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17th September 2010

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Ain’t life a bitch?

Ain’t life a bitch?

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17th September 2010

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Sing Song

I was just on Facebook messing around, I came across my friend Donald Dinsmore’s journal postings. He wrote some weird ass satanic metal lyrics that felt a little lacking in depth, so I decided to wedge myself into a collaboration with him. Knowing him, he’ll probably laugh at it and then delete it because he’s jealous of my awesomesauce, so I’m posting it here.

He titled it “Hope Beneath The Ground”

Here’s his part:

fuck it its all over now with a blade of hope as the red dreams bleed and the sky’s fall apon the innocent as the weak laid in rivers and the demons 6 feet in all rein with the guilty in the end

Here’s mine:

Those are some dope rap lyrics, yo. I gots the next verse.

Eh yo,

Blood and brain on the tip of my bone,
Cry while I fuck you, sub-zero cold in your dome.
Demons wrought the nightmares in my dream,
even the silent mutes gonna scream.

I’m so horny I’ll fuck anything that moves,
Luckily I don’t have to ‘cause I’m sick skilled with this machette.
Cut your legs off and invite your mom over for dinner,
You know she always made the best spaghetti.

You say that your life is like an open book,
well, I read it and it ain’t worth a second look.
Then you cry “don’t judge a book my it’s cover”,
Then how ‘bout I take a shit on you, motherfucker.

(Chorus)

Blood blood blood and death and shit,
Taco Bell makes a wicked ass chalupa.
Kill kill kill and satan and dreams,
Oh shit I’m late on my child support payments.
Sin sin sin and murder and rivers,
Oprah starts at 6, hope I set my Tivo.

(Chorus Ends)

You think you know what this shit’s all about?
Unh-uh, your ass is just itchin’ from a bad case of gout.
My satanic bible gave me all the instructions I need,
Lucky for you I never learned how to read.

WEST SIDE!

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16th September 2010

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Da truff (er sumfin’ loike it)

First, the link. http://www.staradvertiser.com/news/breaking/Iroquis_man_who_was_subdued_by_police_using_a_Taser_is_charged.html

By the way, that is the longest title for a link I have ever seen.

Where do I begin? First of all, that man in the story, Jacob Wilder, that was a very good friend of mine. We had a strange falling out a couple of months before I left active duty in Hawaii, back in 2008. This story does not surprise me in the least though.

Jake and his wife (her name is Holly, by the way) have a very strange, abusive, passionate, fucked up kind of relationship. In fact, I’m fairly positive that the two of them have varying degrees of chemical imbalances. They are hopelessly emotionally dependent on each other and yet, they do everything they can to hurt one another. I’m not going to divulge tidbits in example in order to elaborate my point, you’ll just have to take my word for it.

The point I want to stress is this; there are always two sides to a story and no matter how hard in can be to see, don’t be so quick to judge someone. I can assure you that Mr. Wilder did not just suddenly snap and begin to hold his wife hostage while threatening to kill her and make “terroristic threats” (which is just a catch-all term American government uses to pin another charge on top of someone, and it’s been totally abused ever since it passed after 9/11) against whomever.

Some of the comments I’m reading on the internet where this story has been posted by various newspapers are absolutely infuriating. I take it with a grain of salt though, as 90% of the internet consists of much douchebaggery. According to my research:

Here’s an example:

the police should shoot to KILL…………………..thats the only way to deal with SCUMBAGS such as this…..gee,..why spend money on these guns if they are not going to use it….we should also bring back the DEATH PENALTY….we have to many idiotic morons in this state

Oh, hey yeah! Let’s kill everyone who acts like an idiot. That will solve all the problems in the world! Derp!

I can safely say that after having lived in Hawaii for 4 years, it is almost totally full of “idiotic morons”. If you wanted to kill all of them, it would take more than a single gun. Might I recommend an atomic bomb? That will surely yield the death toll you so lustfully seek.

To the police officer that fired so that he would not hit Mr. Wilder, I thank you. I know you did it on purpose. To the other officers who used non-lethal tactics, thank you. Something they probably did not mention in the story is that the two of them have 3 children. Maybe 4, I don’t even know anymore. I can’t imagine what it would be like to grow up knowing that your father did this crazy thing one day and then was murdered by the police. I mean, they’re probably going to have a messed up life as it is, but at least now they still have a living, breathing father to talk to. And at least now, Mr. Wilder has a chance to defend himself and set the story straight. He didn’t always do things with a clear thought process.

Please, Jake, get your shit together.

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15th September 2010

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Da beginnin’.

Welcome.

I’m assuming this is my first post in my very own shiny new blog. I say “asssuming” because despite what most people seem to think about me, (and despite the thick glasses I generally wear) I am not that computer savvy. So, I clicked on what looked like the posting button. Let’s hope my assumption was correct.

Blah blah blah. On to the good stuff.

I think I prefer typing out on a blog versus writing in an old fashion journal. Don’t get me wrong, there’s something nostalgic about scribbling out pages of text, but blogging is so much easier for my hands to keep up with my brain. And my brain, as you will see, is quite erratic at times.

So, excuse me for a moment while I kick my feet back, soak up my surroundings and get comfortable. Blogging is new to me, so it may take me some time before I get use to it. This will likely be the one place where I am the most open and public about my thoughts and feelings on, well, everything. You might be surprised by some of it, you might not be; but I’m doing this for me. I’m trying to take a more pro-active approach to my life, rather than to just be content on existing. Consider it my own philosophical self-exploration.

Some people lead interesting lives, others believe that their lives are interesting. The goal, for me, is to fall somewhere in between there.