FknBucky

What to enlighten you with today I ask myself.  My lunch hour upon me and thoughts running throughout my head about this and about that.  I have one thought that is stuck in there deep and it won’t go away.  Surprisingly it isn’t healthcare, our government, or the fact that no cares about the future of our country because it isn’t fun to think about.  No it isn’t any of those.  It isn’t about naked chicks, semi naked chicks or even girls with sexy power suits on which I really like by the way.  Something about a woman that is, alright so I have two reoccurring thoughts in my head today. 

Life is funny on the way it takes you from one journey to the next, sometimes gently or sometimes gives you a shove.  When needed it will kick you in the nuts, slam your face into the ground, and then piss on your while you try to catch your breath.  The last one isn’t my favorite, myself personally, I like a slight nudge, but in the end most of us won’t listen until our hair is wet from the piss of life. 

Most of you know my story and if not then I’ll tell you another day.  The complete background isn’t important at this time, but in short I was paralyzed 8 years ago.   I haven’t walked in eight years, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t smiled in those 8 years, in fact it has been quite the opposite.  Somehow I’ve managed to have a  kick ass 8 years although I’m paralyzed from the chest down.  In short it has been a blessing in disguise because of the wisdom and changes it has brought about in my life, but some of you can’t understand because you focus on things that aren’t important.

The reason I bring this up is because some really smart people from Harvard told me Thursday that they figured out how to fix me.  It isn’t finished yet and they have a few years of testing to go through, but they truly believe they got the answer on how to fix a spinal cord with my type of injury.  I saw slides on a computer of how they did it on a lab mouse, and the simplified explanation of how they can administer it to me.  Pretty exciting and goes with what I’ve always thought.  Someday I will walk again no matter how long it takes or what I have to go through to get there.  Anyone that doubts that doesn’t know me.

Hearing this news is exciting but it made me think as well.  Something I do often now that I don’t pollute my brain with drugs and alcohol every chance I get.  Now I only pollute it every other chance I get.  Baby steps.  What is there to think about you might ask?  Have surgery or take drug, get better, walk around smiling like I just had sex with three playmates at the same time and have the video tape to prove it.  Tough visual for some of you and that is why I did it.  I’m still a crazy asshole.

The thinking is “Does this mean I’m instantly happy about everything?”  If after months or possibly years of work I would be able to walk;  am I magically changed to never have a bad day again.  Sounds pretty absurd to be honest and then I thought what about if I spent an hour in super machine and came out with my body completely perfect again, or how it was before I wrecked a bike at 60+ miles per hour. 

There has only been one perfect being and her name is Jessica Alba, and as great as she is, I’d feel a bit silly if I looked like her all of a sudden.  Although I would find myself locked in a room alone for a few days getting to know myself once again.  Wow, really lost track there.  What the hell was I talking about?  Oh yeah anyone have Jessica Alba’s home address? 

So this is the way my crazy brain works.  If I could have my body back to the way it was, and “my problems solved”, then what would I have left to complain, worry, or be sad about?  The answer is plenty of things.  Which also works backwards.  Just because I can’t feel my legs, I’m not running around naked, or I don’t look like Jessica Alba, what do I have to be happy about.  Same answer genius, plenty of things.  We all do.

I’ve met hundreds of people before I was in a chair and hundreds of people after I was paralyzed.  I have a gift of knowing everyone in a room in a short amount of time and I’m not sure where it came from, but I am sure I have it.  Maybe I’m overcompensating because my penis is so incredibly huge that I feel like, ok thats not true either.  Just thought if Jessica read this maybe I should bait her a bit.  Yes I’m a selfish prick, you think this has something to do with you? 

So I can be happy or sad with my legs working and I can be happy or sad without my legs working.  Kind of leaves it up to me huh?  Kind of leaves everything up to me.  I would hate the world to expect me to be sad just because I have a disability, but I would also hate if the world expected me to be happy just because the disability went away.  This is some deep shit, and if you don’t get it by now, you really are a complete fucking moron.  How did you get on my friends list?

Every minute of every day there is a commercial about some drug that will solve your depression, fix what’s wrong with you, or make your life better.  The only way you will have a happy life is to realize there is nothing wrong with it.  You can’t fix what isn’t broken.  You are meant to be you, and when you wake up knowing that, everything else is perfect.  I don’t question every little aspect of life anymore, and somehow I understand parts of it a little more every single day. 

My brain and way of thinking are this way after years of binge drinking, massive drug use, and trying to fit in which never worked anyway.  Somehow the harder I tried to fit in the more I stood out.  I don’t even really know what the point of this blog is.  I just know that I found it extremely intriguing, I have a real opportunity to make my legs work again, but in reality it wouldn’t change anything except how tall I am.  What if you grew two feet over night?  Would you see the world differently or just see the world differently?  That last sentence takes some thought so read it again. 

Fknbucky

I’m at a loss today on all aspects of what I believe and what we should or shouldn’t do as a whole.  I see kids playing all the time and remember what it was like to simply just have this vast imagination and fight make believe warriors.  I would build forts, stock up supplies, and have all of my weapons at the ready just in case some enemies got to close to my all important headquarters. 

The only thing I was 100% sure about was the fact that my little brother wasn’t going down unless I was already dead.  I was there to protect him and as life turns out, years later he was there to protect me, but that is another story.  I’ve seen the good, the bad, the horrible, the wonderful in this planet.  I hope to see much more of it before I’m done here and move on to whatever it is that we do when this body dies.  I personally believe, well if you ask I’ll tell you, but for now I’ll leave that to me.  I’d hate for someone to start saying I’m telling them what to believe in.

We grew up with no real amount of wealth when you measure it by the standards that people are obsessed with today.  Although I didn’t know it at the time, we were one of the wealthiest families on the planet.  We always had clothes to wear, we always had work to do, and at the end of the day we always had plenty to eat.  We even found time to fight off some extremely evil monsters known as big sisters that would try to infiltrate the perimeter.  My sisters are still monsters, but they are far from evil. 

We had a garden, we had hogs, dairy cows, chickens, and what that breaks down to is we had a ton of shit to scoop everyday, and somewhere to put it.  We had apple trees growing out in the horse pasture and I still remember being memorized by the new plastic yellow apple picker dad brought home one day.  The handle was a mile long, to me anyway, and well it was fun for at least 6 or 7 minutes before something else became shiny.  Funny how life changes, surroundings change, but in the end we still run around chasing whatever happens to be shiny.

Something happened on that dairy farm in Northern WI that I didn’t know about until years later.  In fact none of us kids that happened to live there knew about it, and frankly neither did the adults.  They were just along for the ride as much as were.  Not having a clue about what the outcome of it all was going to be, but just taking it one day at a time.  The amount of drama that went on at that little farm next to a town you’ll never know about is amazing.  What is more amazing is how well things turned out.

You’ll never know about the hard days that were spent making sure the kids didn’t know the power was turned off while they were at school, or being the kid that acted like they didn’t know.   You’ll never know about not getting new clothes because your brother needs glasses.  You’ll never know about going to school smelling like the barn because your dad works night and you have to help your mom milk cows before school at the age of nine.  You’ll never know about the lessons of life isn’t fair that one had to learn quick to survive on that farm.   Well I do know about it. 

 Make me special you might ask?  Fucking right it does.  Make me better than you.  Not a chance.  Makes me who I am.  I’m sure you had your own problems growing up and if your parents were worth a shit they taught you how to deal with them.   Here is the real kicker, if your parents didn’t teach you how to face them, then you need to teach yourself.  Grow up and become an adult.  Plain and simple. 

That farm taught all of us many things and hopefully with some words, I can relate to you a tiny bit of those experiences.   Just maybe I can spark a little spot deep inside your head that will cause you to remember your own moments of self discovery.  It was hard at times, but very good at others.  We learned to depend on ourselves when things got really hard, and always had faith that each other would be there when it was unbearable.  Together we could conquer anything and did.  Still do to this day.

What is the point?  The point is we learned to rely on ourselves and no one else.  We found a way when it was needed.  Everyday I hear sob stories on TV about it is to hard, and I can’t do it.  Someone give me some help.  Fuck you.  Life is hard sometimes, it is part of it, and I can’t stress it enough.  You think you have it hard here?  Go kick it in a hut in the middle of Africa for a few months.   I will take the bad days and take my chances before I give my decision making to someone else.  At least when it all goes to shit, I know who to blame.

I hated that farm growing up.  I hated working everyday no matter how wet, how cold, how tired I was.  It didn’t matter what was going on in the world we had to wake up early and go down to the barn and milk the cows.  Every single day I woke up and did what needed to be done.  Ready for something else that might blow your American Idol filled mind?  I still do.  I don’t care what challenge it is that I face today, tomorrow, or even the next day.  I’m going to get up and do whatever I can to make that problem a past problem and move on to the next one.  At no part of the day, do I sit and daydream about how the government can come to my rescue. 

Is this word picture starting to take shape yet?  What kind of person are you?  Is life to hard?  Your problems to big?  Are the things that you face more important than everyone else?  Maybe I should phrase it this way?  Are you to weak?  Has no one ever cared enough about you to sit and wait for you to get up on your own and figure it out?  Do you not care about yourself enough to make that happen? 

If you don’t understand what I’m talking about then you are part of the problem and a part of the reason that we won’t be able to solve it.  The lack of personal responsiblity is the disease and fixing all of these other “symptoms” is simply not going to solve anything.  In the end we will fall down and have no one around to pick us all back up.   It is a cycle that won’t stop until everything crumbles and the world is forced to pick up the pieces.  Score a victory for the weak, and save your sob stories for people that are easily manipulated. 

Fknbucky

The world is a mess and that’s obvious when one stops to take a look around.  Earthquakes, wars, disease, destruction, and certainly corruption is all around, and the 24 hour news channels pump it into your brain all day and all night.  It is easy to get caught up in these massive storms that, let’s be honest,  are truly brewing in the world.   Everywhere you look people are pissing and moaning about this and that.  I could be considered one of them sometimes.  I will admit that I’m constantly wondering how things could be better so I’ll let  you call that what you want.

The truth is and anyone that knows me understands that I am extremely passionate in my beliefs and I won’t bend one way or another just because Gay Bob tells me to.  I understand who I am as a person which is a blessing, I know a lot of people that still struggle to know themselves.  Unfortunately the world confuses people by telling them to just fit in and by doing this so many of us lose sight of who we really are.  Fitting in is boring, not natural and just plain sucks.

We are all different and I’m glad.  You should be as well.   We all have problems growing up, we all have different experiences throughout life and we all have different backgrounds.  How in the hell can you fit everyone into a little bracket with all of that differentness?  The answer is you can’t, you shouldn’t and in the end trying to do so is stupid.  Trying to keep everyone quiet and “in line” is a way to control them.  I’ve never met one person that has said “Bucky I like to be controlled”.  Ok actually there was an ex-girlfriend that….  Wait.  Not going there today.

To keep yourself completely ignorant of what is going on in the world is screaming out “I want to be controlled by who ever is willing to step up.”  That isn’t a good idea.  To overwhelm yourself and think of nothing but the problems in the world means you aren’t in control. You will have no direction and just scream a lot while thrashing around violently.  Kind of like having sex with a gorrilla that really isn’t into it.  I got that analogy from being in traffic court last week except the government was the gorrilla and I really didn’t want it.  Traffic court sucks.

So what is a person to do?  Unfortunately way to many people fall into the first category of wanting to simply blend in with the masses and not be noticed.  Ever seen the Simpson’s when Homer wears a pink shirt?  Damn I wish you did, it completely validates my point right now, but instead I’m going to explain it in detail until you get it through you big stupid head that the world needs your fucking opinion.  Stop sitting around and taking bong hits thinking everything is fine.  It isn’t and only the young (some of us at heart) have the balls, energy, and numbers to grab the helm and get the ship back on track.

You don’t have to do anything.   If you can wake up every morning and say “I like someone else controlling me” while looking in the mirror, please stop reading right now.  Or try this one “I’m too stupid to make decisions for myself.”  My personal favorite “Hundreds of thousands, wait no, millions of extremely brave men and women gave their lives for over 3 centuries for me to have ultimate freedom which I’ve decided to piss away in one generation.”  If you can say these things and feel nothing then please stand up and identify yourself so the rest of us can avoid your loser ass like the plague.

I’m not you, I haven’t had your experiences in life, and I don’t want you to think exactly as I do.   If everyone thought like me the world would be destroyed in less than 60 seconds.  Of course we would rebuild it, say sorry, then get pissed off and kill everything again ten minutes later, but that is who I am.  What we need is for everyone to wake up and take a few minutes everyday to remember who they are, deep down inside, and then THINK what do I truly care about?

Once you understand your core beliefs you will know who you are and what you stand for.  There are some of you reading this right now that have thought twice about who to vote for during American Idol in the last twenty seconds.  That is the most important thing in your life??  I’m writing this because I hear it and see it everyday.   These things are ok in small amounts, but just little ones.  I don’t know the name of any American Idol contestants, Dancing with the Stars, or any of the shit that extremely savy people shove down your throat so that you can stay quiet and uninformed.  I can tell you the bra size of every Miss November for the last 30 yrs, but we aren’t talking about me so moving on…..

Seriously the point is nobody else is going to do it.  You can’t keep starting tomorrow.  I’m not here to carry your dumb ass along, in fact at some point we are going to become primal and cut the dead weight.  Today is a wake up call, the world is changing and it isn’t going to wait on you.   I want to hear your opinions and know how you see the world, but you have to know what they are first.  Don’t just repeat the same bullshit someone else told you thirty minutes earlier, take some time each day and figure out what you stand for.

Then lets sit and have a talk and change the world.  I’m not the smartest guy in the room and I won’t claim to be.  I can’t make the world better by myself no matter how much I would like to.  Having people that have never walked in your shoes make decisions about what is best for you just doesn’t make sense to me.   All it takes is two people, then three, then six, then twelve…  Could be pretty powerful.

Fknbucky

No picture for this blog.  Today is a sad day.  3 weeks ago we had a sad day as well.  Couple of months ago it was a joyous day, but at the same time an extremely sad one as well.  Unfortunately it isn’t even surprising to see evil in the rawest form, in fact we hide from it, thinking that ignoring it will make it go away.    We have thousands of these sad days in our past as a society and yet for some reason the majority of us refuse to speak up and say enough.  In fact most of you sip your morning coffee, maybe shed a tear, and then move on because that stuff is too hard to think about. 

Have any idea what I’m talking about?  Why in the year 2010 with the information that we have available do we still have sex offenders going to prison for a couple of years and then set free to live among our children?  An innocent young lady was just raped and murdered a few miles from my house this week.  It is awful, I can’t imagine the pain her family must be going through.  To have this monster take something so precious and irreplaceable from them in a moment because he can’t control his urges is completely unacceptable.  As the human race we failed this gorgeous young lady, her family, and the worst part is in a couple of weeks it will happen again.

“I don’t want to think about this Bucky.  It depresses me.”  

No kidding, you think I’m stoked writing this.  You think the King family is having a good day?  What about Jessica Lunsford’s dad in FL?  What about the families in Cleveland that had a monster killing their loved ones for years?  What about the young girl in Northern CA that was held captive for 18 yrs as a sex slave?  Or Elizabeth Smart?  How many times does this have to happen?  My vote is never again, but it won’t happen that way.

Some progressive lawyer somewhere is talking about the rights of offenders and that we are obligated to rehabilitate these fuckers.  That word is too nice for them.  I believe that if you hurt a child, certainly in this way, you give up all your rights for LIFE.  My vote would be to kill them.  Let the father of the victim carve their heart out while the next asshole watches on so he sees what is in store for him.  Not mean enough I know, but give me time and I’ll try harder.

All of the above cases the person responsible had a record.  He did it before.  The system let them out and they simply learned to kill the victim so that they wouldn’t talk next time.  Oh I’m sure the law makers will stump around and we’ll make a new law named after the latest victim saying that we have to keep track of these guys and they have to register somewhere, but that shit isn’t working.  The only thing that seems to help is when they do kill or strike again, we know what area to start looking for them.  Well that isn’t good enough.  Just isn’t good enough.

These monsters should never be allowed back into society.  I know that there are more of us than there are progressive assholes that say it is inhumane to treat them badly.  WHAT ABOUT THE VICTIMS??  These people should be locked up for life.  You do one crime against a child and you are finished forever.  Done.  Simple.  Will it stop everything? Of course not, but it will make sure that the people that already proved that they are capable of doing these things won’t be free to do it again.

I’m sick to my stomach thinking about this, but can we please just band together regardless of all the other differences we might have and say NEVER AGAIN. Never again will someone that is already proven to be capable of doing something like this slip through the system and become free to do it again.  One crime, do the time.  If you are guilty of this you will be kept in a prison like environment for life.  I don’t care if they eat lobster every night, watch cable TV, or you put the facility in Nevada and let them have supervised visits with hookers.  JUST DON’T let them OUT to harm kids again.  Like I said I’d rather we kill them, but if I have to compromise then so be it.  I would rather these guys live the high life in a controlled environment than to see one more parent on TV crying and missing a child.  It breaks my heart and it should break yours as well.

I don’t have the answers to this problem, but we need one and now.  Congress is swift to act about saving banks and bailing out car companies, but a child gets brutally raped and murdered and all we hear is how sorry the Senator is.  We will “try” to do better and it is a shame.   This has nothing to do with democrat, republican, independant, or any label that you choose. 

The entire point is these guys feel no remorse and our current system still lets them out.   I don’t want them in my neighborhood.  If you feel that one crime means life is to harsh, then let one of these fuckers stay with you and your family when they get out.  I didn’t think so, you put them in with some poor people in a trailer park somewhere and walk around telling everyone how civilized you are.  Where are you when the 8 year old child is found in a culvert?  If I had my way, you people, would be waiting in the heart line. 

Hurt me once shame on you, hurt me twice shame on me.  Call your senator/congressman and tell them that we won’t wait any longer.  They will not act until we make them.  This is our fault as a society and everytime it happens we will have to continue blaming ourselves for allowing it to.  ONE CRIME-DO THE TIME.  That time is life. 

Fknbucky

51 is a very important number this week.  If you don’t know why you should find a way to kick your own ass and save the rest of us the trouble.  17% is also an important number, and it happens to be how much more of your life that you will no longer be responsible for.    You know that healthcare and everything under that big umbrella is 1/6th of our economy.

So the government which makes NO money whatsoever is going to CREATE a brand new entity to give you, little Timmy from down the street, and captain illegal that shouldn’t even be here, healthcare coverage.  Awesome, everyone will have perfect healthcare and why shouldn’t they, this is America Bucky.  Best country in the world and according to Senator something we should spend a trillion dollars because some lady in FL had to use her dead sister’s dentures that didn’t fit.  Genius.  Let’s throw common sense out the window and run around with sissors.

This won’t cost us anything for ten years so “don’t worry about it” we are told, well actually the taxing starts immediately and no benefits until 2014, but that is just details.  In fact without “creating” this new beauracy our economy is going to fail, up will become down, and AT&T will have good customer service.  The only way to save the American dream is to allow “the man” to run it.  Have I mentioned that we are 14 TRILLION dollars in debt at the moment because “the man” has been steering the ship??

When this is created we will have to make sure an equal amount of brown, white, black, and yellow people get jobs working there.  So it will have nothing to do with how qualified you are, just make sure you have one of each color in each office. Actually it will be two of each color because there might be a patient that speaks Spanish and wants a Korean interpeter.

Obviously doctors are lost without someone from the government telling them what to do, so we are about to fix that.  Thank you President Obama.  Finally someone that listens to the people.  Let me suck on the nipple of your big fat governmental tit.  In fact lets not stop there, extend unemployment benefits indefinately so that I never have to look for a job again.  This way, I still have money in my account and you don’ t have to admit that you can’t create jobs.  Everyone wants to be on welfare right?

“So we can fix everything.  We need healthcare and jobs.  I’ll create a big agency that will handle the healthcare of the peasants.”

“No no don’t worry senator you won’t be subjected to that treatment, just the, what are we calling them today? Oh yeah, the voters will have that kind of healthcare.  We are going to keep a full staff of doctors and nurses on standby for important people like you congressman.  Yes that will be expensive, but hey we have a never ending trail of money.

“What’s that? A never ending trail of money?”

“Oh fuck yeah it’s awesome, we just spend and spend and no one has ever said stop.  In fact as long as we keep the peasants drunk, high, and arguing with one another about Compton Cookouts we will have a money trail.”

Now we have large agency overseeing healthcare, and plenty of diversity in the staff and everyone of them have pension plans, salaries (higher than private sector), and of course full  benefits.  This is great I feel so good knowing that all of these people have jobs and no one will ever go without healthcare COVERAGE in America again.  Wait what?  That’s right–I never said everyone would GET healthcare, I just said you would be COVERED for it.   I mean come on adding 30 million people overnight without adding doctors, nurses, and facilities really helps me sleep at night Bucky.  They are finally covered.

Where will the money come from to pay our equally colored rainbow, oh yeah speaking of rainbows, 20% of them will have to be gay employees.  If we don’t have fags, lezbo’s, and transvestites in there we will be called intolerant by the EMBRACE (not accept) our lifestyle people.  If you don’t embrace the fact that I was born a man, but now I’m a woman and I like suck off hamsters at the stroke of midnight you’re a bigot.  Wow, the real fucked up part is this person has a fan page on Facebook and has found 12 other people that are the same.   You thinking what I’m thinking?  I’ve just identified 13 people in the world making us rethink the whole NOT burning people at a stake thing.   A nice weirdo BBQ is a good way to start off the weekend.

Got side tracked there.  So our equally colored, equally balanced sexual fantasy, and “covering” everyone healthcare agency is in place.  Now, we have to make sure these people get paid, but where do we get money?  Government doesn’t create wealth so we have to take it from those guys.   Ok so just tax the top 5% and they will pass the cost of that tax onto the other 95%.

Um do you think they will notice that we just gave ourselves a shitload of power, promised way more than we can ever deliver, and will fail miserably like we prove over and over again.  I mean the post office runs a 4 billion dollar deficit?  Won’t they put that all together?  We tax their paychecks to pay for stuff like the DMV, but yet, we charge them fees to use the DMV?  You’re right and a genius, we’ll have to charge fees to use our new agency that oversees the doctors so that we can pay the agency to tell the doctor what to do.  Don’t tell them that otherwise those damn voters, ah they make sick, will get all worked up and realize we are taking a huge shit on their heads.

The government says they need to regulate the cost of healthcare.  Great why don’t they let the thousand providers compete directly with each other?  Why don’t they stop letting every dickhead with a law degree screw the system because Dr. Feelgood touched Aunt Mary’s boob while she was high on Percocet and wine from a box.  Put it this way, when the doctor cuts off your right toe instead the left one, you no longer win the lottery.   Maximum payment 100K.

Also when you bring a BS lawsuit to court, you pay all the fees, and your crap lawyer gets a front row seat to the weekend BBQ.     Our system is broken Bucky and  you are a heartless prick.  You are absolutely correct on both points, but fixing the system doesn’t mean build a whole new one containing the Cornhusker kickback, Louisiana purchase, and blowjobs for everyone named Bucky 5 times a day.  If you want my vote thats what it will take.

The government taking control of our healthcare is one sure way to make sure it will never be worth a damn again.  I believe this in my core.  I believe in free market principals and that the private sector can do anything a thousand times better than a government.  Competition keeps it honest and moving forward.  Take that out and it will simply become a big pile of poop.

Fknbucky

I grew up on a farm in Northern WI outside of a town with 688 people in it.  For diversity we had white people with brown hair and white people with light brown hair.  So there wasn’t a lot of first hand experience with any other cultures.  Although later a bunch of Asians moved in and ruined the county.  What I mean is this, when I’m at home I say jacked up things about women, minorities, and pretty much everything on the planet.  Why do I do this you might ask?  To make people laugh, which they almost always do, and to keep smiling everyday no matter what happens.  I’m not afraid to admit that when I was younger I had a racist attitude towards black people that I acquired mainly from my peers at school.  My parents were never racist, although some off color jokes were told from time to time.  I said every thing you can imagine although deep down I didn’t truly believe in any of it.   I only knew two black people growing up and I was extremely good friends with one of them.  I still am up to this day, in fact, I’m the Godfather to her first child.

So in San Diego some frat kids had a BBQ and called it the Compton Cookout.  Yes this is wrong.  First the people in Compton don’t have cookouts they drink forties, sell drugs, and shoot each other.  The freaking out by the school, the PC police, and just the idiots that scream racism everytime someone tries to make a joke is stupid.  It just gets in the way when real shit happens and we really do need someone to make some noise.

I don’t think I’m  racist, but I do say some pretty screwed up things so maybe that makes me one.  Look men (some women) in general say stupid offensive remarks to make their friends laugh regardless of what heritage they are.   The fact that it is so taboo to say anything these days makes it impossible to ever get over the racial barriers that are supposedly keeping everyone but white males down.  How do we solve a problem that no one can talk about?  Bring up race and say the wrong thing and you’re doomed forever.

I mean we all know how well sheltering people from the big bad world works.  Don’t try that, it’s hard.  Don’t talk about that, you might say something offensive.  When did we become so weak minded?  I have a set of balls and I’m not giving them up.  Just because I make jokes with my friends doesn’t make me a racist, it does make me an asshole, but we already knew that.

I do judge people, and I do decide whether I want them to be around me or not, but I make those decisions on their personality.  That is a big word for some of you, and to be honest if you get all worked up over something like the compton cookout it must be because you don’t have one.  People like Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton exist because of racism.  If racism was no more, then they would have to get a real job and work for a living.  So these guys inflate it every chance they get so they can stay important.   Racism is wrong, but so is what they do.  No one should be quick to judge anyone of any color without knowing the facts.

99% of the population aren’t racist scum bags.  It is just a fact, not a real one jackass, but I’m sure its close.  I’m not going to stop saying the word nigga with my friends, and my black friends aren’t going to stop calling white people honky’s when they are together either.  I’ve done a lot of things in my life, but I’ve never treated anyone differently based on the color of their skin.    I have friends of every race and they are all pieces of shit just like me.

We have real problems going on in this country and no one cares.   Whatever color you are you had better pay attention because we are all going down together at the moment.   People that are racist are a problem, but protecting minorities and letting them slide through because the system is to hard doesn’t help them.  We all have hard knocks in life and it is these experiences that make us stronger.  Taking that from people hurts them in the long run.  Entitlement programs don’t solve problems, they create them by creating weak people that don’t learn how to fight back.  Life is tough sometimes and every once in a while you gotta kick some ass to make it.  It becomes that simple.

Meanwhile we allow a very small percentage of people to scare us into not saying anything because it might make us look bad.  Well I’m their worst nightmare because I truly don’t give a fuck.  I’ve had some real serious conversations with one of my best friends who happens to be a black man from Detroit.  He grew up in an area with no white people.    Guess what, he was racist against white people, but by meeting me and becoming friends we’ve opened doors in both of our lives that we didn’t even know existed.

My mere existance on this planet is offensive to some people.  Is saying some of these words PC and the right thing to do.  Of course not, leave it at home, but how are you ever going to break down some walls if you don’t take a minute to stop and look over them.   I’m just tired of the don’t go there attitude.  I’ve went there and moved on years ago, when will everyone else catch up I keep asking myself.

I’ve been blessed to have a friend like Wilson Kramer (nickname) and it opened my eyes to a lot.  We both crossed the lines multiple times in order to understand each other.  I don’t use the word nigga in his company because to do so is disrespectful and I don’t disrespect my friends unless I’m drunk or high on crack cocaine.   Color has absolutely nothing to do with our friendship although we still are both considered racist by society’s standards.  Weird huh??

People that over compensate and are quick to say I’m not racist I have 3 black friends are the problem.  I have friends who happen to have nice tans.  Some people judge me because I’m in a wheelchair.  That’s wrong.  Women are judged on how big their boobs are.  This is RIGHT.  When are women going to stop wasting money on college and just get a great boob job??  Stop the insanity already.

So when things are a joke laugh.  When someone does something really messed up because of backwoods thinking, and its all out racism let’s all get together, and beat the dipshit to death so we can get back to laughing at the funny stuff.  It isn’t hard to get past this and move on.  Racism will always be there until we learn how to make everyone the same color.  Besides sooner or later we all have to band together against the gays.

Fknbucky

So I get home from work and decide to take the dogs out for a walk yesterday.  I’m rushing around the house, to switch the laundry, grab my balls, and make sure I have poop bags.  Yep I’m a real wild guy these days.  I used to make sure I had weed bag, now I don’t leave the house without a plastic poop bag.  What a difference a few years make. 

So I get everything together and I chuck one of my balls out into the yard.  Of course the little dog my roommate named BO-BO just looks at me and it.  In fact both dogs do.  They will chase that damn ball all day and night unless I really want them to get it, like when it’s on a hill and I have to risk becoming a quad to get to it.  When I REALLY want them to pick that damn ball up they sit down next to me staring at me and it like “We see it too”. 

 To make matters a bit more interesting a little old lady in a walker was coming towards me on the sidewalk.  Not at a fast pace dipshit, but I did start thinking she was going to risk death by walking on the slope to get that ball.  A super old lady with a walker versus a cripple in wheelchair to get a ball, as two dogs look on, is just one of the many fascinating moments of life that we all seem to busy to pay attention to anymore.

I decided I had to push up the hill and get it.  Grass is tall and the genius dogs are just watching me with tails a wagging.  I get to the ball, somehow make it up to the sidewalk, and just smile with relief that I didn’t fall out of my chair in front my speedy friend.  The little old lady is watching the whole thing with a huge smile of amazement.  I’m her little crippled hero.  The sun is going down, I have my new friend Helen chatting me up, and my roommate is pulling in the driveway.  So much shit going on and all I want to do is walk the damn dogs. 

When did life get so complicated?  I don’t get it.  I used to worry about who was going to buy me some beer and hopefully find some chick dumb enough to like me for the night.  Within a few moments I’m stressing out and thinking why is this old lady blocking the whole sidewalk and now she is going to start asking me questions.  The first words out of her mouth were simply “beautiful day isn’t it?” I replied “yes”.  She smiled and said that she was happy to say hello and that it would give her something to think about later.

I instantly knew that the next 5 minutes of my precious life were much better spent talking with Helen P than they would be rushing away thinking “doesn’t that old lady know how busy I am?”  She told me “that if she doesn’t get out and walk everyday, one day she won’t be able to.  This woman is for sure in her 90’s and lives alone.  I know what you’re thinking, but don’t waste your time, we already went through her house and took everything of value. 

She offered me some oranges from the citrus trees in her front yard and said she would drop some off next time she was in the neighborhood.  As I get ready for my usual Tuesday night of volunteering at the Children’s Hospital here in San Diego I ask you “what have you done today, this week, this month, this year that qualifies as a complete selfless act for someone you’ve never met. 

No rant today, just a simple message of make the world a better place by doing something.  Stop waiting for someone else to do it and that includes the government.  Get off your lazy ass and find a place to volunteer.  Find an elderly person that just wants to hear a kind voice.  Find something.  I’m not one to boast of such things, but I can say this one time.  If I can do it anyone can. 

Fknbucky

Now if you have worked at a ski resort in CO for any amount of time you are thinking one thing right now.  People from TX are a bunch of morons that talk funny and are full of very stupid questions.  “What do Y’All do with the moguls in the summertime?” Or my personal favorite “Y’All rent those skiboards here?  If you call a snowboard a ski-board you should be locked into a porta-potty and rolled down a hill while it is doused in gasoline and set on fire.  Not mean enough?  You will be locked in there drunk with Nancy Pelosi naked.  I just gave myself the willies.

So what is the point of making everyone from TX angry in my opening paragraph you say.  Well it might have something to do with the fact it is the only state I’ve ever gotten a speeding ticket in.  I had just finished smoking a joint, cracked open my first beer, and was driving about a hundred miles an hour in a large extended super van at ten o’clock in the morning when I noticed the rollers behind me, but that is besides the point. After some extremely smooth talking somehow I rolled out of there with only a ticket for doing 88 in a 70 MPH zone.  Chalk one up for the good guys.  Any one that has been with me when the police catch up with me know that I’m real good in these situations.  The key is to not panic and give it away that you are way more guilty than they know, and gets lots of practice lying to the police while still in high school.   Now years later, I’m much more mature and only drive the speed limit while getting high and drinking beer on the freeways of TX.

Actually when I spent some time in TX it turns out the people there are awesome.  The women are gorgeous and people are super friendly, especially if you are white like I am.  I hooked up with a little cheerleader that was extremely good on the eyes, but my friends that is a story for a different type of website.  Hmmmm enjoying that memory for moment.  Take a break with me.  Ok now that my head is clear back on track.  So once I visited TX and figured out I liked it; what the hell am I talking about?  If you’ve read any of the other blogs I’ve written you should know by now that I don’t even know most of the time.

The reason I said Texas is a dump is because some where in the middle of the Pacific Ocean is a dump the size of Texas.  That’s right out in the middle of nowhere is a place that thousands of square miles are filled with trash that you throw out everyday.  It contains a hardhat with Korean writing on it, a life jacket with little fish on it for a child, and all of the copies of Al Gore’s books on global warming.  I’ve heard rumors about such a place and figured it was just a bunch of tree huggin hippies shooting off at the mouth.  Why can’t hippies shower and wash their hair?  What does smelling like poop have to do with saving the planet?  I tend to listen better when the person talking to me takes the time to brush their teeth first.  Just saying.

No it is much sadder than that because it is completely true.  The currents of the ocean happen to move in such a way that after decades of floating around all of this trash ends up here.  It is hard for some of you to understand that the earth isn’t flat and this isn’t George Bush’s fault, but look it up if you don’t believe me and see it for yourself.  I’m not an oceanographer or a hippie, but I do think this is a disgusting example at how unbalanced humans are with the planet.  Even though we come all this way since burning people at the stake for being witches we can’t understand that when things float away in the ocean they don’t disappear forever.  Don’t get me wrong here, I’m all for bringing back the burning of witches starting with Perez Hilton, but when can we stop using the ocean as a trash can??

The reason you don’t hear about it is because no one has figured out how to tax us to clean it up yet.  Be assured that once they do it will become the next big crisis that Rahb Emanuel won’t let go to waste.  Who doesn’t have a problem with that statement?  Never let a crisis go to waste??  That is like banging the widow at a funeral while she is in jacked up emotional state.  Yeah it is exactly like that and just because you can do it, doesn’t make it right.  Our government not only did it, but they told you about it first.  Way to pay attention genius.

We are all to blame on this one and what can we do about it?  Fuck I don’t know what do you think I am?  I just think everyone should read up on it and then some smart people can figure out how we fix it.  That is what we do as humans.  We screw things up and then we fix it.  If there was no problems then we wouldn’t have any of the achievements mankind has made in the centuries we’ve been around.  How do you think we figured out fire?  Some guy wanted his wife to shut up so he taught her how to cook.  Same goes for dishes, laundry, and blow jobs.  Maybe if we found a way to get quiet women to paddle out and clean up the ocean it will be done in a couple of weeks.

I’m kidding of course, it is going to take way longer than a couple of weeks to clean that up.  It is the size of Texas remember.  My first guess is we should start using things daily that we can wash and reuse instead of plastic and throw it away stuff.  Or make sure any plastic you do use is recyclable and do everything you can to make sure it gets recycled. This is easier than listening to all of the apologies in the last few months from Tiger,  Letterman, and Mark Sanford that suddenly forgot they were married and banged everything that moved near them.  I guess I might have just got my next blog idea.

So the lesson of today.  There are hot cheerleaders in Texas.

Fknbucky

I’ve been told that I might have an anger problem, and this couldn’t be farther from the truth.  I am only angry when I think about certain things.  An example of this would be  my ex-girlfriends, but now that they are resting peacefully in a trunk at the bottom of the lake I can move on.  Ahhh…

So today was a great morning, I woke up, I got dressed, and I took my dog Murphy for a walk.  On this walk she pooped and I picked it up, carried along for a while, and when no was looking I threw it into a trash can next to someone’s house.   My first task of the day is dealing with some bitch’s shit.  When did I get married?  My guess I won’t be anytime soon with this attitude. 

I then drop off the pup and drive into the office.  Not literally although I think about it every morning.  Just hit the gas and crash some glass.  It’s an office building with big glass doors.    Be way better if it was hit the glass and crash some gas.  That would refer to smoking crack out of a glass one hitter and driving fast.  Yeah sure you knew that….  Just rereading that gave me a headache. 

Regardless today is a good day.  They are all good days.  The way I get through life is taking the things that are the most painful and find ways to laugh at them.  I’ve found that anything is bearable if you can just laugh at it.  Unless you have a really small penis then laughter isn’t what you want to hear.

I understand that it isn’t easy to laugh when everything is screwed up, but I’ll tell you this, when you learn to laugh at the lowest part of your day, you’ll be able to smile at anything.   Think about it.   I happen to think politics and what the government is doing is important.  Haven’t always, but the last decade has been shit.  It is still shit.  We are 12 TRILLION dollars in debt.  We can’t afford to not pay attention, it is that simple. 

I have other things that are important to me including friends, family, and skinny dipping with super models.  The last one is more of a goal really, but it is an important one.  So don’t get to wrapped up in the daily grind of things and allow yourself to start believing everything that is written, spoken, or shoved down your throat by Jon Stewart, Bill O’Rielly, and Dora the Explorer. Little bitch with her let’s learn Spanish time.  Speak English or die. 

I’m going to enjoy my day as I always do.  This blog thing is wonderful for me and I’m going to keep it up.  I’m going to be angry, happy, sad, and make fun of people and stuff a lot.  I hope that I piss some of you off.  I hope I make some of you laugh.  I hope that some of you read my blog and say that man is seriously fucked up in the head.  I hope that you feel something because if not you are dead.  

So don’t be just another face in the crowd, don’t be quiet, don’t be someone that has no opinion.  Hell even if it is wrong scream it out.  How else will you learn what is right if you don’t take the time to debate something?   Maybe just maybe you will find the freedom of being yourself, laughing at pain, and find the joy of helping others do the same.

Fknbucky