July 7, 2007

Crispy Critter

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At the beach

Originally uploaded by rmiles

Bullshit!

Americans are Americans plain and simple.  I’m sick and tired of hearing African
American, Asian American, Mexican American, Hispanic American, whatever, etc,
etc, bla bla bla.

I’m also sick and tired of hearing about Slavery and
Reparations. Slavery was, and is, wrong, but I did not participate. I DID NOT
PARTICIPATE!

Some Americans continue to rant and rave about slavery and
injustice.  Well here’s one for
you.  The Europeans, climbed aboard
boats, sailed into the sunset, and basically stole two continents from the
natives.

What do you think about that?

I think sometimes people confuse injustice with
progress.  I guess it’s all a matter of
perspective.  Remember, I said
“sometimes”

And for the record: 
Some Americans tell other Americans to “go back to somewhere”. This is
incorrect because 99% of the Americans being told to “go back” have never been
to somewhere in the first place.  So,
how could they go back?

If you want to tell someone to go back to somewhere, first
ensure they’ve been there before, or just drop the back and you’ll be cool.

On an unrelated matter: 
Blogging for money, in my opinion, is just as fucked up.  It’s like paying someone to be your
friend…or, fucking for money, which means you, would be a whore.

Brings new meaning to “a penny for your thoughts”.

If someone said to me, “I’ll give you some money for your
opinion on this or that issue…I’ll bitchslap you ass quicker than you can get
out of the way”.  99% of the bloggers I
read can’t write worth a shit anyway…including me.  They couldn’t get published at gunpoint. Does that stop me from
stopping by?  NO.  I just think everyone needs to keep things
in perspective.  If you want to make
some cash for your opinions…write a fucking book.  Opinions should NOT be for sale. 
As soon as people start selling their opinions on the Internet, and
people start buying them, we are fucked.

Anyone who solicits money for their opinions can kiss my ass.

So, for any of you who think your opinions are worth money…I
say Fuck You.  I will not pay a dime.

I have many opinions on just about everything…but I’ll
express them freely, for free…thank you very much.

I think…well never mind what I think, but if you send me some money…I’ll tell you.

Hey Richard…buy you and your wife a couple of beers and shots on me, and we’ll get cleaned up the next time our paths cross.

I’ll be back later.

Cool Runnings!!!

This story gives a whole new meaning to “suprise” party:

“A Belgian man appeared in court on Friday after a woman at his dinner party found the bodies of his wife and stepson in the freezer as she put away the leftovers, prosecutors said. The woman went to the police after discovering the 46-year-old woman and her 11-year-old son and officers arrested the man in the town of Verviers, near Liege in east Belgium, on Wednesday. “She went to the freezer and that is what she saw. She then alerted the police,” said Georges Lahaye of the local public prosecutors’ office.”

I’ve been to some WILD parties in my day, but never THAT wild. I’m guessing that lady friend won’t go back to any of his dinner parties in the future.

From what I have witnessed around these parts, it’s still hard for individuals with disabilities to find a decent job in this day and age. With the proper support and perhaps a modification to the process or work area, these individuals can and will do a great job. A friend sent me the link to this story about Walgreen’s, which proves that point exactly. 

I tip my hat to this company for making the accommodations necessary to employ a diverse workforce and in the process, getting a 20% higher efficiency from this particular distribution plant. They are smart enough to realize the talent and potential of this under utilized group of people. Other companies are starting to take notice and this gives me great hope for the future for my daughter and for many other talented individuals who may not have otherwise been able to find gainful employment.

Oh hi.  How ya doin’?  Mr. Fabulous here.  Richard asked me to keep an eye on things while he is putting together the final pieces in his diabolical plan to achieve world domination on vacation.

I’m pretty busy, so my first inclination was to politely decline.  But Richard strikes me as the kind of guy who doesn’t take “no” for an answer.  Plus in every photo I’ve seen of him he looks like he could kick my pasty white ass and not even break a sweat.

I couldn’t agree fast enough.

So I really think it was out of line for Richard to kidnap Mrs. Fab and keep her imprisoned in his secret mountain fortress as insurance that I would indeed guest post.  Whatever happened to taking a man at his word?

Hang in there honey, you’ll be home soon.

At first glance Richard and I don’t seem to have much in common.  He can be pretty political, he sometimes writes about serious stuff, and you always know where he stands.  I, on the other hand, like to sit in the backyard and tickle my toes.

But if you dig a little deeper you will see that Richard and I are actually quite a bit alike.  We both love South African gay porn.  We both love the vocal stylings of Tony Orlando and Dawn.  And we both love to pour Jim Beam on our morning Wheaties.

Plus we are both charter members of the Hello Kitty Fan Club.

Okay, I posted.  You can let her go, Richard.  Richard?