IT'S ONLY . . . MAKE BELIEVE!!!

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.

OH WELL, JUST THE RAMBLINGS OF AN OLD MAN WHO CHOOSES TO STAY IN MY HEAD, THE INTERPRETATION OF JOE PESKY, WHOSE ONLY CLAIM TO INTELLIGENCE HAS BEEN REDUCED TO LIVING HIS LIFE INSIDE OF ME. I'M TIRED AND SICK OF THINKING, "WE THE PEOPLE"   CAN CHANGE THINGS, WE'RE DEALT A LOSING HAND AND THE ONLY THING WE CAN DO IS PLAY IT OUT, HOPING FOR MIRACLES THAT WILL NEVER HAPPEN. THE ONLY MIRACLE WILL BE THE LAST CHECK OUT!"