When I Was A Kid I Fancied DJ From Full House.
(Candace Cameron)
I Had A Major Crush On Her & Thought She Was Incredibly Cute.
Something I Never Expected, Was The Peculiar Feeling Of Being 34 And Still Being Just As Smitten At What Would Legally Be Called A 'Child'
I Should Point Out That My Affection Is A Harmless Admiration Of Her Cuteness And Not The More Adventurous "Tie Her Up & Chuck Her In The Boot Of My Car" Brand Of Attraction.

I Wonder How Different My Life Would Be If I Had A Drivers License...

I Really Miss Going Camping.

Hands Up; All The People Who Think That Whoever Sits In The Whitehouse Has Even The Slightest Power Over What Happens In America?


 - You Write Down On A Piece Of Paper Who You Want To Be The Boss Of Your World, Then Never See That Piece Of Paper Again, It Gets Given To A Chain Of People You Never See And Is Counted On Your Behalf By Another Group Of Faceless Individuals Then Added To The Overall Tally.
The Entire Political Voting Process Holds All Of The Necessary Components Of The Most Basic Misdirection Bluff, I Find It Fascinating That People Are Willing To Put Their Absolute Trust In A System With The Same Faith Principals Behind A Game Of: 'What Number Am I Thinking Of?'

Considering The Outrageous Corruption And Perversions Of Justice Since The Very Beginning Of A Compartmentalized Government Itself, It's AMAZING To Me That The American People Are Still Entirely Willing To Accept That What They Think, Makes The Slightest Bit Of Difference Within The Political Climate, And That Their Elected Officials Wouldn't Chuck Them Under A Bus The Very SECOND Their (Funded) Interests Were Compromised.

But Then, Why Would They Speak For You?
You, Who Have No Monetary Endorsement Behind Your Support Of The Candidate!?

But You Can Be DARN Sure That If Lord Disgustington The Billionaire From Bullshit Manor Suddenly Decided He Wanted To Criminalize The Growing Of Fruit & Vegetables, He Could Slip Someone A Golden Handshake And Have That Made A Law Within The Week.

The Presidential Initiative Is Funded By Company's With Billions Of Dollars To Support Their Interests & Ideals Through The Mouth Of A Puppet.
A Puppet Specifically Designed To Give A Face For The Public To Direct Their Attention Toward,

The President Is Heavily Instructed In Body-Language, Delivery, & His Speeches Are Written For Him.
(Pretty Much The Definition Of Acting)
The President Doesn't Even Have Clearance For The Highest Level Of Governmental Secrecy.

I Fail To See How A Person Being Driven Around In A Limo Cold Possibly Speak For Someone Who Can't Afford Shoes.

It Literally Does NOT Matter 'Who' Is President
What Matters... Is Who Is DRIVING The President!?






(I Don't Mean His Actual Limo Driver....He Checked Out Clean)

Just Look At This Fucking Idiot Would You...

Why The FUCK Would Someone Intentionally Do That To Their Own Head??!?!!
This Person Actually Exists.
I Stole This Photo From Someone's Facebook Because I Wasn't Finished Hating Him Yet.
I Forget Who's Profile I Got This From, I Apologize If It Was You.
I Apologize Not For Stealing The Pic, But Because You Count This Person As A Friend.
Why Didn't You Tell Him That He Looks Like A Petrified Turkey Stuck In A Wind-Tunnel?!!
You Are A BAD Friend!!!

Guns

I'm Just Going To Say It.... I Hate Guns.
Some People Go Through Extraordinary Lengths To Bypass Acknowledging The Fact That Guns Are Specifically Made To Kill.
There Is A LOT Of Debate Surrounding The Subject Of Guns, Yet Even The Most Passionate Gun Advocate Has Yet To Sway My Opinion.
Usually The Most Compelling Argument Is Their Right To Protect Themselves....From Other People With Guns.
Some People Claim That Their Love Of Guns Is Specifically For Target Practice Which I Can Understand.
(What I Can't Understand Is Why The Need For Deadly Ammunition To Shoot At A Target.)

If We Were Able To Tally The Number Of People Who Have Been Shot And Killed With Guns I Can Guarantee There Would Be More Innocent People Killed Than People Who Actually Deserved To Be Shot Dead. - Having Been Accidentally (I Always Assumed It Was Accidental) Shot Twice With A Slug-Gun (By 2 Different People) I Am Only Too Aware Of How Easy It Is To Suddenly Be A Victim Regardless Of Intention.

If I Walked Around Carrying A Box With A Big Red Button On It, That When Pushed Was Capable Of Making You Explode Without Warning , You Would Be Right To Feel Anxious In My Presence And This Is Exactly How I Feel When In The Presence Of Someone Carrying A Weapon. - You Are Taking Liberty With My Safety And You Do NOT Have My Authorization.

I Would LOVE It If Everyone In The World Suddenly Decided Not To Use Guns Anymore.
(Or At Least Traded Their Ammunition, For The Non-Lethal Kind)
Some People Get Furious At That Prospect, Suggesting That It's Not The Gun, It's The Person Pulling The Trigger.
I Suggest It's The Fact That The Person Behind The Gun Was Able To Find A Gun.


What I'm Also Suggesting Is If We Ditch The Weapons We Also Ditch The Unintentional Misery Caused By The Accidental Shootings.
(As Well As Limiting The Massacres That Seem To Be So Fashionable These Days)

If Something I Enjoyed,.. Like The Guitar,...Caused Millions Of Accidental Deaths Each Year.
As A Compassionate Human Being It Would Be My Duty To Let It Go, So That It May Improve The Lives Of Others..
A Small Sacrifice On My Part Would Be Given To The Greater Good.

Until This Fact Is Recognized On A Broad Scale We Will Not Progress As A Species.

Don't You HATE It When You Make A Mess & Then Have To Clean It Up?!
I Mean One Of Those HUGE Filthy Shambles With Broken Pieces Everywhere.
The Sort Of Mess Where The Ratio Of Things Left Unbroken Or Untidy Is LESS Than The Things That Are Unmessy.
To The Point Where You Seriously Consider Knocking Over Whatever Is Left, Just To Make It 100% Ruined.

It Must Be Worse When That Mess Is An Actual Person.
Worse Even, When You Are The Mother Of That Actual Person.
But Even More Worse Even Still, When You Are The Neighbour To That Person.
Nobody Ever Thinks Of The Neighbour To The Human Mess That Lives Next Door.

Unlike His Mother...I Never Agreed To His Existence.
Yet I Still Have To Endure His Defective Taste In 'Music' And The Endless Procession Of Loud Cars Belonging To The Trail Of Zombie-Like Addicts Going Up And Down The Driveway At All Hours Of The Night To Buy Meth. - Apparently He Even Lacks The Cerebral Fortitude Necessary To Realize That Having A Fence Does NOT Block Out His Voice In The Middle Of The Night.

To Look At This Person, You Would Immediately Associate Some Deep Form Of Mongolism With Him.
From The Knuckles Scraping Along The Ground, To The Deep Cro-Mag/Caveman Brow

In One Of My More Compassionate Moments I Considered Going Over There And Trying To Be Someone He Could Open Up To.
Someone To Help Him Delve Into His Own Mind And Sort Out Some Forgotten Childhood Trauma.

But Approaching This Person Is Simply Out Of The Question For A Number Of Reasons:
1) - I Speak English, Using Reason & Logic, With The Intent Of Coming To A Resolution
(Whereas He Speaks In Grunts Using Monosyllabic Communication With The Intent Of Breaking Into My House When I'm Not Here To Steal My Possessions)

2) - His Addiction To The Cheapest And Nastiest Street Drugs Have Eaten Away At The Portion Of His Brain That Processes Thought And Tells Him That Firing His Shotgun Into The Park At Night Time Is A Great Idea.

3) - His Paranoia Has Him Setting Up A Camera For His Driveway, So In Case The Police Show Up He Has An Extra 4 Seconds To Make A Getaway.
(It Didn't Seem To Work Last Night When I Looked Out The Window At 4 In The Morning To Find Their House Swarming With Cops)
Either He Is Completely Paranoid, Or Is Doing Something SO Illegal That It Warrants Having A Deadbolt On His Bedroom Door

4) - Read 1 & 2 Again.


I've Done An Admirable Job Avoiding This Person And Can Proudly Say That After 2 Years (Since His Last Stint In Prison,..I'm Positive He'll Be Back Soon) I Have Managed To Escape Any Conversation/Meeting. - This Has Been Made Difficult By The Fact That His Mother Loves My Family And Would Love Us To Have More To Do With Her/Him/Them.

It's Strange When People Die Isn't It?.
Suddenly Assholes Are Given A Slightly More Dashing Version Of Their History.
Someone Who Is Plainly A Cunt, Is Suddenly 'Misunderstood' - Someone With Anger Problems Is Now 'Moody' & 'Brooding'
There Have Been 3 People I Have Known Personally That Have Died, And When They Passed I Shrugged My Shoulders And Gone 'I Didn't Like Them Anyway'
I'm Sad For The People That Loved Them, But It Seems Impossible For Me To Pretend They Were Any Better Than They Were In Life.

The Gorilla Next Door Is Someone I Can See Who Will Either Be Killed, Or Will Commit Suicide And I Literally Do Not Care.
I'm Not Saying That With Anger, More Of A Perceptive Calculation.
There Is Nowhere That Person Can Go, Without HIM Always Being There.

This Guy Has Been In Prison For Most Of His Life, And In My Opinion Is Simply Waiting To Go Back.
He Has Been FULLY Conditioned To Jail Life And Is Currently Lost In The 'Real World'
Jail Is For People Who Have Trouble With Ego, Bravado, Physical Violence, Threats And Crime - So If You Go To Jail, Its Filled With People Who Celebrate Ego, Bravado, Physical Violence, Threats And Crime. - Depending On How Long You Are In Jail For Will Depend On How Ingrained These Things Are And If You Don't Have The Mental Capacity To Understand Simple Self-Awareness You Will Not Comprehend How To Live Life Without These Despicable Glorified Traits

His Entire Story To Me, Is Similar To The Feeling Of Reading A Book That Is Annoying And Shallow, But You Finish It Anyway Just For The Feeling Of Completion
Almost Like Holding Your Breath Til It Ends.

I Wonder If I'll Read This When He Dies And Feel Differently?

There Aren't Many People Who's Lives Could Be Improved By Suicide, But He Is Certainly One.