Sex Talk: Out Of The Mists Of Time ©

She stood along the shore watching the setting sun burn itself out into a burst of color as it faded into the deep of the ocean but the full moon’s warm glow wrapped around her shoulders comforting her before gently lowering her to the soft grass as her lover once did.

Looking up at the stars, and the moon, together, touching each other’s souls with each other’s aura as two kindred spirits do.
A blanket of transparent mist sweeps down to cover their soft bed, not hide their lust as they lay twisted into a mangled pyramid of desires while in the throws of emotions lost in time.

Clothes dissolve into the ground as the Earth rises to embrace their flesh as they bury themselves deep into each other for one last time and forever.
Their lips grabbed at the other's with a hunger refusing to let go of that sweetness they brought to each other’s lips.
Hungry tongues swam through the oceans of passion as their hands grasped at each other, desperately hoping to embrace and hold onto the other’s soul.

His lips kissed along the trail his moist tongue marked down her neck where his lips gently sucked on her soft skin while his hand moved up her leg for his powerful fingers to take her and pull her tighter to him.
She could feel his excitement pressed up against her as her head swam with lust and the pain of anticipation.

Slowly he moved down to her breasts where he took each of her hard nipples in his mouth so his tongue could dance with each one turning the fire burning within her into an inferno.

Her legs were pulled up welcoming his arrival when his mouth reached between them and he could see her need to have him as her desire gleamed between her legs.
His lips capturing droplets that escaped from her tasting her sweet nectar on his lips.
Craving more he bent down and let his tongue part her lips then pierce the dam holding back the waves of desire waiting to be set free.

Hungrily he devoured at her wants, her needs while her moans fueled his own burning lust and his desire to have her in more ways than he had imagined.
Her groans, her moans, set free the bonds that held the beast take her as she gave herself to him.
To be taken, used for his pleasure and hers.

Her legs wrapped around his neck, pulling his face tighter to her desires and he gorged between her legs, sending spasms of pleasure throughout her body every time his tongue passed over her swollen quivering clit.
She held both her breasts in her hands and was pinching her nipples as hard as she could to try and keep from going insane with desire and his mouth as he made love to her.

Slowly, he began his assent once more up her body, as her legs slid along his torso until she felt him nudge inside her.
His lips hovered over hers, then lowered until he took hers once more with his mouth and she engulfed him inside her lust.
She swallowed the breath from his lips as he filled the part of her that had been empty for so long, until now.
Fulfilling a yearning, a burning desire to be with him once more and to feel him inside her again after so long like it was that moon filled night.

Legs wrapped around his hips he pushed inside her time, and time again, stoking her furnace as her hips rose to meet each thrust with her own need.
Their bodies clashed, as the mist swirled around them in their ecstasy.

They rolled over where she mounted him and rode him like a stallion, as the ocean breeze waved her hair in the moonlight.
Her head rose above the mist like a siren in the night as he held her hips while she came down over and over impaling herself onto him until she could no longer contain herself and with a surge that grew from between her legs erupted from her lips and eyes as they burned fire into the night before she slowly crumbled on top of him.

Drained yet still hungry for more of what he had, what she missed.
More of his flesh.
The taste of him in her mouth again.

She rested there as his hand caressed her shoulder; his lips touched the back of her neck as her fingers passed over his chest, her body slowly beginning to regain some of its strength once more.
She moved her arm down taking him in her hand then slowly stroking him until she could feel his heart pulsing through her fingers as the hunger to have her grew within him.

Slowly she moved down his body kissing her way to the object of her attention and took him in her mouth as far as she could take him before releasing him once more to the cool salty air of the night.
Then she ran her tongue along the length of his shaft before taking him once more between her lips then pushing his head to the back of her throat.
As her lips tormented the head of his cock, her hand caressed his tightening jewels.

Putting his hand on the back of her head he gently pulled her up to him rolling over on top of her at the same time parting her willing legs with his, then entered her once more.
He lowered his lips to her neck and pushed in all the way as he bit her soft skin with his lips.
Her legs climbed his hips begging him to go deeper.

She didn’t know what drove her mad, his deep thrusts, his teeth sinking into her flesh or the love she held for him.
Bound by their lust as the wind howled through the mist of time when their bodies came together over and over until the sky lit up with bolts of lightning and the thunder was drowned by the screaming pleasure of the night as the stars winked down on a fading mist.

A glittering cloud of mist danced like lovers in the night, across the water, out of the Harbor and out over the ocean, together and forever.

On the beach the next day, flashing lights marked the spot where love and lust were once again reunited after 50 years of waiting.
At the feet of a young paramedic lay an old woman’s wish with a smile on her face that could not be described only felt in your throat and your heart.

Have a nice weekend

Walker

Stupid Cops ©

There are some people in this world I can’t understand.
Most of my life I have made sound decisions even if they were illegal.
It didn’t matter if it was a split second decision or one that could take a longer time of thought.

I became a drug dealer when I saw that there was no work and I was good a selling pot.
I looked at the law and saw that it was illegal but when I looked closer I saw the cops were busy busting cocaine and heroin dealers so it was a safe bet that I could get away with it for a long period of time before I finally did get caught.
Oh I knew I was going to get caught.
Cops aren’t stupid, well some of them are but mostly they’re just to busy chasing a bigger evil.

Hopefully you’re a little more discrete as to delay getting busted.
Fifteen years later, I did and enjoyed the seven days in jail.
I knew it was a matter of time I would get caught and did my best to stay below the radar but eventually someone gets caught and your name comes up.
For a while I was like the plague when they realized what I had been up to but I quickly shut down and quit before I really fucked up.
Now that is how you’re supposed to do it.
Get out while you can.
The cops don’t mind.
It’s just a game to us and sometimes there’s a draw.
The question is do you want to play again.
I didn’t.

That was a good and close look at how to live along the rim of the toilet bowl without completely falling in and getting flushed out into life’s sewer.
There was more but that’s another story.

Now that is my opinion or an analysis of my life as I lived it if you like but I do have an example of flagrant stupidity and thinking the law is stupid.
Slow maybe, but not stupid.

When breaking the law, the odds are in your favor, well, depending on the crime of course.
The smaller the crime the better your odds of getting away with it unless you push your luck and keep doing it, then your odds change exponentially.

As I was sitting here today swamped with shopping lists, budgeting the month’s bills and looking at the clock to make sure I am on time with picking up kids from work, school with enough time to do the other duties like plan dinner and get tomorrow set up before I go to bed while fielding phone calls at a rate of 3 an hour when the door bell rings.

I’m wondering who it could be as I had everyone accounted for and where he or she all was.
I open the door and it’s my cousin the CURR of the family.
He is the only one we all want to shoot.
This is the person you never want to meet because no matter what you say, he is right and you are wrong.

He make 40gs a year, doesn’t pay rent or help the household out and he is usually broke the day after payday after leaving his whole check at the track.
You would think he could win a race but he is to smart for the people at the track because they’re stupid and know nothing so he bets all his money on some ridiculous combination and looses.
But of course the race was fixed for him to loose.

He is standing at my door with a stack of papers in his hand and he wants my help.
For the last two years he has been driving without insurance or a valid sticker on his vehicle.
Two whole fucken years and he didn’t get caught, until now.
For two years he used to laugh and mock the cops on how stupid they were as he drove past the police station.
We all told him he was pushing his luck but he waved us off with the back of his hand.
Not only did he get caught but also the cops were so stupid they parked outside his house and busted him again the next day.
Dumb fucken cops.

The law and the court system is so stupid he decided that he wasn’t going to bother to go to court and didn’t and the stupid court convicted him in his absence.
$18,000 fine and loose his license until it’s paid.

WOW!!!!!!!

HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dickhead

Insurance would have cost him 1000 a year and plates another 75 but NOOOOOOOO the cops are too stupid to catch him.
Criminals are human and humans are creatures of habit so they busted his fucken ass the next day too.
So now he was at my door with a whole bunch of forms to fill out so that he could get an appeal in and to get extensions on the tickets, about 15 of them.

When he was supposed to go to court he didn’t when he should have had insurance and plates he didn’t but now that he is desperate he is here begging for help.
Why do people do this?
This is just plan fucken stupid.
OK, your licensed expired and payday is in a week.
The odds are in your favor that you won’t get stopped and if you did you can say “ Oh really, I’ll get to it right away”.

He sat here bitching about the police and the courts when they’re right and he was wrong and no matter what I told him, he was right.
FUUUUUUCK OFF!!!

How the fuck are you supposed to talk to someone like this who is flagrantly breaking the law and doesn’t accept the responsibility when he gets caught.

I’m not a reformed criminal, I still smoke my pot and always will unless they change the laws and make it legal I will always be one.
I accept that and the consequences if I get caught with no regrets and would go out and pick up an ounce to party with after, but I am, breaking the law and there are consequences.

He breaks the law and thinks he’s above the law.
Did I mention he was caught red handed by the cops with no insurance and no plates, twice?
Oh wait, that’s not entirely true.
You see this cop pulled him over three times and TOLD him the she knew he didn’t have insurance and to go get some and a sticker.
Three times she told him and the last time warned him that she would put it into the computer that he had no insurance so he would be charged the next time.
Three times he was given a break.
Yeah I guess the cops are stupid.
They should have busted his ass the first time the stupid fucks.
WTF is he appealing?
He already got three appeals and won.
What does he want next a blowjob every morning.
I know a breast pump looking for a new job from carpet sucker.

OH and he don’t consider himself a criminal.
As a criminal I don’t want to acknowledge him as a criminal either.
Can we deport him, please?

I don’t have a car because I don’t feel like paying 1000 a year for insurance.
So I don’t have one.
I am considering it right now because I need it but until now I just didn’t want to fuck around with the added expense and walked instead.
I could have picked up a car and drove without insurance and gotten away with it for a while but then again I may have run someone over and fucked both our lives up.
I mean why, it’s senseless.
You got the car and there are no payments on it.
1500 bucks a year, tops.
Probably less.
If you need a car for a job that pays you well like say ummmm, $4000 a month well then I would get one and within 6 months the car, insurance and any registration costs would be paid off for in full.

You want to break the law then steal a million bucks don’t fuck around for anything less than that because it isn’t worth it.
If I get caught with anything under an ounce here, it’s a small fine, under 300 bucks for disagreeing with the system.
That’s like paying for a license to be free for me and I would pay anything to be free.

Yup, he’s right.
The cops are fucken stupid.
They should have just shot him and saved me the trouble of filling in all this FUCKEN paperwork.
Maybe I can shoot him and plead to vehicular manslaughter.

Have a nice day

Walker

Where's The Music? ©

That was a nice little break I had me.
Well not really a break.
I spent time reading blogs I haven’t been to in a while instead of my regular reads.
I think I spend more time writing comments than writing posts at times because I tend to run at the mouth with some comments but that’s all your faults because you write so well and get me thinking to much

I did do some writing that you will probably see next month, I have that yet to finish but it’s something and I did post on my other site for a change while I was sitting here listening to music until I went to the washroom that is.

Many of you know how much me loves my music.
Me and Baby Blue (My IPOD) have spent thousands of hours listening to Pink Floyd, The Stones, Madrugada, April Wine, ELO, Moby and dozens of others musicians.

Friday night I plopped at my computer after washing what seemed like an endless supply of dirty dishes and turned on my IPOD and hit play to wait for a piece of music that would inspire me to write something.
Maybe some Enigma or OZZY!!!!!!!!!!!
I worked on a story for a couple of hours then took off to the washroom and a joint on the way back.

I sat back in the chair and let it ease me back to my comfort position as I waited for the music to start.
Usually when the sound of the music comes on my brain quickly remembers the song and before you know it I’m off somewhere in la, la land and with me that could be just about anywhere in the chambers of my imagination.
The music set the setting and I just write it down.
The music started and I almost fell out the back of my chair.

WTF?!

I sit up trying to find out what song was that because I didn’t recall putting this music on Baby Blue.
When I saw who it was I KNEW for sure I didn’t too.
Hanna Montana, why the fuck do I want to listen to Hanna Montana for?

So I look at what folder it was in and it was in my library but wait.
There were more Hanna Montana songs and some other from a band I have never heard of, Acorn, Atorn, something like that.

Definitely not my type of music

I mean, I will tolerate it as a parent.
Hell I went to see Brittany Spears and Christina Aguilera with two giddy twelve year olds in the space of two weeks and survived that screaming, squealing hell.
I huddled at the back wall with two hundred other parents smoking joints and singing Kumba ya.

I can take the music, I just don’t want it on my IPOD so I go to erase it and I can’t.
I mean it doesn’t want to leave for some reason so I click on the library so I can play something that won’t drive me to drink again and my music is gone, all of it.
Well almost all of it.
I had about 800 songs and now I had 72 left and the whole fucken Hanna Montana collection and Christmas music.
I have no fucken idea why there was Christmas music there but there is now.

So I search all over the damn place for my songs but they were nowhere to find.
Three years I added to the IPOD and keeping only the ones I could listen to over and over and now they were all gone.
I couldn’t understand what happened to all my music.
This is the first time I have lost files on the IPOD like this and what’s with the Hanna Montana shit.

After some time I call down my daughter and ask her if she recognizes the songs on my IPOD and she laughs and says yes and as her eyes started going down the list I could see something in them that I didn’t like.
It was like I could see realization come in them from the outside.

I asked if that happen to be her music.
She looked kind of nervous.
I told her not to worry, that I wasn’t going to kill her more than once.
Her eyes just popped out of her head.
I love when I make people do that; usually it’s the only compensation I get for being screwed.

She said that it was her music but she swears she didn’t touch my IPOD and I believed her because I am always here and never leave it alone.
But how the hell did this happen.
I went upstairs and on her computer she has Itunes and is downloading music from the same place I do.
As I look at her Itunes I see that when she installed it and was prompted to scan her computer for devices it found Baby Blue because she is on my network and she deleted all of my stuff and put her downloads straight to my IPOD.
Hanna Montana, acorns and Christmas music is all I have left.

Fuck.

Oh well, what is there left to do but smoke a joint and listen to the first song I downloaded.

Have a nice day

Walker

Shout ©

Life is moving like fucken crazy warped Indian rubber ball.
I don’t know which direction it’s going to bounce next.
Some would say that’s the way I like it.
I would say they’re fucken nuts.

You know, life would be fucken easier if people would just stay in their own little cubicles and stop messing with my shit, especially when I’m still trying to push it out.
What do they think, I don’t know how to take care of my kids?
Who the fuck do they think has been taking care of them for the last fucken 20 years?
It’s my fault for letting them think they were in control and making the right decisions.
Every time one of them did I ended up having to repair something.

Every day at 6:45 am the radio bursts on blaring out at almost full volume my favorite radio station.
One of the perks of sleeping in a king size bed is the clock is to far and I am just not ready to get up at that time of the morning to smash the mother-fucker into old vinyl records pieces.

What’s the first thing I hear coming out of it the other day, Summertime by Sublime.
Right after it’s the woman saying that while I was sleeping we got ten centimeters.
Three out of five days I have been out there at 7am freezing my nuts off shoveling a path so the outside world.
7 fucken A.M.

You want to play Summer time by Sublime at 6:45am in the morning then the weather girl should be at my place blowing the hot air out of my ass to melt that fucken snow I have to get rid of.
I mean it fucken cold out; wake me up to something appropriate.
What, don’t we have any fucken gangsta rappahs here?
Instead of singing about shooting cops and each other they can sing about freezing their balls off.

“Spit, spit”

My mamma banged my head

“Spit, spit”

With the shovel

“Spit, spit”

While i was stroking my bitty head

“Spit, spit”

In bed

“Spit, spit, spit”

She told to go outside

“Spit, spit”

To shovel the snow

“Spit, spit”

And stop playing with my little head

“Spit, spit, spit”

Now I can wake up to that shit instead of the words, Summer Time while it’s colder than a naked iceberg outside and I hate fucken rap.
The gangster part I can relate too.
I can go ballistic like that every now and then.
Usually when I hear rap on the radio I want to drive by the radio station and shoot it up but you know what’s worse than rap?

It some of the music my kid listens to.
I sat there listening to some of it and you know, even stoned they words make no sense and how old are these female singers, 12?
They got these squeaky little voices that make dogs roll over and beg for mercy.
Then the other day while watching TV the kid jumps up and points at this 30-year-old anorexic woman on some music show and says that was the one singing the song she was listening too.

Wow, She was definitely not 12.
Maybe someone was fucking her up the ass and his dick broke off in there and now she squeals like a pig every time she sings.

Don’t get me wrong, I love music and try my best to be open minded to lots of it, even country (Runs to puke) ok the new country, not the “ my dog died and I and single again” music.
Did you know they did a study and found that there are more people who listen to country music committing suicide than any other kind of music?
I guess you can only hear so many songs about dieing dogs before going crazy then running off to kill yourself.
Probably by listening to Rap, “Spit, spit”.

After I dig myself out the kids run out to the nice warm clear of snow car for me to drive them to their destinations, work and school.
Later when I picked up the youngest she said she wanted to talk to her school friends on MSN but couldn’t because her computer wouldn’t work without a certain update so I told her I would look at it at home.

When I got here I went up to look and saw that she had bootleg copy of windows on her computer and I didn’t need to ask what idiot put that there.
You know I keep telling my brother to stop using his fucken CD because all he is doing is giving me more fucken grief fixing it on every ones computer he puts it on.
I have a legal copy, which I don’t give him the number too because he would use it to death in a day.

So I told her I would fix windows for her and she would be fine once more.
To be on the safe side I went to the D partition to see if the drivers were stored there and there it was, Compaq 51c drivers under a folder so I go back and reboot with my CD in it and I start loading a fresh windows on but before formatted the drive I asked her where her files were and she said her uncle set everything up on the D drive so I hit the button and off to the races we went.

Forty minutes later I am staring at the ugliest four color background you ever saw.
No problem, all I had to do it load the Compaq drivers and everything will be as it was before.
I go to the D drive and click on the folder and it opens up.
And it’s empty.
Not even cyber dust.
WTF?

I look all over the drive and open all the folders and they were all empty.
Taking the phone I call my brother and said he forgot to do it.
He forgot?
It takes a whole sixty fucken seconds to do it what is there to forget?
What, there was a sale of TVs somewhere?

OK, I figure all I had to do is go to my computer and look for the drivers on the Compaq site, easy as pie right but before I go I had to go get my other daughter from work?
I get there and meet her at the door and we both start walking back to the car and when I turned to get in she was gone.

POOOOOOF

I look around and I don’t see her.
Just then the door to the car next to me opened up and she got out laughing.
The car was the same color as mine and she hopped in with that guy.
I don’t know who was more shocked her or him.
I was rolling around in a puddle laughing.

She made me promise not to tell anyone one at home and I haven’t yet but every time we walk to the car I point it at her first HA HA HA

Back at the house I asked my youngest if she had the CD for her computer before I went hunting for new ones and she said she did but forgot it at her mothers.
So I was back on my computer and into the Compaq site looking for the model number but it didn’t exist.
I looked down at the case and that was no help because my brother put the innards in a new case.

I spent the next two hours looking for drivers for a Compaq 51c with not even a nibble of it ever existing.
As I scanned the gazillion models on the Compaq sight hoping to score a clue, something called a Compaq 510 caught my eyes.
I’m thinking can it be.
Could he had wrote it down wrong:?
I download the drivers for the video card first and low and behold we have lift off.
Stupid bastard can’t write either.
One after the other I downloaded the rest of the drivers and put them on the computer and had it running in half an hour as it was before except for one thing, the wireless network card.
How hard can it be to get the drivers, they have to be on line?

I look high and low.
I goggle everything and joined every fucken driver site there was an NOTHING.
I have the make and the model number but because it was discontinued they didn’t have the drivers any more.
How fucken stupid is that?
What just because you don’t want to sell it you can’t just leave the drivers out there for us poor bastards that can’t afford to buy a new computer every thirty minutes.

TWO hour later I lucked out and found them in some junk pile on the Microsoft site and got them on and working.
After all of that I downloaded 36 updates for XP including what she needed to get yahoo and MSN working on her computer.
Six hours it took me just because of one bootleg CD.

As I sat there pleased with myself, the kid on her computer talking to her friends the phone rang.
It was my EX.
She said she had computer problems and ran a disk in her computer and the computer went dead.
She said it was the kid's CD and though it would fix hers.
She has a Dell.

Tomorrows another day I guess

Have a nice one today

Oh, Puss N Boots, THIS was a long sentence not the last one LOL

Walker

2:01 ©

I sit here staring into nothing, thinking, talking, wondering, enlightening myself with my thoughts for no real reason other than it’s something we all have to do with ourselves at some point in time, so that we can understand the whys, or why nots, of a universe of which we call our lives, as to see the answers, for questions yet to be asked, in a future yet to be born but remembered, never to be forgotten because dreams are the future unborn, in a womb of hope, love and a harmony that could only be felt in one spot in time where nothing existed, yet existed to be nothing until a time where nothing was something and tomorrow became yesterday so that today may live forever, in a space we all call our lives, so that one day, yesterday perhaps, we can all become tomorrow, in that spot in time where we return to an existence that was nothing, yet something.

Walker

The Mini Car Vac ©

I wasn’t going to post for the weekend but something came up that I couldn’t contain to myself and just had to put it up here after the tiny itsy bitsy rant I had in the last post.
As I was sitting here this morning I got a phone call from a neighbor to go outside and help him with something.
I went outside to see my friend and neighbor who has requested to remain anonymous, fearing reprisals of laughter and humiliation, standing next to his car in freezing weather holding something in his hand that he was trying to use.
I asked him what he was up to and he said he bought this used mini vacuum from someone so that he could vacuum up the water that accumulated on the rubbers and the carpets of the car from all the snow he has been tracking in but he couldn't figure out how exactly it worked.
He said the guy who sold it to him said all he had to do is turn it on and it would suck up the water from the floor of the car without any problems but every time he tried it, all that happened was the rubber would kind of roll up.

Being the helpful soul that I am, sacrificing the warmth of my house I asked him to let me see the vacuum.
He reached out and handed me the thing and I stood there looking at it and it vaguely looked familiar.
As my hands and eyes passed over every square inch of this suction marvel it dawn on me why it looked so familiar.

I looked at him and asked who sold it to him and he said he bought it online from someone local.
I asked him if he told the guy what he wanted it for and he said no.
He saw mini vacuum and bought it for a whopping fifty bucks.
The more I looked at it, the more a burst of laughter grew within me.

I asked him if there was a picture with it when he scoped out the item on the Internet and he said there was.
I then held the vacuum up in the air and I asked him if any part of the machine looked familiar and he stood there staring at it, struggling with his thoughts but still stood there with a blank look on his face until I leaned in and whispered something to him then lean back again.

I looked into his eyes as my words sank into his head and he placed his thoughts, my words and the machine together then his hand shot out to grab the vacuum but he wasn’t fast enough because I pulled it back out of his reach.

I can understand some people who immigrated here are not as mechanically inclined as many of we are but some things are just plain fucken simple to grasp without any help.
If it looks like a shoe, it’s probably a shoe.
If it looks like a car, it must be a car.
If it looks like a breast pump.
Like this one that he bought. It’s a fucken breast pump, not a fucken car vacuum.
I mean come on, look at the big tit glove on it, how can you not see that?
When is the last time you saw a vacuum with a nozzle that big for cleaning the carpets?
I wonder what’s next a vibrator for making milk shakes.
I can see it now.
Hooter vacuums, they will clean you carpet and feed you babies at the same time.

Have a nice weekend

Walker

Crazy ©

For today’s post I will touch on some of the emotions I have been experiencing in the last 4 hours.

Disgust.

The union representing the bus drivers issued a news release today stating that if Para Transpo, the company that picks up the disabled, puts out more buses to help the disabled people who used to take the regular buses on their own to the hospital and other appointments that they would effectively picket them to the point where they either shut down or slow down to a crawl.

Also, that if the city gives the universities any money to help them get their students to school via the private buses they have hired to get students in outlying areas to school they will do the same to them.

Basically they are threatening our sick, elderly and children.

You know what we need here right now?
A good old fashion lynching.
I mean give me 200 able body people with some baseball bats, strong rope and I would lead them down there and when we were gone there would be nothing left but red blotches in the snow and union reps hanging from every fucken flag pole outside city hall and trust me.
There are lots of them?
It’s one thing to walk of the job and freeze their worthless Asses in –38-degree weather because they are greedy fuckers but it’s a totally new fucken ball game when you threaten our kids, our old and sick.
The mayor should legalize drive by shootings if it’s against bus drivers and t heir union reps and don’t think I am alone in this.
There have been some skirmishes and I do regret I wasn’t there and I think there should be an amnesty for anyone assaulting a union rep.

Most of the people who live here belong to one union or another but you don’t see to many strikes because most of their representatives look at the whole picture and can figure out what should be right and I don’t mean compromise.
Most contracts are renewed with little resistance because even management sees there has to be some concessions before they see what the demands are but these fucken clowns are nothing more than gangsters who think they are living in the 40’s and 50s.
Jimmy Hoffa is dead and we know what he was in the end.
That’s what happens when too much power gets into one persons head, they go from good to bad to corrupt
Then disappear.

What do you think of people who hold you hostage with threats your kid’s future, the health of your elderly or the disable who are helpless to defend them selves?
The city council is meeting now behind closed doors looking for more ransom.
I think they’re stupid.
I say fire all the fuckers and find people who want to work for a decent wage with full benefits and guarantee them a 4% wage increase per year every year.
That’s how you run a budget.
Know what you are going to need down the road for as long as you could.
OH. Yeah they want $2500 each driver to sign the new contract.
Pretty soon they will want us to hire other drivers to drive for them too.
HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!!
This is just crazy.

Insanity

I have been watching the news lately and two stories popped out to my attention recently that leaves me wondering, what the fuck are we becoming and who the fuck is teaching us.
Have some of you seen that guy who wants his wife to give him back the kidney he donated to her?
Are you fucken kidneying me?
Sorry I had to put that in.
How fucken wacky is that?
I wonder if I can sue my EXs for all the sperm I donated to them over the years?

Is he doing to win?
NO!!!!!!!!
Well he better not because if he does, all hell is going to break loose.
Collection agencies will out to repossess your liver for payment next.

Disbelief

And that guy that faked his death then went to Florida and called someone to tell him he was sorry then slashed his wrists.
Either he is one hell of a genius and trying to go for an insanity plea or he’s a complete and utter fucken moron.

First he flies his plane out into the wild blue yonder then bails out with a parachute on allowing the plane to crash.
Now right off the bat you know he’s fucked.
You can’t fake your death when your fucken body isn’t at the wreckage you fucken moron.

I can’t stand these amateur criminals.
It’s fucken insulting to criminals and any relationally thinking person.
First he rips a bunch of people off and gets caught.
That should have been his first sign that he sucks at crime but no.
He goes out and breaks another gazillion laws and still gets caught.
Now faces charges in two states.

Can they charge him with attempting to evade authorities by trying to commit suicide?
That’s another thing.
I bet he made the call to the other guy so he would call the police and they arrested him before he bled out and died.
Anyone want to bet?
You people might think I’m nuts for smoking pot but remember this.
These fucken clowns don’t.
Fucken crazy

The fucken world is going insane and I feel like I’m stuck right in the middle of it.
What’s wrong can’t everyone just look at things as they are instead of finding stupid outrageous bull fucken shit to do?

We go so far out of the way to make things so fucken hard and complicated.
It’s all so fucken simple but we put bullshit on the ground to make wading through it difficult.
That’s why I say we should just go straight to the difficult part without the bullshit.
It’s hard to have a relationship fall apart especially one that had love at one time.
Things change and people have to move on.

50/50 from the time you got married
If one spouse made 200,000 and the other 300,000 that 500,000 combined so 250,000 each.
What’s so fucken hard about that?
There is a house 50/50 and if there are kids living in the house?
50/50 on the upkeep until the kids go on their own then sell the mother fucker and split the money.
No expensive lawyers or any other BS.
Kidney pfffffffft

Same with business.
You want to invest your money.
Do your homework and use an established broker because half the time it’s your fault for getting ripped off.
Save a penny and loose a dime.
Know what you’re investing in and you won’t have any problems but if for some reason you do get ripped off by someone in the company at least you know it was by someone smart not some fucken moron.

Ok, I feel a little better now.

It’s –38 out so I think I’ll go warm my butt on the couch before my brain gets frostbite and I go crazy too.

Have a nice day

Walker

Just thinking ©

My house is slowly becoming a community center.
Every day it’s full of people, mostly kids.
How the fuck did I go from me the cat and quiet to noisy mayhem I don’t know but welcome to Grand Walker Station.

Frick is slowly taking on the characteristics of a gofer.
Every now and then you see his head pop out of nowhere to scan the area for kids.
He’s not really a kid cat, more of a Walker cat and even I after 19 years am not allowed too pick him up for more than 10 seconds.

I’m not saying he is being displaced or anything like that but my daughter is like the paparazzi when it comes to Frick.
She’s never seen a cat like him before.
He’s more of a dog than cat most of the time and grumpy old one at that.
He growls when a kid reaches out to him but when she isn’t around he walks through her room as was shown on the video capturing him as he waded through a pile of stuffed toys or the picture of his four feet sticking out of the bottom of the blanket as he slept under it.

The kids constantly make me call him over so they could see him run to me then roll over with all four legs sticking up in the air so they could laugh.
It’s obvious I am going to be saving a lot of money on entertainment with kids.
One thing I know for sure is that I am going to get her a DVD player for her room because if I see Beauty and the Beast one more fucken time, I am going to shoot myself.

I’m trying to help the youngest salvage part of her semester.
There is going to be losses but she is putting in an effort.
Loosing a month of school equals 100 assignments missed.
She lost the whole year last year because………..why slam the EX.
I’ll save that rant for another day.

I’ve been to Staples so many freaking times; I am on a first name basis with the staff there.
Why is it when I say, what do you need exactly 20 times and then write it all for me to get so I could walk half a mile to Staples to get it for you do they not understand, then tell you when you get back they need one more thing AND it’s not only the walking.

The kid’s got cooking classes she missed so in order to catch up she has to make the recipes she missed in class, at home and bring in a sample.
So all the way to Staples I’m wondering if she it starting a fire and one the way back my eyes are glued to the clouds for any glow reflecting off the night sky.

I have to say she has made some tasty foods like the evil double, double chocolate chip muffins that were so evil I ran next door to get rid of them after I ate five.
She made two dozen and doesn’t eat them.
I am NOT going to gain the fucken eighty pounds I lost.
She gave me her report card for her math class to sign and in ten days has pushed her mark up from 15% to 58% by doing her past assignments that she had missed and she still has seven to go do push it up to about 70%.
I don’t know if she can with all the other work she has.
I told her to concentrate on what’s salvageable for now but she wants to try for all of them.
Even though that’s admirable I have to worry about her disappointment if she fails and the odds are good that she will because she has missed way too much.

The bus strike is still on and the city has decided to dig in for a while and let the union fuck themselves and I’ll support that.
I am no big fan of unions and I have been in a few over the years.
They have done a lot of good for workers over the years but I think they have lost sight of the whole picture and gotten to powerful.
Some unions have more money that some countries in the world.
They might even own one or two but I know they have tried owning us here with their extortion tactics of late.

I would think they should be thinking of job security more than what they want for pay.
For every action there is a positive or negative reaction.
Everyone wants more money and is blaming it on the economy with the high price for things on top of the list.
So they want more money to balance that out but what they don’t understand is that if we have to pay them more then we need more to and before you know it we all are extorting money from those around us to compensate then we end up right back at the same place but broker.
Not to mention all the money you lost with the strike.
It’s a vicious circle that only nips you in the butt in the end.
How long can we be chasing our tails in all of this when what we need is to stabilize the economy not put more stress on it?
Trillions of band-aids isn’t going to do squat either.

In war you carry off your wounded and leave the dead where they lie.
Just like my kids assignments she can’t save every class this year and she will have to accept the loss as should we with some of these companies begging for money.
There has to be losses even if they hurt people.
What governments should be looking towards is the future and what will be needed then to put these people to work on now.
I’m telling you with the ozone depleting as it is and the sun slowly scorching our butts more each day we can create an industry to harness the sun that would put these people to work and helping the environment by producing everything environmentally friendly.
But someone has to have the balls to start it.
Someone has to say no and let some of these old battleships sink so something new and better could be recycled from it.

You could turn the fucken Sahara desert into the biggest fucken solar power plant in the world.
Clean energy and in 200 years if they fix the ozone they might squeeze they brains a little more and find a way to put up satellites into space to collect solar energy from out there and send it down here to us instead of reverting back to fossil fuels to compensate for the ozone holding back the suns rays.
If some dumb Blogger like me can think this crap up just think what those geniuses out there could come up with if our governments put them to the task with the money they are squandering on saving sinking ships.
.
As a species we have come a long way but we have also become to comfortable and to fucken lazy.
As our populations have grown our active rolls in developing society has fallen by the way side.
When we lived in small villages the town hall was packed with people during meetings so everyone knew what was going on and got to have a say.
Today, well at least here city hall can’t seat more than 200 people I figure and we are a population of almost a million.
Why?
Because people don’t care to go.
They only care about complaining to everyone else.
The picket lines for the bus strike at city hall but I don’t see the people of this city rallying and marching down there with their own signs saying
FUCK YOU!!!!!!
They just sit in their cars stuck in traffic cursing them and being disgusted of the talks.

We have all become armchair bitches.
Slaves to our laziness.
Whiners with more excuses and bed sores than pride and dignity.
We allow these people to whip us and then thank them and walk away grumbling to ourselves.

We teach our kids to stand up for themselves yet when put the test we back down.
I have been showing my daughter I do what I ask her to do and leading by example.
May I mention how much I hate housework.
I hate it more now but I do it with her and she’s happy so far but I don’t push it.
She is responsible for her room and to vacuum the second floor.
We each have to do our plates when we are done and he/she who cooks cleans up before eating.
I figure if I treat her like an equal around the house there would be less wining and less work for both of us.

Life is about the compromises you make not the gains you seek.
It’s the same in the home as it is out in the world.

Have a nice day

Walker

Up In Smoke ©

Today was the first day since New Years Eve that I got some time to go out for an hour to be myself.
I’m not complaining or anything like that but fuck I need some time to myself sometimes just to smoke a joint and sort out my head.
So I walked over to see the boys who are usually at Archie’s place getting drunk and I was right, most of them were there.

Archie was on his phone listening to Joe recite what the lamb looked like and described the scent of garlic in the air every time he opened the oven door to look at it.
Archie was constantly asking him when he was coming over and bursting out with, “Why so late?” after.

Jon was on the cell phone arguing with my uncle because he said he didn’t have a car to get there.
Bernie was driving around to all the liquor stores trying to find a bottle of Metaxa with no luck.
Seems the boys have drank the city dry of the stuff.
It’s a good thing they don’t know I have three bottles at home and before you think I’m being mean.
These guys don’t drink because they appreciate what the drink.
They drink it because they want to get hammered as fast as they can and I am NOT going to waste it on that.
They will probably hit the rum instead anyway.

I grabbed a chair then sat down.
Arch with his free hand dropped a shot glass in front of me and filled it up with Metaxa before he wiped the drool from his chin with the back of his hand then picked up his glass to salute me right before he asked, “And the potatoes, are they ready too?” to Joe.

I nodded towards a small bottle where he keeps his pot and he slid it over and I proceeded to roll a spliff while they talked on the phone.
Opening the bottle a big bud rolled out onto the table and I stared at it for a second longer than I would have then reached into the bottle and grabbed the rolling papers and started pulling a bunch out, five to be exact.
Archie’s eyes just bulged; he knew what was coming.

I rolled five then lit the first one and started passing it around.
Before it got around once, Paul walked in with a big bag with three large containers of fettuccine Alfredo from the Italian restaurant down the street.
They passed him the joint while he was walking in behind me as I sparked up the second one.
He put the food in the oven until the rest of the guys showed up with their contributions.

Arch filled my empty glass once more as I was taking a deep pull on the joint then passed it off to Jon who had just hung up from my uncle.
He said my aunt had taken off with the car and he wouldn’t make it.
Archie had a fit then called Bernie and told him to go out to the country and drag my uncle in.
Then he asked him if he found any Metaxa and he said no even after going to 6 liquor stores.
Arch had another fit then told him to get two bottles of Captain Morgan’s Rum.
See, what did I tell you.

After he hung up we sat around smoking the third joint talking about the up coming Super Bowl.
I told him it was fine at my place but I wasn’t busting my ass cooking this time.
I can tell my daughter that she could stay at my mother’s for the evening, I figure the game will be over by 10pm and I won’t have much to clean up if we have sandwiches and beer while we play poker.
I have decided to change a piece of my life to accommodate my daughter but it doesn’t mean I have to sell my life away for the next five years if not more.
I wouldn’t change having her here for anything but Walker needs to be Walker too.

As Arch lit up the fourth joint Mahmoud walked in with a case of beer and the place started getting noisy with all the conversations going on all over the small kitchen.
After passing the joint Arch looked at me and asked where my brother was.
He said he’s been calling him about his dish for three months now and my brother doesn’t call him back.
Last summer my brother asked him to fix his cable and install a dish.
My brother showed up with one of our nephews to do the work while Archie sat inside drinking and cooking a feast for a gathering happening that night.
My brother is meticulous when he does something but along with that he is as slow as a sloth going for a crap without moving an inch from where he’s sitting.

Every hour Arch got drunker and went out asking him
“WHEN………will you be done”?!!!!!!!!!

I’m almost done would be the reply and Arch would go back in.
My brother is easily distracted and knows everyone in the city almost so when someone sees him and stops he climbs off the twenty foot ladder to talk for half an hour before getting back up and as luck would have it, Archie would step out and say

“WHEN………YOU SAID YOU WERE ALMOST DONE”?!!!!!!!!

My brother would tell him a few more minutes and Archie would go back in.
My SIL is a problem to because she calls him every ten minutes with some stupid question and to make sure there isn’t a woman with him.
My SIL has always been jealous and once said she looked through my mother’s front door window and saw my brother screwing a hooker while my parents sat there watching.
I wonder if they were eating popcorn too.

So he spends a lot of time on the phone talking to her and heaps of other people who call him constantly.
An hour goes by and Archie’s 350-pound frame staggered out of the back sc reaming at the top of his lungs

“WTF maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan………………..I have people coming and you’re still here”
“I’m almost done”?
“What do you mean you’re almost done”?
“You’re been almost done for four hours and you’re still hear”?
“One more minute and it will be finished”.

Arch went back in the house fuming.
My brother stood on the top of the ladder making jokes for my nephew’s sake because the kid was starting to get nervous.
The kids 16 and he has no balls.
If a mosquito took a dive at him, he’d break the land speed record getting away.

His mother is Mike’s sister and she told him she doesn’t want him to grow up to be like his uncles.
She caught us one time telling him one of our stories and she freaked out.
The kid was sitting on the couch in a catatonic state.

Forty-five minutes later Archie walked out the back door again hammered and holding a bottle of Metaxa in his hand and called up to my brother and asked him if he was done and my brother said “Almost”.
That was a BAD thing to say because Arch went ballistic.

“Get the fuck down and out of here NOW”!.
“I’m almost done”.
“I don’t give a fuck, just get out right now and take that little faggot with you too”.

The nephew’s eyes were bulging out of his head.

My broth3er told Archie that it would take one more minute but I guess Arch had run out of minutes and raise the bottle up and drank the last shot from it before he whipped it at my brother.
It shattered next to him head.
The nephew disappeared in a blink steaming POLICE POLICE POLICE!!!!!!

My brother grabbed his face and Archie sobered up when he say that and ran down the stairs to the back.
He was next to the ladder when my brother got to the bottom.

“Are you ok”?
“Gezz I didn’t want to take your eyes out”.
“Here let me look”.
“NO no leave me alone, I’m fine”.
“You sure, do you need something”?
“No I’m fine”
“So you’re not hurt”?
“No, I’m ok”
Archie breathed a sigh then grabbed him and tossed him out of the back yard and threw the ladder out right behind him and told him never to come back.
My brother found t he nephew hiding behind a van three blocks away.

I looked at my watch, forty-five minutes had passed so I got up and ready for the walk back home.
I have six hours to wait before I needed to pick up my eldest and by that time I would be back in the state I was in before I got there.
As I was walking out the door I passed on the fifth joint and wished them all a good time.

Situations change but in the end, nothing really changes, you just have to pick your spots to be who you want to be.

Have a nice day

Walker

Walkermatrix ©

It’s not enough that I live in a winter wonderland, (wonder where all the land is under the blanket of snow all over the place), dealing with the government and ass wipe collection agencies I have to be a super hero too.

Where to begin?
The first week with the kids has gone very well.
I think they have lightened up a lot and my oldest that never spoke to me rattles off to me like a machine gun.
Soon I may have to tell her to shut up down the road.
The youngest is a handful still but she is trying a lot and I am giving her a little slack, that’s all, just a little.

I think the kids have been suppressed by their mother so long they are in a time warp and it will take some time and confidence for them to be who they are but they are doing 1000 times better than before according to what we see and what they say and do.

The system is fucking me up more than anything right now.
We have a bus strike that has gone on for thirty-one days and they just rejected 7% pay increase, 8 days more of sick leave without a doctors certificate and route choices according to seniority.
I don’t know how much these people make but I bet it’s over forty grand maybe even closer to fifty but with everything as it is in the economy and thousands of people unemployed and ten times that many making minimum wage, I got to wonder if we are not being held up.
They’re just lucky I’m not mayor.
I’d tell people free parking downtown and take those people starving for jobs and teach them how to drive buses over the next six months and let the greedy fucks loose their butts to know what its like to live below the poverty line.
If they can’t survive on 40,000 a year, money is not their problem.
They need therapy.
Fuck it would be cheaper to put the bus drivers on welfare and pay the people on welfare fifteen an hour to drive buses.
But I’m not the mayor.

My daughter qualifies for a child tax credit here, which my ex is so graciously still receiving.
I don’t know how much it is yet but I am trying to take it from her to give to my daughter to buy new clothes and other things she needs like an allowance.
Something she never knew before it seems.
The only real problem is that I have to deal with the government and after being on the phone for two hours with them I found out I can get it if I fill in and send the forms.
After that they will assess it and send me the money in about, oh…….three months time
Did I mention their office is a fifteen-minute drive from my place or a twenty-minute bus ride?
Bus, where?
Sorry I’m a little snow blind.
Three months, fuck but it is retroactive which is good in one way and not in another.
Until it’s transferred to me the EX will be getting it.
How many of you wanna bet that when they switch it to me they go after her for restitution?
Government is just one big fucken headache.

If it’s not enough having to deal with public servants I have to deal with idiots too in the form of collection agencies.
I have two problems and one I tried to resolve 20 years ago but they’re to stupid to realize they fucked up.
One is for a traffic ticket I never got twenty years ago.
I went in and said it wasn’t me and showed proof that it couldn’t be but twenty years later I have a collection agency after my ass for $110 that they are NOT going to get.

See while that ticket I supposedly got was being written I was five miles away surrounded by cruiser and cops pointing guns at me and I got three tickets to prove it but is that enough, no because the city still believes I can be in two places at the same time and driving two cars.
Now this collection agency is not so bad.
They are polite I admit but they started the tempo of part of the evening and my disposition.

They called around 6pm.
We talked and I explained, laughed and joked.
Actually she was puzzled by my lazidazical approach to being sent to collection and I explained that there were more important things in life than worrying about something I really don’t give a fuck about.

After hanging up the phone rang and it was the same company calling for the same fucken ticket.
I explained that I had just talked to someone just minutes earlier but she didn’t believe me and I insisted that I just did.
After five minutes of wrangling with her I hung up.
You would think these people talked to each other.
About ten minutes after that the phone rang again and it was the same fucken people but this time it was a guy.
I told him about the other two and he didn’t believe me so I got a little rough with the fucker as my temperature rose and see how I was getting really fucken mad he said it might have been the automated calling machine that screwed up.
I don’t a rats ass who’s fault it is.
If the person can’t do the work why get a machine that can’t either.

By this, time not only was I exhausted from the day’s activities I was now pissed.
I stated making dinner and the phone rang again and this time it was the other thorn in my neck.
Three months ago I got an call from Telus offering me a cell phone for 7 a month for a year and two more years at 45 a month with the option of picking a cheaper plan if I so choose.
It seemed like a good idea so I said sure and I even took the call displace and answering machine feature for ten buck.
First month the bill comes in and it’s $149.
WTF I call them up and they say there is no such deal.
HUH?
Two months down the road they want $900.
Fuck you.
I have used the phone what, thirty minutes maybe forty.
I’m not paying it and told them if they want their money they have to take me to court and they don’t want to do that because it would mean they would have to produce the recorded contract.

So they harass me instead like they do everyone but I’m not every one.
If you try and rip me off, fuck me around, I’m going to make you pay for it.
Most people who call me hang up laughing but some who want to threaten me, let’s just say the one yesterday hung up in shock.

They call and I am pleasant as always the she says something along the lines of that I am a dead beat.
This is a collection agency by the way not Telus.
Telus are the gangsters and the collection agency are the muscle.
I told her to fuck off and she tried to give me some threatening song and dance BS until I got mad and told her she was a greedy bitch who was trying to extort money from me top earn her commission.
That’s when she went into her own little tantrum calling me a sexist for calling her a bitch and how could a fifty year old call a twenty-two year old a bitch.
22, that’s it?
Well if she keeps talking to people like she talked to me, she is going to hear it a lot more and them some I think.
I wonder is she will accuse a woman as being a sexist if she calls her a bitch?

I don’t care who you are, you try to screw with me, then the gloves hit the floor.
If we let anyone walk over us without a fight what are we telling our kids?
I have had few problems with people over the years.
My phone bill is 150 a month and it’s never been cut off.
Maybe a little late sometimes but the late fee is paid.
It’s the same with the other 500 a month I pay for other bills required around the house so why would I begin by screwing with Telus?
I took their deal because it was a good one.
Maybe it is to good to be true?

I have no intension of paying for it and am in the process of getting back with my old cell phone provider who I had for 10 years with out a glitch.
Sometimes change is not a good thing as is fucking with Walker when he knows he is being screwed with.

That was it for the callsfpr a bit and we ended up watching a new movie that just came out before we all went to bed.
In the morning we got up and I took one kid to work and the other to school like usual and then headed on back home.
This is where the action started.
As I was following the other cars through the green light a car slide through the intersection taking out the lead car and sending other swerving out of the way when the car next to me slammed the breaks on only to have a double dump truck ride right up his ass sending him over to the oncoming lane.
The guy immediately in front of me broke right to avoid the sliding mayhem in front of him to be hit in the door by the guy beside me.

Where was I?
Sailing through the intersection with my eyes closed.
I don’t know how or why but I got out of that with nothing more than sludge on the window.

Feeling really lucky I made my way to the tax office to pick up some forms and then headed off home.
I wasn’t more than half a block to the laneway when some guy riding a bike in my lane falls off.
I started breaking and watched as he got closer and closer until he disappeared under my bumper.
FUCK!!!!!!!!

I got out of the car and walked around with everyone else who piled out of their cars and I looked under the bumper.
Yes, there he was, just before the undercarriage.
The car stopped just in time.
Why do p[eople ride bikes in the winter again?
Does it get any easier?

As I was sitting here the phone rang.
It was my cousin calling to invite us to her father's 80th Birthday party.
"BITCH"
I love her but she works for Telus

Have a nice weekend

Walker

Rolling Down The Highway ©

Snow snow snow
Look at all the snow
Smokin cold air
Givin me a chill, rightdowntomyunderwear

Whine whine whine
Sputter, choke, fart
Jerk, lurch, cough
Stop pulling at my behind

Varooooom, cough, sputter
It’s twenty below
With snow everywhere but here I go
Wind blowin me down that slippery road

Wipe, brush, scrape
Squirt, wipe, squirt.
Splash !!!!!!!!!
Wipewipewipe

Swurve, honk, swear
Spin out of control
Freak out
Laugh at the car in the ditch

Sputter, sputter
Slide
Squirt, wipewipewipe
Splash, FUCK!!!!!!!!

Slipping down that road
Through the snow
Across the ice
Rolling down the highway, sideways

Watch me spinning out of control down that highway so here I come

Walker

Nuke Em !!!! ©

What do you all think of all the shit happening in the Gaza strip?
I have read a number of posts on various blogs with varying views.
Those of you who have been reading my drivel for a few years now may recall my views on the conflict in the Middle East as something like.
Nuke the mothers.
Every last one of them.
I don’t give a fuck which prophet’s ass they lick.
Just bomb them actually bomb them twice so we can make sure.
Then send in a crew with dust busters and collect that fucken garbage and eject it into the sun to roast for eternity.

And then in oh, maybe……….a thousand years and olive tree might grow on the putrid piece of shit dirt called The Middle East.
Holy Land my fucken ass.
It’s fucken Holy alright because it’s full of holes for the bodies who are not whole anymore because some rocket, bomb or what ever device they invented to blindly kill mame or exterminate people with today.

In some ways, I envy bombs.
They know what they were born for.
They have the same religion.
They don’t care what color you are
If you have a cunt or a cock
It doesn’t care if you are 101 or if you were……..
Can you imagine at the moment a baby comes in this world
That very second it slips out from between its mother’s legs and BAM
A bomb with no prejudice whatsoever.
Snuffs it out.
Only a bomb can be that cold or maybe one other, with a cold hand.

Wouldn’t you like to be a bomb?
You wouldn’t have to feel bad about all the killing because this is what you do.
You didn’t want to do it.
You would have been happy flying around close to the stars forever but some cocksucker went and let you fall out of your cradle.

For thousands of years, ignorance has fueled the fires of the Middle East leaving MILLIONS of people dead.
Thousands of years down the fucken road the world have become more enlightened of the things of the world.
We looked and reached out to other cultures and integrated them into our lives.

How many of you out there eat Chinese food?
Now how many of you are Chinese?
Look at what you eat and say and count how many are not what your ethnicity is.
If the whole world but the Middle East can be that way then what’s the problem here?
They can’t be that ignorant any more.
Fuck these people are putting together weapons of mass destruction in a swirling sandstorm when back when they first made the atomic bomb it was in a seal sterilized city, they must have intelligence.

Maybe the Holy Land has no soul.
Maybe that’s it.
Maybe that’s why it’s all becoming all sand over there.
It’s the world’s hourglass.
That could be the sign from, could it possibly be……..God.

Hold on let me think for a second.
You know, it all makes sense now.
I don’t know why I didn’t see this before.
Oh yeah, I was to busy focusing on the dead children.
Sorry, my bad.

Now this revelation reinforces my whole fucken theory.
The Middle East is one big hourglass and as they fight over there they are creating more and more sand and dust until one day in who knows 200 years there will only be a mountain of sand in that place called the Middle East Desert.
Now if I take this into consideration I could interpret this as a sign from God to save the world 200 years of suffering by

NUKING THE MOTHERFUCKERS NOW!!!!!!!!!

The biggest joke in these situations is the UN.
United Nations, should be Useless Ninnies

We have trouble with the Taliban in Afghanistan.
We send troops.
There is trouble is a number of African countries and we send troops.
Iraq invades Kuwait, we send in troops.

Now correct me if I am wrong but didn’t all these countries sign in on this to help stop tyranny?
There you have it then.
I think Israeli UN peacekeepers should charge in and battle back the invading Israeli army and while they are busy holding them back maybe an Egyptian or wait; an Iranian force can strike those rocket launcher in the Gaza.
I bet they can do a better job of finding them.

Hypocrites, all of them and us too.
We allowed ourselves to be dragged in this shit.
The Middle East is our real life weapons testing ground for whatever company makes them.

Just think of it.
In ten minutes it could be all over.
BAM BAM THANK YOU MAM

All you have to do is say Nuke Em and if you believe in God then pray.
Don’t pray for him to forgive you because he never will.
Pray that some day he will forgive your grandchildren for your sin.

Does anyone know how all this started.
I always though it was because someone fucked someone else's goat.
Moses led all these people out of the desert and parted the Red sea for them to cross.
They had great acid back then.
If there were a God he would have sent a fly to buzz Moses’ nose and while he flapped his hands around the river would have come down and drowned them all and the Middle East could have become The Sahara Disney Land Resort.

Say it.

Nuke em

No more killing
Your kids can go to school and not worry about terrorists from there any more.
Come on, say it

Nuke em

NUKE EM

Say it

NUKE THEM ALL!!!!!!!!!

Kill, every last mother fucken son and daughter of them.

It will finally be over once and for all.
Until it happens somewhere else that is.
Like, Pakistan and India.

Where are we going and what are we doing?
The only reason all this is happening is because we are allowing it.
Our governments support one side or the other and sometimes both over a period of decades.
What are we doing?
Why are we making these people prolong a war and their destiny?
If there were ever people who were meant to kill each other it’s the people of the Middle East.
They are taught to hate from the moment they are born.
It doesn’t even have to be done by the parents.
The bombs they don’t care, they’ll teach you how to hate when they erase your family.
Hell, they’ll even strap one on and go for a fucken ride to virgin heaven.

Maybe if they were to be left alone they would find a way or kill one or the other, with luck each other once and for all.
If we can’t stand by and watch then maybe we should send a couple of battle cruisers up the Mediterranean then pound both offensive and defensive positions and let them see some real fucken power.

Tell me, when is enough?
How much are you willing to take?
For how long will you allow these people to disrupt your life?
Threaten your children or kill them for something you know nothing about.

We want to be humanitarians but we are all talk and no actions.
We are to scared because the aggressors are our allies sometimes.
Does that make a difference?
If your neighbor murdered a kid would we defend him?

If we Nuke Em we become no better than them but the astronauts on the space station could have one hell of a BBQ.

I think this is where we have to decide either to send in forces and end this by force or join forces and cut off all ties to countries of this region for at least………200 years.
No travel out to anywhere outside of their little graveyard and if they try to press the matter with us;

Nuke Em, I’ll sleep well.
At least we can say we tried and not sat back.

Have a nice day

Walker.

Day One ©

Today is day one of unplanned parenthood.
I had to get up at 6:45am.
Before, it was the time I went to bed.

On Friday night my eldest decided and made the leap and is now living at my parent’s place.
Saturday she ran to my youngest to tell her grandfather had made her sandwiches to take to work with her.
No one had made her lunch before.

While she was at work I drove over to my Ex’s my youngest to pick up the rest of her stuff and sat there listening to my Ex wish me luck while my daughter was digging through the place for her things.
She told me she was a smart girl but lazy.

I’m thinking; this is the woman I spent the better part of twenty years supporting while she sat on the couch getting drunk and stoned.
As I scan through my mind I see in all that time that she worked a total of six months while I worked twelve hours and then another eight wheeling and dealing to keep our habits fed to a tune of a thousand bucks a day.
Even before the drugs she was this way so I can’t blame them.
.
After loading the car to the rim we came home with her mother last words echoing in my head.
“You might be able to straighten her out but if she doesn’t like living with you she could come back if she promises to go to school so I can get my money back”.
What do I say or did I say to that?
Nothing.
My daughter was right there and it was self-explanatory what her mother said.
If she can’t deduce and process this properly in her head then I can’t help her.
I am not the one to make up her mind.
It’s time she learned how to deal with the hard facts of life.
I did and still am.

On the way home cramped like sardines in a can we argued music and even though she is into some of the hard rock I am known to have pounding through my speakers I have to concede listening to some of her music, which isn’t so bad once you tune a deaf ear to it.

I unloaded the car actually I loaded the car because she wasn’t feeling well.
It started that morning when I saw her.

“You don’t look so good”.
“No I don’t”.
“What’s the matter”?
“I got a stomachache”.
“Why, what did YiaYia make you eat”?
“You didn’t try her stewed lamb guts did you”?
Her face twisted and started turning green, “No she didn’t”.
“I was just asking because that stuff makes my stomach turn just thinking of it swirling around your plate in tomato sauce”.
I could see the disgust in her eyes and she begged me to stop.

“So what’s the problem”, she mumbles and stares at her feet
She’s kid of shy and really hasn’t seen me more than a dozen times in the last nine years.
“You know, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong”, like I didn’t already know.

There was more mumbling and foot staring.
She stares at her feet you’d think she was scared to loose them.
I decided to stop playing cat and mouse with her and bring the subject to light as gently as I could.
“So…………………you on the rag”?

Her body snapped together like someone just plugged her ass into a wall socket.
Her eyes were bulging as she stared at me.
I know I could have said, “Are you on your period honey” but it’s not my style.
Besides I need to jolt these kids a little hoping that they will crawl out of their shells.
I don’t want them to swear like old drunk hooker but hiding behind a wall of hair in no way to live either.

It’s what kids do now a days when they are to shy.
You walk up to an old friend the kid doesn’t know and all of a sudden you turn around and cousin IT from the Addam’s family is standing next to you.

After she thawed her hair nodded to me that yes she was and needed to go to the store.
As I drove there I explained to her that if she needed something she was to tell me what ever it was and to not worry that I would probably shock her more than she could shock me.

Saturday night we watched a movie and talked so I could get a little more perspective about her life and why her mother said what she did.
From what I gathered the Ex was right but I listened to my daughter to and I see a lack of enthusiasm on my Ex’s part for the daughter’s problems.
It’s hard for a kid to go to school when she doesn’t have her homework done.
It’s embarrassing to be the only one constantly failing because you don’t have the supplies to do your work.

She has a cooking course she has to make ten different items and bring to class to be graded to get that credit and she hasn’t done any of it yet because no one will buy her the ingredients.
Actually, in one of her bags she had a few of the items she needed that she had bought with her own money.
It’s a three-month course with a different recipe for ten weeks and she hasn’t done any yet and there is 2 weeks left.
To me this looks like a kid that’s trying not one that’s lazy.

Her mother was being given 600 a month for her keep and she didn’t or wouldn’t dish out twenty bucks a month.
I have been keeping my cool through all of this and have not said anything in anger about my Ex to anyone and I have tried to do that here as well because what will it accomplish right now.
I already got a head full of new items to juggle than to add more drama to the mix.

Sunday I asked her to write me down a list of what she needed for all ten recipes then we took the list to my kitchen and we hunted down what I might have and armed with what was left I headed off to the grocery store and spent sixty-five bucks and got what she needed.
When I got home I gave her a shelf in the fridge and a shelf in the cupboard then told her for the next ten days I wasn’t cooking fuck all.
She was to feed us with what those recipes she had to cook for school.
It’s that fucken simple people.

Later that day I was helping her unpack the stuff we brought home and she pulled out a dvd and snickered then said it was the Ex’s boyfriend’s
She said she packed it with her stuff.
I told her to put it on the side and she was to give it back to him next time we see her mother.
I don’t care for the man, if you want to call him that but it’s not my place here today to get into him and we have a 30 year history between us.

She asked me why that he won’t know.
I told her that in life you want nothing from those that despise you and never to leave yourself indebted to one of them in any way or form.

I’ve lived my life a certain way for a certain reason.
I believe you take care of number one first then those under you.
In your life, you are the foundation and if you crumble what use are you to anyone.
After you have helped yourself and then your family if you have anything left and are in the mood to help someone who needs it then do it but never, EVER, ask for that favor back if you find yourself in need.
It doesn’t matter if the bank is at the door ripping your house keys from your hands, you ask for nothing just move on because you would loose more than you know.
If you are loosing it, it means you couldn’t afford it to begin with so why bother rescuing what you could never hold on to anyway and that goes for everything in life.

Life is simple if you cut the bull and go straight to the difficult part first.
It makes life so much easier without the fog.

Today I got up and drove one kid to school and the other to work because there is a bus strike on.
It felt good for some strange reason even though my body is dead to the world.
Maybe I’m still asleep and this is a dream.

Have a nice day

Walker

Slippery Pepperoni ©

The first post of 2009 hmmmmmm.
So, how’s the weather in your neck of the woods?
Here it’s just fucken freaky.
First we get frozen then buried in three feet of snow.

So I think to myself, how fucken unlucky can a guy get.
First my father decided that he wasn’t moving to Australia but to Canada instead.
I love this country but I can do without the freaking snow.
I mean he could have picked British Columbia, where there isn’t as much of the white stuff but NOOOO.
He had to move to where they get the MOST snow in Canada.

Then, while the rest of the world is complaining about global warming, it totally passes us by and goes to Florida.
WTF is up with that?
It’s already hot enough there.
I want some global fucken warming here too.

Well it seems the other day someone heard my cries and we got rained on for two days, melting most of the snow.
I bet that sounds good to many of you out there but it’s not a good thing, especially when the weather hovers around freezing.

After spending most of the evening in my mother’s basement on Saturday hanging her new lights I went home and passed out for a couple of hours then woke up hungry.
I looked at the clock and it was to late to go next door and besides, I had my fill of leftovers so I called for a pizza at the place next door.
I told her I would pick up my double double pepperoni and cheese pizza, if you pick up it’s five bucks cheaper and you save on a tip to.
Besides it’s only 100 feet from the bottom of my laneway.

I waited about twenty minutes before getting dressed for the outdoors and walked through the back but when I opened the outside door, I found myself staring at a sheet of ice all over the back yard.
While I was sleeping we got rain, then a cold front came in and froze it into a glistening ice rink.

I walked to the bottom of the stairs and reached out with my foot to test it to see if I could walk on it and I have to say that one would have to be a fucken moron to walk out there on this.
Slowly I stepped down and stood there with both feet gingerly shuffling towards the center of the yard when suddenly I got caught on the slope and begun sliding down the 100 foot length laneway towards the sidewalk.
There was nothing I could do but shuffle my feet around to try and stay standing and not fall to the ground because something told me if that happened, they would probably find me there in the morning frozen to the ground.
Not to mention I wouldn’t get my pizza and I was really hungry.

Being a big figure skating fan, I managed to get to the bottom after I successfully pulled off a double axel and a salchow that almost became a butt slam to the ground but got off with only slightly scuffing my knuckles against the wall.
I wonder how many points that cost me?

Now I was standing on the sidewalk, 100 feet up a slippery hill to my door and just as far to the pizza shop.
I could almost smell the double cheese double pepperoni pizza as I slowly slid my way towards the pizzeria; I live dangerously as you can see.
Up the steps I went and inside to find the new girl running around like madwoman because she was alone.
Sweat, was pouring off of her body.
She would have looked great naked, fuck the pizza then.

I told her I was there for my pizza and she said it needed another ten minutes and I told her it was ok, I’d just sit around and stare wait.
The phone was ringing off of the hook and she was making the food and taking orders.
I asked where everyone else was and she said that she would like to know too.
Seems they were all lost in the freezing playground and people were ordering food like crazy because I guess they weren’t dumb enough to try to navigate through this iceberg.

She finally showed up with my pizza, “BOOOOOO BOOO BOO”, and I wished her luck because it was obvious I wasn’t having any.
With a firm grip on the railing and balancing my pizza in the other, I started skidding down the stairs to the sidewalk where I glided for about four feet like a curling stone.
But I still was up and holding my dbl dbl pepperoni cheese pizza.

Now I was in the middle of the sidewalk and as luck would have it, facing in the right direction.
All that remained was 100 feet of wet ice and a wet slippery hill
Slowly I started shuffling my feet across the ice like a cross-country skier on snow or like Sally Struthers on the thigh master after 40 chocolate bars.

I had the pizza out in my left hand with my right out trying to balance my body as my feet slithered towards home.
Everything was going good until I got to a laneway that sloped down towards the street.
I stood there staring at it thinking.
“Man this looks fucken slippery”.

I realized I had to have a plan if I was to get by instead of slowly sliding off into the middle of the street to get hit by a car like the one the just did a loop de loop through the red light at the intersection.
So I figure that if I aim high and move as fast as I can, I should probably find myself sliding down to the other side where I want.

After adjusting the pizza in my hand I slowly turned upward and in a burst of speed I started polishing the ice as fast as I could while balancing the dbl dbl pepperoni cheese pizza up in the air like a symbol of triumph.
Fuck could I have used those guys with the brooms to clear my path.

I manage to get some distance up and closer to the other side before I began sliding down towards the street but I had good momentum and made it across the laneway without any mishaps.
It’s amazing that on a good day it would take me a second to cross it and now it was a fucken adventure.

I made my way to the bottom of my laneway and I looked up at it and I knew this would have to be a miracle for me to get back up there.
But I had to try.

Gently I reached out with my foot and there was no grip what so ever.
NONE, it was slick like a greasy chicken wing.
But I had to try.

I’d ask God for help but since I don’t believe in him, I’m out of that one lifeline.
I believe in Jesus and I’d ask him but his father might not let him talk to me.
So I figure maybe he has and I just have to remember what he said or did, then I think.
“Well, Jesus walked on water or did he”.
“Maybe it was melting ice and it looked like he was walking on water and all he had to do is a good balancing act”.
“The only question remaining is, was it up river he walked or down because this fucken river is up all the fucken way”.
What can I say; I had to try.

Trying to be as light as a 250-pound feather could be, not including the dbl dbl pepperoni cheese pizza, I started up.
It was rough going and I was just waiting for that moment where I was going down like a cheap hooker on a Friday night heels up first.
I don’t know how I did it but I got up to the first landing without any problems.
Filled with renewed hope I took a step and flipped back onto my ass.

Do any of you people know what a crazy carpet is?
It’s this flat piece of plastic kids use to slide down hills.
You know what else they make out of that same material?
Walker’s jacket.
My ass slid all the way down the laneway like a rocket.
Backwards.
Have you notice that something is missing?
If you guessed a dbl dbl pepperoni cheese pizza, you’d be right.
The pizza was 30 feet up the lane way sitting on the landing.

Now I’m hungry and with a wet pride.
So I started moving up the hill again but this time I was getting nowhere.
I don’t know if it was because it was more slippery now or if I was scared of busting my pride again.

I tried a couple more times but it was obvious it wasn’t going to happen.
It must have been half an hour since I picked it up and it was out there all alone and all I could do is stand there helpless.
And then, as I was rubbing my sore pride I remembered how I busted in once before then looked down towards the pizzeria.

I told the dbl dbl pepperoni cheese pizza not to worry; I would be back and began sliding my way back to the pizzeria.
Thirty minutes later I was back with a new sense hope of success.
I called out to my dbl dbl PCP so it knew I was back.
Anyone sliding by would have thought I was on PCP.

Reaching inside my coat I pulled out a bag and two cans of coke from inside it.
I opened the first one and drank most of it in one gulp, then almost burped myself into traffic.
I finished the can in two more shots then opened the next one and it took me a little longer to drink that one but I had to try.
When both cans were empty I crumpled them up to get some sharp edges then dropped them to the ground and stomped on them until they were formed to my running shoe.

I looked at that dbl dbl pepperoni cheese pizza and started moving up.
I had to be careful because if a stepped on a smooth part of the can I would probably break my neck.
I got to the first landing and grabbed the pizza then moved to the side where there was some snow and stomped through that’s to get closer to the door.
At the end of the snow bank I used it to push off and grasped the railing and the stairs to my place as I was sliding by.

Finally back in the house I plopped on the couch, still fully dressed and opened the box to savor that first bite.
I sat there looking down on a Hawaiian pizza.
I hate Hawaiian pizza.

Have a nice first day of the Year

Walker