It's easy as A B C...

I don't know if it came as an epiphany or if it gradually bit by bit came together, but yesterdAy as I was sitting shot gun on the ride back from Coshocton I saw something that was completely novel.  Behold, I was trying to put together a word on 7 Little Words, and I just so happened to look out in the sky. It was a C-shaped contrail that was unfolding right in front of my eyes.  Which made me think to myself as this jet Diced through the sky towards Columbus now (instead of Cincinnati?), what would cause a plane to make such a drastic turn?  Was it low on fuel?  Had it been hijacked?  Was it a practical joke?  This was a flight plan that very much seemed to be deviating from the norm.

I looked on the news, and saw nothing about any redirected airplanes.  They will only tell you about 1 percent of what actually happens on a day to day basis.  That is the country we are living in.  In just about a years worth of time, if you are not a person of monetary wealth or a New Age "slave-bot" and you do not have health insurance you are breaking the law.  That means the government has more power than you bitch and it will bend that ass over if it hasn't gotten in line yet. 

Am I mad about this? 

No, being mad doesn't help my situation one bit.  Getting paid does.  I have a plan in place.  But you should be mad, casual blogviewer, because the "man" does not care about you or the interest of the greater good.  The man is interested in Himself.

The rulebook is gradually changing, bit by bit.  And if you don't know the rules of the game you will simply end up losing.  It is going to take money to live in this world afterall, just like Lil' Wayne said, which is why I actually respect the hell out of him one hundred percent.  He knows exactly what is going on and is selling the average person dreams that will cause them to end up in National Socialist style detainment camps.

George Orwell, Aldus Huxley, they all saw the inherent evil in the powers that allow money to rule.  The people, subservient to the almighty dollar, bend to the will of elite who will take the goodness away from God and use his name to manipulate people into submission for their own survival or benefit.

The Indians keep the Ohio cup, bitches.  What do you think about that, Cincinnati?  Does it feel good to again fall short of Cleveland's greatness?  That is eight in a row, mon frer.  That is about the best news I have for you today.  Just got home yesterday from the funeral of my uncle in law who was involuntarily murdered last week over some rent money.  God bless my family and my aunt and all those who are affected by the loss of Robin Bowers and may comfort lie in the fact that heaven is real and that Karma will resolve every cosmic debt.

Just a little midnite blog.

For all of you out there who are interested in knowing what is going on in my life....well, I am recovering quite well.  In a past life, I was married.  It was a marriage for all the wrong reasons.  I think that this song actually discribes what six years of my life was like, from a recovering drug addict scholar athlete straight into a marriage with a great amount of emotional instability.

It is a wonder that I am still alive by most accounts.  I have almost died several times.  I joined the military because I felt I had no other options left.  I wanted to get help for my wife and her mental state.  I ended up needing help for my own mental state.  I was in the psyche ward twice for trying to kill myself.

Its ok.  I am not mad at the world.  Every decision I have ever made has been thought through from the absolute bottom of the goodness in my heart.

Here I am a thirty year old who has lived through more shit than most people three times my age.  I have served my time and that is why I write.

Every single day I will write and hopefully I will get good enough to make a career out of this and a life for myself.

Until the day that I die, if I never make another cent from writing... I would still do it because it is my only purpose in life.  Nobody need read what I have to say.  I don't even have a choice in the matter.

Beautiful Memorial Day

So many times I get on here and immediately start complaining.  I would like to thank all of the fallen heroes who have engaged in battle and destroyed the tyranny and evil that is in opposition to our accustomed lives of freedom and privilege here in the USA.  I am not going to spend a lot of time pointing out that our freedom is largely imaginary and our rights are getting fewer and fewer by the day, or that the privilege is only enjoyed by a minority of our citizens due to the system that has been slowly implemented throughout our history to ensure that the haves continue to get and the have-nots stay in the slums and welfare lines, like I usually do.  But I will be talking more about Memorial Day.

I didn't know until today that Memorial Day was started by African Americans.  Indeed, it was a group of African Americans in Charleston SC who dug up the dead soldiers (who had been disposed of in a hasty mass burial) to salute them by giving them a proper burial.  This act of remembrance was out of thankfulness for the Union troops willingness to fight and die for the then slave's freedom.

Now I want to talk about the New Slaves.  My boi Kanye went hard again on this new track.  At first I was a little incensed by the title, figuring it was more boo hoo hoo bs about the black man struggle...which, don't get me wrong, I am not at all racist but this tune is more than a little worn out 150+ years after the Emancipation Proclamation... but the song does talk about how blacks are slaves to the consumerism that is destroying our planet.  Granted, I don't think Ye talks about the environment so much as he does the "sheep mentality" that we often get swept away by.  And I am not talking about just black people here, people of all color and creed fall prey to it.  It's the same mentality that caused peaceful Germans to join National Socialism and otherwise bright young females to listen to and obsess over no talent hacks like One Direction.  I also like how he throws the DEA and the New World Order out there as being the drug pushers they are, encouraging our young brothers and sisters to join gangs by keeping them exposed to constant glorification of drug use, materialism, misogynistic sexuality, and irreverence to social norms of "white society."  It all goes back to the white man's pocket book.  Follow the money trail, you will come to the same conclusion.


Anyhow, I am sad that Chris Perez is out for a while for the Tribe.  This along with the 1-3 record against the Red Sox and now an away series with the legitimate World Series contenders on the river Cincinnati Reds...it is looking like we will be lucky to be limping into the All Star break at .500.  I am however very excited to go to Great American BP tomorrow.  Taking the old man down there to see the Tribe in action, and it will be my first time in the new park.  Look forward to touring the stadium while the game is being played if we are losing, which will more than likely be the case.

You take the High Road.

I will take the the low....there the crevice....

Tenacious D is not what this particular blog is about.  It is about doing a job and enjoying the shit out of it.  Even if you don't get any money for it, you still get the enjoyment of laboring your ass off trying to make the most out of your product, production, art, whatever it may be....you would gladly do it again just because of Jah.

If you don't start buying my books real soon I will quit I swear to God.

Good night.

No sleep for the Wicked

Well, I would like to shout out again to the fine police of Greenfield Ohio for pulling me over when I was trying to go to work, forcing me to go to jail over a cigar wrapper, completely botching the booking and evidence, procedures completely be damned, covering their asses thanks to the good Judge who makes sure everyone of his piggies gets their turn at the trough.

As for me, I will not be spending 400 some dollars for a driving class that will waste 4 days of my life and I choose to take 3 days of jail.  Shit, I am a short timer as soon as they get me in that som'bitch.

After I do my 3 days for my excellent night time driving skills when I am trying to get McDonald's in me, (because I am hypoglycemic) while going to my car pool to my job which I was fired for because of time missed due to the legal process, I will have another 1200 dollars in fees.  Which will be paid entirely in pennies.  You bastards want to dick with my life, I will be the biggest dick in your life right back.  I have already done the math, and that is 300 kilograms of pennies, or 661 pounds of copper for the coppa.

By getting this off of my chest, I might be able to get some shut eye now.  I have some more manual labor to do tomorrow so I can grease the judicial gears.  But remember that Karma is a bitch.  And I am not Karma, I am a lot worse.

Hard time writing.

I took down the last blog about getting the proverbial train run on me by the court of Highland county, and Judge Judkins.  You might not like what I have to say, but at the end of the day I am right and you know it.  What they do in this police state is come up with any frivolous stupid laws they want, and if you are one of the unlucky bastards that fall into their little trap, well, then you owe them over a thousand dollars and don't pass go while you're at it.  Why do they have this authority over me?  When I did NOT run into anyone.  When I did NOT test positive for any substances?  I just want to know why it is my job to keep your ugly butt employed, Judkins?  Why is it my responsibility to make sure you get to lavish your hoes with new vehicles?  Find another patsy.  I don't plan on being your whipping boy.  And I am sure as shit not going to be your cash cow.  I will pay my fines because that is what the law demands I do....but I just want you to know that the law is lame in this case....and I want other people to know that they are screwing people over here.  Like myself.  They screwed me out of my job, and they expect me to get another one just so I can go about paying them off.  Easier said than done.  You can't convince this retard of any sort of logic.  His mind is made up before he goes into the court room.  He gets his kicks by being a dick to the little people of the world.  I have seen it myself with my own eyes.

"I don't know why you are wrong, but I know you are wrong, and I am going to get you."-Police of Greenfield Ohio.

Queen City Keep on Rising.

What happened yesterday?  Well for starters we went hard in the paint.  That is me and Steve ran and received first place in our 5k for dogs yesterday, next to Paint Creek.  Steve is a mix between a golden retriever and chow, and he channels a very convincing Steve Prefontaine, who is his namesake.  Steve might be about 50 in dog years, but he is still killing the competition.  He isn't as fleet as he used to be in his younger days.  But he is still able to run with most of the mutts in this Greater Greenfield Metro.

Last night went to Cincinnati to see Cas Metah perform with the Scribbling Idiots.  It was nice.  It is good to see the local hip hop artists out doing they thing.  It really ticks me off that they don't get the respect their deserve for they hard work from the music industry (yes I said they hard work).  Shore up on yo' Ebonics, son.

Anyhoo.  Afterwards went to Mac's across the street. It was on campus, so that would have been just down the street from Roh's Street Cafe.  There was a gathering for the U C track team coach, who actually recruited me to run for him at UC.  I wish I would have gone to U C.  Oh wait, I did.  I went to the University of the Cumberlands.  But I didn't sign up for that.  I signed up for Cumberland College.  I hate the new name.  Liberal Arts Schools need to keep their niche.  And it was nice to chat with other ex tracksters, who I probably competed against at some point but can't really remember.  It was like a lifetime ago.

Doing a little bit of writing today.  These books don't write themselves, I have found.  Have a good MOTHERS DAY all of you mothers out there.  One love.

All is well that starts poorly

So the one day I end up going to Columbus happens to be during rush hour traffic when there is a bad accident on I 70, and I am trying to get to my sister Erin's apartment so I can get a bed she is trying to unload.  The bed is for Emma, so of course I am going to go and get it.  But I am reminded of what city living is like and why I have maybe grown accustomed to living in the middle of effing nowhere for so long.  I guess  its all good because in being late I was able to see Jeff, her fiancee, which was nice, especially as I was about to move a heavy mattress and he was a lot more physically capable of helping than Erin, no offense sis.

Now the portion where I start complaining even more.  The laptop isn't working.  I was about to do some heavy writing.  Now all I can do is imagine my competitors writing at their functional laptops...writing literature that is second rate compared to mine and about to steal all of my potential clients reading time up.  They snatchin errbody up in here.  Those are the words that are literally going through my head.

Anyhow, I am about to do some mulching so its all good.  Beautiful day out.  Just hope that the allergies don't give me hell.  I love all of you.  God's blessing to each and every one of you.

Anderson Cooper is a self serving asshole

It really bothers me that just about all the attention my favorite city in the world, Cleveland, Ohio gets is negative.  Charles Ramsey, let me tell you that you are a REAL AMERICAN HERO.  You helped find these missing girls.  You actually took initiative to call the authorities in this apathetic world.  You withstood all the questions as to why you didn't notice the situation before if you have lived there for a while.  You parlayed all the attention away from yourself and onto the girls, who are the real story here.  And when Anderson Cooper, that self serving little cunt of a Vanderbilt asked you if you wanted a reward, you responded as such: "I get a paycheck.  Give the reward to the girls they rescued."

What do you want Anderson?  To vilify this seemingly lower class African American who is missing teeth so you can laugh and marvel at how drastically gotdamn different your lifestyles are, one can only imagine.

Cleveland is the crown jewel of Ohio.  It was once the fifth largest city in the United States.  It is a proud city that has endured more crap than any city ought to.  I won't even get into the sports of Cleveland, as there is a lot more in the world than just sports.  You already know the Cleveland fan has suffered through The Drive, The Shot, The Decision....

The only reason that Cleveland doesn't have a massive skyline similar to Chicago or Toronto is because of a bedrock problem.  Cleveland, for its perfect location on the lake, isn't built on very sturdy ground.  The bedrock is about 200 feet down, whereas New York is only about 20.  And for the towers to be erected, they must be supported by the bedrock, which meant digging very deep or figuring out a different way to anchor the buildings, with techniques that weren't available during the 20s and 30s when skyscrapers were blossoming all over the other more fortunate cities.  So for Cleveland to have the tallest skyscraper in Ohio, is a pretty impressive feat.

Cleveland got used and abused by industry hogs...We did the work, and the money got shipped all over the world, primarily New York.  New York has always benefited from Cleveland grit, and what do we get?  Not a damn thing.  Disrespect.  And if you snobby New Yorkers knew the damn truth, you might understand why people like me who love Ohio get so darn upset.

So today, I salute you, Charles Ramsey.  I salute you, Amanda Berry.  I salute all of you who go unrecognised in this great state.  Althought I do not live in Cleveland, (I once lived pretty close, Sagamore Hills, & Akron)

it is and always will be my home.

Another blog, what did you expect?

Sometimes everything comes together in perfect fashion.  My life has not been an example of this very much, but I will say things seem to be coming together right now.  As it is, I pretty much plan on getting out of the Greenfield area fairly soon.  It has been real, it has been fun, and you know it hasn't been real fun.

There are several options.  All of them include leaving Ross/Highland county.  One of the more promising new ideas is to relocate to Louisville, Kentucky.  I need to find a place that is dog friendly though if I move out of state...I have a companion by the name of Steve Honnold that is pretty much my best friend in the whole world and I could never go anywhere that frowned upon dog ownership.

I hooked up my stereo system today.  The record player worked like a charm.  Emphasis on the -ed, because it doesn't work any more.  I played Dean Martin earlier, and then this evening when I tried to get the Eagles (not the @%!&ing Eagles man!) playing, the damn thing wouldn't spin.  It is just my luck.  It is like everything I even remotely come into contact with completely goes to crap.

But I keep my head up, and my chin to the grindstone.  Because it is all just grist on the mill.  This Chinese proverb essentially means that in every trial that life throws at you there is something to gain, which means I should pretty much be sitting on a virtual treasure trove if my memory serves me correctly.

Hoping for dharma transmission.  And for a lady who can put up with all of this.  And understands that I am like a difficult puzzle.  Hardly worth the effort, you might never get it put together, all of the colors look the same, but once you get it, you feel a few minutes of glorious accomplishment until you are on to the next one.  I am kidding, I am not nearly as cynical as I seem.

Just a breather

Yes, I am working on the next book.  And Yes, we did get rain delayed, didn't we?  Lawn care is so much more practical when it isn't raining.  Not that I am complaining.  I love it.  And I love each and every one of you.  Please have a wonderful day.

I lied

You get to read this even though my numbers didn't approach what I was reaching for.  We got to get a following too, ya know, and if people don't read this it kinda defeats the purpose.

Well, continuing on what we were discussing earlier, infinity is the thing that scientists don't understand.  And it is my belief that the true definition of infinity is God.  God encompasses all that is, was, ever will be, and there can be nothing separate from that entity. God isn't just to us, as we are to an amoeba, God is infinitely more so.  Whatever you are thinking, it is more than that.  And that is just the beginning.  So, I would like to give big ups to the creator.  For if there were not a God, there wouldn't be atheists to say there was no God.

And to think that God actually gives a flip whether or not you believe in Him or not, well, that is to be pretty egotistical.   Its like Justin Beiber giving a flip about whether or not you throw a quarter at him while he is getting attacked whilst playing piano.  He is so way above it.  God has swagger like that.

Today, I got rained out.  No mulching on this day.  So, there will be cleaning, and there will be writing.  Good day to all of you.

Happy crappy spring and the allergies that make it wonderfully miserable

I got all of my bitching for the day out in the title.

I want to talk a little about the nature of reality.  I think that most scientists today are stupid butts.  They are trying to do everything they can to take God out of the equation...and ultimately this is where all scientists fall short.

A vast majority of my scientific heroes for better or worse are atheist.  And almost vehemently so do they try to remove the notion of God and "superstition" from their equations.

This is all good and well, as God is simply out of mankind's grasp.  The bigger and bigger the universe becomes, the larger the scope of God then becomes.  For as huge and complex and insanely improbable that this universe is, there is a much more mysterious and grand and hugely complex intelligence that underlies all things.

We see it in the order from macroscopic to microscopic.  It is the jazz like improvisational genius that guides molecules in their stately waltz which come together in such a way to create proteins, DNA, cell structures, cells, tissues, organs, organ systems....all operating together on a program so complex that it defies human understanding....to the biosphere, the economy, the society, the planet and solarsystem.....yada yada yada...

The computational power behind the universe is so incredibly precise and not random...Scientists will say, in an infinite series of accidental universes there are bound to be those that contain humans and persons such as myself who blog like it is their job.

We understand a lot of the hows in the universe....but we don't understand the whys.

Consciousness and matter are two aspects of one reality.  Consciousness is not an accident that happens as a result of material action.  Consciousness is inherent in the cosmos just as gravity is inherent.  And it takes consciousness to observe reality.  Without the observer, there is no reality.  Just ask Schrödinger's cat.

New season

Now that allergy season is almost over, I will be purchasing no more medicine.  If y'all can suffer through reading this, then I can suffer through a little seasonal allergy pollen.  On this you have my word.

Beautiful Spring Day

I don't want you to think that this is going to be a pity party site.  I don't think that it is and I don't want you to get that impression.  If anything it is a reaffirmation of life, a poem to reality, a love letter to the world.

I embrace all human emotions, the good and the bad.  For if there were no mountain, there would be no valley, and vice versa. 

It is wonderful being me.  Because I am free to do what I want with my life, and enjoy all the results of my actions, good or bad.  I have my youth, my health, my family, my dog....there are so many things to be happy about.

I thought about erasing that last post because it was so negative.  But I won't, because it was a genuine feeling and shouldn't be ignored or disregarded.  The space between optimism and pessimism is razor thin.

I love all of my friends.  Thank you for reaching out, to those of you who did.  Obviously you didn't listen to me about not needing advice, but the gesture is heartwarming.  You know I only break your balls out of love.

Speaking of love, I wish this girl in my dreams would materialize.  I have dreams about her just about every other night.  And I don't even know who she is, or if she exists.

C'est la vie.  I am trying to learn French on top of writing two novels and editing another.  I took a semester of it in college and had the worst professor ever...I will be a better teacher to myself.  I always did fancy myself autodiadactic.  The great one's always were. 

Keep dreaming young Honnold.  Keep Dreaming :)