POINT -- The Way

Sunday, 28 March, 2004

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NOT Ever just have one of those days? Today was my birthday.  Big fucking deal.  I've known for decades now that birthdays get lonlier and increasingly more forgotten and obscure as time marches.  Today, however, was one of my worst birthdays ever.  (Even worse than my fourth birthday when I was supposed to be the "Birthday Boy" on some kids' television show; the star of the show was late [live TV] and grabbed some other kid - the wrong fucking kid - to be the show's "star."  Then I managed to spill shitloads of horribly sticky coca cola all over myself {did I mention I was 4?} during "his" [really "my"] cake {non-}ceremony after the show.  It wasn't even the other kid's birthday, that fucking little shit!  The idiots at the show even gave him all MY presents; thus, my first introduction into the vast world of stoooopud people.) My entire birthday today consisted of two phone calls: one from my Mom, and the other from one of my three nieces.  Those were cool, although they made me very depressed (long story).  But what really depressed me - for a start - was the LACK of a phone call or card from someone whom I have considered a pretty close friend for the last almost 25 years. His failure to call with his portion of our annual HBD greetings ritual to one another (his BD comes first in February) has made me feel, yes, very very depressed and, also, angry.  Does his control freak of a common law wife have her fangs and claws into him so deeply that he can no longer even make a simple phone call? I don't know the answers to this - and other - questions, but I know that trying to figure out any of it when my judgement is clouded by emotion of any kind is futile and bent toward doom. So, I'll just go back to being depressed in my weary little world, waiting to die, hoping that it ends soon - but not before I get that call.... 11:59:59 PM          Google It!

Saturday, 13 March, 2004

MURDER NOT MURDER When is murder not murder is murder?  In Utah, a woman chose to not give birth by Caesarean section, and one of her twins died during birth, for which she was charged with murder. Yet, perhaps wickedly ironically, in America today, if a woman had merely chosen to allow one of the twins to be manipulated by the doctors and born head first, whereupon the doctors stick a huge needle attached to a suction device into the baby's skull and suck the brains out, thereby killing the child, it's perfectly acceptable - and legal: partial birth abortion. So, what's wrong with this picture? And, who is really caring about - and protecting - whom? 1:13:13 PM          Google It!

Tuesday, 09 March, 2004

DING DONG, THE BITCH IS DEAD: Abu Abbas Dies! Punk-ass Palestinian arab terrorist murderer Abu Abbas, (one of) the wicked bitch(es) of the east, died yesterday while in United States custody. I'm cryin'   --   with glee as I open a bottle of champagne, dedicated to Leon Klinghoffer. Abbas is now spending eternity sucking Satan's pud in the depths of hell!  He should be good at it after spending years of practice giving Yasser Arafat-pig sloppy head!  Send me a postcard, 'Bu. As for all you liberal whackos who would use this criminal's death as fodder for your further poisonous and destructive flatulence against America, how many of you have volunteered to die in place of American victims of terrorism?  How many of you have volunteered to to take the place of - and die for - Abbas and his ilk? Hey, Ass-ama: you're next! 6:01:02 PM          Google It!

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