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North Korea does not exist because of China’s, “There…there, now” policies.

North Korea exists because the US and back in the day, the “Comrades” took merely 10 minutes to divide the Korean peninsula to appease both the US and the “Commies”.  It’s called the, “38th Parallel”.

10 minutes.

Talk about adding insult to injury to a country that was destroyed by the Japanese.

The North eventually became a perversion of Socialism and the South became a perversion of Democracy.

What I am trying to say here is that unless you really have done your homework, shut up, listen, and learn.

The fact that even Koreans and Korean Americans don’t even know this part of their history is shameful, period.

Wanna really flip your world?

Try to define, “Han”, what and how it means to the Korean Culture.

If you don’t know or aren’t getting the spank by now, seriously, just stick to your cubicles.

Ciao, romfers.

If you truly can’t do it, then don’t.

After today’s experience re my friend’s dog and his fostering situation, I wanted to jump into the volcano of cleanliness so that my clothing and flesh were burnt of all dust and dander and filth.

It was DISGUSTING.  The house, the balls of fur, the literal bowls of fur placed on the bookshelf and the dried shit on the wooden floors.  Not to mention the dried pieces of shit in the backyard.  That is not composte. That is literal dried feces, you lazy POS.

Loving and care taking are not simple gestures.

They require activeness, awareness, and fucking hell, GROOMING!

Have you even touched your foster pet without a thick film of filth on your palms?  Try washing your hands afterwards, you might as well have coddled your own crap as the colors run the same under the tap.  It’s shameful and inhumane.  It’s gross and endangering to everyones health.

THE DOG BROKE HIS HUNTER’S CLAW AT THE NERVE ENDING FOR GOD’S SAKES!

Just because a dog does not cry out in pain does not mean that they aren’t in pain.  Just because they can’t bathe themselves, doesn’t mean that they don’t need to be bathed.  Just because they wag their tails does not mean that all is well.

Do your jobs and take care of your fosters.

YOU should know better.  

Would you like to be unbathed for a month or more?

Would you like to be unable to groom and clip your bits/nails as they pose harm and damage as you run around and chase?

Lots of people are animal lovers.  But only a few actually are “responsible” animal lovers.  To love something requires responsibility and action.  

Pigs may love to lie in their shite, but that doesn’t mean that it’s good for them.

And for you dog owners, get educated.

Prevention is always the best.  If you see, feel, smell, hear, or sense something is not right, then go with it.  

Dogs are OF the wolf lineage.  They are not wolves.  They are domesticated.  They were bred to be “Man’s best friend”.  Therefore, we should be their best friends too.  

How?  

Literally caring for them in every way as they do for us, humans.

Think about it. At the same time, there is a line when it comes to humanizing our non human loved ones.  Don’t project. Pause.  Breathe, Relax and Think.

Remember, if you’re not in control then there’s no way your pet will be so of themselves.  

This is a message brought to you by an imperfect, yet responsible, knowledgeable pet owner who loves to learn, love and share.

Ciao.

Girls, Gals, Babes, Chicks, Ladies, Women, Sweethearts, what have

you-s.

Deal with it, or GTF over it.

I don’t mind the yelling and the cursing, but the WHINING?  You give pigs a bad rap.

And I love my bacon.

Can’t eat your own dish you served?

Find a new occupation.

No one cares, but it’s sad that you’re all strung up, …STILL.

Cut the crap already.

It’s pathetic.

You want a pacifier, go help yourselves, J&J love your types.

Not to mention P&G.  That’s right, you CAN change your own diapers.

Just do yourselves a favor and don’t suck your thumbs into Oblivion.  No one wants to see that shite.

Peace, babes.

It’s been awhile since I’ve written here.

For those of you who don’t know, I’ve been struggling to find steady work in a decent workplace - the boss doesn’t call me an idiot, I’m actually hired to do what I was hired to do, some more, but no less..etc.

I’m 30, feel like the world’s biggest loser, and have the tears to prove it.

Aside from that, I’m fortunate to be at “home” - the fucking funny farm, to have my dog, and to have my lean sanity.

AS someone who has been out of work and has been fervently searching for work, please do not “complain” to your friends about being “busy”.  it makes your unemployed and yet ernest friends feel so shitty.

Be thankful for your workload and for being able to speak about the experiences.

Your “desperately searching for work friends”, envy you and chastise you in their hearts for being so ungrateful.

You know what I mean.

EVERYONE, embrace yourselves and your realities!

It’s never over until the freakin’ meteor hits, and it will!

Hahahahahahaaaa!

Ciao!

“Lovefool”

It’s been a long time.

it would be wonderful to tell someone that I loved that person.

“I LOVE YOU”.

SUCH POWERFUL WORDS.

Do you remember the how it first was, confessing your love for the first time?

Pent up.

Movie.

Popcorn.
(it’s the early 90’s, ‘aight?)

Holding hands, glances, stares, studying each other’s faces.

FAST FORWARD TO ADULTHOOD

1. NO MOVIES

2. NO GLANCES

3. NO SMILES

4. NO STARES, UNLESS IT’S FROM THE ENDLESS POOL OF PSYCHO/SOCIOPATHS

5. NO GENTLE GLANCES AND HAND HOLDINGS, MORE LIKE SLAPPINGS AWAYS.

6. GRIMACE

7. YUCK

8. NAIVE???? YOU’RE SCREWED.  HOLD ONTO IT, JUST DON’T EXPECT IT TO BE RETURNED.

9. THE FIRST KISS:  SIGH, DON’T WE ALL WISH FOR THAT PERFECT KISS…….TURNS OUT TO BE A STINKY SLOBBERY MESS OF SHAT THAT MAKES YOU WANNA BARF.

10. “CAN I CALL YOU”

11. (BARF……….DEAR GOD,…….BARF…..).

12. hahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!

I’m ready to kiss.

Will you kiss me?

My dad…

Tonight he found out that his friend from his native country just became a school principal. 

His friend called my dad all the way from around the globe.

My dad is so moved and overwhelmed with joy.  

You see, in other parts of the world outside of the US, it’s hard to become, “anything”.   His friend who is probably in his late 50’s, “made it”.

His friend had such a terribly difficult life and he and my dad would often eat together at my dad’s childhood home.  

My father grew up in a more modern and affluent household than the many others in his native homeland. His parents, my grandparents shared their wealth with their neighbors and fed everyone in their village.

True story.

My grandmother grew everything in her backyard, pickled it all and just shared the wealth.  
My father grew up with this friend of his and he is so happy that his friend has made it too.

It’s very rare to see my father cry.  Yes, wine does bring out the truth, and my father, as solid as he is, he has such depth and sensitivity.

it really brings into perspective what we all Americans strive for….for the most part, the majority seeks stability and hey, that’s where I am….enough money to pay bills, rent, groceries, and an occasional night out for pizza.

Would I love to have more, if even the above mentioned?  Absolutely yes.

But our world has changed and is still changing….priorities become needs and needs become wants.

What are YOUR priorities?  That glam car?  That fancy home in Vicenza? 

I dont’ know about you all, but I think it’s good to keep the dreams alive, regardless of the present situation we’re all in.

I’m just struggling to make my car payments, get my dog all of his needs/vaccinations/food which I do, I’d rather starve than see him struggle, bills paid, you get it….

We’re living in a living history of the US…for those of you who are in the US reading this.

The American Dream needs to be refined and re-defined.

Cuz right now, ain’t no one dreaming of a white picket fence.

I don’t know where it’s all going, I am concerned, but all I know is that I am safe and for the most part I am sound.

I am poor, but I am blessed.

I gave my father a warm wash cloth for his face, tears dry out the face.

I made him green tea and brought him a huge cup of water for the morning after…wine always dries out the mouth.

I love my father.  He’s my rock of sanity.

i guess that’s why he married my mom who’s a rock of insanity.

Balance is key, but seriously?

He’s been sick for a month plus now…I’m worried…….

Anyways, I’m very happy to share in the happiness of his friend’s lovely fortune.

There’s more I want to write, but for another random day.

I’ll spare you all.

Goodnight.

Hey, Everyone!

Happy Love Day!

I sincerely hope you are all enjoying today.  For those who don’t celebrate this day, I am with you, however this Love day is about Love itself.

Whether you have a mate or not, it doesn’t matter.  I hope that you all do love yourselves period, regardless of having a partner or not! Yes!

Today is my lovely fully overgrown puppy’s 3rd Birthday!  He’s eligible to drink and drive, but I’ll leave that to moi!  Not really.

He got his toys, his symbolic bath for his personal new year, and he is now literally falling asleep beside me upright.  So cute.

I don’t mean to get all sentimental, but being that dogs age faster than us, humans, I can’t help but sometimes whimper a bit that every birthday of his is a “countdown” of his life expectancy and I’m so sorry for putting it like that, …I just don’t ever want him to die or leave me.   I love my dog so much.

All I can do, as I love to do, is to provide for him the best and to continue to look after him and his specific needs.  He’s already 21 now or something like that, perhaps I’m being selfish.

I just really love him and he has been there for me in so many ways, I never could’ve imagined:

1. Service Dog

2. Protector

3. Bestest friend…my Lil Fella

4. My Best Friend and companion.

5. My personal comedian,..he’s so funny.

6. Guard Dog

7. My Lil Helper.

8. My Lil Fella

9. My Sweetheart

10. My Lovely

Hey!  Who knows, I might die before he does!  But that’s a sick point to make and I apologize.

As any decent and respectable and responsible parent would do, you put your kids first.

Well, I put my kid first too, he just happens to walk on all fours and has a handsome and furry face!

And I don’t care nor mind that his needs always come first and that I have to “negate” my “self” finances.

He’s my kid and I love him and G forbid should anything happen to him.

He’s now lying down and sleeping beside me.

I guess I love my dog, I mean with everything I always write about him and the extent, how could it not be so obvious…..

He saved my life.

He continues to save my life.

AS someone who suffers on a daily basis with PTSD, there’s nothing else you can do but cherish your service dog.

Thank you, *****, for being my service dog and best friend.

Happy Valentine’s Day and HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!

I LOVE YOU!

Cat people are crazy.

Their silence/shyness is similar to a heavily medicated patient in a psych ward, bizarre and disturbing….uttering a few words here and there, but just that uncomfortable silence of insanity, like chasing squirrels in their heads or something like that.

Cat people are also neurotic.  Spewing bouts of shit and suffering from bouts of verbal diarrhea, thus losing the other person in the throws of the so-called conversation…..akin to coughing up hairballs, I guess.  It don’t sound pretty, and hell, it don’t look pretty.  They make hoarders and Doomsday Preppers look and sound just swell.

One moment they’re ok, the next moment they want to scratch your eyes out.

Insane. 

Cat people are also intensely paranoid.  Who, What, Where, and How over and over and over contemplating, verbalizing their fears of their neighbors, the market produce, history and how terrible mankind is (as if they just realized how screwed up everything is, are you freakin’ kidding me?), then going on a verbal rampage about your life and how terrible your life is and as the listener, you’re just sitting there…..again….bizarred, and bewildered,  projecting their fears onto you, or at least trying to…..and last but not least, anxiety ridden, you want to avoid them like The Plague.

Absolutely Insane.

There’s more, but I’m tired and I’m trying to focus on the Twilight Zone episode that’s on.

BTW, Rod Serling was one of the hardest working guys in Hollywood ever.

He’d give Seacrest a run for his money if he was alive today.

Serling was incredibly talented and you can read all about him online if you care to. 

I’m sick of eating leftovers, I wish people would stop bringing crap food home because I feel terrible throwing food out, so I eat it and then feel like booboo.

I hate Hawaiian pizza, it’s an abomination.  Please stop bringing that home.

I can’t stand pizza that’s also made out of Ciabatta dough, gross.

Can someone please stop lunching at Sizzlers?  Not good.

Why do we have so many cookies?  Who do you think cleans up the ant problem because of those damn cookies?  I hate killing ants.  They’re honest and hardworking, and smart.  I cry after I have to dispose of the ants.  Spiders, now THAT’S something else.  Give me a lighter and hairspray, you’ve got yourself a homemade blow torch.  That’s how I kill the black widows and their egg sacks.  Gross.  Do you know that in one egg sac, there are more than 300 eggs?  Disgusting.  Let ‘em burn.

BTW, if you’re one of those people who miss an acid trip (not me, I’ve never gone near that shit), you should read Mingus’, “Beneath the Underdog”.   I read it about 10 years ago.  Everything about C Bird Parker and the insanity of the jazz world and MIngus’ world. 

I have to go now.

Thank God no one reads this shit.

ps - Give me a job, goddamn it!  I’m worth it!

pps - RIP Donald Byrd

To the invisible audience,

Hello, nice to see you!

Incase you didn’t know, I have been ill for the past coupla days, but have recovered in the past coupla days.

That being said, I was helping a friend of mine who also was sick by running errands for her.

So I’m in line at the CVS pharmacy line and there’s this grandpa cursing away at the head Pharmacist.

I mean, he’s just going non stop etc, wearing his infantry/military division cap, stars and stripes the whole shebang, you get it.

I felt so bad for him cuz his doctor screwed up his meds and he was trying so hard to get it across to the pharmacist, but hey, the pharmacist can’t do what he hasn’t been told by the docs.

I pick up the meds for my friend, and run some other grocery errands for her and then spend the day chatting with her.

I’m thinking of moving to Vermont.

I have relatives there and it’s really pretty.

I’d move to SF, but I think I’d make more friendships in Vermont.

I love SF, buy people are very “cold” for such a place that is anything but that aside from the occasional weather. But the music……..!

I would like to have a friend whom I could converse with on a myriad of subjects (astro physics, egyptology, history, marine life, fashion, jazz, literature, film!, art, Mingus….god, I’m lonely!)  and laugh/cackle a lot with. Someone who would love going to Farmer’s Market, antique shopping, music shopping (yes, vinyl!), cook with, debate with, share with, do art with, cry with, and lots of hugs.

I’m not talking about a boyfriend.  They’re useless.  They cause me stress and bullshit.  Things I can’t afford now.

I’m talking about a true blue friend of either genders.

Owning a Scottish Castle would be great.

Just think of the tapestries.

Ok. Signing out.

Ciao, Jerkies!