Letters! We letters! This is a long one. Sorry

Library makes no sense
The city of Fort Worth has cut library hours and is now threatening to close two libraries. At the same time, it is building a library in far north Fort Worth. The new library will be within spitting distance of the Saginaw Public Library, which can be used by nonresidents for $15 a year. Doesn’t make any sense to me.
— Ka, Fort Worth

Well that’s because you’re an idiot Kay. The new library was probably funded and paid for 1-2 years ago. I’m pretty sure city planners weren’t sitting in a meeting one day deciding where to make cuts and then out of no where decide to a new library. And I’m pretty sure; knowing the difference between Saginaw and Ft. Worth, the library in Saginaw isn’t much compared to the Ft. Worth facilities. Our readers want more than just books on how to properly deliver a calf and cleaning grain silos.

Rainbow Lounge apology
I was troubled by Fort Worth Police Chief Jeff Halstead’s public apology regarding the Rainbow Lounge incident. I cannot help but believe that he has bowed to unrelenting pressure. Unfortunately, he has opened the door to more outrageous behavior and even civil lawsuits that will take more of our tax dollars to fight.
He also has failed to stand up for his officers, who were trying to protect the public from drunken drivers. After all, what are laws against public intoxication for? I don’t care if someone wants to overindulge, unless that person is going to leave the bar and kill someone else.
This tyranny of the left, where any behavior by a "protected" group can not be opposed without being labeled bigotry, must stop. Who is to protect the rest of us? If we won’t let our police do their jobs, we will descend into anarchy.
Halstead is supposed to be dedicated to the protection of all residents of Fort Worth, not just the loudest minority. Who is looking out for us?
— Michael, Fort Worth

Oh dear friend Michael. You homophobic piece of gutter poo. I love how you hide behind your support for the Ft. Worth PD to express your feelings about the gay and lesbian community in our city. You need to read everything, all the news stories about the raid and not just what your Baptist preacher is telling you. This raid had nothing to do with preventing drunk driving. TABC doesn’t go in on such raids and more to the point, the police stop drunk drivers as they come out of the bar, they don’t go in after them. As I sit here and read your letter over and over the more I want to kick you in the shins. Why the shins? I have no clue. Public Intoxication laws are to protect the public from individuals who have had a bit too much and are a threat to the outside public. This raid took place INSIDE the bar, which, yes, one can be arrested for public intox inside a bar, however; that is usually because the person is causing problems inside the bar and not just for being gay. As far as Halstead standing up for his officers…Read the official reports. The officers were out of line in this raid and any punishment they received was just. The chief of police cannot stand for and protect officers who break the law in the name of the law. It just doesn’t work that way. At that point our PD becomes the Dallas PD. And I hate you.

It seems that our city officials — namely the mayor’s office and the chief of police — can’t apologize enough for raiding a gay bar.
If this was a routine raid, then so be it. If it wasn’t, say so and quit the apology.
I don’t understand why this case requires so much political correctness. It seems that some officials have tails between their legs and are running like crazy. What about the officers involved? It seems they have been thrown under the bus.
— Doyle, Fort Worth

Honestly, would you expect any other opinion from someone named Doyle. IT WASN’T a ROUTINE raid you schmuck. Both the TABC and the FWPD have said it wasn’t. Read the reports. Turn off Fox news for a minute and look at the whole story. Yes the city officials have tails between their legs. It’s a political nightmare for most of them. This has nothing to do with political correctness you j-hole. This has everything to do with a particular segment of our community being wrongfully treated. Read above about the officers.

Y’all hail Caesar
I watched a show Wednesday night that touched on Rome’s last two years of existence under siege. Supply lines cut, starvation, disease and death soon followed. However, chariot races, gladiator matches and the spectacle of watching the killing of wild animals continued despite attendees dropping dead in the stands. This, in the name of maintaining morale.
"Flu unlikely to shut stadium," read the Thursday morning front page of the Star-Telegram.
I came. I saw. I died.
— Greg, Fort Worth

It’s the flu you moron. Get a grip. And if you’re so concerned, don’t go to the stadium. How about picking up some average hygiene skills… Really? The Roman Empire. 1000’s of years ago? That’s what you’re going from? Just how old are you Greg?



Fix it. Now.
I want the healthcare system fixed, now. If the Republicans had any ideas, why didn’t they fix healthcare when George W. Bush was president? If Gov. Rick Perry has such great ideas, why is Texas rated the worst state in healthcare insurance coverage?
I’m tired of the insurance companies abusing their power. Just fix it. Today!
— Vickie, Fort Worth

I want a million dollars and my own photography studio NOW! Damn…That didn’t work either.

Southern pride
Whenever liberals like columnist Kathleen Parker get scared, they trot out their ignorant Southern redneck Old South speeches. (See: "Them dang Southerners," Aug. 6) Liberal Democrats and some moderate Republicans (aka liberal politicians who have not come out of the closet) cannot defend their positions without seeking to inject class, cultural or religious warfare to divide the country between the ignorant South or Middle America fly-over country and the more educated East/West Coast elitists.
Southerners are in fact the only thing good about either party — yes, either party — because Southerners including Blue Dog Democrats and conservative Republicans will always revert to their Southern roots first, and follow party second or not at all. Columnists like Parker are so caught up with the sound and style of their writings they do not recognize what is happening.
The GOP is not going to dismantle its base in Middle America. If anything, the opposite is true, as is evidenced by what is occurring in the town meetings and tea parties across the country. Thank God Middle America is finally waking up and reacting to stop liberal Democrats and moderate Republicans from taking this country further in the wrong direction.
— John, North Richland Hills

You mean those same Southern roots that kept slavery, hate, and discrimination around long after the Civil War? Those same Southern Roots preach segregation, war, and evil. Yeah. You’re right. Our government should be much more rooted in the South. Don’t get me wrong. I’m born and raised Texan…Wouldn’t change that for the world, but I do know the South has made some mistakes and there are some things in our past that just that, mistakes, and we don’t need to go back to them. All together now, I hate you.



Common sense, please
According to the Star-Telegram, Fort Worth is planning a gun buyback program to be held somewhere in southeast Fort Worth on Saturday. A $50 gift certificate will be paid for every working gun.
Let me be sure I understand this. Honest law-abiding people are supposed to turn in guns for a $50 gift certificate, when working guns are usually worth much more? What about the non-law-abiding, the ones who rob using guns? Will they turn in their guns for a measly $50 gift card when they can rob unarmed citizens for much more and even take away the gift cards that the unarmed persons got for turning in their guns?
The article said Fort Worth is following Dallas’ lead with this program. Please, let’s not turn Fort Worth into Dallas. Let’s continue to let the residents of Fort Worth defend themselves.
City Councilman Frank Moss, who is pushing the program, said that "District 5 has experienced more gun crime and gun violence." Does Moss think that by urging honest residents to turn in their guns the gun crime and violence will cease? This will only cause honest residents to be without protection and encourage thugs to carry on with their "gun crime."
Common sense should prevail.
— Hal, Watauga

Hey Hal…How about some education on your part, please. The gun buy back isn’t for those who legally own guns. And for those that do, that take part in the buyback are turning in working guns that aren’t worth anything. You ignorant dill hole. These buy back programs don’t put a dent into the gun population in the city. Yes, some guns are turned in and people get their $50, but the majority of criminals and those who have these guns illegally aren’t completely stupid. They know their guns are worth more and they know that can get more from using the gun in a crime.

Held hostage by NRA
The reason Americans don’t seem surprised about the latest mass shooting is either because they’ve become so desensitized to gun deaths (30,000 a year) or they’ve come to believe the NRA’s mantra that the Second Amendment gives every citizen (including terrorists, criminals and the mentally ill) the right to buy as many guns as they want.
Tragically, the killings will continue unless metal detectors and armed guards are posted at every health spa, church, business, synagogue and school in America or until public outrage demands that Congress start passing some sensible gun laws.
Just imagine how many lives could be spared if there was a five-day waiting period to purchase a gun; the assault weapons ban was reinstated; handgun purchases were limited to one per month; the gun show loophole was closed; and our lawmakers ignored the NRA guns aimed at their campaign funds and finally started doing what’s best for their constituents instead of what best for their re-elections.
— Sharon, Fort Worth

Oh Sharon…To call you a moron would be a step up. The NRA has never said that we should allow terrorist, criminals, and the mentally ill to own guns. Be careful on that mentally ill part as well. Just because a person might has mental issues doesn’t mean they can’t own and shoot a gun for sport. Yes, the NRA supports the second amendment, the right to keep and bare arms. However; let’s look at that amendment. In the time in which it was written it was still law that every man from age 15-65 own a musket and ammo. Each colony was considered a militia, a group of men bound by law to fight in a war if the time came. And those times came. So when the amendment was actually written, it wasn’t really a right, it was a law. Since that time laws have changed. The NRA supports most of those laws which the majority of those laws do keep us safe and maintain our freedoms at the same time. As far as a waiting period? Ummm, we had that you igmo. However, we now have this thing called the interweb where you can get instant access to a person’s background. When I bought my gun I waited 10 minutes for the background check to clear and it brought up everything. In fact, the guy asked me about going to radio broadcasting school which was 2 years earlier. The problem does not lie within the NRA or the government. No matter what laws are passed there will always be guns and anyone who tries hard enough can get one. ‘If you outlaw guns, only outlaws will have guns.’ I say do what Chris Rock says…Don’t make the guns more expensive, make the bullets more expensive.

Eff Walmart!!!

Yet another reason to hate the retail giant Walmart.

Officials OK Walmart near Va. Battlefield
ORANGE, Va. (AP) - Officials in central Virginia approved a Walmart Supercenter early Tuesday near one of the nation's most important Civil War battlefields, a proposal that had stirred opposition by preservationists and hundreds of historians.

Are you effing kidding me? Walmart couldn’t find anywhere else in the city to build another super center? Next to one of this country’s sacred landmarks is the only place they could find. “Hello. Welcome to Walmart of the Civil War Battlefield. C’mon in and get your cheap clothes, censored movies and music, and don’t forget to remind all the employees that they better get on MediCare cause Walmart don’t offer no health plan.” What’s next? “Hello. Welcome to Walmart of Ground Zero.” Or, “Aloha. Welcome to the Walmart of Pearl Harbor, the first ever floating super center. Head on over to the poorly made furniture section and you can look down and see the fuel and oil still leaking from sunken ships. What’s that? You want to see the memorial? It’s back by the lay-away department.”

Wal-Mart Stores Inc., which has 8,000 stores worldwide and adds about 240 each year, countered that the site is zoned for commercial use and the store will not be within sight of the battlefield's 2,700 protected acres. The retailer has also said the store will create hundreds of jobs and generate $800,000 in tax revenue for Orange County.

Yes, it’ll create those jobs and earn that revenue up until it closes down all the mom and pop stores, then finds cheaper land outside of town where they don’ t have to pay as much taxes. I want to stab Walmart in the gut.

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So she stabbed him in the gut.

The End

And that's what you call getting bored with a story.

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Previously on Miracle, the Ghost Mommy Baby: Ghost goes into grocery store, steals milk, night crew chases ghost, find empty milk bottles next to fresh grave, grave is dug up, live baby is found. The baby is named Miracle, put into foster care, shuffled around from house to house, and teased at school, joins the Goth kids, starts using drugs. At age fifteen Miracle is placed with Joseph and Carolyn Comet where she is farced into a sweat shot doing laundry. Her attempt at escape fails and the daughter of the Comet’s, Sabrina is about to reveal a huge secret to Miracle.

“There’s a reason you and I look so much alike…It’s because…we’re…you and me…well…we’re…”
Miracle’s eyes opened wide with anticipation, her teeth clinched tight behind her pale lips.
“We’re twins.” Sabrina stepped back and waited for the exaggerated response. Silence fell across over the basement, up until the 13 year old Haitian boy in the back farted. “Pardon.” He said sheepishly.

Miracle’s eyes glared straight ahead. She wasn’t fazed a bit by the gaseous expulsion of the tan boy back in the corner. Sabrina, on the other hand, pinched her nose with her thumb and forefinger. “That was effing gross you effing illegal!” The other children giggled as the boy ducked under the table he was standing next to. “I’ll show them.” He said. “Just wait and see. I’ll rule this world one day.” Then the table legs broke in half and the 1300 pounds of equipment came crashing down on the boy’s head. Which as you can imagine, pretty much killed not only him, but his world ruling plans as well.

‘Focus!’ Miracle yelled. Sabrina snapped her laughing mouth shut and jerked her head back to Miracle’s.

“What? Oh…” Sabrina stuttered. “I was so kidding. We’re not twins. We just look a like. Seriously though, you wanna get out of here?” Miracle shook her head yes. “Ok, no biggie. Here, take my clothes and go upstairs.” She began to disrobe. Go directly to my room and pretend you’re going to bed. At 10 minutes after midnight, mommy and daddy will be tied up, literally…they’re swingers and tonight is BDSM night at the neighbors. Slip out the back door and you’ll be free. Just promise you won’t tell anyone how you got out. Las time this happened mommy and daddy gave me a proper beating with a rubber spatula.” (To clarify. Yes, Sabrina and Miracle could be twins, but Sabrina is actually 18 and only removes her dress and is wearing long 19th century style underwear that covers her from next to toes. Ya pervs.)

And so it was, ten minutes after midnight Miracle was free. She ran as fast as she could to her friend Wendy’s house. Banging on the door as hard as she could, frantic, looking behind her to make sure no one had followed her; Miracle was desperate to get in. The door swung open. There, in a Hello Kitty night shirt stood a half awake Wendy.

“What on Earth? How do you know where I live? I’ve never seen you outside of school?” She asked confused.
‘Don’t worry about that.’ Miracle said as she forced her way in. ‘Sure, it doesn’t make sense, since there’s no way I could never know that seeing how I’ve locked in a basement that past 9 months.’
“Nine months?” Wendy questioned. “That explains the belly I guess.” Miracle looked down at her swollen abdomen for the first time since she’d been with the Comets.

‘But…but. Wendy. I’m still a virgin.’ Miracle said, confused of her condition. Wendy looked at her puzzled. “Follow me.” She said waving her hand at Miracle.

As the two sat in Wendy’s room trying to untangle the mess that Miracle’s life became in her 9 month past, they pondered all of the options. Finally, just as the sun crept up over the horizon it dawned on them. Miracle was the second coming of the Virgin Mary, with a slight name change. The child she carried in her womb was to be the Messiah reborn. Miracle cried as this revelation consumed her. Wendy held her tight and rocked her gently as the two fell asleep.

“HOLY GOOD GAWD OF EVER LASTING GRACE!!!! What the eff is that smell?” Wendy screamed as she was forced from her slumber several hours later. Startled, Miracle shot up 90 degrees looking around confused and frightened. “Holy crap Miracle. Was that you?”

Miracle sniffed the air, her face melted into a sour frown. ‘That is nasty. Sweet me that’s nasty. Did I poot in my sleep and wake you up?”
“Yes you did… Sweet lord… What di - - OMG! Miracle! Your belly…It’s gone.”
Miracle looked down, her hands slowly found their way onto her now flat stomach. ‘It’s a me! It’s a me! I’m not pregnant with the son of man any more. What a relief!’

And so the two loaded up the bong and smoked a few bowls.

By the time miracle turned 18 she was once again all alone. Living on the streets, begging for food and money, she often had to resort to turning tricks to feed her habit. So every day and night see stood on the corner working the ball under the cup trick. Over and over winning a few bucks here and there. Once night a mysterious man wearing a long black coat and black hat pulled low over his eyes, approached Miracle at her corner. “I would like to play your game.” He said. Miracle advised him it would be only a dollar the first time, but the longer he played the higher the stakes would get. The man shook his head yes in acceptance of her terms. ‘Just follow the ball. See it here, see it, here, now here.’ She said, then quickly moved the cups and ball around the makeshift table. “Ok mister, where is it?” She asked. He stood motionless and silent. “Umm, mister, where’s the ball?” Still nothing. She waited a few more minutes. “Ok, well then, I guess you really don’t want to play after all. I’m keeping the dollar though.” She said as she looked up at the man. He started to move, drawing his hands from the coat’s deep pockets then crossing his arms across his chest tucking his hands so that they couldn’t be seen. “You ok mister?” She asked. The man shook his head yes. Miracle caught a small glimpse of the man’s chin. It was very skinny. Grey in color, streaked by withered black lines of rotten skin. Miracle stepped back away from the table. “Are you the undead?” She asked. Again, the man shook his head yes. “Do I know you? Why are you here? What do you want from me?” Miracle sputtered out. ‘The question is not what I want from you, but what you want from me.” The man said in a deep growl. “Look here mister…I-I- don’t want anything from you. You just scurry on along. I got no business with you.” Miracle said with shake voice. ‘It’s not that easy.’ The man replied. ‘You see, I’ve been traveling a long time, a long way to give you something. Something you’ve longed for your entire life.’ Slowly he grabbed the lapels of his coat. Tiny bit by tiny bit he pulled them apart. A bright light began to shine from the opening, blinding Miracle. She covered her eyes with hand in an attempt to see beyond the white beam. Her eyes began to slowly focus…She began to make something out…
More to come…

Prison and Ghost Stories

There was a riot over the weekend at a CA prison that left over 100 prisoners injured of which several remain in hospital. The riot, which was believed to be a race war between the Mexican and African American prison communities, left several wings of the prison damaged by physical destruction and in one case a fire. Even after the prison, along with others around the state, was put on a modified lockdown, the prisoners were still able to start the riot. Lasting just over four hours, the riot was said to involve over 1000 inmates with only 80 guards to help contain it. At one point, police and firemen were called in to assist with squashing the uprising. CA officials are now saying the damage could run the state an estimated $5-8M to bring the facility back to normal operating conditions.

Wait. What? The tax payers in CA, an already budget depleted state, are going to have to fork out $5-8M to repair a facility that probably had and has better facilities than most of the citizens of the state? I don’t think the officials in CA are looking into all of their options very well. First off, there are a little over 5000 inmates living in said prison, 2000 more than it’s supposed to have. Let’s take out roughly 1000 for inmates who for physical or mental reason cannot work. Take out the other 3000 inmates who weren’t involved in the riot and move them to the nicer parts of the prison that weren’t touched during the riot. Now we’re down to the remaining 1000 or so inmates who were involved. That’s a lot of free labor to the state to rebuild what they tore down. We all know that there’s no way they’ll make them work for free. Ok, pay them the minimum prison wage for a day’s work. Offer jobs to the inmates not involved in the riot double that amount and the state still comes out ahead. The money earned can then be used to replace the amenities that were destroyed by the riots. New gym? Ok, the inmates cut will be X dollars. New television sets? Ok, here’s the bill for those. See how it all works out…
Also…Ever heard of tents? CA typically has good weather. Put up several rows of 1-2 person tents and let the rioters sleep on the thin sleeping bags. Make them dig their own latrines. If it was and is good enough for some out troops then its damn sure good enough for prisoners who can’t act like humans.

What about food? You ask. Easy. Release chickens, wild boar, and goats out into a wooded area close to the prison. Enclose the area with large fences and put guards all around. Give the prisoners survival knifes and set them loose 10-20 at a time. Those who come back with food get to eat for awhile, those who come back injured get to train harder and get stronger (which makes them better builders). Those who don’t come back at all, well, survival of the fittest is a bitch sometimes. Get over it.
Of course, none of this would ever work. There’d be a prisoner’s rights group somewhere that would cry and complain that this is inhumane treatment and we can’t treat people, even prisoners like that. Let’s not worry about any of the victims of said prisoners’ crimes. Refer to my earlier post, prisoners have no rights. That’s why they’re in prison. So eff you and what you think may or may not be inhumane. As wards of the state, the state should be allowed to force prisoners to do almost anything, short of being tortured. If you don’t agree, why don’t you take in 5 or so of the prisoners, pay for their housing, food, clothing, and all other life needs? If you’re so worried about the prisoners and the way they are treated, then you take the burden off the state and you take care of them. You make sure they don’t rob, steal, rape, murder, and molest any more. But wait…when you fail at doing so, and the prisoner(s) in your care commit another crime, you go to prison with them. That sounds fair.

In other fun time news. My girlfriend decided last night that it would be fun to introduce her two oldest boys to ghost stories. To her credit, she didn’t go out and find the most horrific ghost stories ever told. She searched for kid friendly ghost stories, probably meaning to find something a little scary but a little silly as well. Both stories were pretty simple in storyline and structure, but not as kid friendly as maybe we thought they would be. The first story was about the ghost of a lady dressed in grey that would enter a grocery store every few nights. The night crew would witness the ghostly lady walk into the store, go back to the dairy section and take a container of milk. After the third night two of the crew members decided to chase her to what was going on. The chase ended in a cemetery where the two men found empty containers of milk beside a fresh grave. This is when they heard the cries of an infant. The grave was dug up and inside they found the body of a little old lady dressed in grey with an infant in her arms. The infant was thought to have died with the mother and buried with her. The ghost of the mother had come into the store to get milk in order to keep her child alive. That’s how the story ended. Or is it? The actual story goes on to follow the child; a little girl who was in standard cliché fashion was named Miracle. (Vomit) Miracle was shuffled around in the foster care system for most of her life, in and out of schools, never really able to make friends. All the other kids would make fun of her and call her things like ‘Dead Titty Baby’ and ‘Mommy Killer.’ She had a learning disorder which made her read slower than the other kids and kids being kids would tease her. “Wow! You’re dead mother reads better than you” They’d say. Miracle began to withdraw from society. She sat alone during lunch and recess. As she entered into her middle school years she would always pick the desk in the far back corner in each class. She found acceptance amongst the ‘Goth’ kids. She began wearing all black and using white make up to cover her acne riddled cheeks and chin. She began smoking in the 7th grade which matured into pot smoking by the 8th. The summer before her freshman year in high school she was introduced to X, heroin, and blow. All of which she continued to do through her freshman and into her sophomore year. When she was 15, Miracle was placed in the home of a well respected couple whom were pillars of the community and known for their work with foster children. Little did the public know that very couple had a dark-dark secret that only their foster children knew about. Miracle was no exception.

It was only a few days after being placed in the home that Miracle was abruptly thrown in to the couple’s horrid dungeon. A basement with chains hooked to deep rooted bolts all over the floor. Sewing machines, industrial ironing boards, washers and dryers lined the walls. Long sinks and ringers paralleled each other down the center of the dank moist basement. Every day, as soon as the children arrived home from school, they were forced to change into ragged clothing and head down to the basement where they were given their leg shackles and assigned to a station. For the next 12 hours, in the dark, moist, sweltering basement, they were forced to do the laundry of the townspeople. Hundreds and hundreds of pounds a day. Washing, ringing, drying, and pressing…Over and over and over again. Yes, the foster family was none other than Joseph and Carolyn Comet. (Not of the gritty toilet cleaner fame, but of the chain dry cleaning chain. They had to get started somewhere.)

It only took a few months for miracle to get flustered with the way the Comets’ treated her. In a very convenient coincidence, Miracle could have been The Comets’ oldest daughter’s twin sister. Every night around 11pm, the oldest daughter, Sabrina, would bring down water and animal crackers, (ya know, the cheap ones you can buy in the 50 gallon drums at Sam’s for $8). Miracle began to study Sabrina’s movements every night. Being cursed with OCD, Sabrina did the exact same thing every single night at exactly the same time. This routine included one and only one opportunity for Miracle to make her escape. Right before Sabrina would make her ascent back up the stairs she would bend over and wipe down her faux leather shoes off with a damp rag. Nineteen times on the right shoe and seventeen times on the left, no more, no less…Ever!

The night finally came. Sabrina came down, made her away around the basement exactly as she did every night. She finally reached the stairs, stopped, grabbed her rag and bent over. Miracle hurled herself away from the steaming ironing board and ran in slow motion, like in the movies, towards the stairs. (No, she really ran in slow motion. If she made too much noise Sabrina would hear her and get away…Plus, Miracle was a bit of a drama queen and kind of liked the theatrics of it all.) When she was only a few feet away from Sabrina she leapt into the air, head first, arms stretched in front of her, mouth and eyes wide open, screaming as she prepared for the impact of her cat like pounce. The chain stretched tight, then tighter. The sound of the clink could be heard just under Miracle’s high pitched karate yell. THUMP! A cloud of brown dust flew up around Miracle’s body as she fell flat on her face. (Which was odd seeing how the basement was always so damp.) She forgot to measure her chain and came up just a wee bit short of her target. Sabrina turned around quickly, startled by the sound and gust of air that just hit her in the buttocks. “Miracle!” She yelled. “What on Earth are you doing?” Miracle looked up, defeated, out of breath, “I was going to trade places with you and run away from this place. I thought that we looked so much alike I could get away with it.” Sabrina helped Miracle to her feet, dusted off her clothes and face, (Again, why so much dust in a wet basement?) and then grabbed her close and hugged her. After a few seconds Sabrina began to whisper something in Miracle’s ear. “There’s a reason you and I look so much alike…It’s because…we’re…you and me…well…we’re…”

To be continued…

Oh No Minnie!!!

Mass. transgender inmate denied electrolysis
BOSTON (AP) - A federal judge in Boston on Tuesday denied additional hair-removal treatments for a murderer who is seeking a taxpayer-funded sex-change operation, saying the inmate has failed to prove she will suffer "serious harm" without further electrolysis.
Michelle Kosilek also failed to prove that her rights have been violated by being denied hair-removal treatment, U.S. District Judge Mark Wolf said. Wolf, however, said he may revisit the issue if more information comes to light in state Department of Correction documents.

This is why I hate people. Why in the world would the tax payers have to pay for a sex change operation and hair removal for a man who isn’t supposed to have any rights as it is? Let’s break this down. You murder someone or you commit a felony that invades upon the rights of others. You’ve taken away or prevented the victim of their constitutional rights. You get convicted and sentenced to prison for X amount of years. This means you’ve forfeited your rights for that time period. The only right you have while in prison is the right to not be treated inhumanly. We can’t torture you, we can’t refuse to feed and water you, and we can’t prevent you from getting medical attention for true medical issues. We don’t have to provide you with education, television, radio, print media, socialization, or anything else that is considered a luxury in the outside world. This is what confinement means. restriction or limitation within the boundaries or scope of something. to lock somebody up in prison. Incarceration captivity detention internment
We don’t owe you anything. We provide you with a lot of things. All for free might I add. Therefore we damn sure don’t owe you a sex change operation and hair removal. It’s not a violation of your rights because we don’t give you HBO. Just because the fruit punch and mashed tators aren’t to you’re liking, that doesn’t constitute a violation of your civil rights. So sorry that you’re going to have to satisfy your new ‘owner’ with your male bits intact. If you really want the change start fashioning surgical tools out of toothbrushes and soap. And the suck it. I hate you.

Man convicted of groping Minnie Mouse at Disney
ORLANDO, Fla. (AP) - A 60-year-old man has been convicted of groping a woman in a Minnie Mouse costume at Walt Disney World.
John William Moyer of Cressona, Pa., told the judge he is innocent. His son said before sentencing that his father would never inappropriately touch a woman.
He was convicted Tuesday of misdemeanor battery and sentenced to write the victim an apology, serve 180 days probation and complete 50 hours of community service. Moyer must also pay $1,000 in court costs and possibly undergo a mental evaluation.

The victim says she had to do everything possible to keep Moyer's hands off her breasts.
Have you ever seen mouse boobs? C’mon. They’re way too tiny to grope. This is just another example of mice trying to make it rich quick. This lawsuit is just dumb and should have been dismissed. I bet Mickey put her up to this. He has a ‘cheese’ problem. And I’m not talking about the orange kind. The kind you can get in Plano for any middle or high school kid. I bet he’s got Minnie turning tricks after the light parade every night. Poor little Minnie. Can you imagine her having to take some gross nasty old fat guy behind Epcot Center. Tears rolling down her face all the while having to keep that goofy looking grin on her face? (No goofy pun intended.) What happens when she can’t turn enough tricks in the night? Does Mickey slap her around? Rough her up a bit back in the Magic Kingdom Castle while Snow White, Daisy, Ariel, Jasmin, and all the rest look on? Does anyone step in? Where’s Pluto, Donald, Huey, Dewey, and Louie? Wait, I hear they were the ones dealing the cheese. Those 3 have turned out so bad. I bet Walk is turning in his grave right now. If he’s really dead. I heard they froze him. Did they? Watch my Discovery special on the 23rd of September to find out.

Jeers!

My favorite part of the Star Telegram is the Cheers and Jeers section. It’s often a reminder of how dumb people really are.

Jeers: To the van rental company that substituted a 12-passenger van for a 15-passenger one without notifying us ahead of time. We had reserved a 15-passenger van three months in advance to take kids to summer camp. We had three sad children when there weren’t enough seats and they had to go home instead of to camp.
- Really? You made 3 kids stay at home because you couldn’t fit them in the van? No one had a car they could have put them in? Why didn’t you check out the van before you left the rental facility?

Jeers: To the three bad girls who assaulted me on the 400 block of Freestone Drive in Euless on June 26. While trying to steal my purse, you purposely broke my glasses! Your mothers must have raised you better.
- Ohhh, you bad, naughty girls! Oh, by the way…all you other would be muggers, there’s going to be a lady you can’t see on the 400 block of Freestone Drive in Euless. Should be an easy mark. Enjoy.

Jeers: To the city of Fort Worth for not having a Fourth of July fireworks display. Thousands of people were waiting by the Trinity River. Some traditions should always continue, and this is one of them.
- Yeah Ft. Worth! What are you thinking? You should lay off more city workers so you can pay for a bunch of exploding balls of color. Forget the recession, lets make pretty colors in the sky.
- By the way, ya moron…The advertisement for the fireworks display stated that it would be held after the Ft. Worth Cats game. (See below for more on that.)

Jeers: To Fort Worth’s Fourth for the delayed fireworks display. We left at 11:30 p.m. and still no fireworks. I realize that it was advertised as fireworks "after the Cats game," but why couldn’t the game have been paused? If the Fort Worth Symphony Orchestra can play a concert with fireworks going off over it, why couldn’t the Cats continue to play with fireworks overhead?
- Darn you Cats! How come you can’t play baseball with loud bangs and bright lights zig zagging across the sky? What? There’s a hard ball being hit and thrown well over most legel speed limits? Oh, and one of those balls hitting you in the head could possibly kill you? Nevermind. I’m dumb,
- Larry Thompson? Are you my old preacher? Weird.
— Larry Thompson, Fort Worth

Jeers: To the man who set up his laptop in the North Richland Hills Don Pablo’s on July 8. It was disrespectful to those sitting at his table. What was more important than spending an evening out with family or friends? Cheers to the waiter who was creative enough to place drinks and food around this impossible human being.
- What is it of your business what he was doing on the laptop? How was it bothering you? Maybe his family, friends, or even work associates were well aware that he was having to work during dinner. Possibly even to help make money to pay for dinners like the one they were at. Here’s a tip. Eat your own freaken dinner and don’t worry about the guy with the laptop at another table ya dill.

Jeers: To House Speaker Nancy Pelosi and her cronies for raising the minimum wage 70 cents per hour, which will increase unemployment, especially among our teenagers, and raise the price of our junk food.
- WHAT?!!!! I don’t even get this one. So if we keep minimum wage lower unemployment will stay down? More importantly, a lower minimum wage will keep the prices of our junk food lower? I’m going to shoot myself over this one. I really hate the person that wrote that.

Jeers: To the KDFW-TV Channel 4 (Fox) weather department. No rain was forecast on July 23 and I got soaked at an outdoor shooting range. No rain forecast on July 24 and I got soaked riding my motorcycle to work. Only weather forecasters can be wrong all the time and still keep their jobs.
- That’s where you wrong Brad…Politicians can be wrong all the time and keep their jobs. The thing is Brad…weather forecasting is educated guessing. It’s not an absolute. It never will be especially in Texas. If you’re over the age of 10, which I assume you are seeing as you own guns and a motorcycle, you know that the weather in Texas is always changing and could change at any given moment. So don’t blame the weathermen and women, blame yourself lack of independent thinking. I hate you.
— Brad Stafford, Burleson

Sanctimonious SOB

I've decided that I like the phrase 'Sanctimonious Son of a Bitch'. It just sounds good to me. Rolls off my tongue when I say it. (You can replace son of a bitch with piece of shit. That sounds pretty good as well.)

sanctimonious
–adjective

making a hypocritical show of religious devotion, piety, righteousness, etc.: They resented his sanctimonious comments on immorality in America. Most Christians look down, sanctimoniously at other religions.

For example: Let's say you spend 2-3 nights a week at a casino, losing money that could probably be better spent elsewhere. You find this to be ok. Yet, you feel that your daughter's decision to get a divorce is the worst sin every comitted. Let's say you also find that her being hit by her older - larger brother to be ok as well. This makes you a 'Sanctimonious Son of a Bitch'.

Happy Friday!

This from the 'That's just gross desk and a little sad':
Ala. city drops lewdness charge against woman, 81
MOBILE, Ala. (AP) - City officials want to dismiss a public lewdness charge against an 81-year-old woman accused of urinating in a public park when she couldn't make it to a bathroom.
Municipal prosecutors in Mobile filed a motion Wednesday to throw out the charge against Lula Mae Battle. The request came amid a public outcry over the arrest of Battle, who suffers from incontinence problems.
"Thank you, Jesus. Glory, Hallelujah!" Battle told the Press-Register newspaper after learning of the city's motion.
Battle has said she was at her bank, next to Bienville Square in downtown Mobile, on June 3 when a teller refused to let her use the bathroom. Battle tried to make it to a public restroom across the park but couldn't get there in time.
The woman lost control of her bladder as she walked, so she ducked into bushes next to a small building. But the building was a one-room police substation manned by a cadet, who called for an officer and had her arrested.

I like Rocky Road.

Bye.

Ok. There are some things in life that just make me giggle. This is one of them. Found on Gordonkeith.com http://www.wearefishermen.com/home.html

George Sodini walked into a LA Fitness Club on Tuesday night, turned off the lights in a "Latin Impact' exercise class and then open fired, killing 3 and wounded 9. His online diary explained his 'exit plan' and the reason behind it.

"Women just don't like me. There are 30 million desirable
women in the US (my estimate) and I cannot find one. Not one of them finds me attractive," the 48-year-old computer programmer lamented. -AP

This picture was taken from online diary which the above excerpt was taken from. Not a bad looking guy. Obviously there were some mental issues going on which most likely was the underlying reason he could never close the deal with the girls he met. Some guys just don't know how to work. I've seen some guys who should have no problems at all picking up women totally blow it as soon as they open their mouth. I've also seen guys who shouldn't be able to pull anything out of a bar take home a different girl every weekend.

This picture is also George Sodini. Why the mustache? That doesn't help matters at all. Now he just looks like a creepy old guy offering free breast exams out of the backseat of his car. Lose the the lip fur. What's with the 1990 shirt from J Crew? C'mon. You can do better than that. Just look at the other picture. Now I don't really want to kick a man while he's down, or dead in this case, but it looks like Mr. Sodini put on a few lb's since the above picture was taken. Maybe he should have gone to the gym a little more often.

The last entry he posted to his blog:

"August 3, 2009:I took off today, Monday, and tomorrow to practice my routine and make sure it is well polished. I need to work out every detail, there is only one shot. Also I need to be completely immersed into something before I can be successful. I haven't had a drink since Friday at about 2:30. Total effort needed. Tomorrow is the big day.
Unfortunately I talked to my neighbor today, who is very positive and upbeat. I need to remain focused and absorbed COMPLETELY. Last time I tried this, in January, I chickened out. Lets see how this new approach works.
Maybe soon, I will see God and Jesus. At least that is what I was told. Eternal life does NOT depend on works. If it did, we will all be in hell. Christ paid for EVERY sin, so how can I or you be judged BY GOD for a sin when the penalty was ALREADY paid. People judge but that does not matter. I was reading the Bible and The Integrity of God beginning yesterday, because soon I will see them.
I will try not to add anymore entries because this computer clicking distracts me.
Also, any of the "Practice Papers" left on my coffee table I used or the notes in my gym bag can be published freely. I will not be embarrassed, because, well, I will be dead. Some people like to study that stuff. Maybe all this will shed insight on why some people just cannot make things happen in their life, which can potentially benefit others.
Miscellaneous:
1. Probably 99% of the people who know me well don't even think I was this crazy. Told by at least 100 girls/women over the years I was a "nice guy". Not kidding.
2. Lee Ann Valdiserri had my baby in early 1991. Haven't seen her since she was about four months into it. I knew her sister, Chris, from high school.
3. Net worth slightly more than $250K, (after all debt) as of end of 2008.
4. Death Lives!"

So that's always fun.

In other fun news. Lynette 'Squeaky' Fromme will be release from prison this month. Who is this Squeaky person you speak of? You ask. Miss Fromme was/is a Manson follower, who was not involved in the Helter Skelter murders, but was arrested, convicted of, and sentenced to, 60 years in prison for an attempted assassination on then president Gerald Ford. She will be released from Ft. Worth's very own Carswell Federal facility on August 16.

I've been given the title of 'Comedy Speed Bump' at the show, which actually works out pretty well for me. It gives me the go ahead to try and say anything outlandish in order derail something. And as we all know, derailing is funny. Ecspecially when there's a group of speical kids on the train. See what I mean...

And now for a photo break: Enjoy

From the AP: Official: Pillsbury plant employee kills co-worker: Accused states the he was poked in the belly one too many times. (Ok, I made the last part up and it's the reason why I'm known as the speed bump.)

More in the news from the AP. Headline: Man allegedly abused by wife, lovers is arrested

"Four women, including the man's wife and two women alleged to be his lovers, are accused of luring the man to a hotel room in Stockbridge last Thursday before tying him up, blindfolding him and gluing his penis to his stomach. Each is charged with being party to false imprisonment, a felony, and one is charged with fourth-degree sexual assault, a misdemeanor."

Thats just not right. What happens when he tinkles? Yikes. Hope they gave him a snorkel and some eye protection.

Buying an alarm clock is like deciding to committ to a long term relationship. There has to be a lot of trust for the alarm clock. You're counting on it to wake you up day after day without fail. You demand that it stay current, loud, and obtrusive. I'm not sure where I was going with that.

Ok. Done for now. Maybe more later. Seeing as how I'm without my phone today I'll probably be writing to pass the time.