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I'm just a writing junkie. Give me a blank sheet and I will fill it. Some days it seems useless, other days, it seems to be gold. But I heard a quote recently that says it most accurately: "Most writers are like shoemakers; they are about as good one day as they are the next."

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Mar
18th
Wed
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Curbing the appetite of a demon in preparation for the last dregs of the quarterGet

“Get bent!” she screamed from an upstairs window at the forlorn intruder turned out for what she hoped was the last time. It had been a long time since they had crossed paths like this. Of course, it was him who had sought her out.

Maggie thought she had moved to a safe city, in a safe neighborhood, far from his haunting glances and disturbing laughter. The move had cost her a job, a car, and a lot of reliable friends, but it needed to be done. The thing between her and Peter had gone from a slow roll to a full boil and was spilling over. So she quit her job, sold her car, and left New York in search of a place where he would never reach her.

That had been nearly two years ago. Then he came stumbling up her steps that evening. He was drunk, his usual state, and began yelling obscenities from the sidewalk. “Hey you fucking whore! Get off your back and get out here! I need to talk to you.” His tone was lude and vulger, and his stagger made him look all the more unfamiliar in the neighborhood. 

Maggie knew better than to answer the door, but she was afraid of what the neighbors would think if she left him outside in the yard screaming.   

to be continued….

Feb
12th
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Acceptance and it's consequences...

Believe me, the pits of hell have burped up some pretty foul things in recent years, but they have not swallowed me yet, and thus cannot belch my existence just yet.  New spaces find my old attitude welcome once again.

Always pushing forward, I seek higher ground.  It’s natural, you know, for mammals in a flood to seek the high ground.  Am I preparing for such a flood?  Or do I simply desire more, and a better piece of the pie?  I want to know that I can do well at the things I want to do.  I always have wanted just that, but not more passionately than now, not ever.  I see those who I hear in class, and some do not intrigue me.  Some, I already know, are never going to share the drive and passion I exert on life.  Others, though, make me feel like I need to push more, harder and be better.  

I sit here and read Bukowski and that old bastard was really full of it, but he had some gems in his distorted perceptions.  He said some things that I can really get my head around, like talk about revolutionaries, and they’re inability to distinguish service from martyrdom. 

A new thing in life welcomes me, perhaps because of my drive, and I am grateful.  This is what I want, the places I want to be associated with, the people I want to talk to, and hang around. I’ll take whatever burden is placed on my shoulders, and perhaps this may be too much for me. To hell with it, I’ll take the goddamn weight, and carry whatever I need all the way to the gates of hell if it really exists (which it doesn’t).

Goddamn Bukowski and his drunken rambling, it’s really put me over the edge.

Feb
3rd
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More staffers stepping down?

I read today that Tom Daschle has withdrawn his nomination as head of the Department of Health and Human Services, as well as White House health wizard.  The move comes from his apparent inability to pay his income taxes properly, something to the tune of $140,000 between 2005 and 2007.  

Well, I’m not surprised, but now I sit and wonder what the hell Tim Geithner is doing as Treasury Secretary when he was up to his neck in a shit-filled barrel of back taxes and illegally immigrated household help just before he was confirmed for the position.  Is he going to be that lieniant on the poor blue-collar bastards who scrape bottom all year only to find they owe the boys on the hill more taxes than they already paid?  Will my gambling winnings go unnoticed by the maniacal entity known as the IRS, or will they come chasing me through the woods with a pack of dogs sniffing up my rear and hoping that by putting the screws to me, they’ll recoup some pittance of tax I still owe them?  I certainly hope not, because I didn’t see any brambles hanging from Geithner’s shirttail when he accepted the nomination.  

Beyond that, what about a government official hiring aliens to work around the house?  With the immigration situation becoming more of a crisis each day, no one should expect someone of Tim Geithner’s position and intelligence to knowingly support and employ another illegal immigrant.  Or perhaps they simply don’t care; the real fact of the matter is that they’re all rubbing each other’s backs so well that no one near the top has any fear that any of their actions could ever bring them down.  I thought this kind of white house ambiguity is exactly what President Obama wanted to be rid of, I thought he was going to come to Washington to run those kind of bastards out of town on the first train back to Georgia, or Alabama, or wherever they can sit in a nice plush judges seat, and continue looking down on the populace without doing an more real harm to the heart of our government.  

If the trend is going to be to stand down before embarrassment envelopes the whole staff, then I can get behind it.  But curse those who are willing to let the aged, decaying policies that have long burned bright in Washington stand for another four years.  New president, new policies, let’s just keep it that way.

Feb
2nd
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Gracious gifts to the Gods

Well, now is the time for rethinking isn’t it?  All the reasons that we have added up to this point to justify what we have done are now coming to a head.  The pigs have really put the screws to us now, eh?  I have to wonder what it all comes to at this point.  Will the big picture change so much that I can’t even recognize the places I have been?  It’s a copious waste of the natural resources and a complete disrespect of the true dreams of true americans.  We are the future and we will stand together without any regard for the momentous season of stupidity and political disease.  The glory of the gods has been dusted upon the masses and we can only hope to come out of the woods alive and with our pants on.  

Jan
27th
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The Edge… there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.
— Hunter S. Thompson
Jan
26th
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my car last night

my car last night

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Rollover accident...

It’s an curious feeling when a car rolls over, and you’re driving….    

Jan
23rd
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In a closed society where everybody’s guilty, the only crime is getting caught. In a world of thieves, the only final sin is stupidity.
— Hunter S. Thompson
Jan
22nd
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Inauguration Day

January 20th, 2009- I watched with grim satisfaction today as they finally dispatched that ravenous bastard, George W. Bush, from the nation’s capitol, and sent him squealing back to Midland, Texas, his boyhood home. The former vice president Dick Cheney left in a wheel chair due to back injuries from moving boxes out of the white house. That sounds a bit odd that he would have to lift anything, but, then again, Cheney has done little to make anyone want to help him, except, perhaps, to give him one, final shove out the door.

Now, isn’t that refreshing? A new president, with a new voice, and a new vision. It’s been a long eight years, and some of us were so fouled by the way George Bush handled himself that we tuned him out, we sat back in the dark corners of taverns and hotel rooms, waiting for someone closer to the top to see what was happening in America. Some of the atrocious acts committed by the Bush administration are nothing short of criminal, and I for one, feel that too many heads of justice have stood by and let this go on uninterrupted. Perhaps those responsible will recognize their own flaws and right them…oh no, I think not. No, this time around someone needs to remember, and when wrongs are committed, there should be someone to bring the hammer down before they spin out of control.

It’s been a long time since Richard Nixon stepped down as president, but not so long that everyone forgot. I’m not even old enough to have been alive, and I remember. The mistakes he made were not simply errors in action, but gross errors in what he believed in, what he stood for against the backdrop of American liberty and freedom. The challenges faced by our country in those times were great, and the losses suffered by the American people were massive.  But these losses were caused by, not cause for the kinds of action taken by the Nixon administration, and that is where now stands the parallel. I don’t think it is any accident that Barrack Obama won the presidency by such a massive landslide. The times have shown that the failed leaderships of the past need to be revised, rethought, and reshaped to meet the type of crisis we now face. The old guard of the Bushes, and the Nixon’s of the world need to step aside for leaders that will stand for the people of this fair nation. This country has too long been represented by those who hold the most power, and the most property. These people will inevitably only look out for their own best interests, and only think of the people so far as to win their votes come election time. Maybe it’s just what they know, but so many have failed in really getting hold of the true vision of the American dream, or truly feeling what it is that drives this nation forward. The true grit of the workers and producers has never been wholly captured by the politicians who claim to represent them. This could be our chance though, one last hope to grasp onto and cling for dear life; that last shard of a sinking ship, still afloat despite the odds, and perhaps enough people will hold on that they may live to build a new boat, bigger and better than the bastard that sunk beneath our feet.

Let’s not get carried away blaming Americans for the shortcomings of a great and powerful country, though, let’s get started thinking about how we can fix her up. For starters, a great portion of the world hates us and our imperialist ways disguised as diplomacy. Our new boss is probably already designing some scheme to send flowers along with apologies and get-well-soon cards to the many countries we have trampled across in recent years. And who knows what good that will do, but at least we won’t be telling them of our next invasion strategy. I’m sure Obama is also thinking of ways to get the masses more educated than they have been. Our idea of a public education has become a joke to the world, and with high drop-out rates, and illiterate high school grads, an overhaul seems long overdue. Yes, of course, let’s help us poor, jobless college students too, cause by god we need it (don’t mistake that for religious undertones either).

It could be a golden age for the United States, given that our new leadership is given enough power to undo the wrongs of the previous administration. The power is not likely to shift too far, but maybe just enough to get us back on track to the light at the end of the tunnel, that glorious place our founding fathers wanted so badly to see. Caress the vision, believe in it, and most of all, speak up and be heard, because nothing will change if we don’t tell them what’s wrong.