Couch Potato ©

Yes, yes I admit it.
I’m guilty
I have been watching soccer.
There’s nothing else on.
So I lay on the couch and watched 3 hours of a bunch of guys passing the ball back and forth for a chance to get down the field and score a goal.

I’m not a big fan even though I played the sport for more than fifteen years up to the time I figured out chasing skirts was more fun that chasing balls.
I know the rules and the game from the field and the couch.
When I played we never took dives but then again, I went to school with 1800 other hoodlums and if you stayed on the ground that long the only thing you would get are players from both teams kicking you in the head for delaying the game.

Even though I normally don’t watch the game on TV, there wasn’t anything else on so, I watched soccer.
To make it interesting I looked up who was in this year’s world cup and made my choice on whom to root for.

I choose, The Underdog, my favorite team.

Frankly I am sick and tired of watching the same teams win over and over again.
France, Brazil, Germany, Argentina, Italy and England, the powerhouses of soccer.
Then there are a bunch of medium classed teams from other countries but those six dominate.
So, I wasn’t going to root for them.
Fuckem, I wanted drama and action for a change and I wasn’t disappointed when France lost the first game then went down in flames for the rest of the round until the only thing left was excuses.
Bah Baee!!!!

Italy, the reigning world champions, more excuses.
I don’t think any of them will be going back home any time soon for fear of their lives.

Now the underdogs, my team.
New Zealand, the All Whites, I watched them play Italy to a tie and I swear, their fucken coach was so fucken happy I swear he was ready to wrap a sheep pelt around his back and offer the team a free ride all the way home.
You would think he won the whole fucken tournament and why shouldn’t he think that, he tied the world fucken champions.
I loved it.
I was cracking up watching how happy they all were.
I wonder what would have happened if they had actually won.

This was New Zealand’s second world cup and even though they didn’t make it to the next round, they never lost a game and that says volumes.
Tiny little place compared to some of these other countries but they put up one hell of a fucken fight and the got this goalie.
Mark Paston, the guy rocked between the poles.

Australia to, they had a great tournament falling just short of getting through to the next round.
They had a tough group to play in as well.
Socceroos, I love it
These countries are new to this and to get this far and do this well among the caiber of teams says a lot.

Like the U.S. Team, they had a great tournament too.
I watched their games.
They played hard and tough to get to the next round only to loose in a hard fought battle to Ghana.
Great game and kudos to Ghana, both teams left their all on the field.
Not that it matters to the U.S. Soccer Federation president Sunil Gulati.
According to him he says the team didn’t meet his expectations and the coach’s job is probably on the line.
That makes me laugh.
Fucken paper pushers.
I think the United States did great for getting to the next round.
This gives them something to shoot for.
What does this guy think, that the other team will just let them win or that every other team out there sucks at the game.
Please.
Most of these teams have been doing this for thousands of years in one form or another but we out here in the west just started getting a little serious about it.
We’ll get there as we get more kids into the sport.

Just because most of us are decedents from those countries doesn’t mean we adopted your whimpy games.

We like rough and tumble sports like GRID IRON Football and Hockey or Lacrosse.
Rugby or Australian rules football, that’s shit hardcore.
None of this tootie fruity fakey shit I see on the soccer field.
I swear the way some of those players prance around they should be wearing tutus
You come play and go down playing our sports, chances are they are picking out your fucken coffin.

England, when did it all go wrong?
Was it during the hooligan years or was it when your players wallets got fatter along with their egos.
A Canadian station here had a reporter over in England ”Embedded” with English Fans in England at some outdoor gathering to watch the game.
People were wearing their team’s colors, their country’s colors proudly around their bodies or on their heads.
Drinking down beer and cheering for England until the game started then they were just drinking and swearing.
You could see the let down in the people there.

Every sport needs passion for it to be successful.
I saw none in England.
Or in Italy and France.

They all have the talent but they lack in the passion to make it great like many of the South American teams do.
They love to play the game.
They live for the game.
When little baby boys are born in Brazil their fathers give them a soccer ball and they have been screwing the little air valves ever since.
They live and breathe soccer.
To them it’s not a job, it’s a pleasure, it’s life, not a paycheck.
That’s what makes them so good, skill and passion.
I have seen this first hand in the back alleys, in the mountains and deserts.
There was no TV back there.
As kids all they had was a soccer ball for entertainment

European players have become spoiled little brats that are selling out their teams and country.
Instead of playing like they love the game they play like they own the game.
Maybe they should get Salsa classes for their players or maybe the people in charge of putting the teams together should be looking for fresh passionate players to put on their field and not just players with reputations.

I guess we will see how it goes.
I hope Ghana could continue along with Chile but, there is Brazil, Germany and Argentina still in this so it’s going to be tough.
My prediction is Brazil and Germany in the end.
I hope I’m wrong.

Have a nice day

Walker

Tap Tap Tap ©

Tap tap tap
The rain splatters against the windowpane
Tapping out a message for us to hear
Telling us a secret

Wake up before the dawn

Walker

Shakin All Over ©

I was sitting here getting ready to write a post about a recent fire bombing in this city by a group of anarchists calling themselves FFFC, I think it’s short for (Fools For Free Castration).
They firebombed a branch Bank of Royal after they were refused a loan for a mass sex change.
The bank sighted their lack of enough assets to secure such a loan.
Maybe be down the road when they grew enough balls and maybe found some fucken brains.
Not only did they bomb the bank but they videotaped it for You tube.



Sure, give the cops more evidence.
They didn’t have to tape it there are a gazillion cameras in that area and I am sure they will be on Canada’s most fucked list soon enough.

I have a big pair of shears.
Free castration.
I may even sharpen them.
Maybe not.
Some people shouldn’t be allowed to breed.

I can think of many ways to protest without blowing up things but this is what you get from people who don’t have the balls to stand out in the open to fight for their cause but hide under the shadow of darkness like every other sniveling coward.
Probably scared their mothers will find out and put them in the corner for time out.

Also goes to show you how cheap they are.
Can’t even build a decent bomb and probably had to pool their pennies for a quart of gas.
Word on the street is that they had tried to siphon the gas out of a parked car but they couldn’t find the gas cap so they had to buy some and a Bic lighter.
Maybe it would help next time if you didn’t pick an electric car.

Oh…….hold on
Just in.
They have been arrested.
They were all arrested at the hospital.
Seems that their leader came up with an old idea for a new problem.
On mass they tied a nylon thread to a doorknob and the other end around their balls then slammed the doors.

Oddly, this worked better for castration than it did for the pulling of teeth.
Three new bitches on their way to the penitentiary.

As I was finishing this post in my head it started getting all rattled up in there.
I’m thinking, WOW great pot.
Then the chair started rolling down the hallway as Frick ran to hide in Brad Pitts cave.
Bubbles and BB were hiding in the weeds.
My mother next door sick as she was, was hanging ten on the banister and she flew down the stairs and outside to get out before the house fell down.

An hour ago we got hit by an earthquake measuring 5.5 on the Richter scale, not as powerful as the 7.5 when Inia has an orgasm but still enough to send fear through people outside on the street.

This city is built on bedrock and when the earth shakes, the whole world shakes violently and not side-to-side shaking.
The house was going up and down.
We were thirty miles from the epicenter.
Cell phones went down, as did the Internet until a little while ago.
We don’t normally get them here but when we do, it’s party time.

The whole city, tens of thousands of people are out on the streets drinking beer and talking about the great quake of 2010.
Yup, that’s us, anything to have a beer.

Well, all I can say is, they can’t blame my family on this one HA HA HA!!!!!!!

Have a nice day

Walker

Where's The Mothership When You Need It? ©

OK
I’ve had it?
Life is hard enough as it is but now
Well it’s just getting out of fucken hand.

You know, I mind my own business most of the time unless someone is in need of a hand and to shy to ask and then I would offer some help otherwise I keep to myself.
Fuck, when I am lost I wander around the place not wanting to bother anyone.
Besides, something weird usually happens when I interact with people so I do my best to avoid it.

Now, saying all that, I do try and be polite so if someone I don’t know starts up a conversation with me I won’t be rude and interact with said person.
Unless he/she says they’re waiting for the mother ship then I may tend to slip away like a shadow when he/she blinks.

So I am sitting in the food court at the mall and some guy I don’t know comes and sits next to me.
Great, there are a million empty seats and this guy drops next to me.
I don’t know what it is but if I am in a bar having a pint and someone sits next to me it doesn’t bother me as much as someone sitting next to me at a eatery as I am eating.
Maybe I subconsciously think he is going to swipe my food, who knows, but it bugs me.

I’m sitting there chewing a 300-calorie mouthful of burger and he says.

“Hi.”

Now what, why does he want to talk to me for
Crap.
Crap Crap Crap
I hope he’s not a Jehovah witness or something like that.

“Hi” and I take another quick bite trying to minimize my losses.

“How are you”.

How am I, I’m fucken hungry and you keep talking to me.
“I’m just fine, and you” then stuff a couple of fries in my mouth?

He gave me this funny look.
“So what are you up to today”?

Great, a fucken fag, what do you expect, I’m a block away from parliament.
I got nothing against gays and have many friends who are gays but I hate being hit on.
I guess it’s that “Do I look fucken gay dip shit” attitude most men have in the back of their heads.
Bring your sister over so I can fuck her up the ass and make you cry with envy.

“I’m eating this and going home” then took another bite?

“Can I come over to your place”?

“Are you out of your fucken mind”?!
“How about I shove the rest of this fucken burger down your god damn throat and clear out of your ass without letting you taste digesting it you fucken freak”!

“Hey, can I call you back, some asshole next to me is threatening to kill me”.
He gets up, takes something out of his ear then takes off down the hallway towards security.

Great, FUCKEN BLUE TOOTH!!!
Another mall I’m not coming back too

Have a Happy Father’s Day

Walker

Soccer Or Sucker? ©

I was lying in bed this morning staring at the ceiling thinking about how things are today when the phone rang.
Looking at the caller ID I could tell it was my mother.

“Hello”?
“Those black people are dirty”.
“No ma, they were born that way”.
“That’s not what I mean smart ass, I mean they play dirty”.

Greece was getting their butts handed to them this morning by Nigeria until they just tied it up at half time.

Have any of you watched soccer?
It’s a different type of football.
It’s a sport without honor just back stabbing bastards with degrees in acting.
You know who make the best soccer players in the world, the kids who always started trouble and cried when they got caught.

A good soccer player has to be able to fake a horrifying injury so the referee could penalize the other team and the second he gets it or is evident he isn’t he is up on his feet running down the field like nothing happened and no worse than he was before.
What the fuck is that?

They celebrate goals differently that we do here.
Here when you score a touch down there is a little dance in the end zone and head butting by the head bulls.

In soccer they practically have sex on the field.
Ripping shirts off and running around kissing and chewing on eat other’s cocks.




It wasn't me, I swear.
I'm innocent I tell yeah, innocent.



Come get some of this.



You're so sexy when you score?



Kiss me you fool, I just ate a sardines.



Yes Yes Yes !!!!!!!

cough, cough, I mean well done....
Ok it's not ALL bad

Shit like that doesn’t happen in hockey.
We wear cups…………or is that the real reason hockey player have no teeth?

I don’t know when all this shit started happening.

I mean I played soccer for years and we didn’t give a fellow player a blowjob after he scored a goal.

Fuck, he was lucky we didn’t fuck his girlfriend behind his back.

Hit play, it's only 13 seconds long.

He got a $500 fine for not doing it right and a spanking but he begged the judge for more punishment and threw hiw credit card at the clerk to pay for it.

The world is going nuts.

Last week in the papers here there was a big hoop-a-lah about some new rules they were putting into effect in the junior soccer leagues here.

It seems that some teams are to good and score goal by the bushel full while other could barely tie up their shoe laces so they put in a rule that says that if a team wins with more than five goals on an opposing team then they would loose.

Huh, say that again so I can hear it clearly.

If the game goes six nothing at the end whistle then we loose?

Are you out of your fucken noodle?

They did it.

They passed the rule and for about a week they lived with it.

One coach ordered his player to score on his own goalie to win the game because they were one goal over.

Another has his players passing the ball around the backfield for thirty minutes just in case they scored one by accident.

What the fuck are we teaching our kids with shit rules like this.

We put our kids out there and tell them we want them to do their best and some pacifist with a sense of fairness decides that it would be only far to pass a rule like this.

Before this rule there were thinking of one that said no matter what the score was that no one would loose and it would be a tie.

WTF!!!!!!!!

Competition is about giving it your all and reaching for the ultimate prize, being number one.

Achieving a goal you have set to reach.

Not having it snatched by some person who thinks that it’s more important to play than win.

Yes, having fun is important but winning is the goal.

If some teams suck then they should look into why they suck.

All the kids are in the same age group so size wise it’s far.

Maybe some kids are not cut out to play soccer but their parents want them too.

Maybe they want to play but aren’t good at it but they still play.

Even loosing has its rewards.

WE lost lots of games.

We lost all of the important ones but we were always stoked that we lost in the finals.

We lost in the finals, a place they never expected us to get to but we did two years in a row.

We sucked as players but rocked as a team.

Loosing made us fight harder

These kids don’t need stupid people changing the rules so unbalance the cycle of life.

They need to leave things as they are so that these kids could grow and become champions in everything they do in life.

Making changes like this soccer league did only makes out kids weak.

In life they won’t change the rules to accommodate you.

You need something you have to go out and get it.

If you need more training you take night courses.

If you can’t run for long periods you take up jogging and get better.

You loose a game, you figure out why and how then fix the problem.

Oh look, Greece scored again and won the game.

Hold on a second.

“Hello ma, did you see that gay Greek guy grab the other one by the ass”.

"He’s not gay, he is wishing him luck”.

“You sure he wasn’t checking to see how firm his ass was”?

Yeah, soccer is not what it used to be.

Have a nice day

Walker

Hola ©

It’s been said that I am a patient man.
It’s also been said I like to get what I want and would stop at practically nothing to achieve that goal.
I mean I wouldn’t hurt anyone, seriously but usually I would try to find away around any impedance.

A little planning along with some creative thought and you could achieve any goal you set out reach or not even
You could just plough straight ahead big as day and do what you got to do shoving anyone in you way aside and come back later to patch things up if it’s worth it.
If not, fuckem.

“Sigh”

The old days were fun.

I live in a government town where at least sixty percent of the people are either working directly or in directly for the government.
So politics is usually a subject at some point of the day.
I hate politics and try to avoid it because I am very opinionated and man can I unleash a barrage when I get pissed off.

I am what you call a baseball liberal.
I believe that the government should work to meet our needs with the tax money it collects.
Take the rest and build reserves for emergencies.

Personally I think spending a lot of money on a military is a waste.
I think you should make one bomb big enough to split the world in two and tell the world you want us, then we will all loose because I am going to pop the weasel make us all equally dead.
Go Jimmy Jones on the big walnut.

Living in a multi cultural country, politics takes on a different perspective.
You could be sitting at the pub or in your kitchen with your parents arguing politic on the Middle East or Europe.
Down in the states or here at home.
It doesn’t matter.
Old minds, young minds, experience verses new ideas battling each other.
Usually there is no winning even after they come in from rolling around in the parking lot, BUT they did get their point out.

Government sucks the big kolbasa.
I have butted heads with the system so many times both of us are walking around dizzy but after a period of time.
A long time I get what I want.

One time they owed me money.
Lots of it but they wouldn’t cough up and litigation would take years.
I told them they would regret it.
They laughed.
A week later the cops were at my door to question me about some missing tires.
Forty-four to be exact but I told them I have no idea why someone would take the tires of eleven government vehicles.
35 by the end of the month.
They searched my house.
Duh, what would I be doing with 140 tires.
I ride a bicycle.
They couldn’t figure out what happened to all the wheels.
Maybe the Michelin man ate them how the hell would I know.

I got my money two months later and coincidently the tire disappearances stopped just about the same time, as did cinder block abductions at area construction sites.
In fact to smooth things over with the government I took the public works director fishing at buddies cottage and he was impressed with buddies ingenuity on how he built his dock using recycles materials.
Uh huh………..



“Sigh” the good old days.

Every time I need to deal with the government I start off going through the same channels we all do that have been set up by them to expedite our needs.
Expedite my ass.

You start off in reception by taking a number and waiting until it’s called.
When you are called the receptionist sends you to another section where you have to take a number and wait again.
After a lengthy period of time you get to the counter where the lady gives you a stack of papers to bring home to fill before you can go any farther.

The next day you go back and start at reception again by taking a number then being sent to the other section to take a number there.
After an hour you are back at the counter watching a pencil pusher looking over the forms then she sends you behind the screen and yet another fucken number machine.
I sit next to a bunch of other people who look like they are ready to join me in a rebellion.

I don’t care what country you live in. it’s the same everywhere.
I sent in my papers for my waiver to the United States on the first of December.
I wait and wait and wait…………three months later I send an email to the address they gave me asking the status of my application and within two days later I get a response.
“We will notify you through the mail on the status of your application”.
So ummm why did you tell me to email you after three months?

Ok, you know, beggars can’t be choosers so I’ll wait.
Five months go by and now I have to do some creative thinking and planning because who knows how many people have to check my application before I get an answer.
So I called in my friends and told them I need to get into the states and after two cases of beer and a bottle of scotch we had a plan.

Julio would fly down to Tijuana and hook up with a couple of migrant workers down there and prepare for my arrival.



We sent Julio because he is the only Greek that looks Mexican.
Actually his real name is Mixalis but we call him Julio for short.

The plan was he would get a place to stay and make contact with migrant workers that were preparing to sneak across the border and I would go with them.
See, security is too tough on the Canadian border making if virtually impossible to get past the jelly belly blond guarding it, not like on the Mexican border where they can’t catch a Mexican jumping bean on the run with a neon sign around his neck.

Tuesday night we were all set to go.
We went into our parents old truncks looking for clothes to look as inconspicuous as possible.



A couple of the crew were going down with me to make sure I didn't get into trouble and Julio came back because last time we left him alone in a foreign country for a couple of weeks he married five chicks from neighboring villages.
Good thing they made jails out of mud there because he would still be locked up and his name would be Hula Julio.

Julio had left two days earlier and had reported that the weather was great, the tequila expensive but the hookers were cheap.
Two out of three’s not bad I guess.
I could hire a hooker to carry the backpack under the fence and pawn her off to the border guards if we got caught.
They’d fuck anything out there in the desert.

Before though I ran around watering my plants and feeding the colony of geckos that moved in with me.
Make sure there is no mail in the box.
Hmmm, what’s this?
An envelope from homeland security, I got my waiver WOOOO HOOOO
Fuck, it’s only good for a year.
Oh well, I knew it would be a cash grab and would cost me another $545 again in a year.
You would think that they checked me out and found out that I wasn’t a threat but that’s fine.
Something is better than nothing.

Now whom should I go visit first, after Inia of course.

What, oh yeah Julio.
Oh well, he could always get married to one of those cheap hookers.....or all of them.

Have a nice day

Walker

Piss Me Off Why Don't You ©

With family business now taken care of for the moment I can think a little clearer and maybe write a decent post.
I would like to thank everyone for their comments on the passing of my aunt.

While I was dealing with family things I wasn’t totally out of the loop.
I passed by many blogs and read lots of what is happening in your lives.
To be honest I really didn’t know what to say, so I just read.
When I was away from the computer I watched the news and I must say, I am not impressed with a lot of the things that I saw and am disappointed even more than I used to be in mankind.

We have let greed and large corporations dictate how we live and how we will die.
While we drain our wallets of our hard earned money or money we receive from unemployment or welfare because jobs have been lost due to these same companies who have moved to places where they pay less for labor and supplies to create what they paid us to make.
Not only do they take your jobs and income away they want you to buy their shit that they made somewhere else.
Free trade?
No, slave labor and extortion.

On the Gulf of Mexico there is a humongous inkblot spreading on our report card on how well we take care of mother earth.
We, the humans, caretakers of this planet have taken a long dagger and stabbed her in the chest and now she is bleeding her black blood all over the place and choking the life out of her ecosystem in the area.
A cancer we have unleashed upon ourselves because of our desire for more energy to feed the gluttonous monster we have created because we are lazy and in a rush.

I watch people talking on the news and what are they worried about?
The tourism industry, huh….
Are you out of your fucken mind?
Screw the tourist business, your fucken kids are going to be eating, drinking and breathing that Black Death.
Who gives a fuck if Ping Pong, Charley Canuck or Rufus Gangbanger won’t show up to golf because there is oil drowning the gators in the water traps.

Stop fucken whining and get out there and do something about this because you are worried about what you see, think about what you don’t see until a couple of years down the road when you wake up pissing black gold.
If your name isn’t Jed then you're in fucken trouble because that isn’t black gold.
You’re just pissing out your rotting spleen.

The true impact of this won’t show its ugly face until years down the road and BP has moved to another location to stab the earth again and again and again and we, we are going to be preoccupied with something new in the news.
Maybe a coup secretly financed by BP to move the spotlight over to somewhere where we won’t notice what they are doing.
WE have the resources and technology to move away from the need of oil but we don’t.
We don’t because our economies are tied to oil and gold.
Both govern how we live because of how industry works.
Industry needs oil and they pay for it in gold.

There are millions of hectares of barren land all over the world that could be used to build windmills on.
But they don’t because they say it costs too much.
Huh?
There are almost a billion people throughout the world who are either unemployed or working for next to nothing who could use the work and cash?
Hire them to work and tax them for their work then use that money on building better cleaner energy resources instead of fucken bigger guns.

Here, let me help you beat Al-Qaeda; stop using their oil.
Stop dealing with countries that are associated with terrorist directly or indirectly and cut off countries that do business with those countries.

Stop using oil products all together and leave it where it is, in the grave it seeped down to after a couple of millions years of decomposed matter.
I’m surprised they haven’t figured out a way to take our dead bodies to put them in a grape press to squeeze a gallon or two out of our dead butts.

If we didn’t have a need for oil they wouldn’t be drilling in the oceans and this isn’t the first or last spill and one day they won’t be able to fix it and we’ll be fucked.
Big business has invested so much money in the fossil fuel industry that they can’t afford to move on until the rape the earth of her last drops of blood first.

I believe the earth is a living breathing entity a lot like our bodies.
When we are sick or catch a virus we get run down and can’t function.
Sometimes people die.
This is what is happening to the earth and we are that virus.
What’s the cure?
Well, there are two cures.
One, we stop and try to fix what we have done or two, the earth will let us die and start all over again.
I wonder which one we will choose?

My next beef are people who have gotten to big for their britches and need to be slapped down if not completely fucked up the ass.
Can someone tell me why they haven’t killed and skinned the leader of North Korea?
I though the United States and China already worked out the deal.

The U.S. has one of those fake war games around South Korea then pretend to be provoked by the North Koreans so they could invade and take over uniting North and South.
There wouldn’t be much resistance since most of them are starving to death and would faint getting out of bed.
China would be too busy to help the North Koreans because with the U.S. fleet not around they invaded Taiwan and are all at the karaoke bars celebrating their victory and getting jiggity with the chickies, “wink”.

Israel, I am very disappointed and in international waters too.
For decades I supported the right for Israel to defend themselves, for their right to exist in their country on their terms.
Even when they murdered a Canadian businessman for building weapons for Iraq I said the guy got what he had coming to him but this latest incident.
That was disgraceful and without honor.

I think Israel has grown and become what they fought against to become a country.
They have allowed their enemies to make them paranoid terrorists no better than Al-Qaeda or those pirates off the coast of Somalia.
To attack ships carrying aid for starving people with flying gun ships and machine guns in international waters, that’s an act of piracy and terrorism perpetrated by traitors to humanity.

Stomping women’s heads into the deck of a ship then to kill nine innocent people who were defending themselves, that’s murder, premeditated murder at the hands of trained soulless killers.
To the United States government, Mr. Obama, screw you too.
You think that Israel should be the ones to investigate this incident, you got to be fucken kidding me right?
Why don’t you let every murderer in your country investigate the murder he/she is accused of, that would be fair right?
At least according to your suggestion to the United Nations.
How many do you think with be found guilty eh, and while we are at it why don’t you make Charles fucken Manson Attorney General too.
Charles and the Mrs. could start a foundation to help bury the dieing people in Gaza.
Free body bags for all.

This should be investigated by the United Nations and if Israel doesn’t like it then toss them out on their fucken butts and let them fend for themselves in the future.

If they wanted to inspect the cargo then they should have escorted the ships to a dock and done a thorough inspection but that’s not what they wanted to do.
They don’t want these people to have food or medical supplies.
They have Gaza under siege and are turning the place into a concentration camp, the Israeli version of Auschwitz.
The only good Palestinian I guess is a dead Palestinian to them.
At least they don’t have to build ovens, it’s so hot out there they will just let the sun bleach their bones where they fall death.
How long would it take on an emaciated baby to turn to dust?
A month.
In a couple of years they could turn the place into a retirement community for pirates and politicians.

You would think that people would learn from history but the only thing people have learned is how to kill in different ways.
When we see a friend hurting someone on purpose we should stop them not enable them or toss them a weapon to do more damage.

Twenty years ago I walked around a corner and stumbled upon my brother and three other men.
One was holding one man and my brother was working him over.
The forth man was giving my brother orders.
I freaked out and forced the one holding the guy who was being beaten to release him and held a knife to the fat fucker giving orders and told my brother if he had the balls to fight the guy one on one to go at it.
My brother did short work of the guy but he did it fair.

I wanted to gut that fat bastard right then and there but I didn’t a six-month later he was in jail along with two other idiots he paid to have some mechanic killed.
This was my world and wasn’t letting my brother get mixed up in this garbage lifestyle or letting him ruin his life for some gutless piece of fat shit who can’t take care of his own business.

Israel is becoming that bully and disregarding international law but wants us to respect their rights.
Well, I am sorry, you got to give it to get it and right now, I’m not in the respecting you mood.
Saying that they had weapons then showing the world a slingshot that you had to defend against with 100 million dollars worth of tech, you must either think we are stupid of found out there was someone called David on one of the ships that might have used it to shoot down your helicopters with.
I’m sorry but we are not friends any more.

It’s time the people of this fucked up planet stopped and had a good look at what’s happening and do something about it.
We have the power through our votes to do this by putting the right people in the right job and to get rid of them when they are not.
For the longest time we have been voting along party lines like if politics was some kind of sport.
Liberals vs. Conservatives.
It’s not a fucken hockey game.
It’s our lives and the lives of our kids and their future we are gambling with.
Party faithful my ass.
The only thing we should be faithful to, are our families and their survival and so far we are failing them.

This planet is our home and we are shitting all over it and not scooping up the mess.
It’s time we all find a way to take out the garbage for the sake of our kid’s future.
Not ours, we are already fucked but it’s not too late for them if we do something now or we may as well take out the gun and shoot them in the head now to spare them the suffering as a result of our garbage, our way of life.

These are my opinions

Have a nice day

Walker

Silence ©

We sat in a fairly large room staring at the still figure lying peacefully before us.
It was a somber occasion as we sat remembering bits and pieces of the past while choking back tears of pain.
It was hard.

It was hard when I looked over and saw the pain in someone’s face as they walked up to the front to look at a woman I have recognized all my life.
A dull knife ripped my chest apart when I heard my mother four rows in front scream in agony when she saw her best friend for the first time laying still before her or her brother, my uncle when he fell across his wife’s body.
I kept looking away and choking back my emotions.

Thirty of us sat there in silence.
All family by blood or through love
We sat there in silence grasping for a piece of what we were loosing.
A mother, grandmother, a piece of heaven on earth.

Someone came to stand next to me as my uncle draped himself over my aunt.
“I remember once looking out the window and saw them walking up the street holding hands like a couple of kids” he said.

We sat there lost, off balance.
We sat there for two hours
You sit there waiting for her to sit up and say “Ha, April Fool’s”, but it’s June

The next day, Friday, it was quiet at the funeral home.
A handful of family and friends sat there guarding over their loved one as she slumbered in her crib.

6pm I arrived with the girls by my side as we walked in and sat with the few people that were there with my parents and cousins.
Then around 6:30 a few more people arrived.
Then more and more until they stood 500 deep in line to pay their last respects to this person.
They were friends and relatives from all around.
Some who had never met her but knew her through others.

She wasn’t the mother of Kings or Queens, Prime Ministers or Presidents but she did give birth to three she thought of as such and the little princes and princesses they supplied her with later on.

I watched as many fell against the coffin in angst and disbelief searching for answers to reasons why.
More chairs had to be brought in and two priests arrived to say a prayer for the dead and the living.

6am Saturday
It’s supposed to rain all day today.
The phone rang with my mother on the other end checking to see if I was up.
I was up.

I came down stairs and sat here thinking about today.
The night before I got a phone call and my cousin asking me if I would be a pallbearer.
I said it would be an honor.
My cousins couldn’t pull themselves together to carry their mother so I along with my brother, two nephews and two cousins said we would do it.

7:30am I dropped my parents off where the limo was to pick all of them up to take them to the funeral home and went back to get the kids then off to the funeral home.
I was there by 8am and we sat there for an hour before the priests showed up to prepare my aunt to be received at the church.
When they were done we carried my aunt down the hall and outside to the Hearst.

It was a quiet thirty-minute drive to the church and when we got there the parking lot was full of cars.
At least a hundred vehicles of every size and shape and the pews inside were all full of people with fifty more lined up behind the coffin waiting to follow her in.

My brother and I picked up the coffin then lead her up the stairs and stood by the door waiting for the priest to invite her in then marched down the long aisle and up to the pulpit.
We then retreated to our seats.

It was a forty-minute service then people were invited to say their last respects before they closed the coffin for the last time.
My mother took it hard she collapsed in the pew crying that she wasn’t going to go to say good-bye to her best friend and sister in law and banged her face with clenched fists.
My brother grabbed her and they slowly made it up the stairs with the priest on one side and my brother on the other as she cried all over my aunt.

When my mother had been walked away we picked up my aunt once more and walked out of the church with god’s blessing.
Down the steps and into the Hearst to made our way to the gravesite.
As I was waiting for the Hearst to pull out with the limo the parking lot slowly started to empty until there wasn’t a car left but us and we took that short ride to her final resting place.

Like the previous drive to church this was a quiet one.
We made the turn to the cemetery and around the corner and about a hundred yards away there was an impromptu parking lot surrounding her grave with all the people who had rushed out of the church to get there before us.
They all stood there hold bunches of flowers they had torn from the wreaths that had been placed by her grave as is our custom.

They parted as we raised the coffin over our heads to clear the over tombstones blocking our way then gently set her down on the ropes.

The priests once more blessed her and poured sand and wheat over the coffin and they lowered it down.
He eldest son who had been hard and indifferent for the last couple of months of his mothers impending death broke down as her other son cried out wishing his mother a safe trip to her next stop while her daughter crumbled before them.

Everyone then tossed their flowers into the grave and walked away, all but three.
Her youngest son who quit his job to sit by his mother’s side at the hospital for 26 days until she died and two of her grandsons.
She had asked her son before she died to make sure he stayed there until they covered her up with dirt so he, my brother and her two grandsons, both eighteen did more than that, they stayed to filled in the hole themselves then spread the flowers from all the wreaths on top.

Not a drop fell until we reached the grave and then only for the service and then it stopped.

Now it’s time for everyone to get some rest

At the wake D2 asked for the car keys so she could change her shoes.
Later in the basement of the church my mother looked at D2 as she stood there tall and beautiful and told D2 she will find her a nice boy as she looked at D2 in her nice black dress then down to her …..Addidas running shoes.
“Maybe not” then walked away.

Have a nice weekend

Walker

Zoi Se Mas ©

Life is funny.
You don’t get asked if you want to come into this world and you can’t ask to stay when your time is up.

For the last month my family has been visiting my aunt at the hospital daily as she lay on her deathbed.
It was after a long battle with cancer but not a battle to beat the dreaded disease but a battle to hold on for just a little bit longer.
From the six months she was given when first diagnosed she milked it out to three years gaining an extra two and a half years.

Within that period she saw her daughter get married, her grandson graduate high school and to see relatives she hadn’t seen in decades from across the pond.
As my uncle, cousins and the rest morn the passing of my aunt at the hospital I sit here and reflect on the years and days that have passed recently.

All the years that I have known her she was laughing except these last few weeks when she was drugged up on pain killers but she did manage to squeeze one last big one to her grandson before she slipped into a coma.
It amazes me sometimes how people who have been through what someone like she went through, still find a reason to smile.

She along with the rest of our parents were born and raised during uncertain times.
Uncertain if you will eat.
Uncertain if you will have a home.
Uncertain if you will live.
Uncertain if there will be a tomorrow.

Two world wars
Civil unrest
A number of coups
Thousands dead and my family in the center of it all

When she came home as a child to find her aunt and uncles heads stuck on pikes at the front door of her house.
Communists, Royalists and the Democratic forces slaughtering people in the cross fire to take or keep power.

We were a fractured family with members on all sides.
Families split by the bloody blade in a quest to find a better life.
In the end, democracy won but only because they made a deal with the devil leaving the butchers free and forgiven for the blood they spilled to walk among the sheep they culled.
Her family was hit the hardest, half being murdered, men women and children alike.
Then disease took the other half.

Yet, with all that she went through she still smiled.
So with that in mind I will shift gears and write a couple of stories with her in them fist hand because I was there.

For years many Greeks were either cleaners or in the restaurant business.
I worked as a cleaner, janitor with my mother from the age of ten and by the time I was sixteen, company owners were constantly trying to get me to work for them because I had learned so much.

Over those years I had the pleasure of working with many people, my aunt being one of them.
Once when we were working for taxation my aunt and another woman were cleaning one of the long floors.
My aunt went in and cleaned out the garbage and dusted while the other woman came in behind and swept or vacuumed.

Usually most people were gone by that time of the night but there were some who would stay to catch up on their work.
My aunt went into one office and found a guy still at his desk working she quietly she worked around him but when she went to get his garbage can it was under his desk between his legs and she couldn’t reach it.
She stared at it for a little bit then leaned over and in her best broken English she excused herself and asked if she could get the garbage can.

He didn’t say anything to her but continued staring at the paper he was reading.
All she had left to do was get that can so she could move on to the next room.
In a louder voice she said, “excuse me” and pointed at the can between his legs.
Nothing

He must be deaf she thought and went up close to him and touched his shoulder, “Excuse me”! then gave him a nudge.
The guy just fell over on his desk face down.
Hmm she thought.
They guy stays after work to sleep at his desk.
She went to the front and started shaking him trying to wake him up but he wouldn’t.
It was here it dawned on her that he wasn’t asleep but dead.

When she realized he was dead she freaked out and ran out of the office and down the hallway screaming at the top of her lungs.
Now, the Portuguese lady who was sweeping the floor behind her came out of the room in a rush when she heard the screams.
Neither my aunt or this woman could speak English so when my aunt blew past her yelling what ever she was yelling in Greek the other woman figured what ever it was it couldn’t be good so she dropped her broom and started screaming in Portuguese as she ran down the long hallway behind my aunt.

They went down the stairs across the hallway past the security guards who were woken up and out the front door into the parking lot.
Security caught up to the short fat Portuguese woman first and when they asked her why she was screaming and running away she said, “ I doo no”.
They caught up with my aunt half way home and she was barefoot.
The later found one of her shoes outside the dean guy’s office and the other halfway down the hallway.

Another time she and another one of my aunts came to work with me and my mother at this old hundred-year-old building, some kind of mining research place.
My aunts were working in a section where they x-ray samples but this day there was a guy in trying to repair one of the machines.
For some reason he couldn’t open the light but had a red light underneath to see what he was doing as he lay halfway into the huge machine.

There was a sign on the door which said there was someone inside working and not to turn the light on.
My aunt walked up to the door and went in.
It was dark and she couldn’t see much other than a red light near the floor and something else so she reached over and turned the light on.
When they came on she saw the still lower torso of a man sticking out of the machine.
After what happened at taxation still fresh in her head she freaked out and ran out of the room screaming.

She went out and down the hallway to the stairs and down.
My other aunt came out to see what was going on just in time to see a man come out of the room my other aunt had been in all ruffled up and a mess.
She freaked out and started screaming as she ran after the first one.

I was on the second floor and the both ran past me with some guy chasing behind them calling out to them that it was ok.

We always used to laugh when we recanted those stories.
When we used to work at NRC we would get up at 5:30am to take the bus for the hour trip to work.
All of us were half asleep at the bus stop and the bus driver honked to wake us up at times to get on.
I remember once on the bus as I sat there opposite my aunt, she was sitting on another bench seat next to a woman she didn’t know.
After ten or so blocks the bouncing and swaying of the bus had my aunt and the other woman passed out.
Five blocks later they were leaning on each other.
By the time we were half way to work a bunch of other who work where we work got on and they stared at my aunt when they passed as she sat there with this black woman sound asleep hugging each other.

She woke up when we got to work but she won’t from this sleep.
This is the big sleep and we will all be there to send her on her way.
I’m sure she is smiling

We say, “Zoi Se Mas” when we loose one of ours.
Like welcoming in a piece of their spirit
Life to you, to us “Zoi Se Mas”

Have a nice day

Walker