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Really there is nothing wrong with 20 December.

Ryan’s birth day is today

Eddie’s birth day is today.

Fightopia’s clinic is today.

I gave some one special a hint on how to find a secretly hidden accidentally on purpose gift today.

MiniMe ate my chicken soup with out giving me much shit about it.

I finally got to play Zelda the Twilight Princess on the Wii today.

I got a chance to message a buddy of mine today over the Wii Connect feature.

I got a chance to hang out with ScaryEllen and her old man today… they are like family members in Johnny Land… even more so that the shit bags the claim blood relations.

BUT NONE THE LESS today is in the top 10 worst days of my entire existence.

1 year ago my Mom died.

It is a rotten day.  Today I found out what kind of shit bags my so called family members are.  I found out that NOTHING FAILS like prayer.  Today I found out how fake those people are in their high and mighty morality… leaving me hanging alone tired hungry and Mom dead just hours.  Then slamming me for hanging around with those “Niggers, crazies, gooks, and tattooed white trash”.  Yet those were the only people there, and the puddles of horse vomit that say the are family WERE NOT.

AND today 1 year later? Who paid any attention to me?  Who came by? Who messaged me? Who came up and asked how I was doing… who made a trip out to see me.  Only those people who are actually worth anything.

Hmmm lets see why yes it was all of those “Niggers, crazies, gooks, and tattooed white trash”.  Yeah buddy they were there today 1 year later… just as they were 1 year ago.

Yeah motherfucker I am talking about you.  You know who you are - your my so called blood.  But I would rather be cold and bloodless than ever admit being on the same planet with you let alone a branch of the family tree.

Thanks to you vile pieces of human garbage you have proven to me that family is NOTHING, and your fake ass religion is bullshit.

So yeah this is a memorial to Mom, but it is not the pukeie sweet sappy fake pablum you hypocrites spew.

Go ahead slam me again.  Like I fukin care.  Go ahead and say I am negative, or have a bad attitude… so what.  What have you said to me in 365 days anyway?  I care exactly as much about you as your actions have shown me you care about me.  ZERO.

Thanks shit bags I’ll keep my “Niggers, crazies, gooks, and tattooed white trash” and you can fuck off.

Yeah I’ll come to the funeral and that is it, and if you cross me and are really lucky I’ll only drop you on your head.

I have to say that I am glad to see that my 7 years of service to this great country is not going to waste, AND that the Chinese Fukwad that owns the local chain of China Garden all you can eat places is freely exercising his freedom of religion and free speech (please read with a tone of great disdain and cynicism).

Well… here is the true story of how China Garden went from being a valued, preferred vendor to being a nosy pretentious lot of religious weirdo’s that I will no longer patronize.

This story begins some time back in the early part of this century. But for brevity and to get to the main point I’ll give you the history in Cliff notes form.  Ready?

- Mom finds the China Garden all you can eat place.
- We form a quasi tradition of having lunch there on Sundays, and the staff gets to know us.
- Mom’s health goes in the trash can and we eat there more frequently because it is convenient and the food is good - the staff gets to know us better.
- Mom dies and the living continue on there because it is convenient and the food is good, and the staff gets to know us well.

Right? So far so good - yes?

So it is early 2008, and I am a stressed out ball of nerves who has to be the executive of the estate, manage 2 addresses, pay 2 sets of bills, keep a day job, run a photo company, be the prime vendor of still photography for Bushi Combat, cook, clean, grocery shop, do laundry, supervise homework, and parent all at the same time and with NO HELP AT ALL.

Which equals = dining out when time is of the essence, too tired to cook, having a bad attitude, and / or just stressed out so badly there is no other really good option.

Enter China Garden because it is convenient, the food is good, and the staff knows us. Hoo Foo-King Ray! We have a vendor that does not give us any shit and stuffs me with Kimchee and Sushi!  I can eat POUNDS of veggies, chicken, seafood and stay on cycle with out cooking or doing dishes when I am completely strung out, pissed off, or just plain tired of the grind. Yay! (Hawww jokie on you white boy!)

Now being a realistic practical kind of guy, I start having MiniMe pay the bill and make a tip for the nice (and frequently not bad on the eye candy factor) Chinese waitress babes.

So far so good… the Chinese chicks are hooking us up w/ drinks, and chop sticks without having to ask.  There are a couple of them that even come sit and talk while we are there, and are giving me the single chick line of questioning:

- Hawww you likie tha Kimchee?
- You married?
- Oooooooo you not! You have girl friend?
- Oooohh why not? You need girl friend or nice Chinese girl for wife yes?
- You got good job no?
- Hawwwwww you own ya own business making photography!  Thats velly good!

Then one day I roll in alone on my Harley, and have lunch on my way out of town.  There behind the cash register is the head Chinese dude waving a Chinese translation Bible at me.  This dude is literally thumpin on the Bible with one hand and actually taking the Bible and thumping it on the counter top.  So being a good soldier, and a generally peaceful refugee form religion, and just took it and went on about my day.  Ok so dude is into religion… nice. Right?  No big deal - I think. (Hawww jokie on you white boy!)

So now we get to present day.  MiniMe decides that China Garden is a good place to celebrate grades, awards, belt advancement in Karate and so on.  Of course he wants to include him Mom and Sister in the whole deal.  Ok so being a good soldier, and a generally peaceful kinda dude for the sake of the kids I just hang loose and keep cool during those times “we” are all there.  After all the kids have been through it is better to keep quiet than to make waves.  So I tend to keep my mouth busy eating Kimchee and Sushi.

Then suddenly last Thursday there is a bunch of homework drama crap.  Turns out the required materials are at MiniMe’s Moms and we are here.  Phone calls are placed, and since the China Garden is mid way between the two addresses, convienent, the food is good, and the staff knows us - “we” decide to meet there, have dinner, and resolve the homework drama crap. (Hawww jokie on you white boy!)

During dinner here come the head Chinese dude.  He comes strolling up to the table grinning like a bulldog with Down’s Syndrome.  “Oh shit” I think to myself “here we go again”.  So he starts in:

- Hawwwww you likie tha food?
- Everyting ok?
- Oooooooo that ya daughter?
- Hawwwwww she velly plitty!
- Blah blah blah and he vanishes.

“Wo… dodged that bullet” I think to myself. Ok time to pay and leave - right?  So I pull out a wad of green and MiniMe’s Mom whips out plastic (go figure).  So I fork the cash over to her, and she sends MiniMe up to the cash register with plastic in hand.  A moment later she excuses herself to the front to go sign the receipt and so on… no big deal.  (Hawww jokie on you white boy!)

MiniMe’s Mom comes back to the table all goggle eyed and flustered to the max.  That took all of less than one microsecond to know the shit was about to hit the fan in Johnny Land.  The she took a deep breath and I suddenly realized that was not just one tird headed into the rotating fans blades, but she was about to shove a big log in there.  “Fuk! Where is my helmet and armor?”

Turns out that Mr. Chinese Translation Bible dude started in on MiniMe’s Mom.  “Oh that bad you get divorced.  God say he hates divorce.  You should make it better.  You should get married again.  You should move in same house again.  Children need both parents in same hose.  S-word s-word s-word blah blah blah.”  AND chick is freakin OUT like all git!

So all bug eyed she looks at me and says “Just how does he know all that?” AND MiniMe pipes up with “I told him.”  We are all looking at MiniMe in flat out horror and say almost in unison “why?” and he says “oh he asked me.  He has been asking lots of questions about us ever since I started paying for dinner. I think he really likes us”.

So in the end we have some stranger interrogating a 9 year old, snooping into matters that are none of his business, and needlessly transferring his nonjudgmental judgment and condemnation on a situation where he understands exactly ZERO of the dynamics.  Nice.  Just what the Dr. ordered right?

Ok so lets think about this out loud what say - yes?  Lets say I have this way hot GF that is a sushi freak, and loves spicy as much as I do - right?  AND lets say we go on a dinner date there, AND lets say we get the “treatment” form the staff.  Just what do you think would happen the next time MiniMe and crew roll in there for a grade card celebration huh?

Lets get real here folks… manipulation with popcorn to get someone to switch seats at the movie is one thing, but blatant snooping and meddling in your PAYING CLIENTS personal life via an innocent juvenile all in the name or MORALITY and RELIGION is just flat out EVIL!

AND people acutally wonder why I am not at church…

To ship your IT services off shore.

more the engrish

Not one thing from “The Federation of Light”.

Lets get this dude to hook us up!

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9fMcvAvrjmA

Well it looks like someone set the record straight.
If the big spaceship shows up today it will be due to the good and loving “Federation of Light”.
BUT if the spaceship does not show up today it will be due to the evil and scamming “Galactic Federation of Light”.
You decide… Kooks? Cranks? Cultists? Or just plain old wacko’s?

http://newsblaze. com/story/20081011075433tsop. nb/topstory. html

Have fun!

This is no dream!  Someone actually sent me the scoop on this “event”.  Watch the video and decide for your self.  Funny?  Crazy?  Stupid?  You pick…

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=02GAMsRCnhw

Someone is gonna send me off for drug testing some day.  Either that or those dude’s with antlers and frozen Salmon clubs are gonna get me.  I’ll never be the same after Chantix.

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Chantix like Feral Cats from Hell - Pure Evil…

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I quit taking Chantix over a year ago but still have freaky Chantix like dreams.

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