Haters Are Lining Up To Hate Me

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It has come to my immediate attention, through a variety of “sources”, i.e. email, Facebook comments, Google+ comments, and published post comments, that there is a select handful of people who remain butthurt over almost everything that is posted here or anywhere I post something. I’ve even been shunned from a few places that I called “homes” because I have become unpopular with their own readers. Other bloggers who have requested that I stop providing a link to their blog on my blog because they don’t want the connection any longer. So be it, it has been done. Here is the catch, the deal if y’all will, 97% of it is because of my LACK of involvement in politics, my LACK in voicing my opinion regularly about religion, my LACK of respect for life in general in the animal kingdom, humans included, and the fact that I’m a racist white fucker because I won’t ever pick a side. What can I say, people need racism, racism makes all parties involved money. Furthermore, because I’m a United States Air Force disabled veteran somehow makes me a leech on the American people. I won’t say I don’t care about others problems simply because we live in a society where everyone else’s problems become our own because people fail to take responsibility for themselves or their problems, so we all get to share. I don’t feel I need to pick a side, I choose to be my own person in my life, and fuck y’all if y’all can’t understand that.

So, because I choose, that’s me making a personal choice here, not to get involved in debates happening in the media or on social media sites, that individuals are feeling slighted by me. Because I choose not to jump on board with what I consider to be not relevant in my own life, people want to become butthurt as if I’m doing or saying something by indirectly not doing or saying anything that people have decided to not visit my blog, respond to social media posts I’ve made, and so forth. Do y’all know how low my numbers are? I’m not saying they were high in any regard to begin with since they have always remained on the low side, which is why it humors me that they can go lower. I don’t have thousands of readers on this blog, I don’t have thousands of follower on the social media hot spots, and I’m not blogging for stats, its just for fucking fun. But then again, that was never my goal, it still isn’t my goal. Hell, if I didn’t need someplace special to post my thoughts and opinions I would be done on the internet altogether. I don’t want to talk about politics, we all know everything about politics is fucked up to one side or the other or the other, we all know that this fact will never change in any way no matter who the president will be or is, we all know that the government is in every single aspect of everyone’s life, and we all know if I bitch about what I don’t like that it will still remain unchanged. As well, we all know that I’m not a religious person, this however, does not make me anti-religion. But, in the eyes of many this means I hate religion and/or people who have religion in their lives. Very untrue, I may disagree with you but I don’t hate you. And, apparently the vegans and vegetarians still have a problem with me personally because I like to eat meat and I post regularly about eating meat. If meat isn’t your thing personally then that is fine with me, but I won’t stop talking about so I don’t offend you.

My messages to the world are done here, people come here and find them, I’m not on the street corner holding up traffic to preach to them, they make a choice to come here, then get pissed or bent out of shape because I post something about an alcohol with a scorpion in it, amongst other reasons, but that one was recent so it stands out. Again, I live my own life, perhaps others would be better off if they made that same choice. I will tell y’all a little secret, even if I had zero followers here or anywhere, quit the social network sites, guess what, even if I was the only one reading my posts or viewing my posts ever again, I would be okay with that. That is how I started out and that is how I’m sure I’m going to finish. Let’s talk a little bit about racism and how because I’m white makes me a racist because I don’t get involved in the “discussion”. Sounds stupid when you read it real slow doesn’t it? Because that’s all y’all got, you have me admitting to be white. Suppose that makes me the devil as well. Moving on, why are there so many anti military people in the United States? Why are there so many anti gun people in the United States? Why are their so many anti law enforcement people in the United States? The answer to those questions aren’t even relevant because people in the United States don’t take responsibility for their own actions, they blame someone/something else and expect to be rescued by the very people they openly hate. I have asked it many times before, as a Nation where would we be if we could not defend ourselves or protect our people? Would that make y’all America haters happy? Don’t call me for help for any reason, not even if you bump your toe in the night. One might need to look in the mirror to re-evaluate who the problem really is.

Do I agree with everything that happens in the world, of course not. Do I turn a blind eye to everything happening in the world, of course not. I do, however, pick and choose my battles carefully because bad choices lead to bad decisions. I really could care less about people in general, everyone has their own reasons to define their own existence, to which I’m no different, I just do business differently. I was taught differently growing up. I learned from the hard lessons in life. I learned to take responsibility. How many of y’all can raise your hands and honestly say you take full responsibility for who you are?

I leave you with something that happened over the weekend. At the rear of my Nissan Pathfinder there is a trailer hitch. It’s visible to the naked eye. It’s there because I regularly haul a trailer. I made a trip to Walmart over the weekend to purchase a few things I needed around the house. I was in Walmart approximately 15 minutes, including check out time. As I approached my vehicle I see there is a woman with a small child standing at the rear of it. I opened my door to put my bag inside and this woman begins screaming, not yelling (I’m married so I know the difference) at me wanting to know what I’m going to do about her now bruised shin because she walked into my trailer hitch. I asked her if she was paying attention to her walking path and she became very irate. This is my fault somehow? Well, since it appeared we were engaged in a “domestic dispute” a kind Walmart patron called the police department to report it. Lucky for us there was an officer already at the store because “tis the season for shoplifting gifts for loved ones”. I was told to leave because she made a choice to put her hands on this female officer while explaining I needed to be arrested for her injury. I know, seems pretty far fetched, but the officer walked her to the patrol car, was placed in the back seat, and she returned to inform me I was free to go since we didn’t even know each other. So, what’s my point in sharing this story? It’s simple. Since she wasn’t paying attention where she was walking she walked into my trailer hitch, which I know from personal experience, hurts like a motherfucker, and then she decided to wait for me to come out of the store to verbally whip my ass. Did I mention little miss potty mouth had a small child with her, oh yea, I did. But, she does not blame herself, she blames me. Why? Because some people just aren’t capable of taking responsibility for their own actions, so she had to blame me for having a trailer hitch exposed. Now I’m sure all Y’all trailer hitch hating fuckers are going to rally against me as well. Perhaps the hitch needs a sticker on it so people would pay attention while walking so close to my vehicle. Maybe she was peeking in the back? Anyway, no hard feelings, not even with you being a raging bitch to me, karma works in mysterious ways, so we’re good.

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Thank You Karma, I’ve Been Patient

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So, I was working at the club last night, bored to the point I was actually on the verge of falling asleep standing up. Then, a ringtone begins to play on my phone, one I have not heard in many years, “The Bitch Is Back”, when I look at the screen to make sure it is who I think it is, I see ” The Cunt” is calling. Before I get into this wonderful conversation, let me remind y’all that in just over 15 years, I have spoken with my ex on the phone 4 times, and in person twice. Needless to say, we are on less than talking terms, much less being cordial terms with one another. But she called, which had to be hard for her personally, and now I am wasting my time “writing” about her cuntness while sitting here in my shop with better things to do, like scraping the duck shit off of my 50 year old iron bench so I can refinish it later. Oh Yea, the phone call.

When I first saw who it was I did smile a bit, but only because I was hoping she was calling me to say “I’m sorry” and “you are right”. It makes me smile because in 12 years of marriage and all the years since, I have never heard those words. Oh well, I better see what she wants so I don’t have to listen to a lengthy voicemail. It started off polite enough, almost like she was reading a prewritten script or something. I know I am the last person on Earth she wanted to be calling. Like normal, she talked and I listened, this is just the way it works, she wants something I have, and I just listen. This time it was different, this time there were a couple of ” pleases” there and a bit of gratitude in her voice. I had to pull my phone back twice to make sure who was calling me. Very strange indeed. So, what does she want? Well, that’s complicated. So you understand better, I need to take y’all back to when we were getting divorced because it would appear she made a few boo boos filing her taxes and now she has an appointment to discuss the discrepancies.

Anyway, part of the terms of our divorce were for her to receive proceeds from the sale, rental, or lease from the house we once called home. It always struck a nerve with me because this house was only in my name. But whatever, community property is what it is. The market to sell was very soft, so, with the aid of a realitor, which I paid for 100%, we put it on the market to rent. Now, I remind y’all, by this time I was out if the Air Force, living in Houston, and this house is in Alamogordo New Mexico. Within a month of our divorce a military couple were signing a rental agreement. Since I was still paying for the house, each month there was about $500 remaining, which I was oblidged to split with my now ex-wife. I made sure I wrote a paper check each month for ease of keeping the records straight. After around 3 years of the same couple renting the house, I received an offer to purchase it, cash. Seems the housing market was on the rise there. I purchased the house for $57,000.00, put another $10k into it, and at the point when they made the offer, I still owed the bank roughly $18k. What was their offer for this 2900 sq ft, 4 bedroom, 2 1/2 bath house? $98,699.00 plus closing costs with immediate move in. Without thinking, I agreed to the sale. But the cunt would not see half because I protested the decree and proved she never spent a penny on the house, the judge awarded her $20,021.09 payable over the next 16 months.

OK, so here is the problem, never did she report any of the proceeds from the rent or the final sale as income or a source of revenue when she filed her taxes. Oops. So, as it stands, she is claiming ignorance, and she has been given 30 days to prove she shouldn’t owe over $56k in taxes, penalties, and fines. She has been trying, unsuccessfully obviously, to do this on her own, leaving only a few more days before the 5th of August rolls around. Like I told her, I am not giving up any information without written proof she needs my information. When I asked what I get in return for graciously taking time out of my life to copy all the shit she needs, she offered to take me out for steak. I told her, in that case, when she shows up at my front gate to pick up her package, because I refused to do everything for her, for her to leave enough time for dinner. After a long, very dramatic pause, with a sigh, she agreed to meet with me on Saturday.

So, why am I helping the cunt? Its easy, I don’t want her mess getting on me, because trust me, she would find a way to suck me down that rabbit hole. Meanwhile, in exchange for the documents she has requested, my lawyer has drawn up documents that she must sign which release me from any obligations, financially or otherwise, and it includes a detailed inventory of all the documents so if push comes to shove, I can show I provided up, above, and beyond everything I could. No sign, no copies. Luckily for me, I keep the records of my past life neatly tucked away in a small three drawer filing cabinet. Lucky for her I packratted all of this away or she would be fucked and she probably doesn’t like prison orange anyway.

You want funny? As she reads along with you here today she is realizing that I truly don’t give a fuck about her situation and that this life lesson is one that will soon be forgotten by her because that is just the way she is. Yes, she reads my blog, only because my daughter sees to it on occasion for some reason. In the end, my dearest cunt, I can only thank you because you gave me something to do with my time and gave me something special to write about today. See you Saturday. Remember not to be sad in your time of need because, like always I am prepared, something you never took the time to learn.

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Sweet Wine From My Grapevine

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Over the years one thing that has always stood true is the fact that I know allot of people both in and out of the United States Air Force. This comes in very handy as a resource from time to time. Most of the time it isn’t personal, it’s just things people thought I might find interesting. It has also been a valued resource when trying to locate people that can never be matched by none other. Last week I found out some things that shocked the shit out of me because I never, in a thousand years, thought it would happen the way it did. Such is life right, sometimes we get proven wrong beyond our wildest dreams. Before we talk about the fantastically surprising yet fitting news, we must first explore the pre-cursor of the career, the actual career, and the ultimate demise of that career of the woman I will be discussing. So, if you think you are ready then lets kick the tires and light the fires to get this story in the air.

Back in the 90s there was a young mother who didn’t want to work so she struck a deal with her husband. The deal? She decided to go to college to pursue a career as a social worker. She promised her husband that this was a great idea and when he would eventually retire she could be the support for the family. Push forward a few years now. Just prior to receiving her Master Social Worker degree the marriage fell apart and eventually had to be dismantled in the best interests of everyone involved. Push forward even more you say? After getting her LMSW (Licensed Master Social Worker) she applied and was granted entrance into the United States Air Force. Afterwhich she guilted their only daughter into moving out from her father’s house and into her own. Shortly after having the sole custody of father case overturned she had the husband (at least on official government paperwork) declared deceased which granted her special hardship privileges since she was a single mother whom was widowed.

The careerfield she chose was so hard up for people that they waived the age restriction of 35 (she was to turn 35 shortly before entering). She was also provided an enlistment bonus (I won’t disclose how much because it will just piss you off) in exchange for an eight year commitment. She would also start her new career as a Captain (0-3), skipping the rank of 2nd Lieutenant (0-1) and 1st Lieutenant (0-2) altogether. She bit that like she was a ravenous vulture ripping apart a decaying carcass. She made many friends in a variety of positions which always guaranteed that she stayed stateside and most assuredly never having to do a remote or hazardous duty tour due to her hardship status. Time passes and she found it possible to increase her rank another two times, Major (0-4) and finally a very fresh (like under 60 days fresh) new Lieutenant Colonel (0-5). Just imagine with me now, she did all of this within 8 years 7 months and 18 days. There are those of you scratching your heads right now because either you don’t understand how long rank takes to acquire or you do know how long it takes to acquire rank. Either way, it was accomplished at the fucking speed of light.

Recently, she decided to early retire. But wait, it gets better. She retired for FREE because she hadn’t been in long enough to get a retirement of any sort from the Air Force. Wait, it gets even better. Want to know why she got out? She had two long time friends who both recently retired after giving 30+ years of service to the Air Force each. They were the muscle and guarantee that she never had to do a duty she didn’t want to. But, seems just before they retired a little birdie blabbed to the Air Force that not only was she never a widow, but her daughter lives in another state and is a mother herself. Oops. Anyway, her name came up to go to Qatar for 2 years. There was nobody to “save” her from going, so she just quit the Air Force. She has since, within the last month, moved to another state where she can be a private social worker in private practice. She will not even tell her daughter where she is living.

Now, perhaps you are wondering why any of this gossip of a career gone south would make a hill of beans to me. I’ll tell you why, I am the deceased husband. Most of this I already knew over the years, up to the point that she exited the Air Force rather abruptly within the last few months instead of going on the tour to Qatar. I have mixed thoughts about her. In my mind she is still the same back stabbing cunt that led us down the destructive road of divorce. On the other hand it would seem that it was her time to dance with this bitch we all know as karma who also thought she was a cunt and decided to treat her like one. Either way, she loses. No, I don’t win, but man is this some fun shit to watch unfold over the years. Wow, wait until my oldest daughter reads this post. Good thing I already called her.

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