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Tuesday
Jul272010

Offline Warning

Because of a life-changing situation, I will be offline for a while. I am not sure whether or not I will be able to post here via the phone, or for how long our phone service will stay on. I will return as soon as possible, but I don't know when that will be. I will try and keep the lights on as long as I can and hope to keep you all up to date on the birth of our daughter.

Thank you for your time and interest in my interest, and hope to write more for you soon.

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Monday
Jul192010

A Little Personal Rant-Off

Today, I was looking at my visitor, reader, and subscriber numbers. I combed over the fact that one third of my visitors come from Twitter, as well as another third are coming from other social sites. I am amazed by the one third coming from Twitter, just because I really haven't seen any replies or direct messages (in Twitter) pertaining to my posts. Let's not get into the lack of comments on my posts, because I haven't seen any since I left Facebook.

On to a real post.

Upon looking at some news out of the San Francisco Bay Area, I am thinking that this is a move for more of a police state. There was a huge police shoot out on I-580 in Oakland, to the shooting death of a prospective Google employee, I think these are going to be the perfect ammo (pun intended), for an all out gun ban, either in the Bay Area, or throughout California. I really love the people that I affectionately call "stupids." They may not have any mental incapacitates, they could be completely capable of logical thought. It's usually tied completely to their inability to act like a normal human being. They go through life acting as though they only have use of their lizard brain, and choose not to utilize their logical abilities. It is these people who ruin our way of life. They are the reason that our governmental overlords feel as though they need to enforce the "Nanny State." I, personally, blame the stupids of every community for killing off our rights, and annihilating our personal freedoms. The stupids can't raise their children, the government can! The stupids can't keep their lives in order, the government can! You get the point.

I could call them idiots, but they aren't. They are perfectly capable of handling every aspect of their daily lives on their own. It really isn't physically difficult, nor is it rocket science. It's something that people have been doing for thousands of years. But it's this sort of stupidity that has opened up the hole for the government to feel as though it needs to be filled. A hole that entitles the government to take you as their ward. Congratulations, people. You are now the equivalent of a fucking child.

So, what now? It's a hell of a lot harder to back out of the garage, now that you've driven through it, and into the neighbor's pool. How do we fix the mess that we and our parents have gotten us into? We could blame our grandparent's generation, as well. It's their fault that they allowed for the largest government grab bag with "The New Deal." It really has been, since then, that we have spiralled downward into a big government necessity. Before that, the government was actually fearful of sticking their tentacles into their constituent's daily lives. After Franklin Delano Roosevelt tore-ass into the New Deal, and all of it's splendor, and gave us Social Security (and a fucking number to go with it), so-on, and so-forth, it essentially made it okay for the government to regulate every aspect of a given person's daily life. That opened the hole for Lyndon Baines Johnson and Medicaid, and now Barack Obama's Socialized Medical System (whatever it's going to be called).

I'm not completely opposed to social programs. I'm not against all government assistance. I am against the government believing that they can stick in their tentacles, once they agree to assist you. Once Obama's Medical System comes into fruition, do you honestly believe you can continue to eat your Big Macs and fries? Yeah, right. Your Chicken Mc Nuggets are out, too. Why do you think they are trying to kill your sodium intake, as we speak?

Saturday
Jul172010

757 Words for July 17th

I have decided that I am going to get away from the doom and bitching about my past. It's not fruitful to dwell on such things. Maybe I'll just go on about the book that I am attempting to write. It's nothing more than an idea of a mostly fictional, slightly autobiographical novel. Come to think of it, I don't think that's a half bad idea. Let's start with Chapter One.

I believe that dwelling in the past leaves us there, but not remembering it causes us to relive it. It's all quite simple, really. If we think in ways of constant progression, forgetting all of our accomplishments and losses that got us to this point, we are more than likely going to continue in a constant, downward spiral towards somewhere we have been before. That can be actually and metaphorically. Maybe, even metaphysically.

And that, my friends, brings us to where we are. Currently, we are told about change, and how things are changing, and how to change things that need to be, etc. I really don't mean to be political, but I think that this is a perfect example of spiraling towards where we have already been. In the past fifteen to twenty years of life in the United States, we have lost many of our "inalienable rights." Maybe lost is the wrong word. They aren't completely gone, just gravely whittled away.

Along with our tattered rights, we are constantly inundated by key words, like "change." It wasn't just Obama who has these. Bush did, too. The current issue is more of a look towards the days of the German Worker's Party, Socialist Nazi Germany, the USSR, Stalin's rhetoric, bread lines, and all the other great things that come with an ill directed socialist society.

Don't kid yourselves, kids. We are always days away from becoming a completely Socialist society. Good bad, or otherwise, I honestly believe that Obama is a good guy, who is smart, with a good heart, that is in the right place. I, however do not agree with his policies. I disagree with those policies even more when I think about what is possible in the future. Look at it this way, Obama could create the Great Socialist Utopia, complete with socialized medicine, food, shelter, breadlines, the whole nine yards. He could be so great that we repeal the twenty-second amendment, and he could serve longer than FDR, maybe until death. Then the Catholics could canonize him and the world is better off. Here lies the issue, who comes after him? Someone as great, or someone with ill intentions. Someone who could take this Socialist Utopia and turn it into something closely mirroring George Orwell's Nineteen Eighty-Four.

What then? Our fucking rights were completely obliterated to create the utopia that you all wanted. There's no protesting. The first amendment was repealed after you guys got your fucking Fairness Doctrine. You have no right to assemble, no freedom of speech. You'd be lucky if you make it through all of this with a freedom of religion. I really wouldn't doubt us moving toward a Chinese style of state, where you are not allowed to express your religious freedoms. Another possibility would be that after all of the Muslim extremism, people may be afraid to practice religion outside of their own houses, out of fear of being ridiculed our blown-the-fuck-up. All of this is possible, even with the first amendment's statement of no official state religion.

Fear. This is how the government has enslaved us and has kept us that way. It is only going to get worse, my friends. We can preach about the internet and how it frees us, but lets be honest. How many heads of government (including the United States) have been given what equates to an Internet Kill-switch? Oh, do you slaves want to speak out against me/us? The internet is shut off for a later determined amount of time.

Piracy. Another nifty meaningless keyword that our governments like to throw around. Vice President Joe Biden equated internet piracy to a smash and grab. Though I am against piracy, and I do see it as theft, I have a hard time drawing the same lines that he has. With internet piracy, there is no vandalism. He's making it sound like it's a fucking hold up, and people are shot, and real destruction and physical damage is occurring. Is he fucking retarded? Do our government officials actually hear themselves, as the falsehoods pour out of their mouths, like diarrhea?

Friday
Jul162010

I'm Thinking About Writing a Book

I am currently thinking of writing a piece of fiction. I'm not sure what form of fiction it will end up being, but it will most likely end up being slightly autobiographical. I'm looking for ideas. If you have any, shoot them my way. Im also trying to remember parts of my past, so if you have any memories to share, feel free to leave me a comment with them. As always, any thoughts are much appreciated.

Friday
Jul162010

752 Words for July 16th

Yesterday, I mentioned my tie to my father. This (in some instances) means two different people, in my world. I'm not speaking in a spiritual, metaphysical manner. I mean it literally: one being the biological, the other being the one who has dealt with my bullshit for over twenty years. One who willfully donated his genetic material for my creation, the other who brought me up as though he had done the donation. I think you get the idea. I wasn't with my biological father for very long. Things in our lives caused us to drift apart in opposing directions (he wanted to leave the state and I wanted to live with my mother). I was eight years old and he was a dick. Can you blame me? It would take me many years to forgive him for some of the things he had done to me as a small child, and I don't think I have forgiven him completely.

One thing I can thank him for is my taste in music. Thanks to him, I am a fan of Black Sabbath and some other heavier bands from the late sixties and early seventies. I am pretty vehemently opposed to Country music, which my mom is fond of telling me that I get from him. I can remember sitting in our garage listening to KZAP, out of Sacramento, and watching his work on his International Scout or his Chevrolet pickup. If I can thank him for anything besides my existence, I can thank him for that portion of my musical taste.

I have other tastes in music that I remember him not being into. Depeche Mode was a band that he distasted. In fact, he called it "fag music." He really disliked it, and I think that I may have enjoyed irritating him with my musical taste. It's kind of like getting an early start to my teen years at the age of five.

Other things that I remember him having issue with were my love for modern technology and a thirst for the written word. He hated that I could sit for hours and read the same set of books over and over again. I could also sit for hours and type away at my small computer toy (I can't remember for the life of me which one it was). I think that all of this was quite alien to him. Sports were another bone of contention. I fucking hated baseball. I honestly don't think that hate is a strong enough word for my feelings towards that sport. It is lame and fucking boring to play. The best part of it all was I had ADD, and I wasn't diagnosed with it until much later. My parents (in their infinite wisdom) decided to enroll me in a fucking T-ball team, at the age of six, with fucking ADD, and hating the fucking sport. Oh, yeah. I went really far. Right field and last at bat was all there ever was for little Raymond. Pure fucking genius, parents. I can't put that on my mother, really. She only wanted to get me out and help me to make more friends than those that lived in my neighborhood. But, lets be honest, it was fucking Knights Landing, California. I already knew everyone on that T-ball team. I wasn't gaining anything socially, and I wasn't making any new friends.

Fast-forward a couple of years, one destroyed marriage and Chevrolet Cavalier later, we ended up in Woodland, California. It isn't a large city by any means, but it was leaps and bounds in size compared to KL.

One of life's oddities that I often think about is the fact that he stuck around with court and visitation for less than a year before he disappeared. Less than a year, that's a pretty good sized fraction of an eight year old's lifespan. I often wish that I could have been in my little sister's shoes. She was four years old during this tumultuous time. She vaguely remembers anything of all of this. For more than eighty percent of her childhood, she had our papa. He's basically all she knows. I wish I had that form of innocence.

I can't really complain, though. For the time I had wish my biological father, I wouldn't trade anything. I wouldn't really be the person I am. It may not have been a fucking bed of roses, but in all reality, it was abusive and uncomfortable, but not pure hell.