Ugh… it’s that *month* again.

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…

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(

Obessive, reclusive, psycho boy

Hello.
It’s me again.

All is well here in LoKi Land, not to worry.

I am currently in “full-blown-obsesessed-with-a-project” mode. You know the kind where you don’t eat or sleep for days…. until the job is done.

I am re-doing a lot of the programming with our online sites, and the end result can be quite lucrative.

My beneficiaries will be set for life.

*sticks face back into computer screen, and continues to ignore you*

Siskel and -e-bert rent a movie

“SHE’S DANCING ON THE BED IN HER UNDERWEAR!!!”
*Runs down the stairs watches until Britney’s fully clothed in the next scene.*

“She’s getting undressed! Hurry!”
*Nearly break at least one leg while falling down the majority of the stairs. Limp back upstairs while she gets re-dressed.*

(Repeat several times)

I have decided with what little a managed to catch of Crossroads, it’s probably one of the greatest movies ever created.

Of course points had to be subtracted due to the fact that the movie seems to be cluttered with that icky “dialogue” and “plot” stuff.

… and because I think I should have a doctor look at my leg.

I’m pretty sure that really hard and sharp thing protruding out of my pant leg is a compound fracture.

The First Amendment for dummies.

(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.”

Oh, a wise guy, nyuk, nyuk…

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?

Missing in Action

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)

This post will go bye-bye…

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.]

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