A MIND FOREVER VOYAGING THROUGH STRANGE SEAS OF THOUGHT, ALONE


This is my second blog.

My first blog chronicled my experiences over three years caring for my dad as he lived through and finally died from Alzheimer's. That is the book that is for sale.

This second blog kind of chronicles of life, what it is like to start your life over in your late 50's. After caretaking, you are damaged, file bankruptcy, and the world doesn't care what you did. After 8 months of unemployment, you wake each day knowing the world doesn't want you. Finally you do find a job, 5 weeks before homelessness, but doing what you did 30 years ago and getting paid what you did 30 years ago. So this is starting over.



The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane.

Monday, November 23, 2015

SORRY CHARLIE

Freedom, keep tryin'
People stay alive and people keep dyin' for
Freedom, so don't lose it
Ya gotta understand ya just can't abuse it
Freedom, get movin'
Never gonna stop till everybody's groovin' on
Love for, one another
Callin' some friend and callin' some brother

Hey tomorrow
You're not so far away
Mother freedom
We'll know you well someday


So Bread made their rock anti war protest song in 1972 and the only thing stranger in music history would have been Air Supply doing a concept album Harmoweenia.

I honestly wonder how someone like President Numb Nuts or Adolf Guetierez of Chicago really think flooding this country with tens of millions of illegal aliens when 20% of working age adults are already unemployed is a good thing?  Allowing hundreds of thousands of middle eastern men in a time of terrorism is a good thing?

Really, someone tell me how this will improve America?

And while I'm whining, can we go back to the two paychecks a month on the 15th and the 30th?  I hate this every other week paycheck thing, especially when bills don't give you that flexibility to fit an every other week paycheck.  Secondly, you'd get more money each month - but not have to wait to July or December to get 'that extra check' that somehow my Volvo seems to know when it's due and have a part break that sucks up that extra paycheck.

Golly, Charlie Sheen has AIDS.  What did you expect?  The guy has been a slut for two decades, living the life of "if it feels good, do it" and having a pot of gold to finance his life style choices of booze, drugs, strippers, and apparently, if the British media photos are correct, let's see how I can put this tactfully for my imaginary readers, sometimes mistook a guy's uncle willy for a street vendor hot dog.

Live by the penis, die by the penis they always say.  Or something like that.

I'm sorry he's got AIDS, I feel really sorry for all the women he's been bagging and now may also have AIDS.  I keep thinking of that advice I learned so long ago, 80% of the problems we have in life are caused by the poor moral choices you make - or to put it another way, make good moral choices and you can avoid 80% of life's problems.

However, there is no avoiding the other 20%.  Such is life.

But why are people shocked by the news?  It's like if you know a person who likes to play Russian roulette with a revolver every morning before starting his day and one day you learn he blew his brains out are you shocked?  Then why when a guy puts his appendage in any garage, no matter what side of the street it's located apparently, why are people shocked?

But don't worry about ol' Charlie, he should be okay.  They have a cocktail of pills, I aways thought that was an interesting term to associate with the disease, that cost a fortune but he can afford them and now he will probably get better movie and TV roles, more serious roles, because he is a victim with AIDS.

Funny how if you get cancer from smoking you are a fool, but if you get AIDS from putting things anywhere and anytime you desire, you are a victim.  Charlie is not a victim, he is a perpetrator choosing a life that apparently would make Alister Crowley proud.

Once upon a time these stories always start
There lived a handsome prince and he had a happy heart
And a princess, too--she was a beautiful kid
She said she'd never leave him but she did
Sometimes love is wet and cold
Similar to rain, just a hard to hold
Love can make you sad and blue
If you don't watch out it'll fall all over you
Everybody knows that winter can be nice
You can play in the snow, you can skate on the ice
But you can't skate far when the ice gets thin
'Cause you might fall in
Sometimes love is wet and cold
Similar to rain, just as hard to hold
Love can make you sad and blue
If you don't watch out it'll fall all over you


Warren Zevon

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