I thought I would never get done…but today I went to the Department Of Motor Vehicles…

In days past, you used to be able to go down and pick up plates for your car…or have someone else do it for you…Nowdays, it’s a different story…

Case in point…

When my son was home on leave at the end of January, he bought a used car…he’s stationed back in the states…why not have transportation…right?...

Well, he drove it back to the base where he’s stationed…no mystery there…I told him I’ll get the registration and plates and mail them to you…

Fast forward to February 29th..me at the window…
THEM…”Sir, do you have your ID?”
Me…”Sure, here you go”
THEM “You’re not Brian”
Me “No kidding, I’m picking up his paperwork for him and sending it along”
THEM “Only the person the vehicle is registered to may pick up registration and plates”
me “My last name is the same and the vehicle is registered at my address”
THEM “It’s the law”
me “So this is part of the Homeland Security legislation”
Them ” Yes Sir…
me…The car is in North Carolina, along with my son who is in the military and WORKING…apparantly for this country”
THEM “You will have to mail him this power of attorney and have him fill it out and have it notarized so you can pick up his registration and plates…
me “(absolute silence)”...

I would once again like to thank our lawmakers for making all of us common people suffer and allow the use of common sense to not be applied to any real life situation…it is no wonder I have no respect for any politician in general and scoff at the process of making laws…You have shown your ability to stimulate the economy in certain sectors…notaries, therapists and headache medication manufacturers…

I’m off to the post office to mail a power of attorney…

In case I forget to give you my regards…here you go…Fuck you assholes…

In one’s life there will be people who are special…others who you will share your thoughts, wishes and secrets…Some will be family, others friends…but there will be those who are lovers and spouses as well…forging deep meaning over time with passion and truth and the creation of children who will be evidence of such a union…

In life there is an undercurrent which brings change…time has a way of altering what was the present and ushering in the future…things change as I have learned personally these last few years…

And when 2 people can no longer see eye to eye, get along or wish to remain together…why they both cannot accept this as fact and move on simply mystifies me…rumor has it that almost half the population of the world is people of the opposite sex…try to find someone for yourself and get a clue…

It seems to almost always be the male who has to fail in this regard…way to go men…Ya Boi…

Hugs to those who need them now more than ever…

How things come so easily for some…and nothing comes for others…Only pain and sorrow…many times brought on and helped by themselves for whatever reason…

Her parents…her Dad especially, treated her like crap from the time her memory starts…psychological abuse…oh, and emotional too…being unloved has to be one of the worst, most empty feelings…and being treated cruelly on purpose is inhuman…You’re fat…worthless, never will amount to anything in your life...If you hear that enough…it burns itself into your memory banks…your soul…

She started trying to harm herself at 12 years old…there are scars on her arms and legs to testify to this…Trying to medicate herself out of existence was the order of the day for years…She met someone and eventually married him just to get out of the house…and is in a loveless marriage now even after 22 years…She hates him, herself and most everything else…

At 45 she still struggles with this horrible pain and doubt…the lack of self esteem and confidence gnaws at her constantly…and she thinks of harming herself almost every day…Yet, she has no faith in trying to start over and rebuild her life…lose the bad and concentrate on the good…because she can see no good…or very little…

She is smart and caring…with many good qualities…

I understand…for when I was a child…I lived just like her…made many of the same mistakes and choices…there are many similarities between us…her and I…but there is one huge difference…I stopped wanting to destroy myself…and she hasn’t…and I believe…in spite of my efforts to help…she will wave the white flag of surrender…and cease to exist…

And I will have failed…

this entry has to rank right up there with the most painful I have typed...

A lack of trust, possesiveness and jealousy….my own issues…

We are 2 alike…much of our past and our issues as well…

But hers are about 3 times worse than mine…how can I help her conquer the beast even as she has helped me to see I must destroy mine?...

I don’t think this will be fun or even possible…but if done…rewarding…

Failure looms…

My brother works doing the same thing I do…I was over at his house for a while today…we did food and Christmas shopping and talked about stuff…This storm stopped us in our tracks. A lot of things are going to be next week delivery because we missed two days and the roads were simply immpossible to drive on in the residential areas…

My brother delivers by where he lives and he drove me through this one neighborhood to show me what a joke it was…On this one street…in an area that had recieved more than 2 feet of snow there was still a foot of snow in the road after it had been plowed even…and only one lane wide to boot…Why?...because all the people who lived on the street…every single one..had snow blowered the snow from their driveways and sidewalks out into the street instead of their yards…

We could barely navigate up the road in his 4 wheel drive pickup…needless to say…nothing was able to be delivered to said neighborhood…

direct from a forwarded E Mail from my cousin…I guess the truth hurts on some of these…

Subject: And This Is Called Progress?

Scenario: Jack pulls into school parking lot with rifle in gun rack.

1963 – Vice Principal comes over, takes a look at Jack’s rifle, goes to his
car and gets his to show Jack.

2006 – School goes into lock down, FBI called, Jack hauled off to jail and
never sees his truck or gun again. Counselors called in for traumatized
students and teachers.

++++++++++++++

Scenario: Johnny and Mark get into a fist fight after school.

1963 – Crowd gathers. Mark wins—dispute settled, Johnny and Mark shake
hands and end up best friends Nobody goes to jail, nobody arrested, nobody
expelled.

2006 – Police called, SWAT team arrives, arrests Johnny and Mark. Charge
them with assault, both expelled even though Johnny started it.

+++++++++++++++++++

Scenario: Little Jeffrey won’t be still in class, disrupts other students.

1963 – Jeffrey sent to office and given a quick paddling by Principal.
Jeffrey now sits still in class.

2006 – Jeffrey given huge doses of Ritalin. Becomes a zombie. School gets
extra money from state because Jeffrey has a disability.

++++++++++++++++

Scenario: Billy breaks a window in his father’s car and his Dad gives him a
whipping.

1963 – Billy is more careful next time, grows up normal, goes to college,
and becomes a successful businessman.

2006 – Billy’s Dad is arrested for child abuse. Billy removed to foster care
and joins a gang. Billy’s sister is told by state psychologist that she
remembers being abused herself and their Dad goes to prison. Billy’s mother
has affair with psychologist.

+++++++++++++++++

Scenario: Mark gets a headache and takes some headache medicine to school.

1963 – Mark shares headache medicine with Principal out on the smoking dock.

2006 – Police called, Mark expelled from school for drug violations. Car
searched for drugs and weapons.

+++++++++++++++

Scenario: Mary turns up pregnant.

1963 – 5 High School Boys leave town. Mary does her senior year at a special
school for expectant mothers.

2006 – Middle School Counselor calls Planned Parenthood, who notifies the
ACLU. Mary is driven to the next state over and gets an abortion without her
parent’s consent or knowledge. Mary given condoms and told to be more
careful next time.

++++++++++++++++

Scenario: Pedro fails high school English.

1963: Pedro goes to summer school, passes English, goes to college.

2006: Pedro’s cause is taken up by ultra-liberals. Newspaper articles appear
nationally explaining that teaching English as a requirement for graduation
is racist. ACLU files class action lawsuit against state school system and
Pedro’s English teacher. English banned from core curriculum. Pedro given
diploma anyway but ends up mowing lawns for a living because he can’t speak
English.

+++++++++++++

Scenario: Johnny takes apart leftover firecrackers from the 4th of July,
puts them in a model airplane paint bottle, blows up a red ant bed.

1963 – Ants die.

2006 – ATF, Homeland Security, FBI called. Johnny charged with domestic
terrorism, FBI investigates parents, siblings removed from home, computers
confiscated. Johnny’s Dad placed on a terror watch list and is never
allowed to fly again.

+++++++++++++

Scenario: Johnny falls while running during recess and scrapes his knee. He
is found crying by his teacher, Mary, who hugs Johnny to comfort him.

1963 – In a very short time Johnny feels better and goes on playing.

2006 – Mary is accused of being a sexual predator, is charged and loses her
job. She faces 3 years in State Prison.

+++++++++++++

And this is what they call progress?

Everyone sees things differently…When I was in school we played with this concept one day. The teacher had someone run in a steal her purse off the desk and run out the door. Then we all had to write a description of the person and events. There were about 28 of us present. And there were 28 different versions of what happened. Some were so far off as to be laughable. The clothing worn, hair and color of it, height and so on…even the description of the actual events differed widely…

This happens constantly…There are 2 sides to every story…assuming there are only 2 people involved….If there are 28…or 28,000…the complexity grows by exponents. Just 2 people is hard sometimes…because of perceptions of each…and needs, wants…etc.

Put a whole class together…or neighborhood, city, state, country, world…Wow…my head is hurting…

hmmmmmmm….how to say this…I love my new place to live. It’s in a nice neighborhood, closer to work, privacy, clean, close to parks, shopping, restaurants….etc…

Well, there are a few problems…It wasn’t free…but few things worth having are these days…There’s no french maid…again, what do you expect? Oh, and my climate control can be a little wierd…I set my air conditioning at 84 degrees this summer…because it felt alright to me and I don’t want to burn up electricity…Same with heat now…It can get chilly but I’m not having $130.00 heating bills…

So why am I writing this?...Well sometimes…3 as a matter of fact since I’ve been living here…a wasp has gotten in and made himself at home. Bees and such are fine in their own habitat…and that doesn’t include in my living room. The only way they could be getting in is through my air ducts…Much like in the movie “Aliens 2” where they used the air ducts for travel corridors…I guess I will have to investigate further…

When someone uses the terms…innocently enough…them or they…
in my way of thinking , that becomes something sinister…much like …

T.H.E.M…...or T.H.E.Y.

I’ve either watched too much science fiction or had too many real life experiences…

This is just depressing

The most depressing thing about it?...It seems to be very accurate…”Warning”...it’s about 9 minutes long…but so worth it…especially if you like to be depressed…