Another Kind Of Baptism

It's funny how life works...

You screwed-up, druggie charlatans that thought that I would just fade away down the road...are in for a really BIG surprise.

Yeah, you know who you are. You want to know where I am, tonight?

I am still in Madras, Oregon. Yeah, I'm still here.

Come find me, you lowlife piss ants...I dare you.

You really think that I don't know what is going on over there?

Fools.

Now you listen to ME and you listen hard:

You have a very slim window of time to clean up your act. And you know exactly what I mean.

Go ahead and ignore me if you want to. The end result of that will just make my day.

You've been given the only warning that you are going to get.

Soon a tsunami of reality is going to come rushing in to meet you. Have fun trying to keep your head above the waterline.

Word.

Beyond The Blarney...

Google gave us such a fancy doodle, today. But I don't think that it is very realistic.

So I painted over it and made one of my own:

We Should Be But We Aren't, Updated

-PHOTO OF A CHILD THAT WAS MURDERED BY ROBERT BALES-






-BOTH PHOTOS:
ROBERT BALES IN MILITARY GEAR-

3/17/12: NEW YORK TIMES: BALES WIFE KEPT BLOG

3/17/12: TELEGRAPH NEWS SERVICE (UK): IN-DEPTH INFORMATION ABOUT MURDERING SOLDIER ROBERT BALES

3/17/12: MURDERING SOLDIER'S IDENTITY RELEASED



"Photographs show at least one child's body partially charred, while a pile of ashes lay on the floor of a room in one of the houses with what appeared to be bloodstains close by."--SOURCE: BBC.COM

This could delay the signing of the Strategic Partnership Agreement," an Afghan government official told Reuters.

3/12/12: ASSOCIATED PRESS: FIRST-HAND ACCOUNT OF SHOOTINGS
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When humanity lowers itself to the animal level of "us vs. them"...then we're all in trouble.

And that is what has happened now...in a rural village in Afghanistan .

There is no mistaking it or masking it...children died.

Even children.

How do we rise above this horrible truth ?

Where are we, as a Nation, really heading?

Look at the above photograph and ask yourself...I mean HONESTLY ask yourself...does this child's death really matter to you?

Does this child's death mean less to you because the child wasn't a United States citizen?

Does this child's death mean less to you because the child existed in Afghanistan and not in Boise, Idaho?

Does this child's death mean less to you because of genetic makeup or religious affiliation?

It's a question that has to be answered...that must be answered...that will be answered by many Americans.

I have gotten to the point where I mentally prepare myself before I open the Google News website. I hope that there isn't another story about a hate-filled shooting...a senseless slaughter.

I've had it with the ballistic insanity both inside and outside of the United States. Our flag, our Country's name and our people should be better than that. We should be.

But when I look at the above photograph, I know that we aren't.

No, we are not.

Ruthie On The Road, Update

Not all truckers are jackasses. But some of them are.

I met a really worthless one the other day. His truck was dirty and his mind was worse.

And that fits right into the fact that he is from Kansas.

I know exactly where that lowlife parks his truck when he returns to that State.

He made the mistake of acting like a total loser after I got into his truck. So I decided to make him real well-known. Now he is.

Oh no, not because I have mentioned him here, in this blog. He's jumped to a higher profile as a result of another communication, entirely.

God bless the Internet.

I hitchhiked out of a pouring, cold rain and took a left turn when I reached Biggs, Oregon.

Now, my greatest concern is my left knee. There is something very wrong with it. It is swollen and sore. It is literally affecting how I walk...which is not very well, right now.

I will post another update when I decide which way to go. See ya, truckers.

May God blow some mud in your eyes.

Move On, Yourself, Mariella

The following is an open post to "Mariella" who contacted me with some housing information. After checking-out everything that "she" sent to me, I have decided to post this response:

Mariella: I don't know who you are. You have never provided me with any valid identification, whatsoever. I really have no way of knowing if you are even a female. You never introduced yourself, instead you just appeared out of nowhere (actually from Arkansas) and started telling me about some housing in Pullman, Washington.

I've never received any explanation from you as to why you've shared the housing information that you have.

And I not only consider your communication (and lack of it) to be disrespectful but also downright insulting.

Do you honestly think that I will follow-up on any of the information that you've sent to me?

I don't do business with some shadow-person off of the Internet.

If you don't put all of your cards on the table then don't expect me to pick any of them up.

And don't tell me how I should sleep or how I should deal with life. You are not in my shoes and you really know nothing about me. Fool.

My tracker has sent me consistent information about where you are sending your comments from:

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whti.net (Network)

216.163.98.# (Townes Telecommunications Services Corporation)

Foreman, Arkansas

33.7146, -94.3731
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So why are you sending me information about housing in Washington State? And who is the "friend" that you referred to who supposedly lives in that State?

I have my own idea about what is really going on here and I want you to know that I haven't been fooled by anything that you've done so far. Nope.

And as for Pullman, Washington...I will say this about that: I was forced to sit outside, all night long, in that city, once.

I want nothing to do with that community. Not now or ever.

And after checking you out, "Mariella", I don't really want anything to do with you, either.