Poetry

ultra nemus
ego sum deus hic
ultra calx
ego sum deus hic
ultra vestri pectus pectoris
ego sum deus hic
ultra infinitio ego habito

Hope you brought enough for everyone.

In the old days (1984 for you youngins), if you ever brought candy to school and the teacher found out, you had to give everyone a piece… for free. What if you did not have enough for everyone? Then you got paddled, and that really ruined your day – no candy and a beating? Shucks. Though not as traumatic as the time your mom forced you to use your own dough to buy refreshments for everyone at the drive-in movie premier of Annie, but still a downer.

Fast forward to the 21st century, everyone must do their part in order to win the war on drugs, even teachers. You won’t be asked to share with everyone, but you will have to face charges for dealing cough drops. harsh, but there is an upside – drugs have huge mark-up. That’s right kids, there is real money to be made on cough drops – up to a buck a hit!  If you buy the economy pack, that is $.95 of profit on each piece. And that is for Halls Vitamin C drops, imagine what you can get for a Smith Brothers Wild Cherry Cough drop! Hell yeah, Grandma,  and a booyah to boot.

Seriously, that teacher is a total pumpkinstone. She’s just pissed because she has a whole drawer full of meds she could have pushed through the school’s Halls dealer network. As long as she was sure no child got left behind, she could have been living the American dream. Instead she turned into a slack jawed little rat that squealed to the authorities. Now she has egg on her face, the school administration looks ridiculous, and the real goods are still easily available in the second grade or on the school bus (I have to admit this is not really a big deal – drinking on the bus has been a favorite pastime in many rural areas for years. My mom, being the frugal person she was, always put the Jack in my thermos – no sense paying retail when you can bring your own. Thanks Mom!)

Blogging is hard

This is hard. I have so much to say and want to get out, but how do you do it  without exposing yourself? Multiple blogs I suppose, kind of like multiple personalities. I can have one for my good side, one for my bad side, one for rants and ravings, one to purge a messed up childhood. But then you have to keep track of all of that, and then it becomes overwhelming and then you stop altogether, which defeats the purpose and you end up blowing your brains out. I wonder if I can have secure sections in my blog accessible only by the select few. That may work. Kind of a backstage off limits area. But there are too many crackerjack whizbangers that could uncover the truth if they wanted to. Better to create separate identities. So I am God here is my bad guy, social commentary, general arrogant jerk who is hot for that chick that leaves comments. Trailboy is the family guy, the activist, everyone can see it, the righteous savior of the world, move the gear and hiking to that as well.  Maybe I should call it I am Jesus Here. Iamadd is my ADD one, that has to be anonymous, maybe even on another blog network, because I am going to unload some shist there. Add One time I to it as well.  Curious, keep pondering. Thoughts from a hottie?

Heads and tails.

I just came up with a new weekly posting – heads and tails. Obviously one is a good thing and the other is an ass – not as in the barnyard or “haulin” sense, but in the “God above, sterilize these idiots before they breed again.”

Heads –This video has some funny moments. I appreciate her attitude and she has a tolerable voice… for a pop star.  Pink

And on the other side of the coin — Some people need to be hit repeatedly with a spiked 2×4. Hey, Richard Minwax, it is not about you. This really only offends me from a child abuse standpoint. If you want to be a half-wit hate monger knock yourself out, but please spare the children. Is it any surprise that Walmart helped them out? Hey, what do you know, this coin has two tails – check out the photo montage of baby names and laws. Hand it to the French, they really do suck.  Adolph cake and French laws.

Ciao.