Site news:

The basis of the new blog is complete.

It is uploaded and activated on my server.

It includes a new feature, commenting.

You will be able to talk back directly, with your remarks being published.

Go ahead, make an ass of yourself, but I STRONGLY

advise you not to go too far, as I will be re-enabling IP logging.

I can also disable commenting AT WILL.

I expect to go live in a few days time permitting. I'm a busy man with many resposabilities.

Stand by for more news, and the target URL.

This page will return.

New name.

New look.

More attitude.

Did you like the old blog?

You will like the new one better.

Did you hate it? Did you hate me?

Prepare yourself to be driven to the edge of whatever it is you define as sanity.

Because YOU, dear readers, from the dedicated fans of my writings,

to the dangerously unstable lunatics amongst you,

deserve the very best I can do, and in reflection, the axe

was not good enough, not sharp enough,

not ballsy enough.

I am going to reach out of your monitor, grip your spleen.

and squeeze.

Hard.

I'm not your enemy. You are.

You waddle through life like a pigeon, noticing very little about your surroundings.

You consume a great deal, but have little in the way of a thankful heart.

You exist in an insular little world, one you created for yourself,

as if you are not a member of humanity, unaware just how fleeting you time is.

Just how badly you are wasting it with greed and pettiness and contempt.

You consider yourself normal, but you go into mental meltdown when the cable TV goes out.

You plot and scheme to secure your own insignificant position in the world, regardless of the damage you do.

I'm going to drag you out of your comfort zone, and into reality.

And often, reality isn't pretty.

So accept this as fair warning.

And check this placeholder page for updates.

It's coming.

If you are capable of thinking,

you might find something valuable

from my words.

If you are not, then you would be advised to stay

away.

The mere illusion that you call a life.

might be disrupted by virtue of

exposure to that which is not artificial.

Or you can join me in the present,

for a hard examination of all things,

good, evil, and that which the weak

of will and human spirit refuse to define.

It's your choice.

Your creator endowed you with free will.

Your reactions, your emotions, and your

thoughts about what I say are purely

your own responsibility.

But remember this, shock, dismay, and disbelief are the products of your own constrained mind.

You will never be free until you give them up.

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The human race is very good at treachery and cheating and modifying a position. What people who want to be writers need is to be put in an area that they cannot maneuver out of by weak and dirty play. This is why groups of people at parties are so disgusting: all their envy and smallness and trickery surfaces. If you want to find out who your friends are you can do two things: invite them to a party or go to jail. You will soon find that you don't have any friends."  (Charles Bukowski)

I'd rather be a lightning rod than a seismograph. (Ken Kesey)

It occurs to me that some people will believe almost anything that fits their preconceived notions. (Hunter S. Thompson }

"Mankind is like dogs,- as long as you don't get mad they'll bite you - but stay mad and you'll never be bitten. Dogs don't respect humility and sorrow."(Jack Kerouac)

When we lose the right to be different, we lose the privilege to be free. (Charles Evans Hughes )

I've always been accused of being a cynic. I think cynicism is sour grapes. I think cynicism is a weakness. It's saying "everything is wrong! EVERYTHING IS WRONG!" You know? "This is not right! That is not right!" Cynicism is the weakness that keeps one from being able to adjust to what is occurring at the moment. Yes, cynicism is definitely a weakness, just as optimism is. "The sun is shining, the birds are singing -- so smile." That's bullshit too. The truth lies somewhere in between. What is, just is. So you're not ready to handle it...too bad. (Charles Bukowski)