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Sunday, February 15, 2015


It's 4 am, can't sleep. This is the time I use ta, ( I LIKE USE TA INSTEAD OF USE TO, I CARE NONE ABOUT CORRECTNESS, LIKE THAT THERE SONG I JUST WANNA HAVE FUN! ) (( Where the hell did that song come from?? ) write a post most every night. I'd come home after a hard day's night, always something on my mind to play with. Use ta, be so fun, I want that back. I need the emotional content, a jarring my mind to action. It sometimes would be magic, as I write a few lines, then something would take me away, a rant, a rave, a story, maybe something funny, well at least to me. Humor, rather finding humor, to make the stings be gone, the depressions of which there will always be, is essential for survival, with the pace, the tone of the world today. I'll never got used to the stupidity, the lack of class, lack of teamwork, lack of leadership. I never will. Morals, values are gone forever! It's all about, me, me, me.

Maybe its time to reintroduce myself to my readers. I'm a simple man who was fortunate to grow up in another era, where it was so much easier than today.

I was born in the early 1950's. My first memories are of visiting my grandpa and grandma on my daddy's side. They were poor, real poor, they lived way out in what was called the hills and hollers, no electricity, I'm talking bare bones here. Heat and cooking was done on a wood cook stove, out house, no running water, pigs, chickens, a large garden as they canned vegetables for the winter. I know we cannot imagine such a thing in our cozy homes of today.

On my mother's side, my grandpa worked for the railroad and provided a decent living for his family. Family oriented, all the children graduated high school, none on my father's side did. My grandpa whom I'm named after was a hard working, down to earth tall, slim man. His hobby was growing a large garden for the family, and yes, it was canned for the winter, no supermarkets in the country especially way back when.

I grew up a sum what normal chubby boy. Scars of my father and his scars of upbringing still carry baggage to this day. My mother is an angel! No use ta elaborate on that can't get any better.

Work is all I've ever known until last year. I'm now retired collecting what I've paid in all my life. Hard to get used to, but feel I'm over the hump. I've worked all my life in factories. Well that's not true at the age of 16 I began my career as a bus boy/dishwasher and soon learned all the jobs within the restaurant. I pumped gas for a year or so after high school. ( Yes once upon a time this was done! ) Then factories paid the most for somebody like me so, hi-ho! hi-ho! it was off to work I go!

Paid my taxes done what was expected of me for 47 years done many a jobs from janitor to management. Always gave my all and cared too much by the standards of today. I was forced to retire, we get older companies don't want our experience any more. The older ones are put out to pasture, mainly today because of old age ailments and INSURANCE.

Married for over 40 years, that's my proudest accomplishment. If it was not for my wife, and family I believe I'd sooner stayed there when my heart stopped. NO! I'm not depressed anymore, there was peace. That is self explanatory! I have a post in mind and I'll elaborate more on what may seem to you somewhat unusual.

A few years ago I wanted to place my thoughts down. I began trying, man it ain't easy, having no experience at such a thing, nor ever using a keyboard before. Working in factories all my life, never needed to. I was a grease monkey not a white shirt.

It was brutal, to say the least. I have enjoyed every minute and proud of myself for plugging away at the impossible for a poor boy like me.

Many obstacles have set me back in the last couple years. I'm a tryin' to get back on the horse after being thrown many times.

I have several posts in mind, a new puppy has taken much of my time recently, A chihuahua, that I'm considering naming Chi.

I take pride in you visiting my humble site. The older posts continue to get solid results, I still wonder why I took this path, ( Thanks Timster! ) it's been a real hoot and hope for more a plenty to follow. The Adventures Of Me And Chi. An old retired fat man and a three pound puppy. 

Sunday, February 8, 2015


I'm not sure what happened on yesterday's post. I opened my mind and damn, my stream of consciousness, started screaming and my fingers would not stop. Perhaps that is good to get it out of my system and begin again. Therapy, I'd say, psycho-analyzing me-self! That's funny psycho, and analyzing. Humm, I gotta dwell on that fer, a second or two. If you had a psycho, analyzing himself , you would not need a therapist nor a psychiatrist prescribing the good, latest drug of choice for the psycho impaired.

I have confused myself, I looked up psychotic, psychosis, now I feel funny, confused, insane, mentally unstable, deranged and generally fucked up. Oh! I get it now, that was when I used to work I was that way, and . . now I'm all better.

I best mosey away from that psychiatry mumbo jumbo, it's too confusing! I'll prime me pump and see where the stream thing takes me, after all I ainna learnin' nothin' no more.  (Lookee there, I plum forgot to put the g in learnin' and nothin'." I may just turn 'er loose and get right silly. I don't like writin' right, nor serious, It takes too much out of me, and I ainna, gotta, too much left in there, you know!

I'm an old boy not understanding much. I reckon that a be the way too go anyhow. Thinkin' too much 'bout any darn thing, it'll produce headaches in the old farts like me, yes-sir. Once upon a time when I would read the newsie paper and watcha the evening news I'd be a shakin' my head fer about an hour confused and stuck on power down mode. After 'bout an hour me wife would smack me back to the real world. We'd watch Jeopardy and The Wheel of Fortune to somewhat gather me wits. These brainiacs they have on Jeopardy, where did they come from? Another planet, ain't NOBODY I worked with, or hung around have a memory like these brain aliens. One thing fer sure they weren't schooled in America!

I have a temporary news flash, ( heavens to Betsy, ) been a spell since I have had a bulb above me head. About 25 years or so, give or take a few brain cells, I would get what's called cluster headaches. Well ya ain't experienced a headache until you've experienced these devils. I bet yer a thinkin' "This Glen fella has experienced many ailments in his life, yep! Physical and mental, I been there, done that. Ya see that is why I call it GLEN VIEW, causin' I like a to do it my way, and because there be many looney-tooney characters that like to visit and play with me. Ya know GLEN VIEW as in a mental hospital, years ago they'd just lock us up in a sanitarium. They had no good drugs back then, just electric shock therapy and tie you in a wheel chair and make you stare at the other inmates.

Oh my! I be a full of shite tonight! Guess what? I love it. Is some of the old Glen a creeping back in. Since my stays in real hospitals, no! no! no! not the modernized versions of GLENVIEW. Actual hospitals for heart attacks and such.

I have come to the conclusion the last few trying months. "I know conclusively nothing about nothing, and will run for State Senator and The White House in a few years." Yep, I'd be a good ol' politician, get me some aides to do all my thinkin' fer me, some pretty ones to boot, and try to waste all your money for you. Have military in all the countries of the world. YEP, I CAN DO THAT!!!!! 

Saturday, February 7, 2015


The day brought forth much sunlight, no wind, 57 degrees, WOW! It warmed, me heart, I need that! I have been sleeping like an old bear, all I wanna do is lay under the covers on cold dreary days, Sleeping and dreaming is free, and wonderful, right now.

Come hither Glen, into the caverns, unleash the pent up, filed away emotions making you a stronger man. Yeah baby, I wanna some of that!

While painting the living room, the pains of me old body showeth with fury. I rolled on the walls, but the wear of my right shoulder when I held it high caused the shakes of former injuries on the trim, I had to call in reinforcements on that, a good thing, I can't get up and down like I once did. Tylenol is no longer enough, the body rebels, and goes into shock! For two days I hurt in places where I never knew I had places before! We got 'er down and looks right nice.

It said "DAMN! What the fricking hell, are you a tryin to do to me! You ain't been doing did-dly squat! You crazy ol' freaking, creaking, numb skull!"

I present to you once again one of my inner voices who has remained quiet for a long, long time, here now is Joe Pesky.

 "I did not want to rattle your chain during the dying, hospital, lost of job thing. I knew you were depressed. So now that I feel you can handle the truth, well now I wish to give you both barrels of my shotgun!"

For those of you that have read Joe Pesky's comments before, he tells it, like it is, like John Taffer on the show "Bar Rescue." Oh no! I been watching too much telvision! John Taffer is a cut to the chase kind a feller, I absolutely love him! He be my kind a man! He's my hero as far as management goes. Dag nap it, I be a wanderin' . . . imagine that!

Joe Pesky "Ya see Glen I know yer a good ol' boy, that unfortunately got tangled in the web of a printing press, and was fucked up, for awhile. You had the misfortune of having a little blood clout to the heart thing, okay! okay! okay! Soo you checked out for a little while. A little vacation is good for you! Also the down time for the brain probably did not hurt, after all you ain't no, physicist! The restarting of your heart a few times probably charged your battery for several years to come! You become a victim of the system, meaning you got sick, bye, bye. Old fuckers like you are a waste of time in the modern world! Supposedly the lifetime expectancy keeps a rising. Once you old farts die off it'll go down hill. Ya see these here so called energy drinks will kill this young-ins off, also there's so much other illegal drugs, with all the huffing and a puffing going on, if their bodies don't kill them off as in a caffeine induced heart attacks, then . . . them drugs will fry their brains. They be hooked on spices sold legally, with LSD type side effects, coming into the country stir fried and right to your door.

In a time where CONTROL is needed, there ain't none baby! Whose in control, the government, your Daddy, I don't think so!!! There ain't enough good Daddies to go around. If you ainna, gotta, a good Momma and Daddy you're thrown into the devil of a society! You a thrown to the wolves, yes you are, and who are the wolves? They be them devils in sheep's clothing! Most ainna, gonna make it! You see more people living at home with their parents than ever, and more grandparents raising the grandchildren than ever before.

What's to be done? I cry for the newer generations, and what's to come. Is there hope? Hope is gone baby! That is a over used word! I don't have to read the newspaper. which I never will again. Don't have to look at the world news, its so obvious to me in my little world here in the heart of the Heartland. We build, new fancy schools, spend all the money like it's grown on trees, or printed on printing presses as we need it. There is absolutely NOTHING to secure the intelligence of our children. Why should there be? They don't see it, the parents, schools, states, bureaucrats, NOBODY A SHOWING IT!!! WHO . . .  do they have to look up to? It has become a world of make believe, yes it has! We have give our children too much! Too much of a good thing has killed the goose that laid the golden eggs. The world IS, make believe to the ONES that play chess with we, the billions of slaves. We are led down the path, of unrighteousness, by the same class of money hungry, power controlling, whatch-a-ma-call-them's, that we always have, and we're too fucking looking with our heads up in the clouds, or in the sand to know or simply give a fuck abut it. The upper crust of the middle class can still afford their new homes and S.U.V. You'll see even the poorest of the poor working peasants with the latest smart phones costing hundreds of dollars and one can guess how much they spend a month for them. The latest afflictions to all of us, is the ever increasingly dependence on phones. SHITE! their not even phones anymore! They taketh the users to places they've never been before. They take us farther than Star Trek could ever imagine. I have seen the information technology go leaps and bounds into the future too fast. We have warped ourselves into a future unimaginable a generation or two ago.

Who is in charge of the world? No one knows! Common sense tells you it is the richest of the rich, AND how did they get so rich? They control us, and everything in the world. They control the militaries and if you control the militaries and all branches of government you can think yourself God.

So we the peasants are given our toys, prescribed to us by "THE ONES," I have no other words to describe them! Their real, but we do not know them, nor will ever. Thank them for the lowering of intelligence. They win before the child is born, they know what will happen in the years ahead, they are way ahead of us and we cannot win.


Sunday, February 1, 2015


I hurt my back a couple weeks ago, old age and moving thing ya know. Well the only place it don't hurt is lying flat on my back and my legs elevated. I lay motionless and nothing on my body hurts at all! Well know that's a mighty fine feeling! No not just lying there, but the NOTHING hurting. I'm relaxed as a live person can be. My mind no longer runneth over thinking about this and that you know. Since I'm hard of hearing the outside noises doesn't bother me. I go into a blank state of mind and before you know it I'm in a dream. In my dreams I am the master of me and all things.

I get many hits on my old blogs and this puts a rare smile on an old man's face. I receive many hits from eastern Europe, all old posts. There is this one titled "Inner Voices And Elijah", that I had forgotten about, a rather long one for me. As I visited this story once again ( Posted August 23/2011. ) It was like reading it for the first time. Chills come over me. I ask, "where did that story come from?'' I do not know, but I want more like that. That my friends is the kind of writing I wish to do. Something takes me higher and before you know it the story is done. I love telling stories. Not just any old stories, the ones where the keyboard and mind become one, nothing fazes me until the story is complete. Like the first paragraph and being totally relaxed, something takes over and the real me, comes out. Stream Of Consciousness I suppose is what its called. Like going into a nap and playing inside my dreams I wish for more of the chills that taketh me over. It's so lovely I want to revisit this place in my writing. It's me the real me and I wish the addiction to take me over. I want to see where my mind is capable of taking me. My dreams are so real, I could lose myself there forever. I want my innermost highs and lows to take over when I'm writing. The real inside hard to reach caverns to take over when I sit down. It takes going within and not letting my conscious mind of surface skimming to abide by some imaginary lifelong rules. I want the real thoughts and imagination I experience in my dreams to rule. That's why I took up writing at an age where retirement is expected. I want my held back thoughts to come out, I wish to play the game to its fullest in the later stage of my life.