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On this day in history…

Posted on Sunday November 3, 2002Friday June 3, 2011 by Eric Brooks

“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?

Mike Fisher for Governor

Posted on Saturday November 2, 2002Friday June 3, 2011 by Eric Brooks

Why am I standing behind Mike Fisher for Governor?

Because as PA Attorney General, Mike Fisher got the job done. He’ll do the same as Governor of PA.

Consider all of the New Yorkers who moved here… and was SWINDLED by the various builder scams like Y-Rent. When certain unnamed politicians (*cough*the district attorney*cough*) basically laughed at New Yorkers… and then jumped on the bandwagon when they saw a popular movement going on….
Fisher was ready to take action all along.

Solid plan on Education taxes – If you have lived in the Poconos for any extended period of time, you are KILLED WITH PROPERTY TAXES. Get a Democrat in Harrisburg right now, and taxes will go through the roof. While Mike Fisher, honestly “wont rule it out any options”, he has offered some solid alternatives to fund public education which now currently are derived MAINLY from property taxes.

Unlike the “charasmatic and well-funded” Rendell, Mike Fisher is not a “professional politician”. He sees action needs to be taken, and he does it. His track record as PA Attorney General says it all.

And most importantly…

When my wife was swindled and bought a bad business. It brought on a hellstorm of fines, potential lawsuits, and a lot of shafted customers by the previous owner of the company….When the popular thing to do was to drag my wife through court case after court case, fines, penalties, incarceration before trials, and LIVING HELL (mostly due to the incompetence and ignorance of the Monroe County District Attorney’s office.) only to have the cases closed because she wasn’t the one responsible for all of the deposits taken, and jobs not finished…PA Attorney General Mike Fisher worked with her. He read each and every complaint, went through all of our legal documents, sifted through the case with a fine tooth comb to see who was the REAL CRIMINAL responsible in all of these cases….

This paved the way for New Jersey homeowners to sue the person responsible. New Jersey saw justice done… while PA will remain conned and shafted, thanks to our MORONIC local government and District Attorney.

Time for a change in Pennsylvania.
As far my family is concerned, we owe Mike Fisher a large debt of gratitude.
And WE’RE voting for him for Governor.

Pocono Minute

Posted on Wednesday October 30, 2002Friday June 3, 2011 by Eric Brooks

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!

Why nobody likes me (Part 2,153)

Posted on Wednesday October 30, 2002Friday June 3, 2011 by Eric Brooks

(As always, I’m posting on a time-delay due to hospital restrictions)

So, Friday was “Employee Appreciation Day“. Always a cool thing they do here every year… free food, raffles, door prizes, your supervisor serves you. Tres kewl.

Best of all: FREE COKES IN THE VENDING MACHINE!!!!!

Yadda, yadda, yadda. Friday’s done.
Saturday morning, I come in… and much to my surprise, the vending machine is *STILL* dispensing free soda.

WOO HOO! Breakfast is served.
Continue reading “Why nobody likes me (Part 2,153)”

Second Step Program

Posted on Friday October 18, 2002Friday June 3, 2011 by Eric Brooks

Forgive me, as this may take several drafts, I’m kind of distracted these days.

We had a function at the school on Wednesday, a spaghetti dinner for charity.

Mainly it was for a very young and attractive teacher to explain the Second Step Program. She seemed to pay extra attention to me during the dinner, and while giving the presentation, and it was hard to concentrate past her sparkling green eyes and her conservatively dressed, yet oh-so-gropable body.

What was I talking about? Oh yeah, the Second Step Program.
Anyway, I think it’s an interesting concept where kids are taught to resolve conflicts with empathy… basically getting inside the other person’s head and knowing how they feel. To systematically examine the problem and *both parties* work together to resolve it.

A lot of words were lost, as I was (as usual) doing another 48 hour day, and I could swear her blouse was unbuttoning by my sheer mental telepathy.

I can see this going one of two ways. I had a pretty fucked up childhood. I think most of us did, when you look back… being intimidated by bullies, made fun of, rejection, inadequacy…

Well, eye contact was out of the question… they were too dazzling, and the exploding peek-a-boo hooters forced me to keep drifting off into thoughts of fucking her brains out right there in front of the very uptight crowd… to I tried concentrating on what she said by watching her mouth. Those soft, moist, full lips, her eager… wet… mouth… just….

OH GOD… BRB!!!!

Okay, I’m back… where was I?
Oh yeah (I’m clear-headed now.)

I’m trying to imagine a world where kids are taught early on to resolve conflicts with cold reasoning, bullies putting themselves in the victim’s position and not picking on them anymore….

At face value, I think that’s awesome.

On the other hand, we ARE who we ARE, because of these traumatic childhood experiences.

Would I be as creative as I am now, if I didn’t retreat into a fantasy world as a kid?

Would I be as over-protective of my family as I am if I wasn’t fucked with and constantly tormented?

Would I be able to handle some of the situations I’ve been in with the same balls of steel if it *WEREN’T* for the trials by fire I had to endure early on?

I don’t know, I am so tossed up about this program. While every one is thinking about all the future Jeffrey Dahmers and D.C. Snipers being averted, I wonder how many kids will use the skill of “getting inside people’s heads” and becoming future Hannibal Lechters?

Everyone sees a future of peace and harmony, and I’m seeing a generation of wimps not knowing what to do during a terrorist attack or a hostile army taking over.

In the immortal words of Captain Kirk: “I NEED my pain.”
I need my creativity, my wits, & my borderline-insanity to survive.
I needed the events that shaped me into who I am… ‘cuz I kinda like me.

I dunno, somebody give me some perspective here… tell me what *YOU* think about the program. Considering homicide is the #2 cause of death of our 12 to 24 year olds… maybe teaching kids to control their impulses and emotions early on is a good thing. Maybe I’m not seeing the big picture here, or are these people just too optimistic as I feel there will *ALWAYS* be a predator somewhere in the shadows of our society???

I wonder if she’s listed in the phone book? :0)

Obsession (My life in brief)…

Posted on Thursday October 3, 2002Friday June 3, 2011 by Eric Brooks

Dammit to hell…
This program will work, I will not be sick, I will not die, and I will have yet another publication fully automated by Friday!!!!

I am so run down….

Running on one one less pint of blood doesn’t help either. Monday was the company blood drive & I forgot all about it until I saw my appointment card… no sleep, no food, give blood. Why not? Only 16 employees gave blood, and the woman coordinating it was begging us to stay committed.

What a difference from last year where I went to three places, and they either ran out of bags, or the line went around the block to a four hour wait…

My arm is all bruised and I look like a heroin addict. But hey…. I’m saving a life somewhere, and that’s always cool.

* Here’s the problem… I don’t bruise. I never bruise. And I sure as hell wouldn’t stay bruised three days later. Something is wrong with me, but I got no time for that right now… only the coroner will know for sure.

* Had a photo shoot on Tuesday, all attempts to download the damn picture has failed… that’s what I get for zipping and rushing up upload them to my private network folder… oh well, I’ll get them tomorrow.

* Searing mouth pain… years of grinding my teeth from stress, has caused me to lose most of my back molars. Every now and then, I find me pulling cracked pieces of teeth out with my bare hands, as the blinding pain makes be temporarily lose my concentration. Other pieces fall in to the crevices and get wedged into exposed nerves and cause abscesses. I usually unwedge them with a straw. (No one wants to drink from my soda after that, wonder why?) Now that I have medical coverage, time to see a dentist, no?

* Batgrl & Beckett are safely evacuated… Hurricane Lili has been downgraded to a Category 3 storm and is expected to hit Louisiana and Texas any minute now… good thoughts her way.

Uhm, where was I? Oh yeah…. CODING!
*back to ignoring all of you….*

Ugh… it’s that month again.

Posted on Tuesday October 1, 2002Friday June 3, 2011 by Eric Brooks

The unimaginable happens to me and those close to me every October. This is the month where the “worst case scenario” is almost a guarantee. Here in Anarchtica, it is to the benefit of all elected officials that statistics are in the extremes…

If you are in front of a judge this month, you are guaranteed to be incarcerated for even the tiniest of infractions. Prisons are filled to the brim this month, as judges, district attorneys, and anyone else up for re-election can boast of their “high conviction rates”, “low crime”, and how they’ve “taken criminals off the streets”.

You are nothing more than a sacrificial lamb for their statistics. You’re not quite innocent, but you are *definitely* not the hardened criminal they make you out to be. You are run through the system as “just a number”…

…and your family can’t do a damn thing about it.

Come November, the incumbents will win in a landslide…
Why? Because those living a trouble-free life will buy into this PR bullshit.

The recipients of this heavy-handed justice aren’t allowed near a voting booth for at least 60 days. Their family’s spirits are too broken to even consider voting these jokers out of office, though they should anyway.

Their voices will never be heard and their stories will never be told.
It’s a win-win situation for the truly corrupt.
It’s set up that way.

Not to worry. All is fine in my world…
At least that I know of. There’s nothing pending for any of us.

It was finished in my war last year, where losing meant “losing everything”. Victory over that war came at an unimaginable price to so many people around me.

Like I said, this is the month where the “inconceivable” happens.

There are still the bad guys, and old scores to settle. New plots of retaliation. I sit quietly in the darkness, with my glistening blade, and wait for them to come.

Welcome to my dark and scary world.

I approach October with baited breath, apprehension, and all the bitterness of days gone past.

I hate October.
But bring it on anyway.

Parenting for dummies…

Posted on Friday September 27, 2002Friday June 3, 2011 by Eric Brooks

We interrupt our latest obsession with macro codes and visual basic programming to bring the following tip for people who have no business reproducing….

“Milton, Fla., police Detective Mike Daughtery told the Associated Press the dying boy said Hoffman and his mother kept him mostly in one room, beat him every day, only fed him scraps and didn’t let him out of the house to go to school or see friends…”

When you feed your child, love them and care for them…. they live.

When you starve them for five months, beat them repeatedly and ship them on a bus across the country, where strangers take them in, as they’re described as “looking like a holocaust victim”… well, they tend to die.

Any questions?

A little local news to bring some pride to my adopted Police Statehometown.
*sigh* :0(

This post will go bye-bye…

Posted on Tuesday September 17, 2002 by Eric Brooks

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.]

I’m too friggin’ tired to be profound..

Posted on Tuesday September 17, 2002 by Eric Brooks

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.

WHUZZUP!

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