Sorry if I aint favin'. FA is running too slow at the moment, but I'll begin faving when things speed up a bit.

Now that is a game I can envision occupying a lot of time at large furrycons...
Anyone here ever hear of it?

So as many of you know since the Camaro is "done" (When are they ever really done?) I am working on building a 1956 Chevy Belair for my mom. Thing is, chrome for it tends to be quite expensive. Got some in today, though! Today a pair of original taillights (not reproduction) arrived. There is some blistering on the driver's side taillight but it's in far better shape than what is on the car now, and the passenger side has very little blistering at all! Reproductions are usually between $400 and $500 a pair, I got these for $20. So I'm gonna spread the love. I'm going to take the old tallights, even as bad as they are, and put them up for sale on Ebay cheap. Maybe someone who has a plating system or has a place that can do it cheap will want them.

Also, I can't leave shouts, so I can't thank for the watches and faves and such. So, THANKS! Not sure why it isn't working for me, I can comment on submissions and journals, just not on shouts.

Talk about a shitty situation. Doesn't involve me... yet...
So my niece has this deadbeat boyfriend, married by common law. They have a baby together just turned 1. Turns out he was cheating on her, and doesn't feel the least bit bad about it. He says he still wants her, but not enough to give up on the other chick. He's slowly been taking my nieces car away. Any time she intends to go out and is leaving the baby either with him or my sister he insists she drops her car off at his apartment. Today he also took her cell phone away saying he wasn't going to pay for it. It's all in his name so he thinks it's all within his right to just get stuff for the baby and leave her to be in whatever situation she's in. Not really true, but SHE needs to take action. She's trying to take this whole "I can get on without him! I'll get a job and do it all myself!"
Too many women fought to have these laws put into place, she needs to take advantage of those laws. Make him pay child support, they're common law marrried, but still married. He owes her.
It's taking every fiber of my being not to turn his shitty little Subaru into a rolling molotov cocktail. (He'd just wind up being given a new car anyway)
I want to break him in half... wipe my ass with one half... then wipe the ass of a deseased horse with the other half... then stitch him all back together and beat on him until he resembles strawberry paste.
I worked with the guy at City MArket for many years. I nearly beat his ass down when he kept shining a laser in my eye from the video department before they tore it out. I have a permanant blind spot (just a very tiny spot. I don't even notice it until I'm reminded of it for some reason)
I hope she's getting an attorney and going to do everything she can to get as much as she can from him. In Colorado if he doesn't pay child support they will take his license away. What I worry about is him deciding to try and take the kid.

Got a new pic coming. It's already done, but it's a collab between a couple friends that includes one of my characters (and a BIG thanks to them for saying it's cool to show off)
So be on the watch!

That'd be me. Ever have one of those days?
I was doing an oil change on my Pontiac since it was 62 degrees outside here... (Fucking Colorado weather) and was going to get the Camaro out for a bit so while I was waiting for the oil in the Pontiac to drain I grabbed a trash can that's been sitting out since we moved in. Who knows what was in it, but it was friggin heavy. Turned out that it was full of water and the sun made it really brittle. So as I hoist it into the trash bin the handles broke and it crashed down (RIGHT on my bad foot) and then promptly shattered into pieces emptying the chemicals and stagnant water, rotted dead mouse and all, all down my leg and all over my "everyday shoes". It smelled like puke, I mean a LOT of puke. Like, literally no joke, 35 gallons of puke. Even after washing the pants and the shoes they STILL smell like someone puked on them.
Ew.

One of my pet peeves about both boxing and religion is when a fighter wins and is being interviewed after the fight he starts going on about how "I'd like to thank God, and Jesus Christ for giving me the strength to win tonight."
And yeah, postings of someone's art has spawned this little train of thought. Now, don't get me wrong, it just gave me the thought. It's good that he's getting into the boxing art thing because I think he'll put a good foot forward and post good wholesome art despite my opinion of his personality and character. It just brought out this little thing I can't STAND...
The whole victory through God's power. How arrogant can someone be to think that in a contest like a boxing match God will say "You will win and you will lose.". I mean, they might as well stand there during the interview and say "You see, he's not a good person and God does not love him, at least not as much as he loves me. I am a church going boy and I am in God's good graces. Thus I win."
You don't hear race car drivers say that. "I would like to thank God for giving my car more horsepower than the other cars."...
...
okay so you do... but doesn't it sound rediculous either way?
If I were the one giving the interview, the INSTANT they say they thank God for giving them the strength to win... "Oh? God helped you?"
"Oh yes, yes he did."
"Oh, well then you're disqualified. Outside interference. This is sport, you display your conditioning and skill. Not how good of a church goer you are."
Anyone else hate that? There's a good way to put it. Some thank God and Jesus for what they do for mankind. I can dig that. Thank them for what they have given us. Don't thank them for giving them more power over someone else, because a good God wouldn't do that. You win you earn your own win. Daddy doesn't go into the ring and beats an opponent for his son, right?
Now, again... I aint anti Christian. In fact all my personal friends who are Christian are HUMAN. I mean, in a sense that they sing, they dance, they party, they cruise, they hot rod, they drink, they fight, they're just like the rest of us. They do not get preachy and judgemental and unlike the other guy I speak of do not turn all smug and self righteous like some convoluted yuppie who drives a Prius because they want the world to think they're trying to save the environment. I mean the whole argument i had with the kid was along the lines of me growling out and cursing out my argument and him virtually saying "I go to church I win."
"You don't know anything about hell. Yer still wet behind the ears and lead a rather sheltered life."
"Nope. I go to church and a preacher tells me I am going to heaven so I win."
"You never seen evil in yer life, kid. Bad, mebbe, but you aint seen EVIL. You think you can tell heaven from hell? Seems ta me ya aint no expert unless ya learn both sides of the coin."
"Nope. Bible. I win."
Maybe that isn't how he intended to appear... but that's sure how it felt. That annoying feeling that the person on the other side of the argument is sitting there nose in the air smirking like some prick with a new BMW or common douchebag who got a new I-phone and rubs the aps he has in your face. I really hope he gets the same thing I did. Let him get his feet dipped into the pits of hell a little bit. Let him feel the pain and the burn. Only then will he be able to understand. It's easy to point an inexperienced finger at someone and proclaim inferiority until you walked a mile in their shoes. Take away a man's shelter and he'll appreciate a modest house once again so much more richly. I'm not worried that he wont survive a little dip in the pools of hell. Afterall, god loves him and wont expect him to have to pull himself out of the flames... right?
Now I might not be very active online for a few days. IT depends on how much PAIN I AM IN TORROW! I biffed it at work. My own fault, wet floor and I slipped and my right hand was in a fist... going down I drove my fist into the tile floor with all my 270 pounds so... I'm a little SORE. But it was funny as HELL! Usually I'd get up and be all pissed and break something nearby but... what else could I do but peek around to see if anyone was laughing... and then laugh my ass off myself?
So yeah. ow. Need a couple days to rest this sore mitt. It's even the one that hurts from mousing around too much and playing too many games.

Now, there are a few types of people I REALLY enjoy getting nasty with. But church folk isn't one of them. I strongly support people finding religion because it's one thing that gives people guidelines and goals and can make people happy. Even if it isn't my religion if it brings people comfort and helps them do good things then I support it.
But...
Some people push it and that's what happened here. I'm asleep, I have been having nightmares and not resting well. So they ring the doorbell. Mom is upstairs figuring it's the UPS guy and doesn't come downstairs because with her paralasys it's not worth the risk. They ring again. And again. And again. Finally she goes down and gets the door and it's a couple church guys with fliers. She politely tells them that she didn't answer the door because she's disabled, she's hurting, and it's not polite to sit and continuously ringing the doorbell.
"Oh, well, since we have you here..."
Then I get involved. Right out of bed, hearing the talk outside, and being rather crabby I go about my business. Many people do things quietly and gently. But that aint my way. My way is LOUD and NASTY! When they don't shove off I begin to get personal.
"First off, I'm Indian and I don't like people coming around bugging me trying to get me to change my beliefs! You and your kind hunted us to damn near extinction because we didn't take your Bible seriously enough. It didn't matter that we tried to meet you half way. It didn't matter when we began to show how much in common we have. We have ten commandments too, and they have a lot in common with YOURS! And has it ever occurred to you assholes that God created such a diverse population here for a reason? We all share the same goals, fight off bad and evil, right? We just do it in our own different ways. Christians, Catholics, Jews, Indians, you name it. Ever consider we're all like the armed forces of the spiritual world and that MAYBE by pushing so hard you're going AGAINST God's will? Now get lost before I getcha lost! Or do you want me to go down to your church and talk to whoever is in charge there because I wont be so friendly!"

It made me think about another churchy type I turned my back on about a year ago. He got on my case about my attitude, my anger, because he thought I was picking on his little buddy. HIs little buddy is a close friend to one of those foxy boxers I dislike so much. So he and I argued about how I was acting towards the little spud and he began getting preachy. Telling me how I didn't WANT to see what hell was like.
"Shit... I looked into the pits of hell and it spit in my eye. What business do you have preaching about hell to me when you havent seen any yourself."
The more he pushed, the more I pushed, and the more I pushed the more self righteous and proud he got. Ever watch "Gran Turino"? You know that preacher kid? Smug, standing tall with his nose in the air all holier than thou. He KNOWS I'm not Christian, it isn't my beliefs. Pride... one of his seven deadly sins. Humble before God but putting himself higher than those who disagree with him. He used one of my own phrases against me. "If you see someone doing something bad don't sit back and let it happen. DO SOMETHING!" and because I was picking on his friend who was feeling picked on bcause I was pickin' on his pookie THAT was when he decided to take action.
"Shit... where were you when I needed a friend? When I was crashin' and burnin'?"
"Sorry I wasn't there for you as a friend. (I never held it against him until this point)" and when it came to debating sins and the sins of these people vs my own sins he kept throwing the phrase out "Love the sinner, hate the sin."
Nice passive stance there, Ghandi. My way is "Love the sinner, FIGHT the sin." Not to sit there and let someone sin. Love the sinner... hate the fraggin' sin. Might as well say "Well, I know you murdered children after raping them, robbed banks and stole money from hard working people, throw your trash out the window, use too much foul language, and aren't a good Christian but... I love you!"
Yeah... that will change things. Nobody will be hurt by that guy from now on because ALL the bad people of the world shed a tear and change when told "I love you". Sometimes people need a kick in the ASS to get knocked in line. Sometimes an asskickin' is what a person NEEDS to BE saved.
I'm becoming rather jaded with this whole religion thing. I got my own beliefs. Anyone doesn't like 'em has a choice. Either accept it... or get the fuck out of my way.
Mr. Angry has spoken...er... ranted.

This is Colorado... where is my fucking WINTER?? It's 50 degrees outside right now.

Ya know how I been pissing and moaning about how I've been hurtin' more than usual? Something hit me today and it's a not good thing.
I am taking a med called Neurontin. It has a lot of uses, it helps inhibit siezures and has a good anti depressant bit, and for ME it's nerve pain and helps my mind settle to sleep.
Thing is, I'm hurtin' now and I'm on nerve pain inhibitors on such a level that I gotta go in periodically for liver and kidney functions. I'm 35 and wondering what the next 35 years are gonna feel like.
Then that gives in to more thoughts. Like... what is it that's gonna do me in? Liver failure? Cancer? Even if it's old age what PART of old age? Stroke? Or just a system shut down as one thing fails after another and another until everything else just collapses under the strain.
Now... I aint crippled at the moment. Most of it is gonna be treatable with physical therapy. I just wonder... how much LIFE is left in me sometimes. There's being a living thing... and then there's being alive. How much time do I have being alive before I become just a living thing?
Ever wonder that for yourself?

So, I know a lotta you arteests spend a lot of time on the internet. My right index finger has been getting rather problematic. It hurts right at the knuckle and the middle joint. Anyone have that problem and what do you do about it?

Sorry, hadda get that outta my system.
I noticed the bunny hasn't been posting lately. YAY!
One of the other rivals I have here I have been checking out the submissions and I found something that surprised me. Most of his deviations don't do any better than most of mine. Now, his primary pics have tens of thousands of views but hey, it's porn. He takes the easy way out with his collection.
His most popular pic, Stag Party at Sharky's REDUX (apparently adding redux makes something more special) is hideously imperfect. Places there should be blood there IS no blood. Blood moves, it doesn't stay put. It is a liquid and thus it flows and smears and smudges. Wouldn't you think there'd be some on the opponent's glove? Perhaps on the bleeder's chest? Apparently not, if you look at the pic. What about sweat? Plenty ON the characters... but... they're both taking hits and no sweat bursting from their heads? None dripping from their limbs? Again, the physics of fluid is completely ignored which really detracts considering the (rather sad) effort at making the pic look real. Virtually impossible proportions, lack of thought into the physics, even the actual poses were not original. The guy who commissioned it did NOTHING more than show the original Stag Party at Sharky's painting from (I think) the 1920s and said "Now... do it with naked CHICKS! And make it look real, not that... you know... painting." and it really shows that not a lot of thought was put into the design and the realism is marred completely by the total lack of consideration beyond the ambient environment.
Then there's the next pic... snuff art. Nuff said. A new kind of sick, getting sexual jollies off of people killing each other. Before long it will turn into necrophilia. It borderline is anyway. People are supposed to be primarily attracted to the victor, but a lot of effort is put into making the loser who is NOW DEAD every bit as attractive and thus people... probably including the commissioner of the art... interested sexually in the corpse. Like... EW dude! Seriously? This brings a whole new meaning to "LOWEST common denominator."
I may not get the hits and faves, because my art is clean. But I have the integrity, the respect and the love of character he does not. I admit, I am a bit jealous that his stuff gets so much attention. But you'll never see me post that sort of shit.
Anyone else (Who knows who I talk about) notice how he throws the word "Masterpiece" too easily? IT'S A MAAAAAAASTERPIECE! He has some literary achievements for sure, he's told me. But hasn't he been told that using the same word over and over and over again makes it lose it's meaning? he called EVERYTHING a masterpiece. He wakes up and looks at the pictures in the hall "WHOA! A MASTERPIECE! WHOA! ANOTHER MASTERPIECE!" goes into the bathroom and sees the hairball in the drain "A MASTERPIECE!" then drops his drawers and proclaims himself a masterpiece.
Here's what I fuckin' mean. When fuckin' someone uses the fucking word over and fuckin over a-fuckin-gain it fucking begins to fuckin lose it's fuckin meaning. It's fuckin' rudimentary fuckin literature. Know what I fuckin mean? Too much fuckin fuckin is fuckin fuckin up the fuckin meaning of the fuckin word fuckin'. Fuckin' A!, fuckin get the fuckin drift ya fuckin fuck? GO fuck off. Fuckyfucky (Okay, fuckyfucky is just fuckin fun to fuckin say)
Anyway, I'm going to put in a fuckin game and fucking kill some fuckin things. If I pissed anyone off then fuckin take yourself and fuck it.

Okay, now I'm sad. Was one of THOSE days.
So I'm sitting in the parking lot in my car letting it warm up. I saw a guy knock his wife/girlfriend or whoever on her ass and speeding off. She was crying, unhurt but still upset.
I do NOT tolerate it when a gy beats his wife or girlfriend. That's one hell of a good way to get my worst side out. But... what do you do? Nothing would ease the hostility more than pounding on the guy's head until he will have to spend the next week looking himself in the mirror remembering what it feels like to be on the recieving end. But... you know that isn't the best way to go. He'd just wind up taking it out on her later if I bitch slapped him into submission. Can't call the cops because they'll be home fighting by time the cops get there, and a citizen's arrest would just end in him taking it out on her. The only way that I can figure it would work is by beating his ass, throwing him in the trunk, dangling him over a working hamburger grinder and slowly lower him in enough to get an up close look at the screw before reciting his name and address and proclaiming that if he ever puts hands on her again I'll finish the job...
but that wouldn't be legal. FUN... but illegal.

Then a co worker's friend passes away. His friend had a bad seizure and went brain dead and they pulled the plug this evening. Late teens, early 20s... and to see a friend react to such news isn't easy.

Then on the way home thinking about things I was cruising 120th on the way home. 120th is a stretch of road that has a lot of wrecks, and thus you see a lot of roadside markers where someone lost a loved one, and a lot of signs that the city puts up with the name of someone who died there because of a drunk driver. One little roadside shrine was illuminated with christmas lights and a wreath around her photo. The photo has been there for a very long time, but to know someone still misses them that much to keep coming back to decorate it for a holiday is saddening.

Anyone remember Christy Martin? She was the one that brought all that sudden attention in her fight against Diedre Gogarty and upstaged Mike Tyson in a long, brutal, and hearty fight. She spent years on about every pay per view and cable boxing event. She was on the cover of Sports Illustrated.
Well... her husband (who is also her trainer) stabbed and shot her and she's in the hospital.

http://www.womenboxing.com/NEWS2010.....hristyshot.htm

Anyway... WAYYY behind on cooking and a gout flare up is slowing me down... got pies to make, hams to glaze, desserts to dessert and beans to pork.

But they can be fun for cheap entertainment.
So today I realized I was short some walnuts, so I ran to the store to get another bag and on the way out you have the guy ringing the bell for donations and he's wishing everyone a happy thanksgiving. One person just says "FUCK you!"
SO I had a "Bobcat Goldthwait" moment. I haven't shaved all week, I'm wearing my thick leather Harley Davidson vest with my bear and wolf pins, under it a jean jacket. My six and a half foot tall and 265 pound fram I LEAP in front of the asshole arms wide open like I'm either goin to hug them to death or hump an SUV... "HAPPY THANKSGIVING MOTHERFUCKER!" at the top of my lungs and all my hair in my face.
They ran.
So I give a polite thank you and happy Thanksgiving to the guy with the bell who thought that was the greatest thing he'd seen in a long time.
I rushed home in case someone called the cops.

Got my Youtube entry posted! I was wrong about needing the IFO files, I needed to do the BUP files which were easy to do. I used Windows Movie Maker which actually also can upload it FOR you.

Also, on my last journal I am SO amazed people didn't take advantage of all the straight lines I gave! All those obscure sexual innuendos.
SO for the video... here we go.
We all know... very well... that I am against this foxy boxing crap. I hate it, it's immoral and the athletes don't like it. These foxy and erotic fighting nutjobs have told me everything from "It doesn't hurt anything!" to "I know women like to be seen like this." and I have always been the BAD GUY because I tell them that, hey, it's not true. Female boxers 11 times out of 10 want to be taken seriously as athletes, that it holds them back in their sport because they're side shows.
BUT...
I'm not the only one to speak out about it... and this one was on TV. The fighters in question don't seem to have a problem with me posting this short clip.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JWSnQvODc1k
There it is, national television. There is more but I didn't want to post too much. Plus... I haven't figured out on Windows Movie Maker how to do more yet... this is just sort of what came out.
So when one of those foxy boxing tards comes to me this is what I'll show them. "The sport you claim to love and charish so much... DOES NOT WANT YOU! GO AWAY YOU FREAKISH PERVERT... and take your loin cloth with you!"

And for all my car friends... turn up your sound systems and hear THE ROAR of a mouse!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_6DAALqhQUg

As in I was covered in it most of the day. My daring need to renvoate my bathroom in one day... didn't even get started. But for good reason.
The point was to install a bath tub. A hot shower helps a sore back, but nothing like soaking in a hot bath.
Anyway, problem is the foundation is concrete and the drain is dead center. So my plan was to build a good and heavy frame and raise the bath tub enough to put a drain in under the tub. But when we got the grille off of the drain in the floor we learned that it is the entry point for access to the drain system. (I know you're thinking "No shit")
But if you have to call roto rooter or something that's where they stick their snake, in the hole. There's a plug you have to remove because the turn for the drain is too sharp for the snake, so pulling that plug gives you a more direct route. Blocking that means we break the building code and that is bad.
So we aborted that mission for now. Also we tested how well the drain system will handle the VALUME of water a draining bath tub would have we found it wouldn't cut it. Too late to call Roto Rooter and no snakes for rent. I needed to stick SOMETHING in the hole... so I got my hose out and jammed it in there. Eventually I found a BIG blockage and broke it with the hose and everything ran nice and free, and we were all happy! Alas a huge mess was made ALL over me and I can't get the stains out and I'm rather sticky and smelly...
But everything is back together again, and the bathroom is cleaner than ever! So I feel pretty good.

Remember how bummed I was when I couldn't use that wicked ram air setup I made for my 1969 Camaro? http://hotrod-302.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d2n178k
I'm gonna try something new. Still can't use the finned aluminum with it, unless I can figure something out when test fitting the new setup. It's a more traditional looking old gasser setup. It's an enclosed 14 inch air filter with a pair of inlets. I'll at least be able to get the cool air into the engine. Then I just gotta sort out the lean condition I have at an idle.
If your computer has a good sound setup this is a pretty decent video. I leaned it out and the throttle response is better now. A bit more refined and a bit cleaner. If the new air filter deal clears the hood I'll get some pics!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_6DAALqhQUg

Okay, I have converted some old VHS recordings I had to DVD and wanna put one of the chapters on Youtube. It's an interview I'd like to be able to share... but it keeps saying it failed at processing or something. I tried to save it to my desktop and when I click the chapter to upload it's done instantly and then says "processing".
So, any tips?

A few years ago I went to Columbus Georgia and my flight home was delayed because of "Frozen fog". Wouldn't that be like... trying to walk through a Slushie? I didn't buy it, it wasn't even that cold out. They maintained that "It brings down airplanes! It makes the planes so heavy with ice they can't fly!"
Yeah, whatever. I think they can come up with a better term... like... high altitude icing.
Anyway, that's not what this is about. What this is about is... here in Colorado we had a sudden drop in temperature from being I think... in the 40s to now low 20s and we have a thick, soupy, COOL fog. And much like what happens in places like Minnesota it's freezing on everything, even the street outside the house here has a thin layer of ice, the cars a thicker layer. It's really cool! Spooky... like Silent Hill or Alan Wake... makes me wanna get a lead pipe and go around whacking anything that moves while listening to static on a radio!

Also coined a new phrase at work today. A co-worker said "I like to laugh at work, keep it up beat and positive, you know?"
Without missing a beat "You can keep it positive all you want. I'd rather keep it REAL!"
And we all laughed out asses off!

Got Smackdown vs Raw 2011 and have always been a fan of the series. Completed it last night and... I think the game is designed to be unbeatable. Not in the World of Warcraft sort of way. You design your character, and begin your road to Wrestlemania. I'm pretty good at this game, no world class champ, but I'm pretty derned good. The whole point is to end Undertaker's undefeated streak at Wrestlemania and... I think they made it impossible to beat him. Now I only tried a couple times but it's incredibly difficult to counter Undertaker's moves and he EASILY counters all of yours. Then you gotta take on his minions after he pastes your keister through the floor. THEY are the same thing, and there's 4 of them, and ultimately they turn you into one of them.
Truth be told... I'm kinda pissed. I put a lot of effort into creating the best depiction of myself ever (though in better shape)
crapola. That bites.

I think anyone who writes or draws would experience a lot of good by spending a stay in the funny farm.
"the guy in the next cell keeps humping the bed post caling it jim. then he cries about how bad hde feels about cheating on jill the lamp in the common area. Its okay because the makeup sex is great!"

So... since Limewire is down for the count anyone else know a good place to get music downloads? Rhapsody is $9 a month, I'd prefer something less. Any ideas? Napster perhaps?

So it seems another artist I admired has gone to "The Dark Side."
Many here don't know, but there's a guy on DeviantArt, Drewhammond, who specializes in erotic combat art, including SNUFF ART, yeah, getting sexual jollies off of two hot women KILLING one another. Much of his art I KNOW came from small illustrated novels. I used to be into that shit, so I HAD a couple of them. I believe a lot of that art is stolen. Naturally, you, me... about ALL of us would be held accountable. We have to be able to prove we own the piece, we have PERMISSION to post it.
So I noticed he'd be posting pics by an artist that I was proud to hae commissioned a couple times, and hoped to commission him again since his art style grew so much. But he sold out his principles to support erotic combat, to help a guy who doesn't seem to have had a hand in creating ANY of the art he posts. I would have figured Richard would have had better class and more integrity than that. He hasn't responded to my question "Did you really give him permission to post your art?" but he has been faving, and doesn't comment to anyone. So, very sadly, I pull his art. My characters will have no association to people like that. His art goes into "The Closet of Shame" with Glassjaw Boxer's work.
I have nothing against adult art or porn. But certain things should not be made into a sexual specticle.
Should Richard ever come out and say "I did NOT give him permission" I'll repost the pics.
Now... I'm going to go have a drink or two.

Lengthy rant...
I hate the holidays.
Remember when holidays were special? When they were important to us. Like Veterains Day. I remember when places were closed on Veterains Day because it was important to take time to think, remember, and thank. Is it me, or is it just about gone to "Just another day with a name" now? All I hear about it is on the radio. They say "To all our veterains, thank you."
That's it? Is that the best we can do? I am HERE because of a veterain. Without him and his sacrifice I wouldn't be here.
Like these sphincter suckers who go and protest at funerals of our soldiers. It's more than a funeral for a soldier, it's also for their families and friends. If those assholes can't leave them in peace at least do it for ttheir families. Nobody likes war... but as long as there are two people alive in the world there WILL be conflict. Remember the Screaming Eagles? For those who don't know, they're a biker club made mostly of veterains. They made it a point to attend funerals of our soldiers and if there were protesters they'd push the protesters back and uncork their motorcycles to drown out their chants. So I say if you see protestors at a military funeral... get in your Camaros and your Mustangs and your Mopars, even your Hondas and Mitsubishis and tuners and drown out those dirtbag protestors and their lop sided ideals! Smoke 'em out by burning rubber. Give that soldier the 1000 horsepower salute! They fought for us, they deserve us fighting for them to be honored properly. THAT is THE VERY least thing we can do!
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Then there's Christmas and Thanksgiving. All that phony music, all that crap about it being the most wonderful time of the year and everyone being all happy. Anyone who says it's the jolly time of year hasn't ever worked in any kind of customer service based job. Behind the counter we see things differnt. We don't see people happily preparing for the holiday season. What I see are angry miserable people. THey're broke because of the bad economy, they're under peer pressure to compete with their friends in "Who gives the best Christmas" and trying to hunt down the latest greates Elmo toy without having to get another mortgage on the house. Money gets tight and they get crabby. Then anyone who can't give them perfection pays the price. And it's those people that have taken OUR holiday away from us in the service industry. Remember on Christmas when everything was closed? It was a sacred time. Now because corporate big wigs want more money they expect us to come to work on the holidays. Each year we work longer and longer. All because some little old lady gets mad because she forgot butter the day before and someone's dad didn't look on the box to see how many batteries he needs. We lose our holiday because people can't wait one single day. Plus because of all that they even dn't want to give holiday pay, or holiday bonuses.
Then those rivals have been eating at me lately. Those people I have so much animosity for. That one in particular who is constantly posting handfuls of art where his role in it's creation doesn't go any deeper than "I want two chicks, naked, fighting in this style" and they're all the SAME! They're all eaither "Down and trying to get up" or "The overexaggerated punch" or the "Sexually charged clinch" and how he basks in so much popularity for such garbage. Almost no work at all in what he posts outside of cruising for prostitutes or strippers for erotic combat photo sessions. How he pretends, and actually said, that I stand for all the bad things about combat sport. I only am about the sacrifice, pain, and price the sport can play. HE is all about the fun and glamour of it all. He is so full of shit I can smell him from here. His art has nothing at all to do with the sport outside of a handful of poses and equipment. (Not even equipment, just gloves if that) and he says I AM ABOUT THE BAD STUFF... he is into SNUFF ART!! Erotic art where someone DIES!! Who lives and who dies? Is that seriously something a "Nice guy" asks his fans about his art?? I even see people faving his art, I go and thank the person for faving something I have posted... the other guy... I never seen a "Thanks for faving my art!"... not a single time. Yet he gets assloads of views, hits, and faves. This is not a moral person, much of his art I even have doubts he has gotten permission to post. I bet he stole it. He may have found some convoluted loophole where he can technically post a pic... but that doesn't make it moral.
I aint no angel. At least every piece I have posted here has some way meant that I have personally given something to that artist to make their lives better in some way. I seriously doubt he can say that.
Look at the fight art I have here... it's not about the bad things that can and do happen in the sports. I use the bad things that can and do happen as reason to appreciate what they do forr us, and the bravery they have in knowing it can happen... but do it anyway. And why I find these other people's works so disrespectful and how I think they're so obviously missing the point.
So yeah... I'm probably going to be a bit antisocial for the next... couple months.