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After writing a post of mine that I had more fun typing than a Zoo full of monkeys here in Daisyville! When I get in one of my many moods or zones or spirits or whatever!!! I actually type like the maniac 'I AM!' My mind be motoring like on that German road where there is no speed limit, the autobahn, bohemian rhapsody or somethun! I'm teaching myself to type and write, I'm sure you have figured that out by know. By the way I say "HOWDY!" That be hillbilly talk for "how you doing" OR "waas up!" Maybe not, but sure seemed funny in my head before I typed it!

The title of this here post is whatever I wrote up above! Haha! I be a smart ass today! I screw up the spelling on so many words it be easier to redo the words not in yellow on my 'spell checky' teacher thing built inside my computer. Man oh man! That there one itty-bitty feature seems like a miracle to us old 'codgers' that remember the old days! You know'sa what I find soo funny? In actuality, taint been that long ago!

(((i see yer asking yourself why did that old fart use that word taint fer? think about it!)))

The adventure in home computers did not hit until the eighties. Wow take off 30 years off my age and I was a man on top of my game then! Shit! I just wish I knew it then!!!

I was working in the Plastic Injection Molding/Finishing Industry, we began molding Tandy Computers for Radio Shack. It was a large one piece unit that looks like a dinosaur now! Take into consideration today's cell phone computers sheesh... out of this world baby!!! Soon after that we began molding for a new company called Apple.

Lordy! I never would a thunk from such humble beginnings, we would see what we now have! The technology is changing so fast! I don't have the proper vocabulary!

I think I'll throw in a little story bout now, if you don't mind?"

Once upon a time in the early sixties of the last century. Damn! I didn't feel so old until I said it that way! There was this paper boy, that be me. One of my stops delivering newspapers was a factory. A twelve yer old boy walking through the office part of of a modern factory of that time. I was in awe of these big monstrous, futuristic looking whatch-a-ma-call-them-then! This was the brain of the ancient computers. Tall, maybe half the size of a refrigerator, something like them old reel to reel recorders was visible through the top glass portion.

GLEN-U-MENTARY TIME!  Sure seems funny, that in certain areas we have warped light years into the future. Yet in other areas we seem to have gone backwards!

Technology at our fingertips, a communication autobahn on steroids! The information highway where communication is done through wires and satellites bounced every where and no where!!!

In my lifetime of 60 years I see communication of meaningful things at an all time low! How so?

All the 'Twittle Dums and Twittle Dees" are a Twittering and a Facebooking themselves into information overload! Who gives a rat's ass about every fricking move, any one makes!!! Does ones think themselves so IMPORTANT that they must text every move they make, to make themselves seem like their life is important!

I CERTAINLY SEE WHERE THE COMPUTER HAS CHANGED LIFE FOR THE BETTER! WITH ALL MEANINGFUL THINGS COMES A DOWN SIDE! IN MY YEARS OF VIEWING THE BEGINNINGS, THE NOW AND THE FUTURE, I QUESTION MANY THINGS????    Glen!

THE DAISYVILLE DOOZIE!

I been thinking about starting a newspaper here in Daisyville. The stories I could tell would set it apart, waaay apart. Do it from humor, now more than ever we need humor. Humor never goes out of style!

Not much humor in the every day world of EVERY DAY news, is there? The type of shaking your head humorously, meaning complete disgust is not my kind of humor! You cannot control yourself, you must know what is going on in the world! Why? That also gives you a bad feeling deep in your stomach! Why do I care?

Where does all these news worthy stories come from? Did people actually attend college to write, produce, direct, tell these news stories?

How many different ways can you tell, of death, destruction, embezzlement, wars, politicians, etc.

Do real people, 'we commoners,' tax paying, hard working families, that do not ask, nor take handouts, give one iota about what those Hollywood Stars are doing. I don't think so!!!

We're too busy, being busy, surviving! It be awfully hard to find humor anywhere!

We be working our brains and bodies to early break downs, raising our children, doing what 'commoners' do!

What do 'real people,' 'common people' do!

WE PAY BABY! WE PAY FOR EVERY FUCKING THING GOING ON IN THE WORLD TODAY!!

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So much for humor heh! That's why WE need humor! WE must get away from what is killing us! The daily every day fucking SAME-O, SAME-O IS WHAT'S KILLING US!

Instead of television, newspaper, computers, cell phones, take a walk with your children. SEE life for what 'you' SEE it! Not what the mass manipulators of ruination are telling you. Damn our minds should be clear to think for ourselves. Hug, laugh, love family, rather than texting them! I don't care what any one says! Texting I Love You, ain't NEVER going to be as good as receiving the measurable love of a hug and to see the words "I Love You," Spoken!

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I want my newspaper to be called "The Daisyville Doozie." Yep, uh huh! You read me right. I want my newspaper to tell y'all stories you ainna gonna see no's where else!!! Hallelujah! I feel the power rising from deep within all of us who are tired! TIRED of them money hungry lobbyist bought "polluterticians"! Amen! Them "polluterticians" (i ainna gonna waste one capital letter of mine on them!) They done polluted the economies of the world BABY!!!

Okay so much for humor heh! We gots to have 'real people,' 'commoners' leading the way!

This has been a Glen-u-mentary, paid for by all the good o'l inmates of GLEN VIEW!

Crap On, Crap Off!

YOU KNOW I CAN UNDERSTAND, IF WHEN READING MY MEANDERING INNER WORKINGS, I LOVINGLY AND LAUGHINGLY CALL GLEN VIEW. IF YOU THINK TO YOURSELF "I DON'T KNOW HOW TO TAKE THIS FELLA?" PERFECTLY UNDERSTANDABLE, I HAVE THE SAME THOUGHTS!!! SO JUST TRY TO SMILE, LAUGH OR MY FAVORITE AT WORK RIGHT NOW... I SHAKE MY HEAD AND KEEP ON TRUCKIN!   (I WASSA THINKIN ABOUT WHAT TO CALL THIS BUNCH O WORDS.) THEN IT HIT ME! THERE WAS A COMMERCIAL WHERE YOU CLAP TO TURN THE LIGHTS ON, OR OFF. THE MAGIC DAYS OF THE 'CLAPPER', THEN THE WORD CRAPPER HIT! (THE CRAPPER BE SLANG FOR COMMODE, TOILET, OUT HOUSE ETC.. I HATE USING ALL THESE HIGHLY EDUCATED WORDS ON YOU, BUTT... A TID BIT OF WHERE THIS SHENANIGAN OF A POST IS HEADED.  CAUTION READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!  I DID HAVE A BLAST WRITING IT, TRUTH IS SILLIER THAN FICTION!!! HA HA!
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I'm sorry I don't know where this bit of silliness I'm about to write will 'end,' 'but' I don't think it can go much lower than what I'm about to say. I made a late night jaunt in my work truck to a sister plant. On the way back I got light headed from inhaling diesel fumes, from all the commercial trucks. (That be my way of making an excuse for where my mind was!) I had one pallet jack on my almost empty truck and some cleaning supplies. Oh my, what have I gotten myself into? There was a pallet with two boxes of trash bags, a box of hand cleaner, a box of them fold up paper towels, two of them plastic brushes that clean up inside the toilet yuck, and one industrial size box of toilet paper.

Pure silliness within my head, flashes an old commercial, I remember seeing on television, most likely hundreds of times, you know how them Air-headed-ass-holes-advertisers, repeat them !@#ING commercials, brainwashing you, bombarding you with the name of their new, improved, better, whatever, whatch-a-ma-call-it product. I have no idea how old this commercial is, 'butt' I remember a man, sitting in a little rink-a-dink boat after someone flushes the toilet. The whole thing is about this liquid cleaning that there toilet bowl, antiseptically clean and this little man in the bowl somewhere, hopefully up top in the clean water fighting not to fall overboard, as them special blue cleansing waves flow by. I think he was called the Tidy Bowl Man or something to that effect.

Yes there is a point here! Just hang onto yer breeches or I'll put you into that little dinky boat with the little man and flush! (Goodness gracious I'm feeling mean tonight OR crazier than ever, from them !@#$ing diesel fumes!)
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((( Oh! Oh! Oh! I interrupt this stupid 'ass' whatever it is, to bring you a real funny, I see-d last week, a true story from here in my hometown of Daisyville.)))      [oh yes, and i did mean to say see-d, and amma gettin sillier by the moment, and i ain't inhaling no diesel fumes! SCARRY, I KNOW!!!!]

Last week at Special Needs Are Us, where I work and where others... well I'm not quite sure what they DO! But when I figure it out, you'll be the first to know! There was this young man pushing a pallet jack with empty pallets back out of the way with his right hand. Now picture this, he is already wearing them low riding shorts and they are a starting to ride l-o-w-e-r, as he walks, and a pushin, butt, butt, his other hand has something in it, a super size styrofoam cup, filled with delicious, cool, icy, caffeine loaded drink. Them shorts are a drooping!  I'm telling ya! I am mesmerized, wondering what's gonna happen! I'm already laughing. Them shorts are reaching the critical point! He reaches down with his left hand to pull up his breeches! Suddenly he realizes, he cannot accomplish his mission, he has a cool, refreshing drink! I think "them shorts are gonna go!!!" I'm laughing out loud! Better than watching The Three Stooges after school as a ten year old! Can't get a grip with his left hand, right hand busy pushing the pallet jack! Critical mass has been reached, he saves the day, OR kept from being an ass, or showing his ass! He stops just as them shorts, was short, of leaving the last hold up on his buttocks! He weren't about to spill that cool, refreshing drink, no way Jose! That lightning fast right hand o' his pulls loose of that jack handle and grabs his breeches in the nick of time! Mission accomplished! He saves his drink and keeps from showing his ass simultaneously! What a man! What a man!
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So on the way back from our sister company after dropping off a couple pallets of real factory stuff, I was fortunate enough to have the pleasure of dropping some important supplies off to them. One new dust mop, with a brand new dust head, whew-wee... they'll be soo happy... I dropped by! I ain't done yet! It be like Christmas in July! Two boxes of urinal something or the other! Issa figure, that's all I need to know about that! Hey... I ainna done yet! Now what would go right nicely with a new dust mop and the new dusty doo-dad? Yep! A box of garbage bags!

Okay I'm not done o thinkin! Sometimes I think "I'm on the bottom rung of the ladder at work" or as I have thought many a times "I always seem to get the shit end of the stick!"

I accomplish my mission with my head held high! I may be getting on in years, but I can still deliver, probably the most expensive toilet paper that my associates will ever wipe their asses with, diesel fuel well over three dollars a gallon. That big ass box of toilet paper and them mighty important things on my truck was the only thing on my truck fer nearly 70 miles. You know life has to be good and funny if you're on overtime delivering toilet paper! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! GOODNIGHT MY FRIENDS, MAY YE NEVER RUN OUT OF TOILET PAPER!!!         "C-L-A-P OFF"
You know I had a heap o fun writing this silliness and sit on it for a few days. if you can't laugh at your-glen, then you can't laugh at NOTHING!!! gOOd nIGHt.....................................

Birds of Prey and The Common Man!

Let's play 'Is there Anything On My Mind?' This might be a short post, nothing seems to be stirring in my mind. That be most unusual! Perhaps the heat wave with over 100 degree temperatures might be the end of Glen View. My last active brain cell is burnt out ( just like the capacitor did on my air conditioning unit Friday) and my inner voices have fled some where's else! Oh well it was fun while it lasted! It was for me, I can't speak for you!

My goal was simple... to be me... I want to write like the conversations I have with others, sometimes funny, sometimes serious, I try to steer clear of the darkness that once almost destroyed me. I give my opinions on everyday matters that touch me. Sometimes good, sometimes negative. After all we are both and cannot separate them no matter how much we wish, we're just regular men and women that simply wish to survive! We're animals that want to raise our children, pass off the baton to the next generation. Oh! Oh! Oh! With the least amount of hassles we can! That there boys and girls is where all hell breaks loose.

I wish to give to y'all out there my sense of humor. It's hard to find sometimes, I must dig deep, below the frost line, that frost my balls, from the silliness, that take us down!

I'm a thinker, off the simple man's type. I never went to college, I dare say most of the people of the world have no college. I like to think of myself as the common man, with a stroke of common sense, as I paint my canvas.

I'm also an observer, I see all, that happens around me in my everyday simple, common man's world. I witness all the good and all the bad and every speck in between. For some reason I feel the need to write about mine, a "common man's" perspective.

I've read and heard the word 'commoner' all my life. My first reaction to that word is British, where I first heard of the 'royalty' and the 'commoner.' I reckon we 'commoners' of the world are the vast majority, always have been. We are the laborers of the world. We build, we make, we create the next generations of 'commoners.' We pay taxes today just as always for the 'royal', the 'polluterticians' as I prefer to call them. There be so many names for types of governments, you need a college education to explain them all!!!

I wish to beak it down common language! There be the types that 'prey' on humanity. Humanity be us baby! WE the common person!

I'll use the dictionary's definition of 'prey.' Plunder, booty, an animal hunted or killed for food by another animal, a person or thing that falls victim to someone or something, the mode of living by preying on other animals, TO MAKE PROFIT FROM A VICTIM BY SWINDLING.     (Oh my goodness the definition is so much better than I thought!)

So they the 'rulers, royalty, politicians, bankers, the crust of society' are the bird's of prey. We are the rodents the rabbits, the expendable armies that have always fought their wars! We the commoners do that WHY?

Do we know no better? That's how it's always been ... seems to me through history!

Most interesting the symbol of the U, S. of A. is the eagle. Eagles look down from up above and swoop down on their prey and go back to their high nests. For they know it's their land, they are the mighty, their the kings and queens of the kingdom. All they have to do is keep the prey, their commoners for food, for taxes, to pay interest on loans. Their so smart they take our taxes and our finest young men to fight unjustified wars!!!    Nothing has changed since the beginning of time has it?

SEEMS LIKE A GOOD PLACE TO END!   Glen  (I reckon there was a little something up there after all!)

Old Fashion!!!

IT HAS BEEN A STRANGER THAN NORMAL WEEK HERE IN MY HOMETOWN OF DAISYVILLE. THIS POST IS A HODGEPODGE OF A WEEKS THOUGHTS THAT I NEVER GOT TO COMPLETE. RATHER THAN HAVING MORE LOST POST I'M GOING TO POST THIS ANYWAY. I HOPE YOU FIND SOMETHING TO LAUGH AT OR THINK ABOUT!

 My whole life I have felt, out of place, odd, unusual etc.... I have always felt as though I'm from another place, another era, another planet, another dimension, re-incarnated, whatever etc... you get the picture.

I did like, for the most part "The Fifties". A television with three channels in black and white was magically wonderful. School was learn-till-your-brains-falls-out, but wonderful, doors were opening in a child's mind. A train set made of metal that ONLY went around on a metal track with a lite, belching smoke was totally fun! Me and my brother shared this for Christmas, but the amazement and joy still lingers inside to this day! Playing in the gravel at grandma's house during summer vacations with a hand me down metal wheel-less 45 Chevrolet like grandpa's was pure childhood fun. Imagination was the trick for a me. Fun could be manufactured out of anything!
(I find myself slipping away from what I started to write, imagine that!)

I find myself regressing backwards as the rest of the world accelerates forward much too fast! Less seems more, for me! For those of you that have read more than a few blogs of mine you will understand.

So many things going on in the world will either propel us light years ahead into a new and improved or send us backwards, big time. How far backwards might we go? Imagine a world without electricity and satellites! Scarrry, ain't it! We would never survive!!! Without electricity we could not exist. The modern man, woman and child, would have no reason!

Modern man would cease, not from water, food, rather the withdrawl from all the gizmo's, for which some could not, 'live' without! When them satellites stop bouncing signals for modern computer addicts, especially the cellphone junkies, that haf-ta text while driving!!!

"Okay! Okay! Okay! "You know what time it is when you here those words, heeere's Joe Pesky, an inner voice of mine, that speaks his mind, OR is it my mind sheesh... I'm so old, it I can't tell anymore!!!

Back once more, by popular demand, Joe Pesky. "There ain't one frickin MORON that does not know it's wrong to text while driving! What the !@#k we gotta do, teach it as part of the driving test in order to obtain a drivers license! Okay, okay, okay, lookee here it be this simple. The officer pulls Jimmy Four Fingers or Sally Red Nails over for textin while driving and hands out a ticket for STUPIDITY! They must appear in front of Your Honor Benjamin Jefferson Washington."

Joe again "You pay your fine the first time, but you find yourself up once more in front of B. J. W. for the same thing, ah oh, you in trouble with the law big time and listen to B. J. W.!!"

B. J. W. says, "I see this is your second time in front of the bench for STUPIDITY. I give everybody one chance no matter how stupid! I'm a forgiving man! You have to make a choice, mind ya, it must be a hard choice for your now in front of me twice, for STUPIDITY! Would you like to be able to drive, or not? Seems all you have to do is... not text while driving, a perfectly simple most rational thing to do while operating a potentially lethal weapon!" 

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I worked alongside a young man that has only been employed 3 weeks the other day. Every, 3 to 5 minutes he took his cellphone out and played them letters as if that cellphone was an actual part of him! He knows he should not be doing that while at work, but damn it! He could not help himself! I was in deep thought about what the !@#k could he be textin at 2 am. Has to be a bud or his girl. He be carrying on an actual conversation while working, all the time knowing it's a no no! He could not help himself!!! That's the sad and scarry part.

Sue a friend at work told this young man, "your not suppose to be on your cellphone while on the clock."

This young man tells her, "I'm not doing anything wrong!!!"

With that mentality, is textin while driving wrong? Apparently NOT!

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I'm rambling more than unusual I feel. You see I started this post several days ago and have not finished it, I have not had the time so RANDY THE RAMBLER has replaced many days of meandering rambling. The temperature has been 100 degrees or higher the last several days and ol' Glennie don't lik-a this kind a temperature has flat !@#$ing-fried-what-bit-of-a-brain-I-have-left! (By the way I like them cute little wavy lines ~ ~!)

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I was working with a friend and our conversation turns to leadership, OR, RATHER, THE LACK THERE OF!

DAMN! AIN'T IT THE TRUTH! COULD IT BE AS SIMPLE AS THAT?

COMMUNICATION, OR RATHER, THE LACK THERE OF?

WORK ETHICS, OR RATHER, THE LACK OF!

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"ONCE UPON A TIME; NOT ALL THAT LONG AGO, ACTUALLY! BEING CALLED OLD FASHION MIGHT BE THOUGHT A BAD THING! I DON'T LOOK AT IT THAT WAY! MATTER OF FACTLY I WOULD CONSIDER THAT A COMPLIMENT AT THIS STAGE OF MY LIFE. YES I RECKON I AM OLD FASHION! ~~~ I REMEMBER A TIME WHEN 4TH OF JULY MEANT SOMETHING. FAMILY FUN UNDER A SHADE TREE, WATERMELON, POTATO SALAD, HAMBURGERS, HOT DOGS.... FIREWORKS... THOSE FIREWORKS MEANT MORE THAN BEAUTY AND BOOMS, IT WAS A CELEBRATION TIME WITH REAL MEANING. TOGETHERNESS... ONES PULLING TOGETHER TO CREATE A NEW WORLD THAT STOOD FOR SOMETHING.... HAS ALL THAT BEEN REDUCED TO TOYS AND GIZMO'S.... TEXTING AT WORK FROM BOREDOM... MAYBE WE NEED TO GO BACK A SPELL AND RECAPTURE WHAT IS BEING PROGRAMED OUTTA US! ~~~  CAN EVERYBODY IN THE FUTURE SURVIVE IN THE DIRECTION WE'RE GOING? I THINK NOT....

SEEMS TO ME TO MOVE AHEAD WE NEED TO DROP BACK, PUNT, LINE UP A-NEW, WITH SMARTER ONES DIAGRAMMING THE PLAYS BEING RELAYED THROUGH SATELLITES NOW!!! 

IS THIS WORLD BEING CREATED FROM ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE, CREATING ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE, FOR THE PERMANENT NON-INTELLIGENT? (my oh my, i don't know what i said there, please excuse me, as it seems to make some sense, in the world of today!)

I FEAR THE ADDICTION OF INSTANTANEOUS, GOTTA HAVE ALL NOW IS SENDING CIVILIZED MAN BACKWARDS! IT'S AN ADDICTION FAR GREATER THAN EVER THOUGHT POSSIBLE.

WE HAVE JUMPED OUT OF THE GATE WITH THE MOST AMAZING INVENTION "EVER" COMPUTER TECHNOLOGY!!! HARNESSING IT FOR THE GOOD OF MAN, TO ME IS THE TRUE "GOD PARTICLE," LIKE EVERY THING IT CAN BE MISUSED! MONEY, POWER IS CURTAILING WHAT SHOULD BE GOOD FOR ALL MANKIND INTO AGAIN ANOTHER WAY TO DESTROY OUR FUTURE IN WAYS NEVER THOUGHT POSSIBLE WHEN I WAS A CHILD!

WHY DO I FEAR THE FUTURE? THERE MAY NOT BE A FUTURE FOR MOST. WE ARE BEING MANIPULATED BY THE MASS MANIPULATORS "EVIL" IN WAYS UNHEARD OF, NOT ALL THAT LONG AGO. THE EVIL DOERS STILL DO IT, OF THAT I HAVE NO DOUBT!!! THE NUMBERS ARE BIGGER AND SEEM TO BE IN THEIR FAVOR!!!

Ah! I'm an old man that feels out of place, that I agree on! I wear the badge of being old fashion as the highest honor EVER! I wish ALL could join me for a spell and feel not the bad of my childhood, FEEL THE WONDERS OF WALKING TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD MOM AND POP STORES FOR A SIX OUNCE COCA-COLA ON A HOT SUMMER DAY. RIDING MY BICYCLE TO THE BEAUTIFUL OLD MOVIE HOUSE THAT ONCE HAD VAUDEVILLE SHOWS, SILENT PICTURES. RIDE THE STAIRCASE TO MEMORIES WHERE YOUR IMAGINATION LEFT YOUR BODY AND JUMPED INTO THE SCREEN. WHEN COUNTY FAIRS WAS THE THRILL BEYOND ALL THRILLS. FOURTH OF JULY FIREWORKS SEEM TO RATTLE HEAVEN'S DOOR. FAMILY WAS EVERYTHING. ( If you do not understand those words, then I'm sorry!) SCHOOL WAS LEARNING BUT HOW WE LOVED OUR RECESS, KIDS RUNNING, PLAYING, BEING KIDS YOU SEE.

SOME WHERE ALONG THE LINE, WE HAVE LOST PART OF OURSELVES. NO I DON'T THINK IT WAS INTENDED BY WE THE PEOPLE, YET IT HAS HAPPENED SADLY. WHO DO I BLAME? WE ALL ARE GUILTY! WE'RE NOT PSYCHIC, WE'RE MERE MORTALS THAT DO OUR BEST!!!   IT DOESN'T MATTER I'M JUST ONE OLD MAN BUILDING HIS OWN CASKET SLOWLY AND SOUNDLY!

WHAT I FEAR IS OUR CHILDREN HAVE NEVER EXPERIENCED WHAT I DID GROWING UP IN WHAT SEEMS LIKE THE AGE OF INNOCENCE. GOLDEN AGE OF WONDERFUL, IMAGINATION, LOVE. I NEED ONLY GRAVEL AND A WHEEL-LESS 45 CHEVROLET LIKE MY GRANDPA'S.   I've rambled too much, goodnight my friends. Glen

JOE PESKY SPEAKS HIS MIND!!!

Here in Daisyville it's sillinines per usual only... worse. Weather be over 100 degrees here in corn country. Corn is scorched, brains done fried, yep! Just when ya think it cannot get nooo worse, it does! You know there is refried beans and.... I think some.... got refried brains, yep that be my take on things. That be the ONLY way to sum up what is going on here in Daisyville. It ain't flu season, but something be draining liquids fom bodies... and-a them already silly brains, who-wee!

I ainna gonna pick on them youngins, nope, nada, huh-uh! It be them older ones that SUPPOSE to  be smarter, and-a they AINNA!!!!!! Ah-oh! I feel some testifying comin on, yes I do!!!
Whether it be the local Convenience Store or them big businesses of the world. Man oh man! Is them Chem Trails taking hold over the heartland of America, OR WHAT???

Them young-ins brains! Who-wee! I understand where they be a comin from! A-causin, we the earlier generations have built the world of tomorrow in too few a years. TOO QUICKLY! Amen, brothers and sisters! Them young minds took a hold of that line, HOOK, LINE AND SINKER!

We have spoiled their minds way, too quickly, instead of developing technology at a reasonable speed! It's grown too fast! They have gone from the titty/diaper mode, to textin, al the information at their fingertips too soon. Information highway my ass! They went from crawling, waddling, to beyond the galaxie at mega warp speed. Uh huh! I know some of you out there are getting what this here ol' man be talking about.

I best explain some I reckon, maybe I'll give a sermon, I'm not sure yet, but I wish to see where this goes, coming from a man that grew up in the fifties and sixties. I know no one that has been born since the onslaught of too much, too soon generation will be reading my meandering madness. Shucks! They be too busy frying their brains and sperm counts from the microwave emissions from the ever increasing battery power of the newest, most improved instant communication worldwide universal information highway!!! Dang, am I wound up tonight brothers and sisters.

I was at a Convenience Store a couple days ago while on my midnite run, where the 1 AM temperature be hotter than a normal high for a May day. ( Inner thought! I for one NO LONGER know what NORMAL  'anything' BE ANYMORE!!! )  This old fat fart, needs a cool, refreshing drink. I have been drinking a lot o water, but I felt the need for some icy coolness with a mite of a kick, you know what I'm a saying here? I lookee at a display as soon as I come in the door, you know what I see? The biggest damn-O-can-O-yee-haw-mountain dew I ever did see!!! I thought it be a display gimmick thing you see! But NO! I pick one of them mega-mountain dew cans up, who-wee! Twenty four ounces of caffeine loaded mountain dew sugary laden caffeine rocky mountain high deliciousness, for them there modern man junkies, we are a making! If-fun, I be a correcto-mundo, that be a mite over 100 mg's of caffeine! All I can say is a BIG "YA-HOO-YIP-PEE-YI-YA!"

Don't laugh, that ainna nothing, compared to them other caffeine loaded lightning bolt drinks of today. Makes my ol' heart beat faster just thinking of them!

A couple years ago I worked with a man about 40 that drank one of them drinks EVERY break. His personality, would change. He were what I have heard others describe, as having the body of a "Slim Jim", you know one of them meaty skinny treats they never sell, or do they... at Convenience Stores, long and skinny. Well one day, I had to see fer me-self, how much caffeine is in one of them zoom-ta-warp-speed drinks! 140 mg's in one 18 ounce serving, so's if Slim-a-Jimmy, drinks 3 a night, how the hell does he ever sleep???

"Okay!~ Okay!~ Okay!... An inner voice of mine wishes to say a few words. Ah oh! Introducing Joe Pesky!

"What kind of lame brain !@#$ing-moron would drink so much caffeine, especially since he is old enough to !@#$ing know better! There was this 14 year old girl that that made the news recently that drank over 500 mg's of caffeine loaded drinks, upon a dare and had a heart attack! What the hell is-a-matter with you parents? Are you nin-ca-poops for parents, drinking soo much caffeine and get your babies hooked on it through the mothers milk or what???"

I ask Joe "Damn Joe aren't you being awfully hard on these parents?"

Joe Pesky replies in a rather pestery manner! "Hard my ass! They're destroying their own kids, by giving them too !@#$ing stuff, that is BAD for them! Starting a few generation back, we began spoiling our kids, by giving them what we never had. We wished to give them everything, that we as parents did not have growing up! Material things, we forgot what the most basic of things that we must do to guide them children properly, such as love, time, a firm yet guiding hand. Out of what we wished for, toys we never had, has evolved into both parents having to work to buy all the recent, fads, gizmo's, electronic hand held mind numbing self-destruction toys outta hell! Quite simply the love, guidance, firmness of directing children into adulthood has given way to cellphone madness and totally dependent upon friends and textin. By the next generation sex will be done through the aid of a cellphone! Jeez! It's most likely there already! They just dial them forbidden numbers! Parents don't know, do they?"

I try to calm Joe Pesky down, he is as fired up like the FOURTH OF JULY FIREWORKS! "Damn Joe I did not wish for you to work yourself up! I did not know you cared so deeply!"

"Well excuuuse me!!!" Joe fire's back! "The previous generations have over-immunized, over allowed the BIG CORPORATIONS to prey upon the almighty $, by taking advantage of us, as meaningful well intending parents. The TV AND ALL THE ELECTRONIC TOYS HAVE BECOME THE TOOLS OF RAISING YOUNGSTERS! All the additives, pesticides, fluoride, the list goes on and on are destroying the minds! It's not about spending money on education, it be about educating ourselves and taking back control of our lives, our children, our future children. Mental illness as well as all other illnesses are the epidemic, possibly pandemic, we have inadvertently created by not being responsible!"

"We as in the past generations have reaped the rewards and are handing off to the least every likely to handle. The least educated poorly unscripted mega-monolith created Conglomerates that have lead us, the previous generations to where we are now, at this point in time. "We The People" of not just The United States Of America have taken the bait, dangled in front of us, for many generations. The rest of the world just as we, are in bad shape."

"Is a new generation evolving to take hold of the most horrific, ghastly reins, WE, as in past generations have led you to. I fear so bad for you the children of today and tomorrow for, WE, have led you with our head under the sand, I fear, from too much of everything, that we could buy! We have done it through what we thought was love, unknowningly,  led, hook, line and sinker!"

"We enter the dawn of a new era, placing squarely upon YOUR SHOULDERS the HOPE for TOMORROW! I hope! Despite all the obstacles we have put you in, that evolution of a new species, through help of forces, WE have not capitalized on, will lighten you load and LIGHT your way!"

"PLEASE FORGIVE US, FOR WE KNOW WHAT NOT WE DID!" Glen and Joe Pesky.....

A Tad Off Kilter...

I have been extremely tired for about a week and feeling a tad off.

"A tad my asss, why don't you tell your friends the truth!" That be my inner voice.

Okay already, shut up, damn untrainable inner voices... sheesh! I could enjoy life a heap better if my inner voices would leave me be! Ah come on don't tell me you out there in Blogdom don't think to yourself about the same things ol' Glennie does! (I know! I know! You ain't silly enough to talk of your silliness!) I think sometimes it be funny and if ya can't laugh at yourself ... then you ain't got a sense of homor!

Occasionally a tiredness creeps into me. I have never been able to identify the exact cause, although the common denominator sees to be body aches like a cold, hay fever, just slightly off kilter, mentally as well as physically. Kinda like my whole body is a step behind, if that makes any sense! I make myself do my work and activities but I'm discombobulated somehow.

I have been writing as usual but what I have scribbled in felt incomplete, as if I'm not actually saying what I wish to say. It is mighty hard to tell if ol' Glen is just in a brain fog, causin I have always been in one, I reckon. What I write feels incomplete, actually makes me feel more incomplete because, I always write incomplete. You see what I just wrote and if you understand what the !@#k I said "HELLO" welcome to Glen View, your my kind of people!

I suppose one might say it's like being in a funk, you know fogginess. Yeah! I like that! When the night is clear it be so nice. A foggy night makes it much harder to navigate, straining all your senses for clarity. You slow down while driving and hope for the best and look for the white lines painted on the highway. All the time hoping there's no obstacles you cannot see. Man I hate driving under these conditions! Somehow it's entered my brain and if that ain't a hoot!

I have so many stories I wish to write about I think it's creating a big pile up on my brainway. There up there, but baby they ainna coming out the way I want! I feel as though my brain is alive and kicking as well as ever, but in between the take off and the landing. How do I explain it? I know! I know!

It's as though The House of Representatives, The Senate and The President have become involved! Now you understand my dilemma. A bunch of Deadheaded, Deadlocked Dummies can't work together, that be FOR SURE!

I got me a bunch of inner voices saying "listen to me, tell my story, go this way, go that way." I hope I have made myself perfectly clear OR NOT!

I know! I know! I'll start a lottery for my inner voices I lovingly call "missfits." I'll put Joe Pesky in charge. Yeah that be the ticket, who's ever ticket comes up that day I'll let them tell their tales.

Thanks a lot for helping me clarify this funk, fog, whatever! Soon I hope to be back better than ever, with whatever it is I do! I suppose it doesn't matter if your having fun and people from around this here world read my meandering thoughts with stories thrown in every now and then for good measure. Please fly the world of Glen View one post at a time. If nothing else I hope to put a smile on your face. Goodnight wherever ye be! Glen