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(Does this sound like anyone you know? I can think of at least five people off the top of my head….)
Idiot: “Dammit to hell, this ‘Freedom of Speech’ stuff is bullshit. We don’t have it!”
Me: “Sure we do.”
Idiot: “Everytime I open my mouth, someone attacks me in my comments.”
Me: “Well, they have freedom of speech too, remember?”
Idiot: “It’s not RIGHT!!!!”
Me: “Yeah, that “freedom” stuff is a bitch, ain’t it?”
Continue reading “The First Amendment for dummies.”
I have to remove his link here at work, so I figure I’ll bookmark this here since I can hear internet radio at home.
All About This with Tony DelVecchio
Tony DelVecchio is a man who learned long ago to take life with a sense of humor, and to survive it by living by his wits. He grew up in a tough Italian neighborhood in Newark, New Jersey.
How can you *NOT* love this guy?
Chloe is back (well, sorta. That and the NEPA blog seems to phase in & out of reality. But I saw it last night, with a new post on Watermelon Punch for the first time since Aug. 16th. Really.)
Any clue on the status of Kira or Mr. Larry, anyone?
(I’ve known about Mr. Larry for a while… I just figured he took a break after coming back from South America)
Jon visits Louisiana?
Batgrl dating a blogger?
Batgrl and Jon Sullivan?
Is the world ready for this?
THIS JUST IN: Woman calls in sick from work.
But here’s the kicker. Get this…. She actually *WAS* sick. (???)
No, No, NO Maria!!!!! You NEVER waste your sick days actually being “sick”. Sick days are for when you want to go to a baseball game, or play hooky from work, and don’t want to use up any of your personal days or vacation time.
You know, you do the “sick voice” (*cough* *cough* …like you’re *REALLY* fooling your boss. Come on! They make you do twice as much work tomorrow, no biggie.)
Tomorrow, I will attempt to explain why I can’t seem to hold a job down longer than six months. :0)
There’s no comments on this post, because like the post below, it will be safely tucked away where it belongs. Where no one needs to see it.
Just so there’s no speculation, or rumors, let me just get this out.
My wife was four months pregnant.
She checked into the hospital two days ago to check out the numbness in her fingers. The sonogram didn’t detect a heartbeat.
The constant stress and pressure of our lives proved to be too much, and the baby died. My wife is also believed to be diagnosed with the early stages of multiple sclerosis.
Many of you know, and the outpouring of love from the web community has been overwhelming.
I just wanted you all to know that we’re home from the hospital, and the procedure went well. The Mrs. is fine.
The fetus was too small to determine the sex… so we have named him/her “Angel”. There will be a memorial service here with the family as everyone is devastated.
The web right now… is irrelevant.
My family needs me.
Thank you all, and I love you all very much.
-e & family –
[This post will self-destruct by dawn.
This is a side of me that no one will ever be allowed to see anymore.]
Tomorrow, something upbeat, gossipy, and whimsical…
Just I don’t have the time and I’m exhausted.
I’m fine, guys. Faith can even tell you, when she called to check up on me & the Mrs., that I’m all perky and stuff.
However, there are others in the family that *could* use your prayers and good thoughts… and as always, I’ll be in your debt for it. Details have been sketchy, and that’s only because there are certain things I am no longer allowed to talk about, as you all know…. but most of you pieced the puzzle together. You guys are truly wonderful. Thank you.
Just wanted to share a little tibit of knowledge I’ve learned in the past 24+ hours, and maybe this will help someone down the line:
Sometimes things don’t *have* to have a reason for it to happen.
It just happens.
(A conversation in the darkness)
“I did good, right?”
“You didn’t have to. We would have fought the armies of Hell for you.”
“I know… but there’s enough going on.”
“You didn’t have to do this. You were meant to be.”
“Apparently not. Hey, there’s an reason for all of this. We just don’t know it yet.”
You inherited my uncanny ability of bad timing…
And my sense of self-sacrifice.
Off to the Heavens, my little warrior angel….
Daddy will always love you.
All right. It’s official.
The War on Terrorism has gone too far.
A passenger who spent a long time in an airplane toilet Wednesday prompted a security alert and full search of the Lufthansa plane, the airline said.
(Link Via Dr. D)
So now being on the potty too long makes you a terrorist suspect?
What a crock of shit!
Ok. I understand that a large percentage of the people reading this are female, and you might not get the GLOBAL SIGNIFICANCE of this event. (Or you don’t give a crap.)
A man’s potty time is sacred.
It is a time where he gets to sit down, read, and quietly become one with his thoughts. It is a time for somber reflection.
It is our GOD GIVEN RIGHT!
It’s in the, er, Constitution. I’m pretty sure of that.
And now some paranoid fruitcakes are trying to take that away from us just for the sake of global security????
Take too long, open the door, to be greeted with an automatic weapon in your face???? Thrown against a wall, and searched (the article didn’t specify a “full cavity search”)????
What’s next? Make us piss sitting down, so we’re less threatening if they barge in?
I SAY THEE NAY!!!!!
I draw the line at this latest attempts to , uhm, flush our… rights down… (well you get the idea.)
People of the world need to relax.
Nowhere, in our human history, has a terrorist successfully shit out a grenade, an AK-47, or a Laws Rocket Launcher.
It is IMPOSSIBLE to poop out a weapon of MASS-DESTRUCTION.
(Well, that can be debated if they don’t close the door quick enough.)
And if they could… the one handling the weapon would bring the word “Holy Martyr” to a whole new level.
While I of course, have very stong feelings on this issue, I, of course will not lead a protest or anything (who the hell wants to be remembered for fighting for “Potty Rights”?)… so I have offered the following suggestion(s):
New suggested procedure for Airlines and law enforcement officials:
1. *knock on door*
2. Flight Attendant: “Is everything alright sir?”
3. Possible responses:
Only *ONE* of those responses would warrant the proper authorities (one may warrant the papparazzi… buuut…). If you don’t know which response that would be, you have no business being in your chosen field.
Men of the world will *NOT* stand, er, sit, er STAND FOR THIS INFRINGEMENT ON OUR RIGHTS!
Fuck it, you get the point.
You can see why public speaking on this issue will only give the crowd the giggles. Maybe go after those *running* for office?
We were all watching the local news out here Friday, when we stumbled onto the image of a man sentenced to life for murder on the screen.
Melissa is about 98% sure he was one of the clowns that robbed her last summer.
On the plus side, justice is served as this guy will never see the light of day, and there’s no need for her, another friend working there, and two teenage kids needing to testify about the harrowing night they were forced on the floor at gunpoint and robbed…
On the down side, they know now that one of those men were *already* wanted for murder, and would have killed them without hesitating.
Aaah… never a dull moment in my world.
Ok…
Well, when I transferred this site completely over to Faith’s servers I lost a lot of stuff. Why? Because I’m a moron an idiot a very forgetful person who sometimes doesn’t back things up.
I had to redo the templates from scratch, had to find some place where hopefully my archives were stored.
I had everything running perfectly, archives restored. Templates re-done. Then I had a problem with MT here, uninstalled everything… and AGAIN had to start from sctratch.
Like duh.
Well anyway, everything is back but most of the names from my notify list. I have no way of retrieving that back. So if you haven’t recieved an email update of this blog lately… well, now you know I’m a moron why. If you can please fill out the form again, I would *SO* appreciate it.
Like I said yesterday… time to move on. :0)
I have plenty of posts in my drafts here on MT to keep me going for a week.
No stupid weblog is worth me either losing my job, or having those I love more than life itself, taken away from me again.
Well, this will be my last ever post with Kare or Nico in it.
Kare talks of contacting my boss, knowing damn well he has nothing to do with this site, neither does my ISP host it.
She also talks of “other avenues” she can take if that doesn’t work.
I know damn well what that means. They don’t deserve this shit, but you don’t care. I ignored your garbage for the longest time, so you resort to attacking those closest to me.
She’s in a tizzy over a post from a week ago, and is demanding her link removed. This comes from the same person famous for saying “I have the right to say whatever I want. If you don’t like it, don’t come here.”
Apparently, I *DON’T* have that right. Or to even simply link to a page where she’s bashing me. At least not without a cost of something important.
Continue reading “Congratulations. You win.”
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