know you can’t sue someone for quoting your publicly written words in public.  She then goes off on a tangent about how I can’t use her real name– she might have a point except– she told everyone, publicly, to read the publicly published minutes from the town meeting in October to read about her explaining her troubles with a wood chipper.  The minutes are on the web, go ahead look it up… I’ll wait… there!  See that?  Yeah, right where she tells us to look it says, (HER REAL NAME) had several problems including a wood chipper in the audience portion of a public meeting in which she knows she is being taped and the minutes are made public.  She, in effect, told us her name by telling us exactly where to find it and under what pretense it would be used.  That’s like saying a certain mayor of this township whose name is that of a male turkey in a blog entitled the name of the town.  I mean, it could only be one person- silly right? Oh, wait.. she actually did that.

In keeping with early 90’s music quotes, I’ll go with Onyx‘s “Slam”, “but wa-wa-wait it gets worse…”

She then writes that she will not back down or stop posting her inflammatory defamatory statements because I can not silence her and she is not afraid of me – shortly followed by “want it now to be uttered that I am scared for my safety and for the safety of my family.”

Of course, she might not remember as far back as a couple of sentences ago, I mean studies have shown that drug use can cause short-term memory loss.

Oh well, if you, the world have anything you could say to help me wade through the mess, or even make the mess bigger, please let me know.

This Sunday sucks.

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I implore you world of rules and chaos, let me start this off right, give me the strength to remember what I wish to express… I love religion.  I love religious people.  I am at most a Discordian and at the least, I am atheist.

Let me attempt to explain this enigma.

To me, nothing is greater is this world then hearing a true Christian (simply because it is the religion I am most familiar with) speak and act in a way that exemplifies all of the wondrous things religion would like us to do.  To see someone act in a way towards others that could be referred to as being the mark of a good religious and moralistic  person.  It brings me tremendous hope and unfathomable joy to see that it can happen, that these people do exist, if only for that split second on the sidewalk.  It gives me hope that I may be wrong…

Normally, I am proven right again in less then a minute, but for that short period of time I know there is an ethereal paradise and I just got a glimmer of it.

As I have stated, I am not a religious person- but do these moments make me a spiritual one?  Do these glimpses of the divine give me headway into the rooms of God?  How is it that a standard hot-dog, complete with bun, eaten on Good Friday, could screw with every major religion whilst calamities prove existence?

Sorry, that last question doesn’t belong there.

Enough of the nonsense, incense and peppermints– I have been feeling aloof again.  I know- so quick to fall.  I blame it mostly on pure exhaustion.  I am a larger guy and did not get my portly pot-belly swallowing air, but for the first time I am having trouble finishing the portions provided.  Maybe my condition is a combination of exhaustion, excitement, and coldness.  This wild winter weather has been bitter.

Sorry, that last paragraph doesn’t belong there.

Assuming I am right (which I have to because I find it impossible to function otherwise,) there is no God, but possibly a goddess of chaos.  I assume this because if all I have learned about religion is right, then the only being who could be in control of this abysmal abomination we collectively call society, is a being who intrinsically lacks control.

It is possible that my mind won’t let me follow something it does not believe can exists in this world?  But if that is true, then I could never account for my absolute love of time and fascination with clocks, watches, sun-dials, calenders, ect. for time does not and cannot exist- it is something we, as a group, invented to bring about order from mother chaos.  Does that the same work as an explanation for religion? For government?  For Reader’s Digest?

Sorry, that last writer doesn’t belong here.

Ok, I have written a little about the blogger who’s inanity shocked me awake.

While looking back on what I have shared with you, the world, I notice a glaring absence.   I have decided, partly out of boredom I admit, to repost some of this person’s thoughts (or lack thereof).  I am confident that you will see that, although barbed at times, my main arguments have been based in logic and off of the writer’s words.

Here is a drastically abbreviated  look, starting with my original comment to a post in which she attacks me for pointing out obvious lies in a previous post and slandering me:

This piece is wonderfully written, but yet it lacks substance and reasoning.

  1. To start: Since your Dear Scott post, I have made no assumptions, only deductions based on your own verbiage and tone. I am not making assumptions on your character based on the winds or social misunderstandings- my inferences are based on your words, your expressed thoughts, your expressed feelings- in short, your character- which is EXACTLY HOW MLK WOULD HAVE LIKED IT.

    Secondly, there is no dialogue- you say something, I refute it on its own basis, you go off on a tangent. That is not a dialogue, that is you hiding from [it].

    Third, I can’t help but notice that everything your write about my fictional character in this novel of yours, applies much better to you then me. You are the one making assumptions (like I was making assumptions and think of you as an advisory, when I don’t) you are the one who refuses to open a dialogue, but prefer rather to throw bombs and run away. You are the one who is intolerant of the community you chose to live in. I am more then happy to entertain a dialogue with you, but you are the one who seems to be afraid and “disable dialogue with this mythic “other” regardless of the potential.”

    I’m here, I hear, and I am STILL awaiting a thought out, rational response.

  2. [writer intentionally deleted]  I can list 15 assumptions you have made.And- I am not interested in debating you, unless perhaps at a public meeting. 

    And, I am not writing this blog for you, you are an unexpected bi-product of “exposing” the kind of human who comes to the defense of undefendable acts.

    Note for novel: My antagonist says “you are the one who refuses to open a dialog”- in a comment line in her public blog…ironic right?

(This is where she starts deleting my posts instead of answering)

  1. You say, “I can list 15 assumptions you have made.” Do it.

    You say “I am not interested in debating you…” thank you for admitting you were lying about me and were really writing about yourself.

    You say “My antagonist says “you are the one who refuses to open a dialog”- in a comment line in her public blog…ironic right?” I fail to see the irony– all I see is more proof– you openly stated you refuse to open a dialogue- your public blog is not an open dialogue– and you admit you do not want it to be— you want this to be your lectern where you preach down to us and refuse to listen to your own words be used against you– that an opinion different then yours is not a welcome thing, but “an unexpected bi-product.” You are beyond words… I can’t think of anything I could say that could possibly bring into perspective your absolute absurdity and complete lack of reasoning and understanding– you are nothing more then a fascist. You preach open dialogue and openly refuse it. You preach live and let live while attacking everyone that opposing you. You are a hypocrite.

(For the record this started with her saying a prominent local figure came speeding down the road- so fast she feared for her safety- as she pulls out of her driveway!  Luckily, this speed demon was able to calmly come to a stop, sans smoke and screeching, before reaching her driveway– not that it would have mattered because she had time to stop, put the car in reverse, back-up her driveway, and make several rude comments in the 30 foot stretch that his vehicle went from NASCAR to stopped.  Anyone else care to explain the physics in this one?  I asked her, and she just insulted me and started writing about how I just want to shut down her ability to engage in politics.)

Now, I’ll admit my language is quite barbed at times, but that is the nature of my humor and is not meant to be hurtful, but if you are interested, here is the link to the lying psychopathic hypocritical hippie, whom I thank for jolting me awake with her absurdities and lies.

(Also, for the record, I know her IRL, and admire and like the people she enjoys spreading rumors and false accusations of so I was a little mad at the start, but also note there are things mentioned that are asides regarding actual happenings in the town that we purposefully do not mention directly.)

Schrodinger’s Life

As I stated before, I have put great effort into ignoring the world around me over the last couple of years, but I feel I need to explain myself more clearly.

When I was green in this gray world, and believed all those beautiful things people would say to me, I enjoyed the company of the world and those in it.

I was alive; mentally, spiritually, emotionally.  I could feel the pulse of life and society flowing through my works and words- I truly believed this was a wonderful world filled with fantastic and wild wonders just waiting to be grasped.

As I exited my early teen years I was alive; mentally, spiritually, emotionally, socially, politically.  I knew I was green in a gray world and I knew the delicate upper crust and dreary underbelly of this world.  I stopped paying attention to the hype and saw the hypocrisy.  I noticed the knowledge and elated in the ethics of good Gedanken experiment- but really retained the view of its vacancy in the world.

As the days turned into daze and my life turned to bricks and mortars of knowledge, I was still alive.  I was still green and the world still gray, but I was no longer green in the way of salad, but now in the shade of jade.

I came across the opportunity to work for, and with, a successful politician from the State Senate.  I grasped with both hands, throwing my body into it all, and hopefully heaved my head above the grime of the gray and into the glittering gold of the politics and power.  Or so I thought.  In my misplaced glory, I forgot all that glitters is not gold.   My cynicism returned, and my jaded soul turned black.

That brings me to our title:

I was living (or not) as Schrodinger’s Gedanken Cat.  I turned off- I was simultaneously alive and dead.  I wearily walked through my day to day, from daze to daze.  I left the world of politics and law, I died.  I was dead; mentally, spiritually, emotionally, socially, politically.

Half-heatedly, I was  hoping there was something left to live for- to strive for- a way to change, to be, to feel, to live.

I strove for ignorance, praying for bliss- I accepted apathy so I couldn’t care, wouldn’t war, so I could stop screaming.

Then she came- I was alive emotionally, but still living the life of Schodinger’s Lazarian kitten.

I thank everyday that something again arose in me, or I would be undeniably dead today.  No longer was I able to be inconspicuously isolated, ineptly trudging through the world without thought or passion, she gave me pointed purpose, so I naturally proposed.

Still, I was that damned cat- and I hate cats.

Over the few months, slowly, begrudgingly, I awoke to hear it bouncing around me- the echoes of the world, shouting and screaming, asking me to come out and play.

Deliberately, I diminished my ignorance of the world around me- not seriously surprised the nothing of note had happened in my acute absence. Still, I was still.  Still, I was dead- ignorance abated, but apathy abundant.  I had gathered moss, and in my newly acquired state and service of husbandry, I did not know how to remove myself from my man-made hammock.  I was comfortable, no- I was quietly contented, and desperately desired a prodding, a call to action, and along came my ironically insipid source of inspiration.

Today I feel alive.  I remember what it was like to fight the good fight- to live among the inhabitants of this weary world, to feel the pulse quicken at the sound of hypocrisy and hate disguised as hope, to be alive!

Right now, I am astonished how the misguided musings of a maniacal half-wit hippy could shatter and shake my disdain for the ignorance I harbored for years, back into consciousness- how my inability to understand the unseen and unclean hypocrisies again arose in me the passion for this world I had once felt. Again, I see myself green with the world in the gray of the world, and I haven’t been happier.

Let’s just hope this feeling lasts.

Hot off the wordpress

Hello cruel world, did I keep you long?

I’ve done my best to shut-off my mind and emotions over the last few years, save with my family, but I was recently jolted awake by a tyrannical hippy blogger’s rambling musings and false accusations.

Normally I would point-out obvious untruths, annoy them through imitation of thought and style, then fade away to ignore you, the outside world, once again with the smile of the ignorant and apathetic.

Something changed.

This time the ne’er humble blogger didn’t understand, couldn’t comprehend, failed to fathom that she had been proven, by her own words- a liar, slanderer, false profit. She was blinded TO her glaring hypocrisies instead of by them.

As a semi-professional cynic I expect the worst and most base from you, but the level to which the frelighuysen fascist so deeply descended was astonishing to me.

As an anarcho-capitalist I am never a fan of government, and like the aforementioned bothersome blogger, tend to dislike anything they do (hence my survival instinct instructing me towards the ignorance and apathy end,) but I understand the reasons for their existence and understand that, on the local level in small suburbia, our officials officiate to the best of their abilities and understanding of right and wrong.

So a cynical anarcho-capitalist is part of my ideological make-up and I understand why that forces me further to the fringe, but NEVER would act in such a manor as the furious frelinghuysen wacked-out writer. Never will I be blind to my own flaws and fallacies (of which they are many!) And never would I fully place myself above anyother, fully knowing- as a cynic- that even the dogs are above us.

Oh well, enough of my laborious long-windedness for now. Please pardon my spelling errors and such, as I am writing this on my phone without access to spellcheck.

Goodbye cruel world,
I’ll see you later.

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