You’re Bitching Up The Wrong Tree

Okay, visitors here know in a past not so distant life ago I was a bartender in a full nude strip bar. Many of y’all still ask me why. Why? The money was great and the scenery wasn’t that bad either. As well, many (not all) have judged my morals or judgment in career options, mostly I was told how I glorified the world of stripping when strippers are really disgusting slut whore beasts and are the lowest form of human on the planet, right after the douchebags who go to strip bars and pay to see naked women dance in their face. Yes, I simplified it for y’all, forgive me, but I never understood how or why people judge strippers. Strippers strip for whatever reason, I’m not real sure how many of them want to shake what their momma gave them in front of strangers for money. But, I know for a fact that there are reasons women strip, every single one of them has a reason. Some of those reasons have been explored here in the past, and I always get told that I’m very biased because I “lived” in their world too long while working as a bartender. How can that even be true or make sense.

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I thought that since I received this great example from an angered reader who wanted to reach out with her own information that this would be the perfect opportunity to take another moment to discuss choices of employment, perhaps motivations, and of course to glitzy lure of stacks of cash. In a moment, y’all will read the email I got yesterday explaining to me that I needed to be more clear to people so others who do strip or want a career in stripping have information so they don’t get fucked, literally. As far as my past posts, they are my own personal experiences OR experiences that were shared with me by real life strippers while I was a bartender. And, look people, again knowing from personal experience, some of the choices for employment are harder than others. So, read the email below, catch back up with me afterwords. If you ask me, the writer/sender was/is a stripper and got burnt somehow, I would assume she sued or attempt to sue her place of employment because one of her patrons tipped her with information instead of dollar bills. Just my humble opinion.

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1. Strippers, exotic dancers, showgirls, lap dancers, peep show dancers, & erotic entertainers are EMPLOYEES of the club they work for.

Stripping is a J-O-B. Strippers will never be independent contractors. It doesn’t matter if the boss calls a stripper an independent contractor or if it’s a term she applies to herself.  The reality is that the way strip clubs operate, the strippers working in can only be employees. It’s because management must exercise a certain amount of control over working conditions or else there would be chaos. Some might argue that management creates more disorder with their policies than order. Management need to figure out which dancers are going to work on any given shift; how many shifts there are in a day; how many hours each shift runs; many decide what dancers may wear at work; how many dances she perform on stage, and so on. The reason why strip clubs misclassify strippers as “independent contractors” is to dodge their employer obligations. The irony is that clubs say you’re an independent contractor but actually treat you like an employee.

2. Strip club employers must pay all their workers minimum wage, at a bare minimum.

Strip club employers must also pay into social security, worker’s compensation, employer taxes, & a slew of others good things that workers in any other industry are guaranteed as employees.  Personally, I think that strippers should get paid far more than minimum wages.  After all, not every chick is willing to take her clothes off in front of random strangers & gyrate on their laps to arouse them!  The management like the money strippers make for their business, but they don’t want to pay these women for their labor.  THIS IS ILLEGAL.

3. State labor laws state that it is illegal for an employer (here, the strip club owner) to take any portion of his/her employee’s (here, the stripper) tips.

To add insult to injury, management charge strippers for the privilege to work!You know:  those stage fees, quotas, commissions, piece rate system, locker fees, booking fees, etc, etc…. It’s also illegal for employers to require strippers to tip other employees (DJ, House Mom, Manager, Bartender, etc).  Management minimally pay non-stripper staff and expect strippers to underwrite the remainder of their wages.  Why are these fees-to-work illegal?  Because strippers earn their money through tips that customers provide for them.  Strippers use their tips to pay management these illegal mandatory fees. THIS IS ILLEGAL. Lets review by answering the following questions for yourself.

Were you misclassified as an independent contractor while being employed as a stripper?

Did management fail to pay you minimum wages while you were a stripper?

Did you have to pay management to work while you were employed as a stripper?

If you said “yes” to one or more of these questions, your labor rights were violated. Take action to assert your labor rights!

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In reality I don’t care what people do with their lives, how they spend their money, or who they choose to see naked. I can, however, say that every single person who walks through the door of a strip club (employee or patron) has their own reason for being inside those walls. I mentioned before, my goal was to make money, as much as I could as fast as I could. Now, having a 8-5 job during the day and then working another 8+ hours afterwards as a “part time” sucked, I won’t lie, it made for long days/nights. As well, it was a 42 minute drive for me personally which racks miles up on the vehicle as well as adds just a few more hours each day. Yes, once at work the scenery, in general, was pleasant. The work environment was a bit weird because my involvement with the business of the club were pretty nil. I did, however, meet some very nice people along the way while I worked there, I’ll leave that part right there. Want to know more just read around this blog a little and you’ll see what I mean.

Getting back to how I or what I write about glorifies the occupation of stripping, because, lets face it together, I get accused of never writing about anything but strippers using their nakedness to separate men of all ages from their money in the shortest time possible. What y’all have got from me is the brutal honesty, not the fucking fairytale la la land some people seem to live in. I guess my point is simple, working as a stripper is what it is, it’s a choice someone makes, and often enough people get judged because in someone else’s opinion it was the wrong choice to make. Trust me, I’m 46 years old and still get grief from my mother because I bartended in more than one strip club over the years. “How can you do that to your wife and treat her without respect by working at a strip bar?” is my favorite question to date. My wife only had one dislike about me working there and that was the simple fact that I was getting in after 1 in the morning day after day and I was tired. I was tired and didn’t want to do anything except hang out around the house, I was a big fan of not going anywhere or not doing anything. In the end, it was my wife’s opinion that made me want to quit in the first place. She asked me to quit one time, and I made it happen that day. On the flip side, all joking aside here, she was the one that said I needed to get a part time job to fill some time, make a little money, and get out more. In fact, it was a friend of a friend of a friend of one of her co-workers that my wife gave me the number to call for the job. She was informed, the moment I went to the interview, that it was at a strip club. Her answer was it was decision either way, but told me I knew I could make some serious cash if I took it. Yes, she does not about my past life, not that it was talked about much.

Luckily, at the place I worked, everyone was an employee, we all had health coverage if we chose, we could participate in the 401k, they were workers comp compliant, the whole 9 yards. However, indeed, a portion of my paycheck was dependent on bar sales, door sales, and stripper tips. Yes, now I’m the bad guy. No, it wasn’t my rule, and nobody fought it, it was just the way it was I guess. But, they did not pay to dance, they did not have fees except for one, which was if you were scheduled to work and you were a no show/no call, you were given three days off without pay as a warning to be more courteous to your coworkers. It mentions minimum wage above, um no, how the average stripper was making from $18.00 to $23.00 an hour, plus tips, plus dances, plus whatever the hell else they were doing on the side, if anything. Again, I’m not defending the industry itself, merely where I worked.

Oddly enough, during the mere course of writing this post I have received 4 more emails “scolding” me for being a sinner, supporter of sinning, and indulging in the slavery which we collectively call the “sex trades” since stripping somehow falls into that category. Maybe I truly am blind, somewhat oblivious to the blythe which is that of the life of a stripper. But, wait….. for….. it….., I don’t care, I really don’t, I don’t care what people do which their lives. Well, that’s not altogether true, I do care that I contribute a large amount of my paycheck to pay for others to sit at home on the crack pipe, on the xBox, or on the porch, instead of them getting out and getting a fucking job. We’ll talk about that another time, I read a study recently that the average person on a combination of government service programs average about $19.20 an hour. Like I said, lets get back to that another day. My mere connection with the stripping industry is purely coincidental, meaning we would work in the same building, all of us dependent on the very steady stream of people entering the neon lit establishment we called a strip bar.

But, I understand, the easy thing to do is to judge those doing things we don’t agree with. We should just be happy people are out working instead of sucking on the welfare titty all day. Until we as human beings stop looking at the opposite sex with lust in our eyes there will always be a place where we can see the opposite sex naked. Have y’all been on the internet later, have y’all seen what y’all have been searching for, and y’all call me the pervert?  Again, another post for what people’s perversions are. Your choice, fucking hate me, if that gets you though the day, great, just fucking hate me. Meanwhile, I will give you something to think about, my final thought here today. All strippers have a story, a life, a family, and although you detest their industry or them as people, just remember it takes guts to strip in front of strangers, it takes courage to get out there to earn a living no matter what your craft may be. Before we get all biblical on me, remember, I don’t by into it, so in reality it’s a major waste of both of our times. But, as usual, I will get the emails, the comments, and so forth, and I will post here on this blog the ignorance that is spewed. There is no justice in the world, we all know it, sometimes we decide that instead of running away from life, we jump on that old hag, dig the spurs in deep, and ride her until that bitch throws us or we tame the beast. Your choice.

The Scorpio: Explaining The Secrets

 

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“What everyone should know about a Scorpio”

Symbol: Scorpion

Element: Water

Ruler in the body: Throat

Planetary ruler: Pluto

Day of the week: Tuesday

Colors: Red/Black

Gem: Garnet

Key words: “I desire”

Scorpio Season; Oct 23 – Nov 21

 

~The Scorpio Profile~

Scorpio is the most powerful sign in the zodiac, and it is no wonder Scorpios have a reputation for being mysterious, complex and intense. They are ruled by the planet Pluto, which governs sex, death, transformation, and atomic power. Consider the force that results from splitting an atom, and you will understand the power, will, and intense emotions Scorpios possess. Scorpio seeks to harness desire through will. Consequently, a Scorpio is not fond of weakness in himself, nor in others.

Because the Scorpio feels things so intensely, they appear to be extremely private, and almost secretive. Their reputation for secrecy, however, is born more out of the difficulty the have articulating their emotions than a wish to keep them to themselves. However, when a Scorpio does speak, others should watch out, for they speak the absolute truth, whether it be good or bad. A Scorpio will remain silent rather than water down their opinions with feelings. Had a Scorpio ever revealed a secret to another, he or she had better not reveal him, such a betrayal will never be forgotten. Scorpios rarely get mad, but we do get even.

Scorpio’s key words, “I desire”, reflect the passion that drives this sign, for if Scorpios draw from their considerable arsenal of power, they can, will, and do accomplish great things. Because they have such an incredible drive, they usually invest themselves fully in whatever project, carrer, cause, or person they persue. Because they possess such an incredible endurance, they always stay with whatever or whoever they have committed themselves to until the end, no matter how hopeless the circumstances. Because of this, it is vital that thr Scorpio consider any serious course of action or relationship before getting involved. Managerial and executive positions often answer the scorpio’s inate desire for power and control, it also suits their uncanny ability to understand the motivations of others. Because Scorpios are perfectionists and extremely diligent workers who strive for excellence, they are adept to many proffessions. With their inquisitive minds and their ability to get straight to the heart of any matter, they make fine therapists, researchers, consultants, and detectives.

Although they tend to be loners, Scorpios need to work in a nurturing enviroment. Critical, restrictive surroundings strike the very heart of their greatest fears, rejection. The Scorpio reponds best when given the opportunity to focus on a specific area of responsibility, left alone to do their work, and always shown appreciation. And as you may well know, a pat on the back goes a long way with a Scorpio, who will return the praise ten fold in stellar performance.

As for love and romance, Scorpio has long been typecast as the sexual sign of the zodiacs. Certainly those of us born under the sign are usually very magnetic, have a strong physical presence and penetrating eyes, and are very skilled lovers, paying attention to detail. However, sex alone will never be enough to satify an evolved Scorpio. The Scopio desires unconditional love and will ardently pursue his heart’s desires. Scorpio’s deeply emotional nature causes him to become extremely attatched to loved ones, and this attatchment often manifests itself as jealousy and possessiveness.

Scorpios are capable of profound love and are very committed to a relationship once they choose a partner, but this usually doesn’t occur until later in their lives. Not only are Scorpios capable of tremendous love, they make great workers for a cause, for their passion motivates others to contribute their efforts also. As a Scorpio, we have the capacity to transform not only ourselves and those we love, but society in general when we put our considerable drive to work for the good of others. Charity is another expression of our ability to love on a more spiritual level. Make no mistake about it, the complex Scorpio takes others to the heights and depths of their souls.

Like every astrological sign, Scorpio has positive and negative attributes and the ability to chosse which qualities to express. The typical Scorpio must remember that if he doesn’t act according to his better qualities, others will view him as manipulative, self-serving, and power-hungry. If, however, we must learn to harness our tremendous feelings and healing power in order to better ourselves and in order to be greatly fulfilled. Anyone who knows a Scorpio, knows that he goes through periods of personal upheaval.

The Scorpios compatibility with the other signs is shown easiest by looking at nature for examples. In nature, some elements are more compatible and blend more easily than others, like fire and air, and earth and water, the same holds true in astrology. Therefore, some signs naturally interact more hamoniously than others. The following information describes how Scorpio tends to relate to the other signs. It shows the potential stregths and weaknesses of a relationship between two signs. These are only examples and a broad guideline, in the final analisis, the choices you make are yours.

As a water sign, Scorpio is most compatible with other water signs, Cancer and Pices. The natural rapport of the water signs is due to their many intelectual and emotional simularities. The earth signs Virgo and Cappricorn make very suitable partners for the Scorpio also. Although Taurus is also a earth sign, it is Scorpio’s polar opposite in the zodiac, so the relationship would be a bit more chalenging than one with one of the other earth signs. In nature, “water nourishes earth, and earth gives water form”, and the same holds true in astrology. This is the reason earth and water signs are basically compatible. The fire signs, Aries, Leo, and Sagitarious, represent less suitable candidates for scorpio because of their elemental differences. The fire and water signs are both feeling-oriented, but they express themselves quite differently. Water can dampen fire’s enthusiasm, while fire can prove to be to much for water. Fire and water can form a steamy, combustible combination, but odds are that the relationship will be stormy than serene. The air signs, Gemini, Libra, and Aquarious, are perhaps the least suitable sign for Scorpio because air and water signs are so functionally different. Social, changeable, and prone to flights of fancy, the air signs may be too outgoing and inconsistant for intense and private Scorpio. Scorpio needs a partner who can ultimately smoothe and/or provide a stabilizing influance.

Scorpio has the reputation of being the most intense of all the zodiac signs. An all-or-none quality is accociated with Scorpio and people born under this sign are generally noted for their stregnth of will, perseverence, and powerful emotions. Represented by the scorpion, Scorpio symbolizes hidden dangers, fierce feelings, and life-or-death issues. The scorpion symbolizes the deadly stinger that is latent within the Scorpio and the indomitable spirit that conquers all obstacles and admits no barriers. Traditionally, there is nor loyal friend, nor more deadly an enemy, than a Scorpio.

Scorpios are known as determined and tenatious (or relentless), as powerful (or control freaks), as circumspect (or secretive), as fascinated by the hidden, the taboo, and the forbidden in life. Not content with surface appearance or superficial answers, Scorpios have a deep need to probe, to uncover the underlying motivations, and to research fundamental principles. Scorpios love to learn your inner most secrets, and it may often feel as though they can learn just by glancing at you. Don’t expect the sharing of your secrets to be reciprocated, however, Scorpios will closely guard their own. While you may dissatisfied with the one sidedness of this deal, you can rest assured that the secrets you confide to a Scorpio will be kept just that, secrets. There are other types of secrets in the universe beside the aforementioned personal and professional kinds, and the Scorpio strives to learn those, also. The after-life, the sub-consious, and the true purpose of life are far more elusive secrets that Scorpios often spend their lives seeking to gain even the slightest bit of knowledge about. The idea of finding out something no other human being is supposed to know in this life is quite inticing to the spiritual Scorpio mind.

A guiding drive for the Scorpio is self mastery, to learn about and control one’s own psyche. This is done partly through relationships; people form a mirror for our own own issues and processes. It is also done partly through exposing one’s self to temptation and then rising above it. Mastering addictions and achieving self-control is a very common Scorpio quest. The skill of a really good psycho-therapist is the capacity to transform negatives into positives and liabilities into assets, and the Scorpio can do that in many differnt frameworks. They have the psychological courage to face what would terify many people and to find a way to transmute that horror into something constructive or a learning experience.

Scorpio reaches his highest potential as an individual who is constantly examining himself, striving to become more aware and to transform negative habits into possitive characteristics. Such people view all blockages as challenges and the Scorpio is the ultimate survivor. They will survive, no matter what it takes. Their loyalty is un-shakable and their depth of feeling is sometime frightening to others. Scorpios are people who will have a profound impact upon you, upon the world, and upon their own psyches. They are catalysts and transformers. The highest form of Scorpio is the Avatar, the evolved soul who is an exemplar to all of us for the best that humanity can become.

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Is Your Life Fate, Destiny, Or Choice?

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Your life is a maze, your life is full of choices, do you leave those decisions to fate, will the wrong choice be your destiny? There are as many answers to the many questions in life as there are individual people on this planet. I don’t think I have ever heard the same answer twice, maybe close, maybe a variation, but never the same answer twice. Have you ever wondered why? What is our fascination, as humans, to need answers to questions. We ask other humans but those other humans are no different than us and are seeking answers of their own. Is it just a vicious little circle? Is there a true meaning to life and why we are here? Here at The Sting Of The Scorpion, as well as in my actual daily life, I tend to stay away from conversations regarding spiritually, afterlife, and the purpose of us being on this planet. Why? Mostly because my opinions vary from Joe Public and they are things that can only be spoken of in theory. I had my bluff called by my children over the weekend, they had questions about two specific times I walked away from death, and they wanted to know some answers. I have spoke here about two times in my life which I, statistically, should have died, but instead cheated death, both times successfully. These two times, coincidentally, do not give me personal pleasure to talk about either, but since I have these thoughts fresh in my skull I figured I would try to put them into a post.

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Both instances, both incidents, both brushes with death are very, very long stories, so for the purpose of demonstrating the recent conversation I will condense them and just assume you can fill in the blanks. Both if these occurrences are very true and really happened to me. With that in mind let’s take this journey back in time now. When I was 15 it was time to get my Experimental Aircraft Pilots License because I had been leading, training, and preparing for a very long time. The date was set, the planning was complete, and everyone was in place. Amongst family and friends there were also people from the local newspaper and local television station because locally this was a big deal in the little farming community of Tea, South Dakota. When it was my turn I taxied out, did a final check of my Ultralight, pushed the throttle, and moments later I was airborne setting up for my demonstration of skills. After I had completed my designated moves it was time to bank around to line up for my final approach to begin my decent to land. At 426.3 ft in the air I hit a crosswind shear which stalled my engine which left me doing a nose down unpowered decent towards the ground, meaning I was falling from the sky like a rock falling back to the Earth. I remember the impact and the pain. 10 1/2 weeks later I woke up from the deep sleep I was in, confused, and surrounded by family.

I didn’t know why I was in a hospital room or why I was in so much pain. I was scared because I wasn’t aware what everyone else already knew. Later in the day the room was cleared of everyone except a doctor and my dad. Together they explained the journey I had been on for the previous 2 1/2 months. The impact of the accident caused 32 broken bones, one punctured lung, and my jaw being broken badly enough it had to be wired back together. When I arrived at the hospital in the backseat of my dad’s Volkswagen Thing I was pronounced dead due to heart failure and blood loss. After hours and hours of surgery I was stabilized but remained in a coma holding onto what was still my life. I was visited by a catholic priest later that day, since I had been baptized catholic as a very young boy, and the priest prayed with me while he explained it was not my time to die. To this day I don’t understand that conversation completely or what I was meant to do with the information.

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The other time I was 26, while serving in the United States Air Force stationed at Holloman AFB, New Mexico. When I was younger I was a serious adrenaline junkie, I had a passion for going fast, for living life by the seat of my shorts. So much so that I had to buy a Kawasaki Ninja ZZ-R1100 because, at the time, it was one of the only street legal bikes that boasts speeds of up to 175 mph as a stock bike. I got the bike used from a fellow airman who needed to sell it because he was getting stationed in Alaska and he didn’t think he would have the opportunities to ride it any longer. I had other bikes before and after her but this black beast actually was and always will be my favorite. This bike screamed speed and danger which allowed me to take both her and I to our physical limits. I had a part time job in Las Cruces, 68 miles away from my house, under normal driving conditions and speed one can make the trip in just under an hour. I could make it in under 30 minutes on this bike and used to do it regularly in 40 minutes. One summer night, the skies were clear, the moon was bright, and I was running very late getting to my part time job. It takes a moment to get dressed and leave no skin exposed in preparations for riding this bike. After zipping the last zipper I kissed my daughter and (now ex) wife goodnight before tearing ass into the night. There was little traffic on US-70 that night which is the excuse I used to see if my bike really could get to 170 mph and maintain that speed. But, as it stands, I will never know personally because while passing 3 18 wheelers at over 150 mph the bike lost traction, my bike and I were sucked under the trailer and spit out on the other side, resulting in me laying the bike down in a 100+ yard slide into and through the desert. When the dirt settled I stood up, checked my self out, and discovered I was in one piece, more than I can say about my bike.

This was a time before cell phones so I walked back to the highway and started walking back home. Lucky for me an older gentleman picked me up and drove me to the front gate of the base. It was a short walk to my house from there. I woke the wife up to explain and then called my best friend so he could go with me to scoop up the remains of my bike. To say it was trashed would be an injustice to the damage and reminded me what a lucky sonofabitch I really was since that crash should have killed me. Following the scrape from the highway through the desert we saw I went under a barbed wire fence and missed two giant rocks by mere inches. In fact, the lens on my helmet was smashed by the last rock which actually put the final stop for us. We loaded up the parts we found into the back of my truck and drove back to my house on base. It sat in my garage in a twisted heap for roughly six months when I had sold it as is to another speed enthusiast. I vowed then I would never own another invitation to death. A few years ago, much older, in my forties, I bought a Honda Goldwing, a touring bike, so I could get out and enjoy the open air once again. But nowadays, my only risk taking is driving into Houston.

After everything, I still ask if is fate, destiny, or the choices we make daily which allows us to cheat death just one more time. As I sit here I consider myself to be lucky because I have done some stupid shit in my life, hell I used to build explosives for a living, yet I am here today, a survivor of my own mistakes. The maze was found with a Google search, the picture of the tractor is of the remnants of the airstrip I crashed on taken this past March, and that is an actual picture of US-70 taken on a trip in late summer in 2009.

 

Why So Serious All The Time?

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Recently I received an e-mail which asked “How can you continuously besmirch our Lord the savior Jesus Christ?” and that wasn’t all she asked. She asked allot of questions about why I hate everyone and everything. I don’t think I have been asked such specific questions so I wanted to share so I could explore out-loud what I am thinking. Usually I get asked “why?” allot or I get told, in simple terms, “to go to hell” for the most part. People are so judgemental of what others have to say. Granted, I do write about a few sensitive subjects on occasion, like race, adoption, smoking and cooking, sheeple, fucktards, religion, atheists, Christians and Christianity, Jesus and God, the Devil, strippers, alcohol and drinking, disabilities, and so forth, so pick something from “A” to “Z” and I have probably written about it.. I don’t expect everyone or anyone to share in on my personal opinion, if you do then you do and if you don’t then so be it, no hard feelings either way on my part. The only qualifications I have to have my opinions is the simple fact that I’m a human being sharing this planet with many others so I get to see allot from my point of view. So, back to why I’m writing this post.

“How can you continuously besmirch our Lord the savior Jesus Christ?” That’s an accusation and a question all rolled up in one. To be honest, besmirch was a new word to me, not one previously in my limited redneck vocabulary, so I had to look it up to see what it means. Here’s what I found. the definition of besmirch (biˈsmərCH): to damage the reputation of (someone or something) in the opinion of others or to make dirty; to soil. Now the term continuously: uninterrupted in time, sequence, substance, or extent. Now, I’ve looked back in review, over the general contents included in my blog. Guess what I found. Nothing, in my opinion, that would suggest a continuous or even a partial besmirching of anything, in fact there isn’t one single thing that has space on my blog that gets continuous commitment. Now, if you want to talk about what I have had to say about the freaks in The Westboro Baptist Church that’s a different story, I mean, come on, is it normal for a group of people claiming to be Christians doing God’s work to have their website address as “godhatesfags”. Perhaps I’m the only person on the planet that doesn’t think that’s normal. Now, if that is Christian bashing then some of y’all need to check to make sure you are praying to the right idol. So, I’m at a loss with the concerns that I’m besmirching Jesus Christ anywhere ever here on my blog or in person. Just because I don’t believe in God or Jesus doesn’t mean I hate them or that I wish to damage their reputation. When I talk about Christianity in general it is because the “news” is on the radio, the papers, on the internet somewhere, and occasionally the information comes home from church with my wife. Still doesn’t make me a Christian hater. A better description would be a person who chose not to be sucked into Christian conformity.

So, what am I trying to get at here? Not sure, but I hope to have that figured out before we are done here. All I know is that I am a human being just trying to live my life the best way I know how. That’s all I have to offer, no more, no less. I return now with fresh thoughts after an extended lunch hour. I suppose I understand the judgemental nature of the human animal, we tend to judge and assume what we don’t know simply because we have never learned to do it any other way. Meaning? People tend to pick one point and focus on it with such fury that they become blinded by everything else, like the truth for example. I’m comfortable with myself within my own skin, with my thoughts, my actions, my life, and what I write about right here. I don’t hate anyone that I know of, with the exception of my ex-wife who is the queen of evil cunts. Other than my personal thoughts about her, I have no problems with people. I do, however, reserve the right to have an opinion or three about daily observations that I witness on a day-to-day basis. It’s just that damn simple. If, for whatever reason, you or someone you know, falls into the subject, topic, or category I happen to be discussing and you feel it’s like I’m pouring salt into your open wound then that is all on you because all I am doing is talking, I didn’t make what I’m talking a part of your life, you did. So, there you have it. Did it answer all of your questions? I hope not because I wasn’t trying to answer anyone’s questions. Look, I’m just here doing my thing, just living my life, and trying not to be so serious all the time. You should try it sometimes, it’s nice.