Wednesday, September 26, 2012
This would be like if I were to kill someone and hide the body successfully for a number of years. One day someone stumbles across the body and the police show up to arrest me.
I then file a lawsuit against the person who found the body.
I believe this is covered under the "thats not fair" clause in the constitution.
Friday, September 21, 2012
There is no manual just another human being who is doing their up most best to do right by you.
You can’t help but love that person.
That is your superhero.
I know when I was growing up I remember that my dad could do no wrong by me.
He all but wore the flowing cape and shiny boots.
I remember telling him once that when I grew up I wanted to be just like him.
He responded with “I want you to be better”
Didn’t really understand it then but I do now.
My son looks to me as his superhero.
Phew that’s a lot of pressure there.
I have, unfortunately, proven to him time and time again that I am a normal human with feet of clay but I am trying.
I don’t have lofty goals for him; I just want him to be happy.
I tell him I really miss my little guy running around at groin level causing havoc with a huge grin on his face but I wouldn’t trade him for anything.
I spend time with him. We play, do homework or just chill.
I remind him each day that I love him.
He told me once that when he grew up he wanted to be just like me.
I told him “I want you to be better”
Sunday, September 16, 2012
In case you haven’t noticed this is an election year.
I have stated my political views once before but with the election looming in the foreground hear I would like to revisit it.
Basically in a nutshell they fall as such.
I have none.
I am under the full belief that it does not matter one whit who the person is in office be it republican, democrat, man, woman, white, black blah-blah-blah
Nothing will ever change.
You could take the perfect qualities of all sorts of leaders and innovators and mush them into one genetic specimen who is so absolutely perfect that they glow with a brilliant radiance of pefectionalism.
Instill all the best attributes:
The strategy of Napoleon
The brilliance of Tesla
The fierceness of the ancient Spartans
The wisdom of both Thomas Jefferson and Benjamin Franklin
The humility of George Washington and Mother Theresa
The negotiation abilities of Lincoln
The wit of Mark Twain
The charm of Kennedy
The money sense of Warren Buffett
The imagination of JK Rowling
The beauty of Jolie, Pitt and Clooney
The breasts of Bianca Beauchamp*
Smush and knead them all together into one being who is just busting at the seams with so much potential that just being in their very presence makes you a better person.
Parades would be held just for them stopping by a small town for a pee and a Pepsi.
Someone, somewhere will not like them.
“They are too perfect” say the democrats
“They are not perfect enough” say the republicans
“they are not a god” says the peoples
“they are the god!” says the other peoples
It’s all so very stupid and redundant and broken.
Basically all we are doing is voting into office not the best person for the job
and not the person best suited to help the nation.
Just the best person to blame.
We have been at this whole “United States of America” thing now for the past 236 years; you would have thought we would have been able to improve upon this system by now.
No, I don’t have a fix its way too broken of a system to be fixed. It needs to be replaced and or rebuilt from the ground up.
It just seems that everyone knows this and yet no one wants to fix it and everyone is so shocked and outraged when the loop starts over with the next president.
*HEY its my creation! When you get your own you can add what you want.
Friday, September 7, 2012
I was crashing in boys bed (when the kids are sick they get to sleep with mommy and daddy gets to sleep wherever he can find) and watched tv for oh about an hour.
I finally decided to sleep at around 10pm.
At 11:33pm (yes I looked) a piece of notebook paper was dropped edge first directly onto my face.
It came out of nowhere and obviously woke me up. I laid there for a bit both thinking wth and listening for movement or scampering little feet. The house was silent and I smelled college rule.
No one was up of course.
This paper was on the floor when I went to bed.
I had tossed it there while climbing into bed.