MORE letters to -e-

Dear e:
I am in second grade. I have a boy in my skool and HE IS MEAN. His name is Troy and he is always pickin on me and pulleing my hair! At lunch, he nocks my food off my tray and makes fun of me with all his friends.
I HATE HIM SO MUCH!!!!
Should I have my daddy beat him up, or can you recomend someone that can make him “disappeare” at a reasonable rate?

Love,
Amanda

Dear Amanda:
No. No. No. If your daddy lays a finger on him, he’s going to jail.

To hire a, uh, “Private Contractor”, can be very pricy, and not many of them will do kids. Besides, no one will know you had something to do with Troy’s “dissappearance”, so what will stop one of Troy’s friends from picking on you next? Your daddy will become bankrupt having all these kids whacked, and your teacher may get suspicious.

I forwarded this letter to my friends Batgrl and Skarlet. They’re teachers, and they’re trained to deal with such matters. They both unanimously wrote back: “Oh! That is so adorable, he likes her!” (It is so freaky writing to the two of them simultaneously… I tell ya!).

Gee. Thanks girls. *I* could have told her that!
I got a kid being pummeled here, wanna help me out?

They *both* recommended letting nature take it’s course, and you will see a change in Troy’s demeanor toward you by Junior High.

Fuck that. I say we teach the little fucker WHO’S THE BOSS NOW, Amanda. Ready?
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As an added service here, I’ve decided that maybe it’s time to answer some letters. It is the hope of the mangement here that this will aid in my early parole, or at least a shorter sentence making this world a better place.

Dear e:
I am still upset. My haloween costume came with a gun. My mommy wouldn’t let me take it with me on haloween. She says guns are not toys and they are bad. My daddy says this is wrong, as he has a lot of big guns at his howse that he lets me play with. Who should I listen to? Furthermore what is your stance on the current statute of gun control laws? Should they be stricter?

Billy     


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On this day in history…

“Some say I’ve lost my mind…
I simply think I’ve just become a very dangerous person.

I’m down… but I sure as hell ain’t out. ”
– gOdOfMiScHiEf, Saturday, November 03, 2001 3:30 PM –

On a tiny little page on Blogspot (then Geocities, then Surreally), those cryptic words launched Enemy of the State one year ago today…

Enemy of the State

Words of a broken man who lost all hope, on the edge, and had to get online and vent before he went insane.

Whatever happened to that guy, anyway? I heard he died of “excessive whining”… is that possible?

Halloween Redux

My apologies for these pictures being crappy, but the pictures will be deleted by morning. There’s either something wrong with the camera, or I am even more inept than I give myself credit for…

So we got the two punkers, Belle, a Genie, and Zorro…

I was most impressed with the boy’s choice of a costume. He could have been Batman, or Spiderman. But he chose this because he liked the sword. He’s only able to slice lemons in quarters when you toss them at him, but I’m sure with a little practice he’ll get better.

I honestly have no idea where he gets this stuff from…

What the people want…

A simple campaign strategy works wonders:

If you show me your boobs, I will vote for you.
If said boobs should also happen to be attached to a face like Michele’s, I will keep deleting the cookies in my computer and vote for you repeatedly.

Simple.

Now why am I not in this “MOST HAWKISH AND BLOODY-HUNGRY blog in the entire blogosphere” contest on Daily Pundit?

Oh right. Nobody’s ever heard of me.
I’ve really gotta stop changing names and personas.

Perhaps you all remember the gOdOfMiScHiEf, or Rik Havyk? Or perhaps other names I’ve carried throughout history: LoKi, Astaroth, Vlad Tepes…

….DOES FUCKING SATAN RING A BELL??!!!??

*sigh* I’m gonna die in obscurity again… watch.

Let the voting begin!!!!

WOO HOO!!!
GO KELLY LEWIS!!!!!
(Alright, I’m allowing ONE incumbent to stay in office… shut up.)

…. uh oh.

Pretty funny.
Due to some kind of a glitch, Eastern Poconos Community News doesn’t seem to be on the racks today, yet they have their website updated. I wonder how that was possible???

*Kisses his new macro program when no one is looking. Hee hee*

Pocono Minute

It was a lovely brisk morning in downtown Stroudsburg, today. The foliage, amid the freshly fallen snow last night, had given our town a “Rockwell-esque” setting.

With my two buttered rolls and my morning soda, I briskly hurried to work.

The school crossing guard greeted me with “Have a nice day sir!”
I froze in my tracks and said to myself “What the fuck??!!??”

Look. I’m from the streets of Brooklyn… N-Y-C, okay?
I’ve had a *lot* of people try to scam and rob me, always engaging in a conversation first…

I never woulda expected it from some 142 year old crossing guard.

Yo, I was putting a stop to this shit. Do not pass go. Nuh-uh.

My first impulse was to pull out my .9mm, and cock the thing against her old, wrinkled forehead (just to scare the shit out of her), but I said, “nah”… she’d, like, die of a fucking heart attack, and somebody would blame me… watch.

So I just decided to chill, and just confront the old bitch. If she tried something, take my watch, or anything, I’d bitchslap her into the next township….

“Yo, what did you fucking say to me???”, I said politely, yet assertively.

“Excuse me???”, she blinks innocently.
Oh, she’s good. I decide to change my approach.

“Lemme ask you something, do you think you’re setting a good example to these kids by talking to a TOTAL FUCKING STRANGER????”
*start knocking on her grey skull*, “Heeellllloooooo????”

“AAAAAAAAH! Get away from me, you lunatic!!!! Or I’ll get the cops” she retorts back.

“I thought so.”, I said.
Shrugged my shoulders and left.

Later on, I heard her at the deli. Bantering on and on about how New Yorkers are ruining the Poconos with their bad attitudes…

Heeeeeey, I got yer “attitude” right here, ya old bitch!

Is it time for another friggin update??!!?

You know… I’m one of those guys, that if he has nothing to say, he doesn’t post.

But given my wild lifestyle and track history, that gives a lot of CyberPals cause to panic… so here’s what’s on my plate:

  • My digital empire is coming back with a vengeance – If you knew where to look right now, you can have access to over 3,000 True Type Fonts. The database test has been tested tonight, and it’s gonna rock.
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  • Ghosts of Halloween past

    An entire orchestra in KISS makeup????
    Sounds wild, Batgrl!

    So far, my October has been QUIET and UNEVENTFUL… just the way I like it. (for anyone that recalls, my war with this State began a year ago last week.) If anything, we’ve been given some promising news in January… but I’m still waiting for the other shoe to drop.

    So let’s drift back to…
    Halloween 1986 – Like most of the 80’s, it was a great time to be alive. My buddies and I did our usual tradition, and hit Greenwich Village (N.Y.C.) for the annual parade…

  • On the M Train heading to the Village from Brooklyn
  • Me with Mike and Tony causing mayhem on the streets of N.Y.C.
  • It was a fun night. The parade rocked… The Village People were on a float, they were playing the Palladium that night for (yet another) comeback. Cars were trying to get through the streets and the crowd was smashing thier windshields in. Don’t bother calling the cops, cuz they couldn’t get through either.

    We also crashed a party where I met a hot looking spanish woman in a tiger costume… mrrrrrowr! It all had the makings of the movie “Bachelor Party”. Remember the one guy who was getting a divorce and was trying to kill himself all night…? That role was played by one of my friends (not in the pics), who was just dumped by a girlfriend, and he just kept drinking himself into a stupor (he can’t drink, btw). He spent the night over a toilet praying for the sweet release of death.

    Lotsa fun!
    (And like the movie, Tom Hanks didn’t get laid that night either… other than that, a great night!)

    I’m not Luther

    Not I’m not.
    Nobody is Luther.
    Sometimes *Luther* isn’t even Luther.

    But I can sing, and sing I will.
    For the first time in Lord knows how long I will be Karaoke-ing tonite.

    Of course there will be anything on the list done by George Michael or a Brothers Gibb… maybe some Earth, Wind and Fire (the last time I did “Boogie Wonderland” I swear that damn song went on for an hour… had three rounds of applause as I kept sitting down, only to find out it was just a musical interlude….

    How long is that damn song anyway??!!??)

    Perhaps I can stick around long enough to do my national-anthem-that-I-have-yet-to sing, “Play That Funky Music White Boy“….

    If I do “One In A Million You” again, I will get laid for sure…
    Hopefully the Mrs. will be there to hear me sing it this time. :0)

    Any requests?

    Nico poses the following theory:
    “people who talk the most about sex is the ones who has less of it. ”

    *blinks. Looks around.*

    Anyway, back to sex talk…

    I do humbly apologize for the previous post. Could have been a great discussion about the Second Step Program… but instead I was sidetracked by the soft, juicy body radiant beauty of the young woman presenting it.

    That was strange, like she was giving off pheremones, or something.

    Probably one of three times in my life where I can actually taste my prey, and thought of nothing but pumping her silly I’ve gotten infatuated like that.

    She did pay me extra attention though. I could ask the other daddies there if they sensed the same thing. I dunno, it was weird, and it seems to be reduced to masturbating over her only two times a day subsiding.

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