Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Random Thoughts
My dog stinks really bad. Sometimes I wonder if I carry her repulsive stench with me. How do you have fun without drinking or getting high? Would a room full of snotty boogers smell bad, I wonder. Sometimes I pray to God when I'm tired, then I start to fall asleep and have impure thoughts while I'm still praying. I find myself apologizing to someone I've never met. I'm always excited for football season in the spring. I havn't even appreciated summer yet and I'm ready for fall so I can watch people (who don't give a shit about me) play a game. Why do I fall in love with a different girl everyday? Doesn't have to be someone I know. Could be some poor white trash girl at the supermarket. Could be a bank attendant named Shawanda. Or maybe its you...Creepy
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
A Confusesd Little Man
Jiverly Wong was a Vietnamese immigrant who lived in the U.S. since the early 1990's. In case you have no idea who this person was, let me fill you in. Wong recently stormed the American Civic Association building in Binghampton, NY killing 13 people before turning the gun on himself and taking his own life.
Binghampton is a small town in western New York. Per capita, Binghampton has the least amount of crime in the U.S. I guess you could say that they were a little shocked when Jiverly went ape shit.
According to Wong's suicide letter, the police have been harassing him since he came to this country. Late night molestations, threatening text messages, and vicious rumors are just a few of the examples Wong was gracious enough to leave us in his delusional letter.
The letter, that is being investigated by the experts, was dated March 18th nearly two weeks before the slaying. Photos of Wong smiling, holding two guns, and waving around a gun permit and driver's license also accompanied the letter.
Those are the facts in this case. Now let me start by saying, "What The FUCK?" For the reader's sake I was considerate enough to post the suicide letter following this entry. I should apologize for calling it a suicide note. I would describe it more as the rantings of a depraved mad man. A confused little man who was missing all of his screws.
Let me interest you in a couple of Jiverly Wong's quotes. Wong started the letter, "Dear New Ten Now. I am Jiverly Wong shooting the people. The first I want to say sorry I know little English." Like most Asain people, Wong is very polite. I like that in a mass murderer, shows character. Good manners will get you far in life.
This quote that you are about to read completely blew my mind. Try not to think about the words for too long, you will have a fucking brain embolism. "Because undercop gave me a lot of ass during the 18 years I got 7 years and 8 month delivery to grocery in the California came back New York on the August 2007." Ok, I understand that he spoke poor English, but what does this mean? Does anyone feel like they lost some brain cells? I wish I could have had a chance to sit down with Jiverly and pick his little brain apart. I'm certain that it would have made for some of the most interesting conversation I've ever had.
The final quote that I will share ends this letter full of jiberish and non-sense and in all honesty makes the most amount of sense. "Already impartial now...cop bring about the shooting. cop must be responsible. And you have a nice day."
And I say to you sir, have a nice day in Hell.
Binghampton is a small town in western New York. Per capita, Binghampton has the least amount of crime in the U.S. I guess you could say that they were a little shocked when Jiverly went ape shit.
According to Wong's suicide letter, the police have been harassing him since he came to this country. Late night molestations, threatening text messages, and vicious rumors are just a few of the examples Wong was gracious enough to leave us in his delusional letter.
The letter, that is being investigated by the experts, was dated March 18th nearly two weeks before the slaying. Photos of Wong smiling, holding two guns, and waving around a gun permit and driver's license also accompanied the letter.
Those are the facts in this case. Now let me start by saying, "What The FUCK?" For the reader's sake I was considerate enough to post the suicide letter following this entry. I should apologize for calling it a suicide note. I would describe it more as the rantings of a depraved mad man. A confused little man who was missing all of his screws.
Let me interest you in a couple of Jiverly Wong's quotes. Wong started the letter, "Dear New Ten Now. I am Jiverly Wong shooting the people. The first I want to say sorry I know little English." Like most Asain people, Wong is very polite. I like that in a mass murderer, shows character. Good manners will get you far in life.
This quote that you are about to read completely blew my mind. Try not to think about the words for too long, you will have a fucking brain embolism. "Because undercop gave me a lot of ass during the 18 years I got 7 years and 8 month delivery to grocery in the California came back New York on the August 2007." Ok, I understand that he spoke poor English, but what does this mean? Does anyone feel like they lost some brain cells? I wish I could have had a chance to sit down with Jiverly and pick his little brain apart. I'm certain that it would have made for some of the most interesting conversation I've ever had.
The final quote that I will share ends this letter full of jiberish and non-sense and in all honesty makes the most amount of sense. "Already impartial now...cop bring about the shooting. cop must be responsible. And you have a nice day."
And I say to you sir, have a nice day in Hell.
The Sucide Letter From Jiverly Wong
Dear NEW TEN NOWI am Jiverly Wong Shooting the people.The first I want to say sorry I know a little English. I hope you understand all of this. Of course you need to know why I shooting? Because undercover cop gave me a lot of ass during eighteen years I got seven years and eight month delivery to grocery in the California came back New York on the August 2007.Let talk about when I live in California. Such as...cop used 24 hours the technique of ultramodern and camera for burn the chemical in my house. For switch the channel time...For adjust the fan. For made me unbreathable. For made me vomit. For connect the music into my ear.Undercover cop usual coined some nasty was not true about me and spread a rumour to the receiver and some people know me conduce toward many people predudiced and selfish to me...cop made me lost my job...cop put me became poor.Let talk about when I live at the 28 Baker St. 2nd Floor, Johnson City, New York 13790. It terrible when I live there such as...cop wait until midnight when I off the light and went to the bed. Cop unlock my door and came in take a sit in my room ((cop did it thirteen time on the year 1994 )) on the thirteen time had three time touch me when I sleeping. One time stolen 20 dollar in my wallet. One time used electric gun shoot at the behind my neck. (That time I did not know English)Please continue second page thank you.Page 2From 1990 to 1995 New York undercover cop try to get a car accident with me. Such as when I driving on the highway and on the street undercover cop sunddenly brake the car stop immediately at the of front my car...cop did it 32 time like that during 1990 to 1995 but I never hit the car.Many time from 1990 to 1997 at the day time...cop exploit unknow English and went to my house knock the door for harass and domineer. Of course during that time cop coined something was not true about me and spread a rumour nasty like the California cop.From August 2007 until now cop gave me not to much ass only one time cop leave a massage in my voice mail and said (( come back your country )) after five minute I send a text massage to them I said I will call the police and they send it back to me they said they are the police.Dear New Ten Now. Right now I still get unemploment benefit of the company Shop Vac Endicott. New York State Department of Labor was cheat and unpaid from December 1st 2008 to December 28th 2008 I already claim weekly benefit from that date.Any way I can not accepted my poor life. Before I cut my poor life I must oneself get a judge job for make an impartial with undercover cop by at least two people with me go to return to the dust of earth.Already impartial now..cop bring about this shooting. cop must responsible. And you have a nice day.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Man And Dog Combo Save Child
A west Michigan man and his dog saved a child from getting hit by a bus. Apparently, Abe Young (29) and his dog, Lucy Young (35 in dog years) were going for a walk when they saw 10 year old Jamal Jenkins cross before a bus. Abe and Lucy ran in front of the bus and pushed Jenkins to safety. Jenkins first reaction was to punch Young in the grill which led to the worst ass whooping the child ever received. Everything settled down when Jenkins realized how close he was to being killed, then everyone had a good laugh.
You may remember Abe Young from other stories such as "Man Saves Dog From Aligator" and "West Michigan Man At It Again" where he foiled a bank robbery. This humble man, who ask for nothing in return, is a genuine hero. He may be Superman. I think as human beings we need to look at ourselves and ask, what can I do to be more like Abe.
You may remember Abe Young from other stories such as "Man Saves Dog From Aligator" and "West Michigan Man At It Again" where he foiled a bank robbery. This humble man, who ask for nothing in return, is a genuine hero. He may be Superman. I think as human beings we need to look at ourselves and ask, what can I do to be more like Abe.
Monday, March 16, 2009
5 Ways To Become A Savage Conservative
5) Denounce the evil Democrats
4) Stop acting like a pussy
3) Grow a mustache
2) Believe that we are justified in whatever we do concerning foreign policy.
1) Hang out with me
4) Stop acting like a pussy
3) Grow a mustache
2) Believe that we are justified in whatever we do concerning foreign policy.
1) Hang out with me
Thursday, March 12, 2009
My Good Friend, David Villaverde
It was around October of 2002 when I met Verde. He was a 17 year old punk who was very opinionated and too smart for his own good. Not much has changed except for his age, his weight (fat bastard), and his status as a college graduate.
I must say that I have had some interesting times with the old chap. One of my first memories of David was duct taping him to a chair when he was passed out drunk. Doesn't sound very funny, huh, that's because you weren't there to see him lean his head forward and puke all over his crotch.
Knowing Verde over the years I have noticed that their are two sides to this young man. There is the primitive, savage side that comes out during whiskey binges. The primal beast slurring his words as if they were the first to ever be spoken. That look of confusion and fear that lead an animal to attack its own kind. Laughter bellowing from his bowels like some kind of demonic mating call. The other side, which he can probably thank his parents for, is a deep instilled fear of not being a righteous man. He can probably thank Catholicism for that as well. These are two sides that we all tangle with from time to time but for a Catholic who is half Peruvian, it can be a little bit more confusing.
Today I spoke with my dear friend and heard him utter words that sent a shiver up my spine. He is ready to quit drinking and get his priorities straightened out. I was dumbfounded and felt myself at a loss for words. What do you say to your friend when he tells you that he has lost his faith? A part of me wanted to cry out and say please tell me that you are not abandoning me. I didn't, however, because I know that every addict has his or her moment when they are sick and tired of being sick and tired. It goes without saying that the drug does conquer the great ones occasionally. It is a never ending battle. We lose men on the front lines and we recruit more to further the cause.
Unfortunately, Verde has been placed on probation and has no choice but to comply with the law. They are making him blow the plastic dick everyday (so he says). He may be lying to me because of some god awful epiphany that has plagued his brain. Either way it doesn't matter, he made it clear that when he is off probation he plans to continue this life of sobriety.
I will end this little piece with the 12 steps. Perhaps he can find serenity in these words. The next time that you speak with him, he may insist that you accompany him to an AA meeting. I pray for your soul, David.
1) We admitted that we were powerless over alcohol- that our lives had become unmanagable.
2) Came to believe that a power greater than ourselves could restore us back to sanity.
3) Made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of God as we understood him.
4) Made a searching and fearless moral inventory of ourselves.
5) Admitted to God, to ourselves, and to another human being the exact nature of our wrongs.
6) Were entirely ready to have God remove all these defects of character.
7) Humbly asked God to remove our shortcomings.
8) Made a list of all persons we had harmed, and became willing to make amends to them all.
9) Made direct amends to such people whenever possible, except when to do so would injure them or others.
10)Continued to take personal inventory and when we were wrong promptly admitted it.
11)Sought through prayer and meditation to improve our conscious contact with God as we understood God, praying only for the knowledge of God's will for us and the power to carry that out.
12)Having had a spiritual awakening as a result of these steps, we tried to carry this message to other addicts, and to practice these principals in all of our affairs.
Dear God, man. I think typing the steps has done something to me. Are there any meetings at 4:10 in the morning I wonder. No more stinking thinking, I'm going straight and narrow from here on out.
I must say that I have had some interesting times with the old chap. One of my first memories of David was duct taping him to a chair when he was passed out drunk. Doesn't sound very funny, huh, that's because you weren't there to see him lean his head forward and puke all over his crotch.
Knowing Verde over the years I have noticed that their are two sides to this young man. There is the primitive, savage side that comes out during whiskey binges. The primal beast slurring his words as if they were the first to ever be spoken. That look of confusion and fear that lead an animal to attack its own kind. Laughter bellowing from his bowels like some kind of demonic mating call. The other side, which he can probably thank his parents for, is a deep instilled fear of not being a righteous man. He can probably thank Catholicism for that as well. These are two sides that we all tangle with from time to time but for a Catholic who is half Peruvian, it can be a little bit more confusing.
Today I spoke with my dear friend and heard him utter words that sent a shiver up my spine. He is ready to quit drinking and get his priorities straightened out. I was dumbfounded and felt myself at a loss for words. What do you say to your friend when he tells you that he has lost his faith? A part of me wanted to cry out and say please tell me that you are not abandoning me. I didn't, however, because I know that every addict has his or her moment when they are sick and tired of being sick and tired. It goes without saying that the drug does conquer the great ones occasionally. It is a never ending battle. We lose men on the front lines and we recruit more to further the cause.
Unfortunately, Verde has been placed on probation and has no choice but to comply with the law. They are making him blow the plastic dick everyday (so he says). He may be lying to me because of some god awful epiphany that has plagued his brain. Either way it doesn't matter, he made it clear that when he is off probation he plans to continue this life of sobriety.
I will end this little piece with the 12 steps. Perhaps he can find serenity in these words. The next time that you speak with him, he may insist that you accompany him to an AA meeting. I pray for your soul, David.
1) We admitted that we were powerless over alcohol- that our lives had become unmanagable.
2) Came to believe that a power greater than ourselves could restore us back to sanity.
3) Made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of God as we understood him.
4) Made a searching and fearless moral inventory of ourselves.
5) Admitted to God, to ourselves, and to another human being the exact nature of our wrongs.
6) Were entirely ready to have God remove all these defects of character.
7) Humbly asked God to remove our shortcomings.
8) Made a list of all persons we had harmed, and became willing to make amends to them all.
9) Made direct amends to such people whenever possible, except when to do so would injure them or others.
10)Continued to take personal inventory and when we were wrong promptly admitted it.
11)Sought through prayer and meditation to improve our conscious contact with God as we understood God, praying only for the knowledge of God's will for us and the power to carry that out.
12)Having had a spiritual awakening as a result of these steps, we tried to carry this message to other addicts, and to practice these principals in all of our affairs.
Dear God, man. I think typing the steps has done something to me. Are there any meetings at 4:10 in the morning I wonder. No more stinking thinking, I'm going straight and narrow from here on out.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
The Joy Ride
Anyone who knows me will tell you that I am an alcoholic. I am aware of my terrible and unrewarding affliction. I remember clearly the day that this realization hit me. The morning of June 15th 1994 I awoke in the hospital at age 15. The night before I received or you could say earned a DUI.
My stepfather was out of town on business. This left dear old mom alone to supervise which she never really was good at doing. Earlier in the day myself and my friend Brad stole a case of beer from his father's beer distributor. Now we needed girls. Getting girls wasn't hard for a couple of horny teens who had beer.
The party started around 10:00 at night. My mother had gone down to her room in the basement to sleep. This left the first and second floor open for business. Our little girl friends came over and we had a pretty good time. Drinking, sucking face, and even a little pot. It was shaping up to be a good night.
It was around 2 in the morning when the girls finally left. The party was over and the beer was gone. "What to do", I thought to myself. That was when I made the most foolish mistake of my life and I've made some pretty bad decisions.
My parents Dodge Ram conversion fan sat in the driveway unaware of its death which would take place shortly. I hopped in the giant beast and started on down the road. My friend Tyler, God bless his soul, gave chase and caught up with me before I had a chance to get very far. He jumped in to convince me otherwise. I assured him that it would be a quick drive around the neighborhood. An hour later after driving all over town it was time to get back.
The whole time I had the van out I hadn't really tested her. I wanted to feel the power of the engine. I wanted to see what she was made of and so I did. I reached a residental road a couple of blocks from my home. At the end of this road you could take a left or a right but there was no going straight. At least not for normal motorist but I was hardly normal and not a legal driver to begin with. We were moving. The last I looked at the spedometer it read 95 mph. Then I looked up and realized that we were fucked.
At the end of this road was a house straight ahead that sat back from the road. The entrance to the driveway started off from my left and snaked down in front of me. I hit the curb and was airborne for 75 feet. When I landed it was on top of a car which shot out from under the van like a bullet. Next came the swing set which instantly crumbled. And then came the telephone poll which came crashing down on the van flatening it like a pancake.
When I came around the dashboard was lying on my lap. The doors wouldn't open so we had to climb out of the passenger side window. The first thing I said was, "Lets take it home and fix it." There was no fixing this vehicle especially when the engine was half laying on the ground.
The sirens were roaring and the residents were out in the street. The police were there within 2 minutes. Quick response time. They hauled me off in an ambulance. When the lights shut off I started singing "When The Music is Over" by The Doors. I wonder what the paramedics must have thought.
Later the police would tell me that if I had hit the curb a couple more feet to my right, I would have gone through the daughter's bedroom. Fortunately I didn't kill anyone. I wasn't even wearing a seat belt so I'm lucky that I didn't kill myself. One year of probation and $1000 in fines. Took it pretty easy on me.
My stepfather was out of town on business. This left dear old mom alone to supervise which she never really was good at doing. Earlier in the day myself and my friend Brad stole a case of beer from his father's beer distributor. Now we needed girls. Getting girls wasn't hard for a couple of horny teens who had beer.
The party started around 10:00 at night. My mother had gone down to her room in the basement to sleep. This left the first and second floor open for business. Our little girl friends came over and we had a pretty good time. Drinking, sucking face, and even a little pot. It was shaping up to be a good night.
It was around 2 in the morning when the girls finally left. The party was over and the beer was gone. "What to do", I thought to myself. That was when I made the most foolish mistake of my life and I've made some pretty bad decisions.
My parents Dodge Ram conversion fan sat in the driveway unaware of its death which would take place shortly. I hopped in the giant beast and started on down the road. My friend Tyler, God bless his soul, gave chase and caught up with me before I had a chance to get very far. He jumped in to convince me otherwise. I assured him that it would be a quick drive around the neighborhood. An hour later after driving all over town it was time to get back.
The whole time I had the van out I hadn't really tested her. I wanted to feel the power of the engine. I wanted to see what she was made of and so I did. I reached a residental road a couple of blocks from my home. At the end of this road you could take a left or a right but there was no going straight. At least not for normal motorist but I was hardly normal and not a legal driver to begin with. We were moving. The last I looked at the spedometer it read 95 mph. Then I looked up and realized that we were fucked.
At the end of this road was a house straight ahead that sat back from the road. The entrance to the driveway started off from my left and snaked down in front of me. I hit the curb and was airborne for 75 feet. When I landed it was on top of a car which shot out from under the van like a bullet. Next came the swing set which instantly crumbled. And then came the telephone poll which came crashing down on the van flatening it like a pancake.
When I came around the dashboard was lying on my lap. The doors wouldn't open so we had to climb out of the passenger side window. The first thing I said was, "Lets take it home and fix it." There was no fixing this vehicle especially when the engine was half laying on the ground.
The sirens were roaring and the residents were out in the street. The police were there within 2 minutes. Quick response time. They hauled me off in an ambulance. When the lights shut off I started singing "When The Music is Over" by The Doors. I wonder what the paramedics must have thought.
Later the police would tell me that if I had hit the curb a couple more feet to my right, I would have gone through the daughter's bedroom. Fortunately I didn't kill anyone. I wasn't even wearing a seat belt so I'm lucky that I didn't kill myself. One year of probation and $1000 in fines. Took it pretty easy on me.
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