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Better left Unsaid

I’ve been told that when I am angry with someone I should just write them a letter and never send it.

I’ve never agreed with that.  If I am angry at someone, I will tell them.  I reserve that line of thinking for things that are on my mind but are better left unsaid for any number of reasons.

Now, I’m a modern man, so I do not write letters just because I’m emotional and never send them – I write emails regarding something I need to tell them, then add “On a more personal note:” and then send the email sans “On a…” to the end.

The following example I wrote today to my lawyer.  By the way of back-story I should tell you that although I am not a lawyer and barely a graduate of communications (I tell people I got my BA in BS!) I have worked in and with several law firms and several lawyers.  I am decently versed in the legal realm as I have written literally hundreds of legal pieces, from motions to red-lines to emails to billing statements to HUD statements to filing ect.  I have done everything short of represent someone in court or officially give legal advise.  I have not told my attorney this, nor do I think I will.  Let it just be said – I think he is an idiot and should be brought-up for attorney review and I will be taking him to fee arb if he ever gives me the bill he has been promising for over a year.

Without further ado, here is my latest “better left unsaid” email.

_____________________________________________________________

On a more personal note:

Regarding our phone conversation the other day, you stated that my wife would not get good service in the future and has not from you thus far because you don’t like my tone and my insults (that I do not see nor know of) and I was wondering if you really meant that or if you were just blowing off steam.

Also, you did not answer the question as to whether or not your performance so far has been an example of you doing your best.  I feel it is an important question.

You admit to not noticing the court restraining me, a non party to this specific matter, and not knowing that it is not a legal or enforceable restraint because of it.  You also told me I was wrong when I pointed it out to you, but three days of research later you finally figured-out that the court cannot restrain a person who is not only not a party to the case, but had not been given notice, nor was present to defend himself.  Well thanks for finally admitting I was right for the last 9 months.

It is a matter of record that you failed to file any cross-motion as requested, as of yet, although our correspondence proves we spelled-out what the order should contain in the email last dated April 5. 2010, 87 days prior to court and 72 days prior to when the cross-motion needed to be filed.  You completely and utterly failed to be, in any way, professional and were instead improper and negligent regarding this matter. A total actus reus that should have you running to kiss my ass while informing your insurance carrier and hiring your own attorney for your review.  This isn’t my opinion.  This is a matter of fact, verifiable through court filings, billing statements, and date/time stamped correspondence between us.

Although you disagree with me on the number, we both know you missed several meetings without giving us notice – leaving us standing in your parking lot for over an hour, and have yet to respond to requests about the “bill” you have been telling me you about for about a year.

I feel like you yelled at me and spoke down to me as if I were an idiot at the beginning of the aforementioned phone conversation and it made me very upset.  I heard you tell me that I don’t know what is going on and I need to stop pretending to be a lawyer, or pretend that I have any understanding of what is going on.  I hope you understand that the reason I am dissatisfied with your service thus far is spelled-out in the preceding paragraphs.  I feel no animosity towards you or your practice.  I have not been mad, angry, ect at you or your practice.  I am just a consumer who wish to express his dissatisfaction with the services given.  There is nothing personal and I would thank you to keep your personal insults towards me to yourself.

With Warmest Regards,

Scott Sinope

Piss on you

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Sometimes I have to wonder.  Wonder why I bother to read certain people, wonder why I care, wonder why I feel I need to respond, wonder how can she believe herself, wonder how she sees herself, wonder.

My life has been filled with wonder and wondering.  I always strove to find the answers to all of my “what if” questions.  I didn’t take the road less traveled, I took it to the end, backed-up and went the other way to see where it would end.  I would strive to find the best conclusion.  I would strive to know what is on the other side.

I have seen myself riding the wave of success, working in a law firm, running a business for a senator.  I have seen myself digging in the dirt, scrounging and scraping to survive.  I have seen my wife – for the first time, in her wedding dress, in her despair, in her joy, through her struggles, through her waves.  I have seen my boys.  I saw both of them when they were born, I felt both of them kick in the womb.  I saw their first steps, heard their first words, dried their tears, gave and received the high-fives, the hugs.  I played ball with them, rode bikes with them, hiked with them, ran with them, played with them, built with them, destroyed with them, fixed with them.

All of this, and I am still in my 20’s.

Still in my 20’s.  That will be the last time I can say this.  In three hours I will be 30.  I’m not afraid or resentful.  I am actually looking forward to it because it is hard to be taken seriously as a person, a thinker, an idealist, a father, a professional, a tradesman, a husband when you are classified as a “twenty-something.”  I am ready to be taken seriously.

At this point of my life, I don’t have much that I would like to try, roads I want to travel, but I welcome it all, good bad or indifferent, with open arms and an open mind.

I have trouble remaining complacent anymore.  If you go back to the beginning of this horrid blog you may glimpse at the beginning, the awakening, of this condition I am afflicted with.  You might see the original symptoms, the acrid catalyst.

I have read numerous comments on Facebook and twitter regarding this journalistic undertaking, and so far they have all been positive, but I expect nothing different from my friends, family, acquaintances, and others who follow me for other like interests.  It is the other comments, the ones on other blogs, the ones in person from people who only recognize me from photos of my family, or where told who I was by other readers – those who don’t know me but still enjoy my views and musings.  Don’t mistake my meaning, not all were in agreement with me, but they all enjoyed reading it.  Some were surprised by my youth,  some by my profession, some by my calmness, none by my extroverted gregariousness.

I would like to take this quiet moment of self-reflection to thank all of you for taking the time to read my palaverous, meandering, writings and thoughts.  I would also like to thank my political detractors  for keeping my opinions grounded.  Finally, I would like to thank the dirty hippie idiot.  Without her as an impetus, this whole web-log branch of my life would have gone unexplored, and I would not have learned that my thoughts I once thought to be on the fringe of societal norms, are actually all common and shared in my community, (and on a side note, I’ve learned not to believe what I hear or read in the news.)

Oh well, enough with the back patting and on to current events.

As always, I will work in chronological order on a blog without logic – the dirty hippie idiot.

Her blog starts as a tease, hinting that she will shut-up for a while, but alas, (spoiler alert) she blogs again less than a week later, but more on that later.  In this reasonless rant she condones and condemns the same person in one intellectually devoid paragraph.

Her main issue is that she asked the road department supervisor, whom she constantly, consistently, and continuously; derides, disrespects, ridicules, scoffs, scorns, and sneers at, whom she hurls accusations, insults, innuendo, and insinuation at.  She asks him to do a job directly related to his position on the road department.  She states he does so professionally, quickly, and quietly.  That is her problem.  She goes on about how she grills him about personal, professional, and political matters in his capacity as a committee member, and not as a road department member.

Let me repeat that because you may have missed it;

This woman, who hurls accusations, threats of lawsuits, investigations, and prison at a committee member is complaining when he refuses to engage her in political discussion and answer her personally slanted questions off the record outside of a public meeting while on the clock in a different, yet still public, position.  If she wasn’t trying to play him as an idiot and an asshole, then she is an idiot and an asshole.

She goes on about how she will no longer be writing her trash because she is going to publish her drivel and have it turned into a television show.  Now, I enjoy watching TV (right now I’m watching a storage wars show,) but she might actually make that happen!  She makes reference to working with the director of Malcolm in the Middle, and I have to assume she does not mean Holland because he is financially occupied for the next few years, and certainly not the number two director Mr. Melman because she would not refer to an ancient work when he has been so prolific on MTV for the last few years, but instead perhaps speaking of Mr. D’Ovidio, a man who followed first director Holland for a short while after MitM ended and is now looking on taking a chance on making a name for himself, and he may not be that picky (he worked on Critters 2 and Black Sheep, [although he did act in the awesome sauce that was The Wizard in the 80’s.])  The only problem she has is a legal one.  Her writings aren’t enough to garner interest, she would need the interaction of others and I stated in one of my first comments that everything I said on her blog was a part of my character that I created, that gives me rights to it, and anything I write on here I obviously own, so – go for it hippie, I would love to burn your house after I own it and watch from Dave’s.  Seriously, if it gets you to move away, I will happily introduce you to some producers from NBC I’ve met over the years.  Good luck!

Next!

My brief glimpse of hippiless glory is destroyed by more of her crap seeping through the cracks of the internet.  It is short and pointless, but I can’t help but laugh with glee over the lunacy on display.  She actually believes that India is building a border fence (similar to the proposed US/Mexico fence) with its neighbor Bangladesh because… wait for it… wait for it… because….  because…. India is trying to stop the refugees from coming into India because Bangladesh is  sinking into the sea!  That’s right, you heard it THERE first, Bangladesh is not only going to disappear, but those heartless Indians know about this years in advance and are building a fence to force all the Bangladesh to drown!  They aren’t building it to stop the influx of criminals, drugs, migrant illegal workers (the same problems we have with Mexico) ect, NO!  They are building this fence to stop the Bangladeshi from surviving the Noahian flood.

It’s time to stop writing this and get back to work on my not-so-short story.

Thank you for reading and I’m sorry about the lack of pictures this time, but I simply don’t feel like posting any.

 

 

 

 

Well, that’s it.  I don’t have any motivation, but what I do have is; spare time, computer space, little boredom, little anger, little confusion.  Now, what you have is me, writing my musings and some of your time wasted and (hopefully) some of your computer space wasted, have slightly less boredom, slightly more anger, and more confusion.

How is all this possible?  Simple, I just read the last ten entries of the Dirty Hippy on my blog-roll.

I can’t seem to understand what this nonsensical-moronic-miscreant is thinking.  In the ten aforementioned intellectually aborted abominations upon the world there is no coherent post or message.  If this boorish bestial blogger began to claw together comprehensible reason instead of reprehensible and nonsensical diatribes, someone might begin to take her seriously- and that could be dangerous to the small-minded, intoxicated, inebriated, inane, and insane alike (lucky for us most people do not fit into any of those categories for the vast majority of our time on Earth [but which one/ones does she?]).

If you don’t feel like reading the imbecilic drivel for yourself, allow me the honor of giving you the synopsis in chronological order, starting with the earliest.

In the earliest post, the freakish flower-child blogged about “Municipal Software Billing”.  In no point of this randomly meandering musing does the stolidly motivated story-weaver mention anything remotely related to Software, computers, hardware, ect.  She apparently pulled this title from the same place she pulls most of her facts: straight out of her ass.  (I know, how can you pull something as big as her crap out of an ass?  Easy- hippies only eat granola, twigs, and leaves which are full of fiber!)  <—on this note— we have tried feeding her granola and twigs, but she never leaves.

Fiber gives us a few minutes of peace from this nimrod.

What this dippy hippie does manage to eek out from betwixt her cheeks is that our township clerk, (who has managed nearly every aspect of this town for years and has proven herself to be a bright, intelligent, kind, industrious, multi-abilities woman whom we are proud and glad to have not only as our clerk, but friend and family member for many in our small town,) had dared to make a mistake.  That’s right.  This numb-skulled ne’er-do-well dedicated a blog to a clerical error made by a clerk.  But wait folks, this might get better– not only does she make accusations of a clerk making a clerical error (which may be just a misunderstanding caused by the THC inhibited brain function of Amelia and not an error at all,) but she states that she should have been fired years ago for not being perfect.  Yeah.

Off to the next detestation of the blogging world… it is either a bad plug for a libtard professor of nothing or a worse poem.  I honestly don’t know which.  It appears that she is trying to tell us that the government needs to legislate or fund humanity as defined not as a grouping of people but of non-religious and non-governmental set of values not beholden to nor created by people.  Please feel free to explain that to me.

Next on the list (moving along, aren’t we?)- a blog with less focus then a fruit-fly on PCP and LSD.  I’m not sure what this blog was NOT about.  For what seems like an eternity of Dante’s 5th level the maniacal moronic blogger meaninglessly meanders from hate groups/speech to the Wisconsin protesters AND CAN’T SEEM TO FIND ANY RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN THE SUBJECT MATTERS.  I would normally ask if the writer is blind or stupid, but I am afraid we already know the answer to that question.  Better though, is her jumping thoughts (or lack thereof.)  She goes, sans segues and logic, from hate groups/speech to the grossly unnecessary and overly funded conservation committee to widely discredited and disproven  “hinky” (to quote the Bambi bimbo) science of global warming that she desperately and mindlessly clings to like a drowning Pelosi lover clinging to the rowboat in the desert.   She even goes as far as to quote a “scientific study” Al Gore himself said was glaringly alarmist and untruthful.  After that branch of the irreverent river is explored she jumps again to budgets, then to the United States Postal Service, then communing with nature- all in two short, pointless, thoughtless sentences.

 

And reading one of her sentences is like getting the death sentence

And reading one of her sentences is like getting the death sentence

 

The next entry is another jumbled mess, in the interest of time let’s just say, she starts with the Eurythmics and ends with a diatribe against Fox News in less than a half page.  (In an unrelated story, methamphetamine use has grown exponentially in our area.) ‘Nuff said.

Still moving right along- she posts something short.  She speaks about how wonderful farmers are (please remember this) and how much they struggle to survive, quickly followed by a poem dictated by a self-proclaimed wobbly (the people who claimed to be anarchists, but were really union communist activists and terrorists.)

NEXT!

Remember that stuff in bold you just read?  If not, you may be Amelia, so please reacquaint yourself with it (in an unrelated story Marijuana usage is shown to cause memory loss.)

She posts a link attempting to show how evil the republicans in Wisconsin are.  What damning information is found in this link?  Some republicans in a state where farming and agriculture make-up a sizable portion of their economy are also… wait for it… wait for it… farmers.  That’s right!  Those people whom she just cried beside, seemingly upset by their woes and then continues about how the government needs to be more involved in our financial/business lives is proving the evil that lurks in republicans because not only do they farm- they accept farm subsidies from the federal government because they stopped growing certain crops and began growing others as asked to do by the federal government.  For shame!  How dare they do what is (presumably) best for this nation by sacrificing their financial solvency than accept remuneration for their suffering!  Damn them all to hell!

Are you following any of this?

 

Logic

This is much easier to follow and understand!

 

The next post she does is rather lengthy, and I invite you to read it yourself.  Despite the horribly faulted title of “Whose pulling one over on who” (please, someone get her a dictionary and book on style/grammar because that is way too many mistakes in a six-word title) it follows a twisted kind of logic and is worth the read for laughs alone.  Pay special attention to the paragraphs “But it turns out” to the end of “I say ‘wow'”.  I’ll wait…  There.  Did you catch that?  Aside from some non-linear suppositions and conclusions there are some serious flaws in her pseudo-intellectual bravado here.  First off- there is an agenda published before all of the meetings and even mentions them in three separate blogs and complains about the timeliness of their release and how they waste paper.  Finally- no, it is never acceptable to tape a private session meeting.  Remember they legally couldn’t speak in front of you and had to speak in PRIVATE SESSION, so it follows therefore that you can’t be taping it either.  Dumb-ass.  Furthermore, you should realize that if there is a lack of trust between you and the local government it is caused by your vicious and unfounded attacks on them and their families you spiteful harpie, it is not manifested out of thin air (assuming it exists, because I would assume they were being helpful in not wanting you to forget your laptop.)

Third to last, we come to her newer post.  Again, the coke whore styled ramblings range from a recent court ruling regarding clean energy to paranoid delusions of persecution (most likely enhanced by megalomania) of herself by unnamed “officials”, to praise she claims was offered to her that cannot be verified or read (megalomania), to earthquakes and tsunamis, to a statistical comparison of townships, (although  I don’t know how much credence to give to any statistician who can’t spell “median.”)

 

Please re-read my "Is there a doctor in the house" post for more information

Are you beginning to see the extent of her seemingly drug-crazed delusions and psychosis?  Can you feel the paranoia, the demented and deranged schizophrenia seeping through her thoughts into our realm?  Creepy, huh?

 

That brings us to her next to most recent.  A thankfully short post.  Quick and to the pointless- never the less she had taken it upon herself to dictate to the world that- if you run for office, you are no longer allowed to have or express opinions, you may only have and express the opinions she tells you to have.  I’m not joking- read it if you doubt me.

And finally…. drum roll please, the final abomination of thought- her latest blog entitled, “Required to set aside OUR DIFFERENCES” (psychotic emphasis, hers.)  I have no idea what the hell this is.  I am stumped.  She speaks in third person for a while, and then starts quoting random (law?) like a zealot on angel dust would quote the scripture.  No apparent reason.

I’m not sure, but it might just be a cry for help- and this is my cry- please help me figure out what the hell is going on.

Check-out the insanity for yourself here or look for the her on my blog roll.

What’s my Motivation?

First and foremost: sorry.  I have been a very neglectful blog-host these last two weeks.  The world was full of pressing issues, and I brought none to press.  I know, I am a disgrace.  I have not had the time, energy, nor motivation to sit-down and write with the same passion and on the burning issues you have come to expect, and I had demanded from myself.

My Formal Apology

(Please check-off as needed.)

I’m just going to take a quick moment (versus a long moment) to fill you in on my current excuses for my failure to keep up this poor excuses for a web-log.

1. I am trying to write a short-story.  I am currently on chapter five and it is looking less and less short.

2. I am trying to help my son with his spelling.  He has been having a little trouble, so I am trying to do the right thing.

3. The boys have been sick the last few days.  Vomit and coughing fits don’t inspire much blogging.

4. My wife, whom I love endlessly, is being a total… forget that one, she reads this…

5. My sleeping patterns have been greatly disturbed, leaving my with a smaller amount of energy to devote to the upkeep of what you are reading.

6. I have taken on a couple of new schemes.  In addition to writing for fun, I am now writing for marketing, for advertising, for cash.  If you need it written and you have money, I am the man to speak with.

7. My mother is having some personal issues, and it is effecting me as far as my energy, time, and ability to concentrate. Don’t ask, because I will not tell.

8. I waste what little time and energy I have to writing a stupid list that deigns to feign being a blog in hopes that my few readers don’t notice I abandoned them.

9. I waste more time trying to stretch the aforementioned 5 thing list into ten, because lists of ten look more official.

10. I have been doing more “research” online via stumble, because with everything that is going on in my personal and professional life, I have been choosing random oddities and obscure trivia to actual writing and reality.

Had enough of my crap excuses?

I promise you, dear reader, that soon (being a general and relative term) I will sit down and write a proper blog in the format and with the issues you have come to expect from this virtual-electronic waste-bin.

 

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.

Why not?

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.)

Is it drafty in here?

Principle of MetaSystem Dynamics

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Ahh, Sunday.  The day of relaxing rest, the day where I spend time reading, drinking coffee, playing with my children, spending quality time with my wife.

Pure bliss, sans the ignorance.

I read the news this morning, unsurprised there is none– save new renditions on the same stories over-reported and under-investigated.  Politicians and Pontiffs– screaming and speaking somberly– never letting a good tragedy go to waste.

For a bunch of lawyers and politicians it’s always amazing how they realize a Hinduesque spiritual truth– that nothing is bad and everything can be used as a stepping stone to growth, (although they mean growth of power and influence, not spiritual, but why pick on subtleties!)

My wife, ever charming and ambitious, suddenly suggests that I should explore the recesses of my resent reawakening for a semblance of a story, a novel novel, or some such literary undertaking.

Imagine my mind, like a newborn’s eyes, just beginning to open– blinded by the lights surrounding it and overcome by the amount of information thrust into its consciousness.  Now, fully remembering a past life but unable or unwilling to recognizably rebuild it, only able to lay a copied cornerstone of a former conscience– is now being requested to recite that which has yet to be!

How does one begin to speak from a mind imperceptible and nonexistent when the existing mind is not yet fully functioning in its new life?  How does one form a second without fully forming a first?

A tall order, I guess, but it reminds me of the absolute faith my wife has in me, and although uninspiring in itself to me; it spurs my own social growth, prods my political points, and moves me back down below the dogs of society and into my recently revived home.

I am no longer feeling blissful, but I feel full– complete.

Oh where to start a journey that has no beginning?

Who can I send-out into a wondrous world that has yet to be fully formed?

I feel a draft coming in.

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