Full of Air, Today!

Another day, another day of working for the man! Who the hell is this man that needs so much from all of us who actually work? Yikes! The taxes we workers pay, um, um, um, where does all that money go? I wish somebody, like one of them TRUTHFUL Accountants would keep track of every penny the average person pays, in taxes. You figure up all them taxes that WE pay every fricking day! Not just the taxes that come out of our hard working and continually getting smaller paychecks! SHITE! We don't even get the pleasure of seeing our paychecks on paper no more! Why is it 'they' as in The Federal Reserve, can print money like it grows from trees, and we the COMMON MAN can't even see our paychecks on paper, it be done electronically??? SHITE! The small amount of paper that we little people use, ain't a drop in no bucket! Print, print, print! At least a little jingle of change in your pocket and crisp printed money gives the appearance of REALISM! If I want a sodie pop out of the vending machine, a shot of caffeine to get my hard working ol' ass through the day, that jingle jangle of coins 'seems' REAL!!!  DAMN IT ALL TO HELL, THAT'S WHERE IT BELONGS!!! Sooon1 We'll be sticking a card with a chip in it, to get a fricking sodie pop or a bag of chips! SHITE! Them damn tire inflating machines at every Convenient Store,  Them things today take your credit or debit cards, yep I ain't lying! I just noticed tonight I had me a low tire on my old van. I said to myself as I was shaking my head so hard I almost passed out! "I ainna gonna put my debit card in that fucking machine with what to put air in me tire!" That there already be a fucking rip off! A dollar for air! SHITE! The air I breathe be free! Ah, oh! OR is it!!! If I put four quarters in that infernal machine, I at least feel like I be getting something! SHITE! Sticking a piece of plastic, made from oil, just fricking pisses this old fucker plum off! GASOLINE be $4.00 a gallon with all them damn taxes on top of that, gives me gas in me belly, big time! I need me some tires for my old 15 year old van. SHITE, it be getting tired like me, only I can't afford no new vehicle! SHITE, just thinking about all them sales taxes, license plate taxes, and all that other crap gives me the hee-bee-gee-bees!

Here where I live there has been at last accounting, if you can believe any one that counts accurate in what their counting! Over 4 million gallons of bad gas delivered to stations across the Midwest, uh, huh, that's what they be reporting! Now these poor suckers, have paid out the yahoo, (That be asshole!) once for gasoline to go to work, Now their automobile is screwed up! SHITE DON'T YA GET SOO TIRED OF GETTING !@#$ED!  

I be talking to you real, honest, hardworking, citizen of the world! I'm not talking freeloaders who want the Government to take care of them! You know what I'm saying! I've worked hard all my life and ain't NOBODY give me no free ride!

WE are being raped, pillaged and plundered, while we support the Freeloaders with all there causes, the speciality groups, challenged, all the minorities that have representation. WE BABY! THE NEW MINORITY AIN'T GONNA GET NO ONE TO TAKE CARE OF US BABY!!!!  Sorry, I had nothing to say tonight! AH, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA!!!!! I'M SURE YOU REAL PEOPLE OF THE WORLD FEEL MY PAIN!!! Glen 

Thanks, Straws, I Hope!

Welcome to my world. Thanks for dropping by! This is home, to an old man, who one day decided to try something, completely 'out of order!' BIG TIME! I'm truly humbled by those of you, that find the time to cruise into my home, I call Glen View. My attempt, at attempting, that something 'out of order,' I just spoke of, or should it be that something 'out of order,' I just wrote of? You see, I have no problem, poking fun at myself, and my newness to this hobby, at such a late stage of life. If one cannot laugh at one's self, "then you ain't, got no sense of humor! Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! Right! Please BELIEVE me, when I say I have come up with every spelling possible, to every misspelled word! You see, I never had need for a computer, NOR knew how to type. WHAT!!! I know! I know! Sure doesn't seem possible in this world of instantaneous communication, computerized world!!!

Dang it, I'm already rambling, imagine that! My ol' heart is energized, seeing these countries that have endured my silliness, my thoughts, last week. I THANK YOU!!! United States, Russia, Germany, United Kingdom, France, Australia, Canada and the Netherlands. Also without my old pal Timster this would not be! Thanks!

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I tire of life... sometimes... although... I'm not tired of living! The ever increasing, every day strains adds straws to the proverbial "camel's back." (More so, the older I get!) Straws, shoosh! Don't weigh nothing, do they? No sir! If you had a semi truck full of staws, wouldn't be much! Let's say a semi is allowed to carry 40 tons. If we load one tight, with no pallets nor boxes, just straws, how much weight do you think it would be?

I hear ya saying out there, "I have no idea!"

"Nor do I!"
 
During our lifetime them daily straws of strain, adds up! Don't they! Every day them straws take a minute, piece of us! I know them small straws that raise uncontrollable, useless, emotions from within, of which I CANNOT DO, ONE THING, ABOUT, """BUILDS""" and """" BUILDS"""" until one day!!!!!!!

I do tire of life... sometimes! I'm not yet tired of living... although... sometimes the going gets tough!

                                                           "I HOPE"
I hope, the sun shines gently through big ol' cotton clouds TOMORROW!

I hope, I get goose bumps from seeing the moon shine, so beautiful like it did last night, TOMORROW!

I hope, to be able to give you my thoughts, TOMORROW!

I hope, to love family and friends, TOMORROW!

I hope, to smell the exciting, breathtaking scent of women, TOMORROW!

I hope, to think one good thought, about those I dislike, TOMORROW!

I hope, for pleasant dreams, TOMORROW!

I hope, for peace within, TOMORROW!

I hope, to be a better person, TOMORROW!

FOOL-BALL! WHAT?

Extremely late getting home tonight, I had to put in some over time. You know like sudden death in football! Do they still have that rule, now? I don't watch much N. F. L. any more. I don't know maybe its just me! Possibly, I've out grown the grown men running around in tight clothing, flexing their steroidal muscles, that have shrunk their brains and man hood! Seems so Romanish! Only today some of them modern gladiators make soo much money! Well I reckon that's better than being killed or eaten by a lion, right!

I doubt back then the little guy, common man, average Joe, slaves got to view the action! They would either be in the ring, killing each other, or doing what slaves did back then. I suppose that would be everything for them lazy, fat ass Romans!

Well seems today we have it made! We can plunk down our life's savings to attend a game, buy jerseys with our favorite gladiator's number on it, buy stupid knick knacks and other over priced idiotic junk, buy over priced beer, soft drinks, hot dogs etc. OR in the modern slave's case, watch it on the boob tube! (I do wonder why it's called the boob tube?)

Definition of boob, a STUPID or FOOLISH person. Ouch! I get it now!!! Daylight in the swamp!

Oh! Oh! Oh! It is also British slang, to make a stupid mistake!

Damn it also list boob tube, I never would of thunk it! Definition for boob tube be, television set.

Well wait one dang gone moment. If I take my family to a FOOL-ball game and spend damn, I don't know, I've never had the money to take my family to an N. F. L. fool-ball game! I'm sure it be A LOT of $$$$$'s though!

You have Jimmy Ray Earl, with his friend from work, Billy Joe Bob, and their four sons every other weekend that the court allows them to have them, watching fool-ball on a 60 inch Value Mart Big Screen, drinking all the Value Mart beer, soft drinks, pizza with all the trimmings, acting like a bunch of crazy ass pigs, squealing at the referees, thowing popcorn at each other, a bunch of out of control lunatics, for a fraction of the price the upper middle class has spent for one fool-ball game, huum... who be the wise ones here???   (Damn how did you like that one long ass sentence?)

You make the call on theses two teams! Who be the smartest? Now I'll give a little commentary of my own on this matter!!!

Jimmy Ray Earl and Billy Joe Bob would be at the arena watching them modern day gladiators and drinking them $5 beers if they had the money!

Mr. Upper Middle Class has it so he does it!

NOW DO YOU WANT OL' GLEN TO FINISH THIS LITTLE POST ON FOOL-BALL? I'LL BE JUST LIKE THEM OLD WASHED UP GLADIATORS SITTING IN A STUDIO SOMEPLACE, GIVING THEIR COMMENTS OF THE GAME THE WHOLE WORLD IS WATCHING! APPARENTLY THEY DON'T THINK THE FANS WATCHING ARE SMART ENOUGH TO SEE WHAT THEY SEE!

OKAY, ENOUGH FOOLING AROUND. WHEN YOU ATTEND THE FOOL-BALL GAME AND LINE THE POCKETS OF THE OWNERS WITH ALL THE OVER PRICED KNICK-KNACKS AND DOO DADS, YOU GOT'S TO 'BUY', OR IF YOU'RE SITTING ON THE SOFA AT HOME BEING BRAINWASHED BY ALL THE COMMERCIALS. WHO BE MAKING ALL THE MONEY??? ONE HINT, IT AIN'T US BABY!!! AH, HA, HA, HA. goodnight from yer old pal??? Damn I fergot, it's past my bedtime!!!!!!

SERIOUS SUNDAY! Hope You Don't Mind?

I think upon countless subjects as I drive about in the wee hours of Sunday morn. My mind's at its best when I'm no where near my computer, or is it one of them "the grass is always greener on the other side, you know!" My hope is that some of my thoughts will resurface, when I get around 'placing pen to paper.'

I just love the way that sounds! As a matter of fact, I'm going to purchase an old type ink filling pen with thicker paper to write me a story, in my actual handwriting, to recapture how it once was, say back in Mark Twain's days, then post it, might be fun. That'll be soo fun!

A glimpse in time about little Glen. Hope you don't mind? That's actually what started all this called Glen View 'madness. I've always been extremely ashamed of my handwriting! Years ago with much free time on my hands,  (ha ha) while waiting on product to deliver, which---I absolutely HATE!  I started cursing, I mean my cursive writing! One thing leads to another out of boredom, I began writing thoughts, many years later here I am, practicing, on you! Please accept my most heartfelt apology! Oh, by the way, my handwriting never improved, I just turned to typing!

Another thing, injuries to ones shoulder does not help to improve ones handwriting! Why I wish to do this is to recapture the lost art of hand written letters, if only now and then. I believe it to be more personal, I like that! The personal feel/flavor is so, one of a kind, be it poor handwriting or beautiful handwriting! At least an old fogey like me thinks so, but what do I know? I'm an old white haired fat man, children look at me like I'm Santa Claus around Christmas if I wear red. (OH, HO, HO HO!) A little humor I can't seem to get away from it sorry!

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                                                   FEAR
The word 'fear' has left an ever lasting mark on my mind since I read a post of a friend a week or so ago! (Hi-C)

We fear,  everything at times, and we don't even realize it! Do we!

Quite possible fear is first, encountered when? No this is not a test! Please humor me, as I toy with my thought process. (If I have one!)

Imagine the first true taste of fear. Give up? Inside the womb we slowly thrive. So warm, so nice, so protected.  THEN!!!   HELLO!!!  Forced out!!!   "Lights, sound, action" says the Director of life. Cold hands, thrown about, cleaned, gouged!  FEAR!  Has to be the first emotion of a newborn! Even though I doubt the baby understands it, still my point being, the first example, I suppose!

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Dictionary defines FEAR as a feeling of anxiety and agitation caused by the presence or nearness of danger, evil, pain, etc; timidity; dread; terror; fright; apprehension
2 respectful dread (whatever that means)
3 a feeling of uneasiness or apprehension, concern /a fear that it will rain/
4 a cause for fear; possibility; chance

I have absolutely no doubt FEAR is learned very young by children. Every emotion is accumulated by their environment.

The fortunate...are spared! Well it's the others I wish to talk about today through way of a story.

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                                                        (((((  FEAR!!!  )))))
The child learns early when to stay away from father. Sometimes father wants the child around, sometimes father is loud, throwing things as the child hides in his bed. The child doesn't understand, FEAR is being programed! After a while father goes to bed, only then can the child go to sleep. The child remembers back to the age of five, but most assuredly FEAR was programed, long before! FEAR never ceases to exist around father, the child never knew when father would become 'different,' so the fear, even during the good times was always close at hand!

This kind of 'fear' SHOULD NEVER happen! This 'fear' NEVER leaves, flashbacks seem like reality, even now!

Other FEARS become programed. The child attends church with parents as father fights alcoholism/his own childhood demons. A new FEAR is instilled, 'The Fear of God!' "Fire and brimstone" little country church style. The fire induced minister works the congregation, intended to bring sinners to their knees! Yes, he wants them at the altar, FEARING 'The Wrath of God!' They must repent or "damnation is theirs, forever burning in HELL!" The child shivers next to mother, a child cannot comprehend such bodily exciting physical indoctorinations, combined with loud, planned, explosive words, intending to bring adults to their knees! FEAR, amplified with the 'wrath of God' and the 'bible!!!' Jesus Christ, God Almighty! What kind of people resort to tactics, such as these? Hey, if you're an adult and wish to attend, so be it! But children who's minds are forming, learning, thrust sometimes upon nightly revivals with fired up, shouting, arm swinging, fist pumping, bible swinging ministers, come on!!! If this is not child abuse? FEAR is FEAR baby!!! It will NEVER leave!!!

Ah, but is there churches like this anymore? I'm sure there are, but not around my neck of the woods, at least I hope not! I believe the poor people years ago looking for work brought with them their style of religion. I'm talking poor and seemingly ignorant! Misguided I suppose! Learning to get away from the FEAR and ignorance of their own upbringing! (I may of wrote a tad strong about the FEAR from this kind of ministry, but hey you write what you've experienced! ( The good, the  bad, never leaves ya, does it? We can only hope through living, our own life, we can come to grasp and gain our own identity! HALLELUJAH on that! It strikes a dark cord to the minister's minstrel show to this very day!)  ((( "If it ain't done from love, it ain't everlasting Glen!!!")))

HOW SAD, CHILDREN CANNOT BE ALLOWED THE BASIC, PURE, CHILDHOOD ENDEARMENT TOWARDS LEARNING, WITHOUT IMAGINATION BURNING DEEP SCARES INTO THEIR PRECIOUS MINDS AND SOULS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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FEAR lies in all of us, fear of spiders, fear of bullies, fear of the unknown, fear of height, fear, fear, fear, fear!!! We accumulate more baggage onto our childhood fears, forever warping, keeping us from accomplishing everything to the best of our abilities. "DAMN IT ALL TO HELL!" It never stops! Living your whole life out of real, or make believe fear is where society is at! HUH!

What? You cannot watch the news on the FRICKING FEAR BOX, without contamination! You just don't know it! Watch the 11 o'clock newscast then go to bed, no wonder you have nightmares. I have a new fear right now! I HAVE THE FEAR OF AT ALL COST, AVOIDING ALL THE PRESIDENTIAL RE-ELECTION FEAR MONGERING CRAP!!! JUST LAST YEAR IT WAS THE FEAR THAT RESPONSIBLE, EDUCATED, CITIZENS ACTUALLY BELIEVE THAT ONE PARTY IS BETTER THAN THE OTHER!

We are filled, so full with 'FEARS' from, weather calamities, to pandemics, contaminated foods, pesticides, fluoride, medicines, wars, right to bear arms, Politicians wish us to believe there are shooters waiting behind every tree!!!

Damn, maybe I've gone on too much! FEAR is real! We cannot get away from it! I'm afraid to go see my own mother! I cannot stand to see my once vibrant beautiful heart of gold mother, slowly slip away. I FEAR when she does...how will a 60 year old man react? Will I be strong, or will I resort to a kid and go hide in my bed!

FEAR IS THE SHADOWS LURKING BEHIND US, WHETHER THERE BE LIGHT OR NOT!

I FEAR, every day leaving my house, my comfort zone! I FEAR, my worn out body will not continue to take a lifetime of abuse!

I FEAR for the young that are so "full of life," at what the previous generations have done to them and their off spring!

FEAR is a crippling, self destructing, DISEASE we're forced to combat every fricking moment of every day. Ah! We cannot let it completely destroy us!

WE MUST SEARCH FOR THE LITTLE THINGS THAT MAKE US LAUGH, SMILE. CONTINUE TO LIVE, DESPITE EVER INCREASING ODDS STACKED UP HIGHER AGAINST US!
QUESTION IS? DO WE LET FEAR CONSUME AND DESTROY? MY REMAINING YEARS OF MY LIFE IS TO FIGHT EVERY DAY TO NOT LET THE FEAR MONGERING, KEEP ME FROM ENJOYING THE ENJOYABLE MOMENTS AROUND ME!

IN MY OWN WAY I'M PLAYING IT FORWARD! AFTER READING THIS YOU'LL UNDERSTAND ME A LITTLE BETTER. I ONCE HAD THE FEAR OF COMPUTERS, OF TYPING, OF WRITING, OF OPENING UP ABOUT MYSELF!   I have crossed a few fears off, but added some new ones!

I have gone on enough I reckon. I must make one last comment. I fear I could go on, and on, looks kinda like I might huh?

Fear is brainwashed so DEEPLY into all of us and the Big Daddy of All, our government through whomever you wish to refer to them! Seems we all talk of them, but cannot see them face to face!!!

My soundest FEAR is that there's no way the future generations can defeat what lies ahead of them. This 'FEAR MONSTER' has been growing for too long! IT has spawned too much to defeat! We are the under dogs. There really are no heroes, except in the movies, on the screen to console us through orchestration by the ones who write, direct, finance, all movies. WE SOMEHOW HAVE BEEN DIGESTED INTO THE MOVIE SCREENS, AND NEVER KNEW IT!!!!    THERE AIN'T NO SUPER HEROES UNLESS YOU BELIEVE IN THE CREATOR! WHATEVER OR WHOMEVER, BY ANY NAME YOU WISH!!!    Sorry, I'm too tired too carry on! This serious stuff, sure does take it out of me! That more than anything else is why I attempt to write my message through my humor. Goodnight my friends, Glen.

"NOTHING"

Hello! You know what the fav-O-right-ist part of my week is? Aww, come on--think a mite---yep-- getting off work time, on Friday, yep, yep, yep, yippee yi-aaaa! I seem to be a man of extremes! I suppose y'all have kind of figured that out by now though! What would be the opposite of extremes moods, personality, however you choose to label it? Maybe this_________________ nah, boring! Or dead, nope not for me! Seems I'm either high or low. That's without taking any kind of drugs, legal or illegal.

I ask my dear mother last summer as we're sitting out side on a beautiful day, "what are you thinking about, please tell me whatever is on your mind?"

Her response "nothing."

I said "come on now, you have to be thinking about, something!"

Once again she responded with a tad of don't ask me that again, "nothing, I'm not thinking about nothing!!!"

Now, if any one, other than my dear mother would of told me that, I would not of believed them. My mother don't lie! I laughed and any time I call up that moment, I have the same chuckle.

My question to those of you out there, is it possible to think about nothing?

There is times I wish for that. Is that what is achieved through meditation? I don't think so... but if I cannot achieve that meditation state of being, I'll settle for the "nothing" state.

I have never been  able to control my roller coaster of emotions. 

(((I'm not sure where I'm going with this post. Please ride the wild wave with me!)))

I cannot think about "nothing" so please bear with me. To think about nothing when my mind is going a mile a minute and my heart rate is going up from, anger, disgust, fear, etc. seems a welcome and most wise un-emotion. I have taken years off my life, that I cannot reclaim from being who I am! I'm one of those who "wears his heart on his sleeve," as that old saying goes. Most of the time I wish that to not be so! I wish to be like the captian on the Enterprise when he says "make it so." To only make it so, when I want to, but that's not possible!

My dear mother whom I love more than any one in my life, is in her eighties. Apparently I never learned the secret from her, to think "nothing." The next time we're alone I'm going to ask her "mother please tell me how you're able to think "nothing! I truly need to know to keep my heart from exploding some day." Words of wisdom passed down that I must know!

I fear her words will be, with that exact tad of don't ask me that again "I DON'T KNOW!"

I FEAR THAT WILL BE MORE WORDS OF WISDOM NOT GAINED, THAT APPARENTLY CANNOT BE PASSED DOWN GENERATION TO GENERATION. 

That be it for tonight, I cannot think of "nothing" else to say! Damn! I did it and don't know how I did it!

An Old Cowpoke!

I'll attempt to lasso some thing to write about. Come on little doggies cowboy Glen needs a volunteer. I need practice, a lot of practice you see. I don't wish to talk about the problems of the world tonight. Can't do anything about them can we? I'll let the mass media take care of that for us!

I think it may of happened. Overload of every day problems we must face daily has caused my circuit breaker to kick out. I don't seem to have much electricity flowing, no more! I reckon ones, finally can get enough and be plum worn out and face it's time to go with the flow! Paddling against the current wears one out. The proverbial land of milk and honey has given way to whatever the correct current politically correct lingo is right now! I'm too !@#$ing old and out of touch with the modern world to even KNOW!!!

I be riding the range on my horse, working sun up to sun down for what? Survival against all odds. I'm one lone cowpoke with my six gun and a Winchester rifle, holding off four legged vermin and two legged horse stealing riff-raff, too lazy to work!

Seems I be an outlaw, a holdout of forgotten times! Working hard, family man, common sense hombre, born at the wrong time!

MOST of the others I come into contact with, only because I'm forced to mind ya, are not my kind! Too much loco weed, too much sun as they cross the desert of life. Done fried their brains. Want what's there's, before it's earned! Freeloaders staking claims, without ownership. Fancy ones in suits singing prettier than a thousand canaries. Spewing rights's pretty, no sense! Common sense that is! They got cents, too much, they buy everythang!!! They be money hungry, back stabbing, whatch-a-ma-call-its. Worse than the meanest varmints any where's! I'm worn out, too tired to cuss. They a winning, sure enough! Seems to me, an old worn out man, they've always won!!! This lesson we're a learning, has played out many times! That's what my last bit of common sense tells me. The self anointed puppet masters, have always had their hands up our asses, only they pay suits, pretty talking canaries, dressed up in suits, with cavalry, backing them there suits! Smooth talking ones, that spew their spiel, generation after generation. They can't be touched as they lead us to annihilation! They hide somewheres safe, secret places, safer than a baby in its mothers womb. That's the secret! They write the plays, same as all the other of THEIR KIND! The lost library of knowledge they have! Simple! Die off replenish! REPEAT! Destroying civilization after civilization! Why? They can! It's that simple.  WHAT ARE THEY CALLED? WHO ARE THEY? They ain't us, we just cowpokes and cow girls, reseeding, rebuilding, worker ants doing their bidding.  OF COURSE I'M JUST AN OLD COWBOY WHO LOVES TO LOOK UP AT THE MOON AND STARS. MY SADDLES WORN OUT. DOESN'T MATTER NO MORE! MY OLD PONY DONE WENT AND DIED. BURIED MORE GOOD OL' DOGS, THAN I CAN RIGHTLY COUNT. I RECKON I'M A DREAMER, IN A WORLD GONE MAD! I CAN'T RIDE OF INTO THE SUNSET, I HAVE NO HORSE. I'LL JUST SIT ON THE FRONT PORCH, IN MY ROCKING CHAIR PRETENDING I'M RIDING OLD DOLLAR, AT THE END OF MY LIFE!        goodnight G

Headlines Once Again

HOWDY! I had so much fun with Headlines the other day I wish to play again. I don't have to think you see!

Revenue drops prompts library cuts.
WHAT!!! County library forced to live within its budget! You mean there is actually someplace in America that knows what a budget means! Say it isn't so! A glimmer of sanity within the vast darkness of America!

Smoking ban in parks.
Okay! Okay! Okay! First off I don't smoke, but after the New York soft drink thing, what the fuck is going on. I personally don't think in a public park where you can walk, run, bicycle, not forced to be confined inside, do you really think you're going to get enough pollutants to drop dead. I think your more likely to die from every other thing inside your own home than a whiff of smoke in a park! Big Bro's long arm of the Polluterticians are wreaking havoc every second of every day and this is what the people want! I don't think so! Service men and women are coming back with umpteen problems from fighting wars and we here at home are worried about our poor poochies getting a whiff of smoke, come on!!! (I smell polluting politicians at work here!)

Arrest made in robbery!
Hallelujah, I would hope to shout!!!

Mars rover takes a test drive.
I certainly hope so! I think after $2.5 billion, we don't want to park it. There's no garage to wait for it to become a classic!

Middle class income shrinking!
So we the middle class, must learn about THIS, in our newspaper! WE never would of known this if, We had not read this, would WE? THANK GOD WE CAN STILL READ!

Fragile economy, more action by Fed.
WHAT! I THINK THEY HAVE ALREADY KILLED US! NOW WHAT ARE THEY GOING TO DO HANG US!

Impasse sets up recession.
Washington can't reach a budget. Don't they know we have been in a recession for years! Where have they been, on an all expense paid vacation! Apparently they have been in the land down under with their heads in the sand!

Home sales mean improvement!
Who's buying them ALIENS!

WHY ISN'T THERE ANYTHING ABOUT WARS, DEATHS OF SERVICEMEN ON THE HEADLINES? DID THE ONES IN WASHINGTON USE HARRY'S MAGIC STICK AND END IT?

Sports yep!

Entertainment come on! I get more laughs, tears, heartaches,  REAL, TRUE, EMOTIONS at where I work! Its surreal and if that ain't entertainment, I don't know what entertainment is!!!  Grumpy Grandpa "The Walrus"   Goodnight     That's all for tonight I'm too !@#$ing tired to think! Oh... am I still writing! NEVERMIND! 

Have You Ever?

Have you ever... watched a single, solitary, raindrop, land upon your windshield, against the blackness of the night, seen through a golden light?

Monday evening this week Grumpy Grandpa, forever to be known as 'The Walrus' that be ME, as I create new charcters for stories I wish to write. My goal is to create a picture of my charcters, stamped into your mind. I have been searching for some time, a way to bring my charcters to life. It dawned upon me only recently, use animals. I love animals and will bring to life my imaginary characters through them. I've just come up with this idea and may enlist the help of a few friends at work.

One just careened off the side of me head. Sloth would fit someone I know. Example, slow as in doing no work! This is something I will be working on, remember, I be GRUMPY GRANDPA 'THE WALRUS.'

Another thing I've been dwelling on, causing me some concern! How I write, my almost nightly whatch-a-ma-call-it, post, writings, before I go to bed, insanity whatever!!!

I gotta be me, you see! I'm not attempting to be some one I'm not! I be a good old boy/old man, from the Midwest. Who has come across an unlikely, yet exciting hobby, at a stage, late in life. I am, what I write of, meaning, I truly am learning about the forming of words, sentences, paragraphs, so on, and so forth, and really, really, have just taught myself to type, and am learning the computer. I don't know diddly-squat about properness, don't intent on learning but only enough to convey to you, 'myself,' the way, I truly am. I am all over the board so to speak. Just like I began this post with one thing in mind, then something pushed its way to the forefront. That's me! I'll be all over! I hope you enjoy seeing one, unpolished, real....

I'll try once again, where I started earlier!!!

Have you ever...watched a single, solitary, raindrop land on your windshield, against the blackness of the night, seen through a golden light???       

To place this, into perspective. I HATE MONDAYS! I'm never in a good mood on Mondays! I go from relaxation, peace of mind, TO 'work,' giving others a piece of my mind! So I be in my normal frumpy Grandpa Grumpy mentality, body rebelling from too many causes!

It's now lunchtime. A gentle rain is falling as I go to my van. There is no wind, the drip, drip on my head, feel's good, refreashing! The tempo of life is a changing with the beat of every drop. I slowly, walk the 60 feet to my car, already magic has begun! The smell soap from a factory down the road, adds to the choir I'm now hearing in my changing state of mind. I sit finding myself in the first stage of the most wonderful meditaive state yet to come. I stare at the top of my windshield zeroing in on, every  raindrop. I'm mesmerized at the individual drops of gold! A spotlight in reverse it seems! My eyes gaze upon the diamond spectrums, one at a time. I follow one drop as it descends, bouncing off others, changing routes with every bounce, flowing effortlesly out of the golden zone of light, into the oblivion. I watch others, how many I cannot tell, nor care, making their own unique journey through my eyes. I find myself fixated to a windhield, watching the most amazingly beautiful pleasure a simple over looked miracle of nature! I allow a thought to flow within the gentle confines of the moment. Would I not be meditating the wonders of a single raindrop, if  not for drought this summer? I have encountered other special moments of obsevation and serenity, but NEVER of this magnitude!    HAVE YOU EVER?   GLEN....

The News!

Oh my! I haven't read the paper for three days. I'm probably out of touch with the world. Why is it that I don't feel I've missed a thing? Let me see Sunday was N.F.L. so I assume games were played, some won some lost. Nascar was ran and somebody won and 42 lost. Politicians were opening their mouths spewing solutions to "everythang!" Wars, them pirates off the African Coast still pirating. Natural and man made disasters still happening.

Was there any good news? You know like cures for cancer! Has the eminent collapse of countries been fixed by the system that is destroying them? I doubt it! Are they even trying I doubt it. Wow! Have I missed anything news worthy?

My mind needs down time! I'll worry about the unfix able problems of the world that have been written by the Mozart's Extraordinaire, the days I work!

I think I'll take a sneak at 'The Front Page' of the newspaper, just to see what I can see in the wonderful world of News, at the local, state, national, world. The 'Curiosity' expedition to Mars, is so, so, so, out of this world baby!

By the way, what ever happened to that deep space probe, you know the one that is leaving this galaxy that keeps going and going like the energizer bunny, damn that thing has been moving away from planet earth for so long I have forgotten its name. That's one fine piece of spacecraft! We don't build them like that anymore!

Local Headlines, "Bus Riders Increasing." DUH! Yeah! Can't afford to buy a car and gas if you're not working! Sheesh! doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure that one out! Students and workers top the list of riders. Workers goes along with my previous sentence.

I have a thought about the students that goes along with another article I read once, about local colleges having greater student enrollment. Okay! There ain't no jobs out there, even the ones graduating with degrees can't find work, so more and more students go to college, hoping to a better higher paying job. They cannot find work in the field they have the degree in. They have spent all this time in college and all this money! Oh that's okay, they borrowed it from the government... NEVER MIND!!!  Where are they gonna put that advanced knowledge to work at? Their in a major hole, a huge deficit like the government! OH! That's okay then! They must continue working at the same part-time job they have had for years and still live at home after they finish college????  Please explain, so an old man who suffers from brain farts, can understand! Oh! Oh! Oh! Our local what used to be called trade schools, is bursting at the seams, new building and everything!!! Yet! All the trade jobs baby, have gone over seas many years ago! I see government intervention at local, state, government level here!

HEY THIS IS FUN! Another one locally. A headlining rock band from the seventies plays here. Yep! rockers my age, way past their prime!  For those of you that don't understand politics, this is called "trickle down politics!" WE the average citizen get what's left!

Damn this is FUN! I'm still at the local level!

State level, drought means higher prices. Once again DUH! we as in the little guy ALWAYS get "THE SHAFT!"

Let's look at sports. DAMN, there sure is a lot O sports going on! Local, state, national, world. Is this a repeat, seems like the same news as a week ago and a month ago. Who cares! Big bunch of whiny cry babies, playing games, getting rich off of us suckers! I remember a quote from some where, "there's a sucker born every minute!" One word baby! COMMERCIALISM.

Let's move quicky to ENTERTAINMENT. Is that quick enough? Was for me!

BUSINESS, didn't understand a word! All about money, banking political mumbo jumbo! Although I loved the editorial cartoon about the United States Postal Service and red ink. I wonder what that's all about?

OH! OH! OH! This should be headline news!!! Breaking up the banks. All I can say about that! "When hell freezes over!!!!"

Let's try world news. Deaths, tragedies, destructions, protests, oil spill, lynchings, honeymoon slaying, airplane bomb threat. I can rest easier now, knowing the world is as I last left it!

WOW! I found that rather fun! Except for the death, destruction, tragedy thing!

Left Over Meatloaf!

I am trying something, a mite different this morn! Usually... I come home from work, eat a bite (I have had the hankering for green beans and fresh sweet corn, cooked together with absolutely no salt, um! um! GOOD!

Already... losing my train of thought, (Choo-choo!) I come home from work, eat, and go to me computer! A nightly ritual acquired, only... in the last couple years. This is how I relax, but coming straight home from work at Insanity R.Us... with all them working, s-i-u-a-t-i-o-n-s, you know, problems, like WORKING and People! People! People!

WELL...  much... left over gas, like left over meatloaf, is still inside ME! I may think it's funny but I tire of the same O, same O!

So this morning, I try something different. Being's it's FRIDAY. I wish to unwind and get my meatloaf out of me belly/mind! You know! Well... I don't do the wee tv thing NO MORE! Except an occasional movie. I recently, maybe a couple weeks ago, maybe a month ago, you know how time flies when you're having soo much fun! I enjoyed the The Tourist and Sherlock Holmes a couple weeks ago. ESPECIALLY.... since they were free! Yeah! Yeah! ALSO, I thought the picture was very good on my 20 year old, or older 25 inch tube TV and DVD player. (I hear y'all saying, "no 60 inch flat screen?" My answer ""NOPE!!""

Anyway... before I interrupted myself! I ate me beans and corn with a wee bit of smoked sausage for flavoring, checked a few blogs I follow, read each one twice. I thoroughly enjoyed the message of both. They touched me! I was about to read the local newspaper, a habit I can-not seem to break, or should it be brake, since I'm trying to STOP!

(((Alert Momento! Since I'm trying to STOP... brake, to a uneducated country hick, oops don't want to do no ranting tonight! SORRY please excuse me!)))

As... I started to say... before the 'brain farts' began. I laid down to relax a spell, before coming back to Picardo (That's my nickname for my computer, sometimes I call it!@#$%^&*()*&^%$#@!!!!) Yes I do! I relaxed with my doggie for a little while.

Then I come back to Picardo. Now here I is. Ah oh! If I'm peaceful, I reckon I have nothing to write about! So goodnight!!! NO! NO! Just messing with ya, a little bit! I sometimes wish to be more serious, I find it rather hard coming straight home from work to write serious! SERIOUSLY folks! My brain be driving the Indianapolis 500 or the Daytona 500! I can't instantly apply the brakes and change my personality.    I ain't no life long Polished Professional Politician, you know!    I be a Real Person Like You!

Oh My God! That be plum SCARY! Thinking you out there are like ME! I done raised my blood pressure after all that relaxing! Excuse.. me as I meditate and medicate to relax this tired body and !@#$ED- UP-MIND!!!    ***Mighty close to ranting,  ***WARNING!!!***

PLEASE EXCUSE AS I TAKE SOME DEEP BREATHS.....................................................

It be hard to write the stories in my head (((((((BELIEVE ME THERE IS A HEAP OF THEM)))))) after work. I be on another plane! Plane my ass! Another PLANET!

What makes you the expert on judging the mentally challenged? Asks Joe Pesky.

My answer to Joe "you're living inside my head!!!"

A Late Night Commentary...

A big 'HELLO' to all my friends, wherever ye place your shoes... To all of you who read and think it sure is an interesting time, isn't it?

To those out there who don't read or do much thinking, I heard the saying that fits you "ignorance is bliss." Kind of sums it up I reckon!

To those of you that try breaking world records on the X-Box gaming consoles. I say "drink plenty of liquids, eat plenty of snacks, and brush your teeth, please check in with your parents every other day OR so! Want them teeth pearly white so your parents know your being responsible!!!"

For my friends who spend all day on your cell phones. You guys need to keep that dang microwave emitting thing out of your pocket! Why? Damn dumb-asses it be too close to your.... you know, your... think upon that for a few seconds! Oh I failed to take into consideration that all young folk most likely for the last twenty years, have used a cell phone and have allowed the microwave radiation into their now scrambled egg brains. So I'm not sure they u-n-d-e-r-s-t-a-n-d! I'll e-x-p-l-a-i-n it better. Place one hot dog, any brand know! Won't matter if it be all beef or chicken pieces, pork crud. For those of you more imaginary ones that are more, you know.. better equipped imagine it not as a weenie but say.... like smoke sausage by the pound!

Whatever!!! Take the fricking weenie or rope of sausage and place inside a microwave oven. Oh my! I forgot about the challenged ones, in addition to the scrambled egg brainiacs! Ask your mother where the microwave is and have her show you how to use it. Place already explained in the microwave and wait until that weenie or sausage on a rope you dope, blow's up!!! NOW that's what them little microwave thing a ma things are doing to your pride and joy DUDE!!!

Okay it be too fricking late to save your brain but HOPEFULLY not your... you know!!!

What about you girls? Do you talk on them or text? I'm calculating it to be better to text BUT I suppose you hold it right in front of you and on your lap. Damn girls you already a cooking them eggs inside your body!!!  "Heavens to Betsy!" We're getting boiled eggs inside the young girls, we're getting microwaved hot dogs inside the young men's pants!

We keep needing MORE power for the new gizmo brain sucking..... I don't have the proper vocabulary to talk about the next generation of got to have, brain destroying, egg boiling, dick blistering TOYS?????!!!!!

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I'M ABOUT TO GO BACK IN TIME. BEFORE CELL PHONES! ((((Oh my God! I have struck fear even in moms and dads of previous generations! I vaguely remember once a popular saying oh no! I believe it was also song. "I got to have my MTV!"))) PURE SILLINESS! A 24 HOUR A DAY MUSIC CHANNEL WITH REAL BANDS, SINGING REAL SONGS! NOPE! NO CELL PHONES YET! REGULAR OLD FASHION PHONES EUUUU!

Kids would get together and talk, play music. Show a movie on VHS Tapes, eat popcorn and drink Kool-Aid. (((Oh my I bet no one today has ever heard of Kool-Aid? It was a lot like today, mostly sugar with a pinch of  flavorings, EXCEPT, back then it was real sugar made from Real sugar cane, NOT corn syrup! Oops! I have opened another can of worms, sorry!!!)))

S-O-M-E have hinted at this new kind of sugar has caused problems in some children! (Not me I was already ~!@#ed up!)

There has been so many things that has happened in the last 50 years or so I cannot blame EVERTHANG on the new fangled, brain destroying, egg boiling, dick blistering thing... you know!!!

Once upon a time they took this leftover junk after making pesticides and srarted placing it in our water, fluoridation something or the other! To stop cavities and other... who knows what???

Well... seems fluoride has been shown to have a calming (dumbing down effect, you see!) Guess what? I have recently learned, OUR most Favorite mind altering, controlling, drug of choice by our Doctors and Pharmas have approximately 15% by weight in it... WOWZA!!! MUCHO MILLIONS take daily doses baby!!! 

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This post has taking some strange twists! What else would you expect from me! HUH! Just a few thoughts on my mind before bedtime! I wish to get them out of my head so I don't have nightmares!

SEEMS WE ARE "JUST ANOTHER BRICK IN THE WALL" TO QUOTE AN OLD SONG! I HAVE ONLY SCRATCHED THE SURFACE OF SO MANY DIFFERENT THINGS THAT EFFECT AND ARE DESTROYING OUR LOVED ONES ALL AROUND US. WE ARE ON THE TITANIC "AN UNSINKABLE SHIP', DRINKING OUR POISONS OF CHOICE, EATING MANUFACTURED PROCESSED FOODS! DRINKING ARTIFICIALLY PRODUCED, SUGAR LADEN, CAFFEINE DESTROYING, ARTIFICIAL SUGARLESS, KILLING ZOMBIE COCKTAILS!!! WE'RE HAVING SO MUCH FUN ON THE GOOD SHIP "LOLLIPOP"....NOTHING CAN SINK US!!!!!!!!

'IDIOTS' are the new NORMAL!!!

I'm tired! Damn! I'm always tired! That's a major advantage to us old people??? I feel your wheels turning thinkin "what did that old fart say?" Yep you read write, "oopsey brain fart!" I meant to say "you read right!"

Since I screwed up, I wish to ask y'all (that be you'ins) my compadres of the world. Did you not understand what I was saying... either way? It be a mite hard, CORRECTO, IT BE REALLY HARD FOR ME TO THINK AND WRITE "RIGHT!"  WHY???

Okay! okay! okay! Now that I have yer undivided attention, UNLESS, your texting, babysitting, watching  tv, listening to your spouse, 'attempting' communication with your children, giving Fido a bath, playing the X-Box for four days, reading the newspaper, (does anyone beside me still do that?) I briefly had a point until I ran off the cliff for a moment!

Oh! Yeah! I member now! Does anyone pay total attention to what they're doing ANYMORE????????????

HOPEFULLY.... I have made you forget what I started to say up there in paragraph number one!

Yer thinkin to yourself once more "Is old Glen trying to communicate somethun OR is he INTENTIONALLY tryin to make us forget, what he never wrote? Ha, ha! I'm having fun messing with y'all.

I just loove to have a little fun and I DO NOT want to think like some of the people I come into contact with on a daily level and THOSE POINTS WILL BE THE PREMISE OF MY new Book!!!

All I can say for sure is... I want the words "IDIOTS" in ME title and I will be one of them!!!! I gonna take you along as my friends as I attempt to go the distance with all THE IDIOTS I come into contact with. I will give my unpolished insight as a half deaf old honery man most likely with Grandpa Truth or somethang like that as my name. Don't ya just tire of the normal idiots that walk among us. Come on now! Do you out there associate with people that are any where near NORMAL?  (?have you ever known any one named Norman that was normal, think about it!)

I'm sure you think to yourself EVERY DAY "I don't think their normal!" Huh, am I right?

Oh! oh! oh! And your right! (Please can someone out there answer WHY? the words write and write keep popping up in this post? Oopsey! One of them write words should of been 'RIGHT!' It should ring as clear as twelve chimes above my sanitarium I call Glen View!

Most assuredly I did have somethun in the first paragraph that I was going to say but I'm too tired to finish it!!!! Sheesh... this here, writin, rite stuff, tires the old brain too much! Ahh, ha, ha, ha, ha! GOODNIGHT MY FRIENDS...

THE LOG SLEEPS!

Knock, knock, I be knocking on my noggin (brain) to jar something loose. You see I never know what I'll write. That be true! I never know what will take hold, guiding me into silliness, or give way to a rant, so I 'prime the pump,' so to speak, to bring up a little water, or get the words flowing. It's usually fun for me and makes me "sleep like a log." That old saying seems silly! How does any-BODY know, that a log sleeps? I certainly would never of thought of a log sleeping! What do they dream about, maybe when they were a young sprig of a tree, growing up, beside all them bully trees that tried taking away the sunshine and root system. Do they remember what each year was like? Since their rings record every year. Do they remember and relive all the forest animals that pee-peed on them, or all the limbs broken from the wind? Freezing when all the leaves are gone?

Springtime and the gentle warm rains give birth to leaves and the cute new critters of the forest. The smell of  wild flowers and the beautiful golden radiance of sun!

Ah oh! A sad thought just hit me, the chainsaw cutting the trees down, creating logs. I reckon if a tree has good feelings and thoughts and dreams..... then the flip side be nightmares!

Seems to me this saying is talking about something different, than what I have written!

What are they talking of?

If I were a log freshly cut lying on the cold ground with no roots to hold me, nor branches, or leaves, freshly scarred from a giant branch cutting machine, oh my! The worst nightmare a tree could have!!! But my seeds and all the other trees will live on, rebuilding, reforestation, life beginning, a new! Maybe a cozy structure for life to also create a new. Seems, I the log have served a useful purpose and life goes on, one person, one seed one tree, at a time "KINDA BEAUTIFUL IF YOU LOOK AT IT THAT WAY!" 

SO WITH THE SAYING EXAMINED "I SLEEP AT PEACE TO BE RENEWED." WOW! BRINGS A TEAR TO THESE OLD EYES."   Goodnight my friends from old Glen.

Mr. Boo Blog Dumb and Cast!

A big HELLO my friends! Hope you haven't suffered from lack of rest from watching the Olympics! "Not I" said the deaf man with a back that is killing him! (That be me!)

I finished up what I thought was a good post and lost it in the world of the unknown black hole that sucks up some of my insanity. I am a simpleton at computers! I admit it! A new born 'cutie pie' plops out of the snugly warm comfort's of her mother, knows more about computers than I do!

I be a stubborn ol' cuss, yep! That be it, a nut shell, my brothers and sisters of Blogdom. I reckon I could refer to myself as Mr. Boo Blog Dumb.

In a court of Dumbness presided over by Your Honorable Joseph T. Pesky, my Lawyer speaks up for me. It just so happens the honorable Joseph T. Pesky's, newest member of a family of lawyers is representing me on his first case. Joe Pesky Junior.

Judge Joseph Pesky ask his son, my Lawyer looking at him with big proud eyes "Judge Pesky are you ready to proceed in this case to determine if your client has all his mental faculties about him?"

Joe Pesky Junior speaks "Father".

Judge Joseph Pesky addresses the new lawyer in a stern manner! "You will call me Your Honor, son! Please don't make that mistake again!"

Joe Pesky Junior says "I humbly apologize, this is my first client Your Honor-son!"

Judge Joseph Pesky "No, no, no! You mustn't call me by that name... son! Politely refer to me as Your Honor!!

Joe Pesky Junior says "once more please accept my apology, I'm afraid I'm nervous and do not wish to do anything wrong in front of my father, Your H-o-n-o-r! Slowly enunciating honor so as to not make that same mistake again!

Judge Joseph Pesky "son you're testing the patience of this court, are you making lite of me by enunciating honor in such a way as to drag it out and referring to me as father?"

You can see the wheels of thought, as they turn in the young Lawyer's mind. Joe Pesky Junior thinks about what to say next!

Judge Joseph Pesky "are you just going to stand there son, we don't have all day, speak up!"

Joe Pesky Junior in bewilderment slowly says "I intentionally spoke the word honor, slowly to not make the mistake that I made before by calling you unintentionally honor-son"

Judge Joseph Pesky is totally flustered, takes a few deep breathes calming himself. Tries communicating in an orderly manner of respect, that must be shown in his courtroom. Please don't call me father or honor-son in my court, is that clear my son!" He slowly says with emphasis on honor-son.

I Mr. Boo Blog Dumb pull at my lawyer's sleeve.

Joe Pesky Junior asks the Judge, Honorable Joseph Pesky Senior. "Please... your Honor, may I have a moment with my client?"

Judge Joseph Pesky answers by saying "that's the smartest thing you've said!"

I Mr. Boo Blog Dumb tell my lawyer, "Son you did not tell me that our Judge would be your father!"

My Lawyer responds, "Hell I didn't know it! I thought it was The Honorable Judge Roy Bean."

I ask "son what seems to be the problem?" Ah! Bad move!

My Lawyer Joe Pesky Junior says "I can't please him, I made a mistake by calling him Father, but he is my Father, I try avoiding calling him honor-son again! He can call me son and that's okay! He's starting to piss me off!!!"

I stand up and asks Your Honor "may I have a short recess, say five minutes to confer with my Lawyer?"

Judge Joseph Pesky in a huffy voice says "highly irregular in these simpleton proceedings but that seems best!" He hits his gavel against his desk breaking it! He throws up his arms and leaves his courtroom.

I look at my Lawyer and say "pull yourself together man!" I fan him heavily with my notebook trying to restore some order to these proceedings! The five minute recess is over and The Honorable Judge Joseph Pesky returns with a back up gavel. Strikes it and says "please proceed Mr. Pesky and let's decide whether your client is in fact in charge of his mental state!"

My Lawyer stands up and addresses the court. "Your Honor Sir, may I please read one of my clients post?'

Judge Joseph Pesky smiles and answers, please proceed son!

I see a little tightening in my Lawyers jaw but he composes himself and reads one of my post. While Joe Junior reads, I keep my eyes on Joe Senior. Never have I seen so many different faces made!

The most Unhonorable Judge Joseph Pesky yells out "your client my son, is the craziest, !@#$ing idiot I have ever seen in 20 years on the bench, he should be locked up inside of his own mind to forever spend eternity!"

My Lawyer Joe Pesky Junior strikes his fist upon the table saying "you my father are out of order, you cannot talk to my honorable client and your son in that manner!!!"

The Honorably Judge Joseph Pesky bangs his gavel one last time and says "case dismissed!"

The Judge retires and resides inside the far reaches of my mind, as far away from his son as possible. He speaks out occasionally as he see fit. I have accumulated what I call "my miss-fits" I occasionally let them speak on rare occasions. I have plenty and accumulating more every !@#$ing day. I TOY WITH THE IDEA OF PUTTING THEM DOWN ON PAPER...I MEAN LOCKING THEM UP INSIDE THIS NEW FANGLED MODERN MODEM WHATCH-A-MA-CALL-IT SILLY ASS ASYLUM OR SANITARIUM OR WHATEVER THIS PLASTIC BOX IS CALLED ON MY DESK. I SUPPOSE GOING FROM THE OUTER REACHES OF MY MIND TO THE FARTHEST REACHES OF BLOGDOM CAN BE NO WORSE?      """I can not describe the fun I have when sitting down with absolutely nothing in mind to write upon... then letting my mind go where I have never gone afore! I hope you have enjoyed my little escape into uncharted waters and pray you keep on visiting my most humble site! YOU NEVER KNOW, SOME DAY I MAY TACKLE THAT BOOK!"""   'The Life And Zaniest Times Of Boo Blog Dumb' ha, ha, one can still dream can't one? GLEN!!!!
One of my all time favorite songs is titled "I Did It My Way"   WHO WOULD OF EVER THOUGHT THAT!!!!    I truly appreciate those of you that cross my path! To Quote from one of my favorites. "Goodnight, may God Bless," Red Skeleton.

HEADLINES!!

No matter how hard I try, to not look at the 'headlines' on my home page, I fall into 'THE TRAP!'

HEADLINES!! 'A kid was taken to the hospital after four days of gaming!!!' Yep! That's what I thought! Total disbelief and about a hundred other thoughts flash through my mind!

First off, a joke, or one of them silly ass catchy headlines to get dummies like me to bite on it. I did! Seems the jest of this wonderfully informative, child endangerment article is! A teenager plays the X-Box for four days, except for bathroom breaks and snack food. Let that sink in for a moment......................................................................................................................
Moment's up! Did the parent not know the whiz kid at the gaming console or the X-Box was in the house? I vote whomever was the adult in this household "Parent or Parents Of The Year!" Yep! You have won my vote!

Seems the parent or adult or the 'no one' in charge got 'CONCERNED' after four days, because Super X-Box Boy was staggering, pale, and acting a mite peculiar!!! So the good parents took him to the hospital. This young 'Super Hero' was suffering from dehydration! I know this story cannot be true!!!

Young ones of today build up their endurance with caffeine loaded drinks! It used to be Mountain Dew and the 50 mg's + or - a heart attack, brain seizures or diabetes. But now they consume them lightning bolts in a can! Plus they cannot drink them measly little 12 ounce cans, they have to have a Super Duper to shock the ba-gee-bees out of them!

TIME OUT.. Pertinent dummy fact! Just this year I read in a newspaper if you can believe 'anythang' you read any where, any more! A 14 year old girl, on a dare consumes 500 mg's of caffeinated drinks, had a heart attack! DUH! Who needs illegal drugs! Just pop a dozen cans of 'Caffeinola' readily available at all 'convenience stores,' and wait for your heart to pop, like a balloon! Yikes! I had a point or two, which once again I have stepped around or all over, maybe I'll just give closing opinions representing the stupidly impaired child or parents or both, soon to become the newest 'challenged' title for moronically stupid!!!

MY LAUGHTER SOON TURNED TO TEARS AFTER THINKING UPON THE STORY OF THE X-BOX! IS THIS WHERE WE'RE AT TODAY??? I EVALUATE WHAT I SEE AND WHERE I VISIT, WHERE I WORK. I SEE ADDICTIONS, NOT DREAMED OF, IN BY GONE YEARS!

ONLY A COUPLE YEARS AGO I WORKED WITH A 40 YEAR OLD MAN THAT CONSUMED A LARGE CAN OF ONE OF THEM 'ZEUS IN A CAN' EVERY BREAK. (THE LIGHTNING BOLTS OF MEN/GODS!) THERE WAS 420 HITS OF CAFFEINE IN 6 HOURS. HIS PERSONALITY CHANGED, THAT IS IF YOU COULD RUN BESIDE HIM AT BEAKS TO ACTUALLY SEE! WELL YEAH! DUH!

HE WAS FIRED BECAUSE OF ABUSIVE BEHAVIOUR!

BACK TO THE X-BOX SUPER BOY, PLEASE TELL ME THIS AIN'T TRUE AND THERE'S NO WAY THIS COULD HAPPEN! I NEED TO KNOW WE'RE NOT ALLOWING THE FUTURE LEADERS TO ACTUALLY ABUSE A GAMING TOY TO THIS EXTENT AND THAT A PARENT OR PARENTS COULD IGNORE THEIR CHILD FOR FOUR DAYS!!!

SADLY, I BELIEVE THE ELECTRONIC NANNIES ARE FINISHING US OFF, OF, "WHAT LITTLE IS LEFT OF, THE HUMAN MIND, MORALS, INTELLIGENCE!"  PLEASE TELL ME THIS IS NOT THE CASE!!!!!   PLEASE?????

Ah and Uns

I'm really tired and me old back is giving me problems, but I love to do some pecking on the keyboard before I go to bed. There be so much silliness and strangeness in this here old world and that be just here in Daisy Doodle Toon!

I tell Ah Clem (That's a pretty cool first name ain't it? I don't know about the last name!) (Another inner thought hit me up side my head or was that a bee sting! Maybe as a young in, he got stuck on words and went, ah-ah-ah-ah- you know. That be more intelligent than most things I hear all day!)

I'll try again! I tell Ah Clem "I would like to write stories about what actually, truly, really goes on at where I work, but nobody would believe me!!!"

Ah Clem said "you ought to write a book about it." Now get this Ah Clem says "I'll publish it."

Now I know Ah Clem be off plum, a mite, or so, but I come up with a working title 'Idiots Among Us'  or 'The Idiot Invasion'! Any way I must have the word 'IDIOT' in the title!  You know what the funniest part is???      You really want to know?       I MEAN DO YOU REALLY WANT TO KNOW?????

Wouldn't need very much writing, just use already existing characters and make up aliases fer them. Add a dash a sprinkle of my sense o humor to it and wow-za! Write the daily goings on of what actually takes place in la-la land. It would be so silly like maybe silliness squared mucho times. I kid you not! I come home every day talkin to myself "I can't believe that happened!" Ferget all them reality shows. I'm here to tell ya! THERE ain't one reality show, that could hold a candle to... hell you could combine all them reality shows that's ever been or ever will be, and truth is, is, is, is way better!

"What makes where I work different?" I here y'all asking out there!!!

I have worked in factories all my life, with real honest, know what in the hell their doing Leaders, yep I also have been there, done that for a lot o years! Known good uns, known bad uns and all in between uns. No namsy pamsies led long, huh uh! Real leaders = real honest to goodness hard working people. You got to have leaders, other wise un, the crazies are in charge of the rail road!!!

Possibly that's why I take it so hard and therefore find it funnier than the black and white silent film 'The Keystone Cops'. Hey if you haven't seen it, get a copy and turn off the sound. (Little funny there, 'silent film' oh my God I've completely lost it!!! Nah plenty more where that come from!) I have seen it many times through the years and I always laugh.

The point being, that was a made up film, intended, created to be funny! I on the other hand work around some that are loony toony big time 'Keystone workers!'

Oh goodness gracious have I gone too far and said too much??? Nah! I'll save it for the book, but I'll give you sneak peeks occasionally as I attempt to go where no man has dared go before! 'How Dare I' (That's for you Timster!) take a boat into the deepest, darkest recesses of the Idiotic mind! I'm about to go where no man has gone before!

OPINION TIME!!!

DO WE EXPECT  'THE OLYMPICS'  to be anything other than what life is everyday?  DO we expect some magical miracles to change for a couple weeks as ones pound each other face to face as in boxing. Well at least that seems more appropriate in the everyday, day to day existence. I use to love watching the Olympics, I could not get enough. The best in the world representing there country with pride, and the pride evident! Is that the world of today? In a world of decaying uncertainties in all corners, I see advertisers selling their same spew! I see so called writers resorting to words that have become the in thing written with no heart! Like intentionally garbled miss-spelled words of garbage that are text today not with values or heart, BUT to be heard, to just simply 'communicate.'

I'm ashamed at the sensationalized junk and junk journalistic crap I have stumbled across! I do not watch TV but cannot get away from the garbage scowls that infiltrate every nook and cranny of what is left. My home page is full of headline "CRAP!"

A young lady comes from out of no where to win the gold and people are talking about her 'HAIR!' what kind of journalist would even write of that???? A little dance out of excitement from a tennis star and that's a no no??? Overly hyped superstars that have endorsements to fulfill, that are not of medal caliber, rob the headlines because they wreak of sexual overload!!!

The news worthy underdogs that are real, 'common' not beautiful, just ordinary people.

I think the Olympics have become just like most entertainment of the modern era. All about the $$$$$$$$$$'s and watching commentators making many more times the common people make, with millionaire athletes there to stride into history as golden warriors, as they carry the gold not from medals but from advertisers and P. R. firms. Whilst those of us that must work and raise our families in a world of ever present threats of war and death!

DAMN!!! WE WISH FOR LITTLE PEOPLE, WE THE ONES THAT MAKE THE FRICKING WORLD GO ROUND BABY!!! WE THE UGLY, UNPOPULAR FIGHTING FOR A TINY PIECE OF, NOT GOLD, SILVER, OR BRONZE! WE WANT OUR RECOGNITION AS THE WATER THAT FLOATS THE FRICKING YACHTS!!!   THE OVER HYPED COMMERCIALISM, SMART ASS COLLEGE EDUCATED JOURNALISTIC TYPES, WHETHER ATHLETES OR PULITZER WANNABES, NEED TO REMEMBER ONE THING. WE THE COMMON, AVERAGE, REGULAR, FAMILY LOVING MEMBERS OF THE WHOLE DAMN WORLD BABY!!!    WE THE REGULAR FOLK, NO MATTER WHAT COLOR, RELIGION NOR ANY OTHER THING, NOTHING ELSE MATTERS, WE ARE THE HEART, THE SOUL OF THE WORLD!!! YE BEST BE PLAYING UP TO US, NOT THE HIGH FALUTING, UPPITY, CRUST.....WE ARE THE WORLD, BY BILLIONS 'WE' MAKE THE WORLD GO ROUND! WE BE THE 99%, YE BEST START REPRESENTING US!!! 

TRYING, TIRING, HEARING!!!

Extremely trying and tiring week. I have numerous physical and as you well know by now 'mental ailments!'
I am attempting to re-boot my old tired body, by eating better and so on and so forth.

I have a friend at work that is the same age as me. INCORRECT! He is 3 months older. He's name is Ah Clem. (Correcto mundo! I couldn't make this name up!) Well we can talk and make fun of our lose of 'EVERYTHANG' even though it ain't funny! It's nice to be able to tease each other and cut up about it! We're total opposites in many ways but seem to talk and understand in ways I can't comprehend. He has talent as a writer and fights a valiant cause! I try because, I need something to challenge my mind! I do not wish to sit 6 hours a day in front of the T.V. (I heard that figure recently.) I need to feel ALIVE! I need to not be "another brick in the wall!"

Newspapers, Magazines, News Shows, controlled by the men! Can't stand to look, read or listen to those who are in office! They shape our every day lives to the point of total control. We do not think for ourselves anymore. We must listen to what someone else says! That's the problem we listen too much!

I think I'll give up communicating in the regular way, except for family and a few close friends. I'm not about to start texting to everybody to get them to "HEAR ME!"

I'm the one with the fucking hearing problem! Both ears shot, half way, anyway! I'm old fashion I have always had a hearing problem, I like to look at people when I talk to them! I feel soo ancient!

Damn! I'm getting off my original thought OR did I have a beginning thought??? Now that I think upon it I didn't! Never do usually! I just vent off whatever be on my mind, yip-pee, yi-aaa!

I tire of wasting what breath an old man has! Seems very few hear!

I mean... really, let it go inside to that brain tissue! They may hear what you tell them, but somehow gets translated wrong between the ear canal and the vast emptiness they call their brain!

Sue and I, another friend of mine, have many laughs, groans, grunts, four letter words at this! We question WHY, do we even speak? Most don't acknowledge anything we say! So why bother?

I would like to add something I thought about just recently. I'm old, tired, on my last set of tires and I think they're retreads. What I see as an every day although seemingly minor in context, yet maybe the biggest problem facing the average simple man today! Oh have mercy! I cannot believe I actually said that!

It's so much easier to avoid and not tackle a problem head on! Whether it be mom or dad getting tired of fighting their children about so many different, possibly trivial matters. They just cave in, give up! Seems better than arguing, fighting!

Ahh! That be the point, should be teaching and discussions a learning/loving experience for the FAMILY!

Take a manager, supervisor, whatever: they're called in the modern world   "PLEASE!"   I believe the ability to actually supervise or most likely, the actual understanding of what managing, leadership is, has been thrown out the backdoor of the evolutionary process, along with the baby and the bath water!

IT AIN'T NEEDED NO MORE, THE MODERN ONES THINK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Damn I try as hard as I can to stay away from Politicians! I prefer calling them Polluterticians, kinda obvious ain't it?

I can think of no better example than not listening, out of touch with reality, that we the average common person must persevere in. NO POLLUTERTICIANS GIVES A RAT'S ASS ABOUT US BABY!

We're being flushed down the crapper!

Daisyville News

OR as I really prefer, "Is Everybody Nuts? Seems so, to this old boy! I'm just talking where I work. I dare not go out in the day time! If in my slowed down version of the world after midnight, I don't have the courage or the 'balls' to go where no one knows my name!

Maybe I'm looking at things slightly, or really, off kilter! Perhaps nothing is wrong with the other people here in Daisy Disney Land. Maybe it's just the fine ones I must work with! Perhaps I'm stuck in one of them 'Ground Hog Day Loopity Loops!' Maybe each and every day is a 'Nightmare on Strange Street!' Yep, that makes sense.. There be a whole lot O silliness, strangeness, on Strange Street.

I kid you not, it's like the Strange O Meter keeps hitting new highs or would it be lows? You know if, there was Olympics for the weird, the leanest, as far as brain waves go, we here in Daisy Doodle Disney Land would win gold in every event! I thought I had seen it all years back! But noo, the new improved versions, keep popping up!

I remember a silly, funny ass movie years ago with Michael Keaton, called 'Multiplicity.' The premise of the story that I wish to talk about is, cloning. He clones himself to get more time, but each time the cloned version is, stupider-er-er-er! (ha ha) WELL, I believe we have gone as far as one can go before one becomes just a blob!    More on this later, I'm-ma gonna make it the ending!

Oh my! I remember a science fiction movie as a kid called 'The Blob.' Mercy sakes! I'm putting two and two together and getting zero!

Now, why in the world did that movie pop out from the deep cavities and abscesses (haha, that's funny) of my mind? Well, this here Blob from outer space, eats people and grows in size. Yep, a real classic, don't you think? One of my favorite actors Steve McQueen's, first starring role. Who would of ever thought from the Blob to stardom? Not me! Not me! I reckon he had that coolness of that day, you know!

Now they wear their pants r-e-a-l l-o-w, you know, to achieve the coolness! (Ding, ding, give that crazy ass behind the keyboard a cigar, for that remark!) Another thought just grazed my head from some-wheres! I just wonder, if them cool sounding Honda Civics or Kia Rios or Hyundai Elantra's or some other little automobiles with out a muffler, with one of them huge ass chrome extension pieces shooting out the exhaust pipe, with that COOL sound. Also, I see ones wearing a hooded sweat shirt, with the hood up, here in Daisy Doodle-ville and the temperatures be in the nineties to one hundred and seven this summer. I seen me a feller weighing over 300 pounds this year walking down Main Street with shades on and them l-o-w britches!! DAMN! You know all reasoning upon this, has fried my brain! Butt from out of the blue or one of my abscessed cavities... suddenly... some coolness permeates my body and mind! Think about this now! If you're wearing yer britches below yer ass, what does that tell ya? Circulation, air be getting to the brain, that be the only conclusion. More air circulating to where the sun don't shine! Vitamin D from the sun, the newest wonder drug! Is that cool or what???  (Enough of those cracks, haha!)

You know my Grandmother was from the hills and hollers and was a deeply religious woman, my oh my!!! Sends shivers all through me body, just, thinkin of what she would do! She were what they called a hell-cat in her younger days, a red headed woman who didn't weigh over 100 pounds.

I been thinkin, (scary I know) what would she do to one of these hood wearing, ass showing ones of today? Well I'll sum it up in one word 'exorcism' her style, which would include prayer and her favorite rolling pin!!!

I BEEN PONDERING AS I WRITE UPON SILLINESS SO SILLY I CANNOT DESCRIBE IT! MAYBE MARK TWAIN COULD DESCRIBE IT TO YOU! I TRULY BELIEVE WITH ALL MY IMAGINATION 'SOME,' NOT ALL OF MY FELLOW ASSOCIATES HAVE BEEN CLONED SO !@#$ING MUCH THEIR NOTHING MORE THAN BLOBS THAT ARE EATING THE MINDS OF WHAT FEW 'NORMAL' PEOPLE ARE LEFT HERE IN DAISY DOODLE-VILLE!!!   Goodnight enough of my imagination lined with truths for tonight. Glen

MANUFACTURING OF A WORLD!

I have been reading voraciously recently, real books the kind you hold. Nothing spectacular but seems my long lost love has been rekindled. It relaxes me in an old fashion forgotten way. I vividly remember how I read every book in my grade school library by the time I left for middle school. No TV in our house so my mind needed to be occupied. I question the occupying of young minds today!

I think the appetite for learning starts off fine. The basics are always needed but somewhere along the lines
the imagination is taking huge hits into uncharted territories. Imagination is getting high jacked by the bombardment of technology. Technology is introduced as a replacement, an occupation of growing minds that need seeding of the more basic human touch, plus the skills of learning by listening and watching. Ah! The two parent family is going obsolete. Part-time fathers every other weekend and two weeks in the summer. How sad!

Somewhere along the line it became the 'all about me' world. In addition to that the techno-gizmo electronic phenomenon has created a make believe world on a screen and communication swamp of breaking the family mold. No, I don't think it was intended, but certainly seems to a simple old codger like me, technology has gone light years ahead, on the flip side morality basic human family fundamental needs has gone backwards, big time!

I shudder at the headlines of the everyday news. Brainwashing I'd reckon! The average person is whalloped every fucking day by the overloading of the mass medias. Owned lot, stock and barrel by a hand full of moguls pushing their King and Queen idealism OR complete brainwashing.

Seems a mite funny to an old fart like me, we common people are treated the same as always. Those still sit on their thrones of gold just as they always have. We think we're getting ahead but we're still paying the tax collector just like they did 1,000 years ago! We're not being heard, we're being taxed and brainwashed with the newest generation of electronic brainwashing gizmo's. What's so !@#$ing funny is we buy them and must have the newest latest most powerful to further rot the intelligence level!

I can be dismissed just like every other old blow hard before me as out of touch and out of sync with the modern world. I whole heartedly agree!

Can the future survive with the imagination of the ones being 'manufactured' today. How can the modern world survive from the manufacturing of soon to be Zombie like people roaming the earth. DAMN THAT BE THE PLAN FROM ALL THEM ELITE KINGS AND QUEENS THEY'LL BE IN THEIR CASTLES SURROUNDED BY THEIR MOATS AND PROTECTED BY THEIR PRIVATE SECURITY FORCES WHILST WE THE AVERAGE DIE OUT. WHAT A PLAN, I RECKON THERE IS SOME IMAGINATION LEFT BUT WHAT MORBID WHACKED OUT PEOPLE COULD LEAD US TO SUCH A PLACE????

My Goals

I figure I'm at about 10% of my hopefully ultimate goal. It's nice to have a goal, especially as one ages! A goal must be achievable and most importantly fun! There has to be fun or one will not stick with it, that's always been my case.

Example I have lost and gained weight all my life. I would go on a strict diet lose and regain. You see the trouble is I NEVER stuck with it! I started my most recent diet on 3/26/12. ONLY I now do not consider it a diet. HUH? I consider it a rest of my life eating makeover. Simply eating more proper foods! I am finding it easier to sustain. I'm setting my goal at 1 pound a week and am over that now. More vegetables, less processed food and no eating of fast food. I reckon that's why it's called fast food. You eat it in a hurry, they fix it in a hurry and it goes to your belly or butt, in a hurry! (ha ha)

I recently read where the portion size of food has doubled in restaurants since the fifties. I do not doubt it one iota, as all these restaurants work-a-raunts and everything in between fight for the almighty $.

I watched a documentary within the last year called 'Super Size Me.' A very eye opening and belly bulging piece! These fast food joints make it so easy for ones with out of control appetites, with there up size, super size, biggy size, so on and so forth. For .89 cents you can up size your 16 ounce size drink to a 32 ounce size and regular fries become twice the size. Our choice, 'butt' damn our mind's always looking for a good deal and our brain reason's out .89 cents as a good deal and we eat and drink the whole fricking thing. (uh-huh, not funny!

I quack myself up sometimes! I was attempting to have a go about my writing goals, per usual I got sidetracked, you don't mind do you?

My goal is to slowly super size my writing ability. It may never happen but I'm having so much fun and am not gaining any weight from it and maybe, just maybe if I keep on trying, I'll find my own style, OR not! Well in a way I reckon I have found my own style! Just being me, you don't mind do ya? My belief is that there is no better gift to give, than simply being yourself! I am what I write about!

I intentionally did not write an introduction about myself cause I wanted you the reader, my friends to form you own. I did attach a sketch of me made a long time ago in the late seventies. I still wear glasses, have a beard, wear my hair short now. My beard is now silver along with my hair. To any of you that read my silliness I say thanks and for any new dropper bye ones, just read my posts and come up with your own conclusions.

(A interesting thought just occurred to me. What if one of them modern Freudian analytical types was to psycho analyze me from what I have wrote so far! I certainly would think with well over a 400 postings there would be enough to analyze ol' Glen.) Ha, ha, I betcha he would have to go to daily therapy sessions with his own shrink to stay sane! (ha ha) Another funny, I bet Dr, Phil would grow hair back after reading my postings!!! (Bada-boom) [boom-boom drum them cymbal] I'm on a roll baby!

My writing goal is quite simple. (Learn how to write, ha ha!) Against all odds and difficulties of which are, never writing anything, never typing or using a computer until a couple years ago, I wished to type my thoughts, my silliness, my stories, of I have an abundance of, I assure you! Why? I cannot rightly say, except I had the desire for whatever reason!

While working full time, I have started a ritual, most nights of taking my medicine and practicing my typing. As you have noticed I write about whatever crosses my mind. I have fell madly in love with this night time silliness and hope I give you a laugh a smile or something to ponder upon, if just thinking where in the world, or out of this world, did this guy come from!!! If so I take that as a compliment.

So in summary, my goal is to practice on you, hoping you'll come back to visit me as I grow at my favorite hobby. To learn, to grow, to ultimately get to where I can write all the short stories that dwell within my mind I call Glen View. My intended purpose was to get to where I could write my short stories. That takes a lot more time than I have currently. My hope is to some day write them. Maybe after I retire. I intend to work slowly to that goal. By the way I have written a few like The Flame, Lost Road and my all time favorite character is Bill Lee Hill, a simple man like myself that enjoys life. If that ain't the goal of all mankind. IT DON'T GET NO BETTER THAN THAT DOES IT! Yer pal here at Glen View!