Archive Page 17

06
Dec
15

Thanks Hawkeyes

IowaHawkeyesHelmetLast night was a crazy one.  I watched everything.  I watched the TV.  I watched the comments on Facebook.  I watched my beer refill itself over and over.  In the end it wasn’t meant to be, but that was one of the most heartfelt losses I’ve ever seen.  Those young players left everything on the field last night.  They did it for themselves, the school they love, and of course every drunken Iowa fan across the nation.

To see the articles about the bars not having enough beer for all the Iowa fans made me smile.  They really had no idea what was coming when Iowa went 12-0.  Send your best and brightest they say, well Iowa did just that.  And then some.  How you going to run out of beer??  You’re a BAR.  You’ve got one job to do.  They forgot about Vern.  You can’t drink all day if you don’t start in the morning!

I don’t watch a lot of college football and usually watch the bowl games or what not when the end of the season comes about.  This season with Iowa going 12-1 was truly something special and every Iowan should be proud of that team.  They accomplished something we see in movies, read about in books, and just plain don’t see all the time.  In this time of big name coaches, 5 star recruits, and schools that sell their souls to have winning football teams it is very refreshing to see a school like Iowa compete and compete well.

They were very close to winning that game last night, and in my opinion proved to a nation that they belonged.  In a game of inches, that was all it would have taken.  To simply stop them a few inches short in what was a truly gallant effort by a defense.  All the headlines are about MSU and that final drive, but what I saw was a group of men that were exhausted, beat up, and yet playing their hearts out.  The defense refused to give up, refused to allow that touchdown, and did everything in the world to stop it only to come up a few inches short.  It was truly inspiring.

So for a state that people talk shit about, a school nobody thought could get it done, and for all the beer drinkers in America that need to recognize I say GREAT JOB HAWKEYES!!  You made your fans happy & proud, but you also made all of us with roots from Iowa proud.  For a whole year Hawkeye fans get to walk a little taller, smile a little bigger, and certainly talk shit to NE, MN, Northwestern, and all the other suckers (Not including WI) they beat along the way.

I watched the game in North Carolina with strangers although I really wanted to be back in Traer with old friends watching and cheering, but like always I made new friends.  Those new friends had a great respect for what that Iowa team had accomplished and it made me feel a sense of pride although I hadn’t done a damn thing.  So as someone that simply loved watching the game and in the end felt some true Iowa pride from it, I want to say THANK YOU to a football team that inspired a state, a nation, and a drunken guy in Charlotte, NC.

FknBucky

26
Nov
15

Thankful

thankful-for2I’m such a thankful person.  Life has a wonderful way of making sure you notice the little things and then humbles you into appreciating them sooner or later.  I’m thankful for my family, my friends, and the good times that we share together.  That’s what everyone says, but now lets break it down.

When everything is going perfect it seems like life just goes on auto-pilot. What truly makes things memorable is when it all goes to shit.  When you get together for the holidays do you swap stories about how great things went when you were kids?? Nope, you talk about all the BS you got into and got away with.  Or didn’t get away with like when your parents came home early, found the house in disarray, and you swore there was no beer.   Only to wake up in the morning and see that LeRoy threw the 2 cases of empties in the church yard across the damn street.  Then there is the time we drank a handle of Tanqueray waiting for Thanksgiving dinner to finish only to get loaded, skip the meal altogether, and keep partying all night.  Just got reminded of that night and had to add it to the blog.

There is a saying that good friends will bail you out of jail, but best friends will be sitting next to you saying “that was so much fun.” There is a sweet mixture of mischief and behaving.  You have to find that balance and if you do cross the line get back to the right side quickly before the police shoot you.  Just kidding today isn’t about all that.  It is simply a reminder to not freak out when things go a bit bad.  It will be an awesome story one day. Be thankful you survived to relive the funny parts with friends years later.  I can only live vicariously thru others as I have always been a perfect angel.

Sometimes holidays are extra hard because people we want to be there can’t make it.  They won’t make it again because God has called them home early.  This is certainly extremely hard, and we can find ourselves thinking there is nothing to be thankful for.  Remember that this is the easiest thankful there is.  You had the blessing to know and love that person causing you to miss them so much.  Be thankful for all the great memories you shared with them.  They are looking down right now, make sure you are living life extra strong and giving them reasons to smile and be proud.

Holidays mean being around lots of children.  Kids are awesome.   They have a way of brightening up a room just by coming into it.  Plus they are good for getting another beer, mixing another drink, and well, nothing else.  They are innocent and should be appreciated.  I am happiest teasing them, teaching them, and of course beating them.  I am thankful for the opportunity to beat children. They deserve it and it is fun.  Kids have a sense of humor.  You should get one as well.

There is a theme to this blog that you may have caught onto. There is one thing we should all be thankful for always and not just one day a year.  What is it you might be asking??  You MUST be thankful for TIME.  You only get so much time.  So much time with those you love, so much time to laugh, to cry, to see the potatoes drop and hear Mom say Fuck.  Those are the memories, those are the times you remember, and those are what should be cherished the most.

I’m thankful for all the people that have been in my life.  All of you have made it an amazing journey this far, and I’m looking forward to making more awesome memories with all of you for many years to come.

Happy Thanksgiving!!

FknBucky

 

P.S. I love great memories.  Share some of yours below whether I was there or not!!

 

 

03
Jun
15

Disability Please…..

empowerment1-500x375So much going on in the world today. I see different stories and think I should blog about that, but then I find an excuse of why I shouldn’t take the five minutes to write my thoughts out. The three people that read this blog somehow make it thru their day without my words of wisdom, but I know it is tough on them. I follow the news closely for the most part, but I’ve separated myself from politics as it was making me too old to fast. The 2016 race is already underway and I simply don’t have it in me to give a fuck just yet.

I’m not going to get political today or at least I don’t have intentions on it anyway. I did however see an article on Facebook about Transability people. As a farm boy from Wisconsin/Iowa I grew up with a particular way of thinking. There is man and there is woman. Man bangs woman and makes little people. Seems simple enough. Well now its 2015 and simple is just not part of the conversation anymore. Its all about gay this and gay that. I personally don’t care who you sleep with as long as it is consensual and among adults. Then there is the whole gay marriage thing which I was very much against for a long time. I’ve changed my views on this in the last couple years simply because I believe that whatever you do on Earth is your business. If there is a being that judges us after our physical bodies die, then so be it. I’m not him so I’m not judging.

Bruce Jenner is now called Caitlyn. Great. He was a man and now he wants to be a woman. Everyone is cheering in the streets and he is being hoisted up as a hero. I don’t know about all that, but again who am I to judge. Do I think it is weird?? Your damn right I do. I don’t get it because I’m not a homosexual or a woman trapped in a mans body so it is weird to me. Anyone that says it isn’t to them is lying and afraid of the PC police crashing their door in calling them a bigot. My door is unlocked and I don’t give a fuck what anyone calls me. I make no apologies for being myself.

Bringing us to the next chapter the transability people. These are people that feel like they should be disabled, but unfortunately their bodies work just fine. Yep these poor bastards have two working arms, two working legs, and everything else is A-okay. My heart goes out to them. What do they do?? Apparently they stage accidents in hopes of becoming amputees or in the best case scenario become paralyzed. How am I going to accept Caitlyn with open arms, but want to punch these other assholes in the throat. Is there really a difference??

http://news.nationalpost.com/news/canada/becoming-disabled-by-choice-not-chance-transabled-people-feel-like-impostors-in-their-fully-working-bodies

So I struggle. Not with the transgender thing as again I’m not here to judge, but I can admit I think it is weird. What the fuck is wrong with a person that they would want to become paralyzed?? I’d trade out in a heartbeat and never look back if they made that possible. How am I supposed to respect this person?? Honestly I don’t and I won’t feel sorry for them. I had/have to dig deep everyday to make a productive life facing the challenges I do, and to have a group of people out there hoping they can one day have this happen makes me realize they are beyond sick. They are fucking idiots. This isn’t a game.

Do we give them disability checks after they accomplish their goal?? I hate the argument about gay marriage that if we allow that then we have to allow someone to marry a cow. It is so asinine that I can’t even take the conversation seriously, but here we are. Who the fuck would have thought anyone, much less a group of people, would want to become disabled?? As someone that personally knows how mentally exhausting it is to go through something like that I can’t fathom why someone would wish for it.

Do we take this perfectly healthy person who decides to stab himself in the spine so he can be a paraplegic because that is what he sees himself as and hold him up as a hero??? As much as I hate the thought of it, I can’t separate it from having a sex change. Both are surgically modifying ones body to fit what that person mentally sees themselves as. Do they qualify for government assistance afterwards?? If you are a lazy person and want disability why not saw your arm off??

I’m not making a judgement here, I’m just putting some thoughts out there. My hope is to get others to think and discuss these matters. They are more important than DWTS or whatever reality show is popular right now. It takes a sick person to WANT these challenges I face daily. What if they decide a year from now that was a bad idea?? There is no going back.

Please let me know your thoughts.

FknBucky

20
Mar
15

Dropping the Cross

What a cross looks like to some people.

What a cross looks like to some people.

I rolled into the children’s hospital after an exhausting day of work. It was Tuesday night again. After closing real estate deals all day, I was prepared to help others find a brief moment of freedom from their troubles. I started volunteering to open a playroom once a week after seeing a need while visiting a friend’s child that became very ill.

Spending time with those kids became my escape for the week. One I always looked forward to without fail. I am a T-4 paraplegic (paralyzed from the chest down) and love spending time with young people. These kids just happen to have had life altering illnesses or accidents. Despite the adult sized problems they faced, these children just needed someone to pay attention to them and make them laugh.

I enabled people in my professional and personal life to see past the wheelchair by showing them the person I am instead of letting them concentrate on the hardware I use. This allowed me to quickly see past any problems those kids had. Opening the large security door I saw a girl standing near the back of the room working on something. After volunteering for two years, this was the first time a patient was in the playroom when I arrived, this told me instantly her situation was special.

The machines are what stood out to most people at first glance. A tall white pole with hooks at the top and four small black wheels on the bottom for balance. Two different IV bags hanging from the top with tubes running into the tiny frail arm that had yet to experience so much in life. The beeping from the blue box shaped monitor that kept track of her vitals like heart rate, blood pressure, and whatever else the nurses needed to know at a moments notice. It was a modern day cross this child had to drag around as a constant reminder that she was not well.

The girl wore Spongebob Square Pants pajama bottoms with a hospital gown covering her top. From the side I could see where the gown was tied in the back exposing bits of skin to the chilly air of the hospital. The air conditioner seemed to never take a break in this Southern California environment. A pink bandana on her head seemed to be decorated with Hello Kitty, but I wasn’t positive and truthfully didn’t care. To know for sure meant I would have had to stare and that wasn’t something I was willing to do. Tied on like a Harley Davidson biker would have worn it, this one covered her balding head that had lost most its hair from months of painful treatments. Plain slippers covered her feet that stood next to the black wheels of that damn IV pole that was never more than inches away.

I wasted no time and went straight up to her. Looking at the table before her, I saw a large piece of red construction paper, about three feet by three feet with what looked to be random pictures strewn about it. I said “How’s your day gorgeous?” A shy girl, beaten down by life and sickness, about twelve years old, struggled to get out the word okay while never taking her dark sad eyes off that table and those pictures. The child life specialist next to her gave me an awkward smile, but I would not be shut out. I came to this children’s hospital every week to make sure these kids could check out for a couple hours, laugh at the crazy guy in a wheelchair, and even if for a brief moment, truly forget the life and death struggle they faced on a daily basis.

I inquired. “Who are the pictures of??
“My brother and me” she replied in a barely audible voice.
“Those are great pictures. Are you at Disneyland??”
“Yes”
“Whom are you making this for??”
“My parents”

I knew I had to work harder to infect her with what I was carrying. I am contagious and giving up was not an option. I rolled closer to her, smiling the whole time, knowing that the positivity and happiness overflowing out of me was exactly what she needed.

“I’m a good looking guy, do you think I could get a couple pictures of me in your collage?” I asked.
She looked up for the first time and looked into my eyes. She saw me looking at her. Not at the machines, her sickness, or her situation, but simply looking at her and cracked a small smile while saying “Maybe.”

She could sense I was being genuine, slowly started to open up, and we began a real conversation about anything other than why she was in the hospital. I asked about this picture and that one pointing to them and waiting to hear the story behind it. Within minutes those sad eyes opened up, showing signs of life and happiness, and soon, filled with the positivity I had shared with her.
“What was going on in this picture?” I would ask.
“We had just rode that rollercoaster and my brother was dizzy so I was laughing at him. He was such a wimp when it came to the fast rides.” She told me.

She would pause from time to time, reliving the moment in her mind, before continuing to tell each story. The ice cream break when she got chocolate and her brother got vanilla, the sandwiches for lunch in the parking lot, and the constant begging for her brother to go just one more time on the rides that he didn’t like so much, but ended up going on anyway to please a younger sister.

The wall she put up to guard herself crumbled. She felt like a normal kid again, forgot about the situation she was in, and let go of the cross she was holding. The machines melted away, the lack of hair no longer mattered, and standing in front of me was a girl. A beautiful girl with sparkling eyes, memories to share, and the courage to ask the obvious question.

“What makes you think you are so good looking??” She asked.
“I um… well I…” For a quick-witted guy I had no words. She got me good there and we both busted out in laughter.

The whole hospital world was gone in an instant while we played with those pictures and told funny stories. It only lasted for about fifteen minutes, but it is a memory that will never leave me.

As the young lady left to have dinner the child life specialist told me it was the first time she had seen her have a genuine smile and truly laugh in months. The brother in the photos had passed away four months earlier of the same disease she has. My heart broke in two. I’m glad I didn’t know sooner. Everyone that looked at this broken hurting body saw this horrible situation instead of a beautiful child that just needed to laugh. It is one of the happiest memories I have spending with another human being.

16
Feb
15

Tragedy

Support them as you never know when you'll need them!!!  Thank you to all my friends and family that volunteer!!

Support them as you never know when you’ll need them!!! Thank you to all my friends and family that volunteer!!

I have this story that I want to get out, but not really sure how to start so I’ll just do as I always do. Write the first things that come to mind until I can get into it. Life is funny in how it all works out. One day I’m 15, I know everything, and then I wake up at 36 and realize I still don’t know shit. How does this happen?? I have no idea, but somehow all the “old” people in my life that tried to explain things to me when I was younger aren’t as stupid as I once thought.

You see the other night my younger brother and I were watching TV when his wife ran into the room and said “I think I just heard an accident.” We all just kind of looked at each other for a moment, but then sure enough his radio went off. He and his wife are on the volunteer fire department in Lower Alabama. She is a trauma nurse in Mobile and he works for a funeral home. Good person to know if you have anger issues.

The radio said a car was in the ditch and my brother left. The accident was only about a quarter mile from us on the highway that runs in front of his house. This is where things get serious and why I had trouble figuring out how to write this out. You see there were four kids in the car that wrecked and they were just out having fun like all of us did many many times before.

There was 2 girls and 2 guys in the car with a boy about 24 years old driving. They cruised by my brothers house and might have been going a bit faster than the posted speed limit, but who isn’t guilty of that. A dog was in the middle of the road and the driver of the car decided to swerve and miss the dog at the last second. This is something that you should never do. Hit the dog. Any of you that know me know I love my dog like a child, but if she was standing in the road and you can’t stop in time, you have to hit the dog. Swerving leads to much worse consequences. In this true story though the driver swerved and lost control. He went left and then hard right ending up in a big grassy ditch.

The grass was wet and no real traction to be had there. This isn’t a movie or a video game. It is real life and shit happens very fast without a warning. That is why you need to pound certain things into your kids heads while you have the chance and pray that they listen. I never listened and I think back wondering how in the hell did I survive?? I never wore my seatbelt and always said “I don’t want live if I’m all messed up.” How ironic is that?? Well this car could not control where it was going and hit a very large cement telephone pole. These poles do not give and the car stopped immediately.

The driver hurt his arm a bit, but was able to get out of the car. My brother showed up a few moments after it happened and described it to me later. The girl that was in the front passenger seat was not wearing her seatbelt. She was ejected from the car through the windshield. He checked her pulse immediately and could not detect one. This is when he got on the radio and said they may need a flight for life helicopter and there might possible fatalities so others coming to the scene would know what to expect. In other words things are very bad. Everyone hurry up. My sister in-law handed me their new baby and raced out of the house knowing she was needed on scene. The boy in the back seat had severe head trauma and was not able to comprehend what was going on.

The girl in the back seat was injured, but not life threatening. I had a very sick feeling while I was holding the baby and waiting for news on what was going on at the accident. The girl who had been thrown from the car started to gasp for breath a few moments after not having a pulse and my brother was there to help her until paramedics arrived. Being in that situation is awful enough, but to be there alone would be much worse. Please remember to support your local volunteers as they are regular people that can instantly be put into very hard positions. The girl was 17, smart, well liked in school and the community, and only guilty of not wearing a seatbelt. She did not live. Her last name was McKinley although no relation to my brother or I.

The boy in the back seat was her boyfriend for the last 2 years and was 16. He was not wearing a seatbelt and after some time passed with the volunteer firemen using the Jaws of life to get him out, he was on his way to the hospital. He and his girlfriend spent 2 hours fighting for their lives. Both of them passed away. There was no alcohol in the car or in anyones system. They were simply out riding around and swerved to miss that dog which cost them their lives. It bothered me greatly as I pass by that pole everyday and if they had been 5 feet to either side they would have missed it, hit some small trees/shrubs, and hopefully have lived to tell about it later.

I wasn’t sure I wanted to write about this, but I felt like I had to. First to get it out of my head as it is the only way I know how, also to help you start the conversation about wearing seat belts, and teach those you love to not swerve their cars. Real life has real consequences and I felt truly sick thinking about those poor parents that were going to be woken up at 2 AM to be told the one thing every parent fears the most. Lives were ruined in a split second. It is truly a tragedy. The boy who was driving the car is in real bad sorts. He can’t get over the fact he was the one driving and if he doesn’t it will certainly kill him as well.

http://www.al.com/news/mobile/index.ssf/2015/01/teen_couple_killed_in_fatal_ca.html

I can’t pretend to know what its like to be in his shoes, but I pray he finds a way to deal with the demons. It was simply an accident and sometimes the only reason is there is no reason. Have the conversation with your loved ones and make sure they understand that seat belts matter, swerving is not your first option, and speed limits are there for the things you don’t see. If you are driving a car make sure everyone buckles up as it is you that will “feel” responsible regardless. Driving fast seems easy when the roads are clear, but when the unknown happens YOU CAN’T STOP. And most importantly tell those around you that you love them every chance you get. It makes you and them feel better unless you’re on a first date. That can make dessert awkward.

Fknbucky

12
Feb
15

Little League Racist

jc2You know you missed me. I’ve had to take a break from the stupidity of the world as I think it was starting to rub off on me. Kind of like when you hang out with the gays. Just kidding you only catch gay when you make out with one. Seriously though I was driving slow in the left lane, squinting for no reason, and seemed to acquire a taste for fish. I was becoming Asian and nothing scares me more. Just kidding I’m deathly afraid of worms. Once you’ve been bit by one, you’ll know the fear I live with daily.

So much is going on in the world today so it is tough to decide exactly what I feel like ranting on, but something really caught my eye this AM and I can’t push it out of my head. Normally I drown all of my intelligent thoughts (disclaimer *I have no intelligent thoughts*) with a bottle of bourbon, but the store is 12 miles away and I’m stuck writing out these thoughts. If I start to ramble towards the end that just means I lost it and decided to drink the box of wine in the fridge. Classy I know, but I’m a man of the people.

Little league is my problem. First of all letting black kids play this white mans sport is the first problem. Ooo that sentence got you fucks in a an uproar. Now this may seem harsh to those of you that claim you’re not racist, but I know when you sit alone you think to yourself “Man I hate the white man”. I thought all this race shit was done with as we have a black president two times in a row. Affirmative action is the real deal.

You see a little place known for tolerance and good times called Chicago has a little league team of all black children. Great you say. Me too. These kids got together, practiced real hard, and ended up winning something to do with little league. Fuckin-A. No problem so far. Well….. You see there are some rules that have to be followed like the kid a few years back that lied about his age. Yeah that was an issue. Well apparently the adults of this young team and district officials falsified a boundary map to include players who should not have been eligible for the group of little leaguers. Why do this you might ask?? I’m not black so I don’t know the answer.

I do know that breaking the rules means, well you broke the rules. I don’t know how much clearer it can be. Now the little league Nazi’s are taking away the hard earned championship and Jesse Jackson says “It brings tears to his eyes”. I think he is crying because these parents got caught like his son. I hope Jesse Jr is enjoying those cashmere capes. You steal campaign money to buy a fucking cape?? WTF??? Did Jesse cry for Lance Armstrong?? Nope. All kinds of people are coming out saying this is so sad to see because it isn’t the kids fault. Bullshit. Those kids have morons for parents and last I checked being a fucking idiot had very little to do with the color of your skin.

If those kids had been white do you think anyone would have given a shit??? Nope. They would be crucified in the press, the parents made out as the morons they are, and Jesse Jackson would still have all his tears. Just because you are a certain race does not mean the rules don’t apply to you. Everyone gets all boohoo over this and for what?? What about the Frederick A. Douglass High School football team of Oklahoma City that got boned on the penalty call a few months ago?? A judge in a court of law even ruled they got screwed and then had these words of wisdom. Sometimes life sucks. I may have altered that quote a bit.

http://www.washingtonpost.com/news/volokh-conspiracy/wp/2014/12/10/should-an-oklahoma-judge-order-a-high-school-football-game-replayed/

Look I’m happy for those kids and they should not let losing a trophy change what they accomplished, instead the parents should sit them down and explain why they are still winners and the valuable life lesson that can be learned by ALL of them. Instead ignorant people cry RACISM, you learn nothing, your parents are stupid, they did some shady shit, and now you get to pay the price.

Fknbucky

P.S. I shed no tears for those kids while writing this blog.

10
Jun
14

Learning to Fail

I wrote this blog, named it, and then typed the title into BING images.  Apparently I'm not the only one with this thought.....

I wrote this blog, named it, and then typed the title into BING images. Apparently I’m not the only one with this thought…..

Obama is right. Not easy to say that, but something needs to be done about all the school shootings. It makes me sad that it happens almost every week for some reason and I’m laying in bed trying to figure what the hell is going on?? Plus I can’t sleep for some stupid reason. Insomnia sucks. I did just have a thought though and figured I’d share some of my wisdom… Jessica Alba is hot. Ha ha. Thats the only wise thing you’ll hear from me.

We are now seeing the “everyone gets a ribbon” generation all grown up. I think there is some good in it, and well who doesn’t want their little Timmy to be happy everyday??? Heres the problem sometimes no matter what you do, what you try, or what you say one day life is going to kick you in the nuts. It happens to every single person on the planet A LOT. Rich, poor, gay, straight, black, white, Mexican — EVERYONE. Wait.. When did Mexican become a color???

So what do you do when everything goes ka-poot?? Less swearing Mom. Check. Thats just it. When we take failure out of kids lives we rob them of the learning experience of how to deal with it. It is just as important as learning how to be a gracious winner, and in fact I believe even more important. Learning to fail is a skill that all great leaders, inventors, entrepreneurs LEARN in life. Look at Abraham Lincoln do you think he would have been the same leader at the time when a broken country needed him so badly had he not had those previous life experiences that taught him so much wisdom??? The best lessons are taught through/from failure so if you never learn how to fail, you miss out on a whole lot. Maybe we are seeing the results of that today. Just a thought..

I don’t have all the answers, but I know taking away the guns of people that didn’t do anything wrong isn’t a good one. I know that the mental problems of these kids are serious and need to be identified sooner or we need to find a way to stop creating these monsters. Parents want to “protect” their kids from all the bad, but sometimes we need shit to hit the fan. Just a little at first so you learn to cope with that, and then as you get older the shit gets thicker. It is going to happen. It just does. Drugs are not the answer either. These anti-depressants scare the crap out of me and many of these people that “snap” are on them. You can’t mess with emotions, but you can learn to control them and use them. All of them.

Just because you can’t get a girlfriend doesn’t mean you kill your 3 roommates with a knife and then go on a killing spree targeting sorority girls. What did this kid get taught growing up?? Think he earned that shiny BMW he was driving??? I’m not pointing the finger at his parents, I’m just sharing a thought. Maybe if he had learned to fail, he would have learned to pick himself back up becoming stronger in the process. You know the old saying “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.”

It is wonderful times we live in. I’d hate to think it any other way. We have computers, I-Pods, a better understanding of different cultures and each other than any other time in history. It just seems that maybe in our lets all have a charmed life attitude we are forgetting something. Bad happens. I don’t know why, but I do know the incredible lessons I’ve learned from those type of events happening in my life. I didn’t give up, I didn’t shoot 30 people and you want to know why??

It’s simple. My parents and family taught from day one to suck it up. That’s not PC Bucky. It’s not supposed to be. Learning to fail is just like every other skill one acquires in life. You have to practice it. You have to TRY to be able to fail so you are learning two things. Just don’t shelter your kids to much as it can’t be healthy. I see a theme in these kids that go nuts. They are wondering where their charmed life is, that was promised to them?? It isn’t reality. The world isn’t perfect and just because you’re here on planet Earth doesn’t mean you are going to fit in. Sometimes it isn’t easy either. You have to work at it.

You make your life charming. YOU make your life great. You. The sooner YOU learn this life lesson the sooner you will let the bad wash off you like water off a ducks back and focus on the good in the world/your life. Thus allowing you to fit into society and help make the world better, not make a headline for 3 days by senselessly hurting people you’ve never even met.

Fknbucky

26
May
14

Truly Honor those who sacrificed so much

God bless our troopsMemorial Day — What does it mean to you??? BBQ?? Beer?? Friends?? Family?? Getting a day off of work??? Do you or have you ever given it any thought??? Do you know what it really means?? Do I know??? I’ve seen the history of Memorial Day or Decoration Day floating around Facebook. Seems back in the day people still had some respect, and I believe deep down many of us still do.

I don’t think any of us that did not go into combat/serve in the military can fully appreciate the emotions that a day like Memorial Day brings out in a service member. Being in the military is like a job the rest of us go to every day in some aspects, but the sacrifices these men and women are asked to make are nothing like what the rest of us do daily. They are expected to pack up, leave their families, and travel anywhere in the world to protect our freedoms. Your freedom to support the president, your freedom to disagree the president, and your freedom to do whatever you want. These people may not agree with your life choices or life style, but they willingly go to protect your right to be free whenever asked. Think about that the next time you call someone intolerant. When is the last time you put your life on the line to protect someone’s right to live in a way you disagree with. Powerful is what I call that.

America is beyond special and I’m damn proud to be an American. I will never apologize for loving this country, I will never apologize for sticking our nose in when human rights are being trampled on, and certainly not apologize to those who wish to do us harm because they hate our freedom. I talk a lot of smack in my blogs because I’m free to do so. I make fun of women, people of color, the gays, the environment, and mostly myself. There are plenty of moments to be serious and act serious in life so I feel it is important to take the time to laugh and throw political correctness out the window, run over it, and flip off its mangled carcass as I speed away laughing. Let loose and join me. It is liberating.

The truth is I don’t hate anyone. It takes to much energy and it is a complete waste of time, but today isn’t about all that. Today is about acknowledging the sacrifice our fellow Americans have made for generations allowing you and me to be ourselves. Is America perfect??? Nope, but damn is it ever great!! Here you have the freedom to learn whatever you want, practice whatever beliefs you want, and live whatever lifestyle you want. This is what so many men and women gave their lives for and we owe them a debt that is impossible to be repaid.

Some lost their lives. We can’t bring them back, but we can honor their memory by using our freedom for more than drunken keg parities on the weekend. Use your freedom to educate yourself, your friends, and your children about current events, politics, and form opinions that come from substance. Read some books, a newspaper, and even some respectable internet articles so you can marry this information with your own life experiences. By doing this you will honor those that died so you would have the freedom to do so. Go ask some North Koreans what they would give to have a small piece of the freedom you take for granted everyday. Watching TMZ and thanking God you got to see pictures of Kimye’s wedding is not paying homage to the sacrifice our military people have made. It does make me want to puke though!!!

I am proud of America and because of our freedoms we are prosperous, successful, and extremely generous. When things go bad in the world the stars & stripes are there to rescue those in need. Rightfully so. I’d much rather be the nation known for charity, tolerance, freedom, and doing right than to be known as say Iran?? The people we pay respect to and acknowledge on days like Memorial Day paid a price for the rest of us to enjoy this reputation. Make sure you take the time to remember that on your 3 day weekend.

It makes me sad/angry that I can’t write this blog without mentioning the absolute disgrace being reported concerning the VA hospitals. Veterans died waiting for treatment which is for lack of a better term “disgusting”. We owe them better. I’m not a fan of Obama, but this is bigger than that. For when Obama fails on this one, our veterans lose and that is unacceptable. Republicans are no better on this as they failed to fix it, bring attention to it, and all of them are to blame, but in my world the buck stops with the leader.

I say let Obama, members of congress, and their families use this healthcare system. Bet it gets fixed real fast. This is exactly the type of thing I was talking about when I said earlier to honor those who paid a price for your freedom by staying informed. If you don’t know the problem, or even know one exists, then how can you even begin to help fix it. In fact your ignorant ass is just in the way of those of us that truly want to make things better. You don’t have the right to be stupid/ignorant. Actually in this country you do, but if you choose this option don’t go saying “support our troops” once a year because it would be a BS statement.

Go up and thank a service member when you see them. I do it all the time when I’m traveling. The smiles and appreciation you get back are 100% awesome and very worth it. These amazing people sacrifice so much. Thanking a service member is just like showing some appreciation to your parents. You don’t have to wait for a holiday, a tragedy, or anything out of the norm. Just walk up and say thank you. Trust me on this one, you will be very happy you did so. Everyone’s day gets better and it doesn’t cost you a dime. Free happiness. Pretty darn cool.

So just remember honoring those who gave everything they had for our freedom means doing more than posting something on your FB page and drinking a 30 pack over a 3 day weekend every Spring. You have to practice your freedom and use it to become the best person you can be. I’m sure those that laid down their lives would gladly take a 2nd chance at it beings you’re too busy to make your life one of substance.

God bless the USA, and God bless our military men, women, and their families.

Fknbucky

21
May
14

Love me two times…..

Lovedtwice.org

Lovedtwice.org

It is evening time and I’m not feeling so great. Must be that super healthy lunch I got from Wendy’s. This is why you should never trust a ginger. That bitch poisoned me. Damn commercials making that food look all yummy. I didn’t get that meal, I got the soggy fries, undercooked chicken smothered in crap bacon with brown lettuce meal. Washed it down with a Dr. Pepper that I had to buy because of those be original commercials. Fine I’m one in a million and now I feel like the Dr took a crap on my head.

So now everyone knows I eat like crap and big surprise now I feel like crap. If only I could figure out what is wrong…. Yep I’m an idiot. Most likely I’ll repeat this mistake and eat some Mickey D’s tomorrow. I’m lovin it!! That’s what I’ll be saying as I’m stuck on the shitter for a few hours. Hmmm that super size me movie just made me hungry.

I read an article about some lady today that made me feel like I actually have a heart. Nice to know it might actually be in there somewhere. She was a new Mom back in 2005 and really wanted to help after the disaster in New Orleans. Imagine that she wanted to actually do something instead of standing in front of a microphone pissing and moaning about how nobody was doing anything. Do you hear that Ray Nagin??? Oh wait you’re going to prison dipshit. June 11th is sentencing day!! Some people do, and some people stand around bitching. Which one are you?? Ahhh that microphone in your hand gives you away.

This lady rocks and I want to spread the cheer today. Plus I think I might have a shot with her. I heard single moms are easy. Wait she isn’t single??? Screw this back to bitching about Obama. ha ha. A couple libs just fired up the “Bucky is a racist” card. Of course I’m racist you dumbass. I’m white. We are all racist. Wait, what the ___ was I talking about?? Oh yeah single moms are easy.

Lisa Klein is a true American in my mind and her story is pretty cool. Wanting to do something, but unable to actually travel to New Orleans she used her brain and came up with a pretty sweet idea. Checking out the old internet she saw that people in shelters needed just about everything and she had an attic full of baby clothes that no longer fit her. This is because adults can’t fit into baby clothes. Someone should tell the high school girls around here because they keep trying. How do parents let their kids out the house like that?? I mean are short shorts even clothing?? They should be called my fucking ass is hanging out, but don’t call me a whore because I’ll get offended shorts.

So my girl Lisa started a website called lovedtwice.org which is not to be confused with lovedtwice.com. Take my advice and stay away from this one. You can’t un-see the things that happen there. I’m a monthly subscriber. Anywho Lovedtwice.org gets baby clothes to families in need. To date she has collected over 100,000 lbs of baby clothes which is pretty darn impressive. By doing this she earned the Mom of the year award in Oakland. Lot of competition up there. I mean Oakland, CA is known for their stable family life… I’m pretty sure if your kids make it through junior high without getting knocked up or knocking someone up, you’re in the running for parent of the year.

100,000 pounds though!! Do you know how many high school asses that could not cover up all the way?? I’m guessing a lot. Look I’m all for a sneak peek once in a while, but can you at least be close to 18 first?? I guess if your life goal is to be on the 23rd season of TEEN MOM then you are doing a great job. Heaven forbid the parents say anything, I mean their little slutbag might not think they are cool… Here is a hint. Teenagers will never think you are cool because they are ungrateful little shits that need to be beaten. You know I’m an expert on this sort of thing because I still act like I’m 15. Never growing up suckers.

ARRR!! Why is the cow upstairs walking around?? Sounds like my ceiling is going to cave in. How am I supposed to concentrate on writing this awful blog with all that banging around. I just found out tonight that stompy up there is a straight up call girl. True story. No you can’t come over, but next week I’ll post her pictures… I seriously need to find a way to stay on topic here, but its not easy with Heidi Fleiss living above me.

Alrighty then. So stay positive my friends and donate some baby clothes. At least this way when your little angel turns 13 she won’t try to wear that shit to school.

http://www.lovedtwice.org

Have a great night!!

Fknbucky

20
May
14

FREE ANDREW TAMOORESSI — YOU CAN & NEED TO HELP RIGHT NOW!!!

BRING HIM HOME!!

BRING HIM HOME!!

Crazy week. Lots of emotions and just plain crazy. I’ve been watching a story here in San Diego that is just wrong. I’ve written about it a couple times, but never published the blogs. Today is the day that I take it to you, and hope you run with it. Being silent is adding to the problem and if I’m known for anything I can’t imagine it is being silent.

This is the story of a wrong turn that went very badly. Can you imagine if you took a left instead of a right and that decision ended you up in jail?? In a foreign country?? I certainly know about bad decisions and ending up in jail, but I think I’ll save that for another blog day. Being in jail is the worst but when you add in some threats of murder, rape, beatings, and other not fun stuff you have a situation that needs attention right now. Unfreaking believable. My Mom told me I had to stop swearing in my blog so I thought I would give it a shot. This inactive reservist Marine is getting screwed by Mexico and it is time to start fighting back. Tell you what Mexico, you give us our guy and we’ll send back every Mexican dirt bag we have in our prison system. Seems like a fair trade to me!!

Want to know the back story?? Good because I’m going to tell you. He was lost, driving around San Diego and ended up at a Mexican border station. I didn’t even know they had those. I mean what do they do?? Give out water to the illegals as they pass by. Pat them on the back and say good luck in Americana?? I used to buy crack down there and let me tell you the roads are really confusing, dark, and not easy to navigate while hitting the glass pipe. These border agents are crooked, messed up, and it really is a crock of crap. Oh I miss my four letter adjectives so much!! ha ha. I have a string of them I’d like to let loose on the Mexican officials causing this.

Andrew Tahmooressi is 25 years old and did two tours in Afghanistan serving this country, serving this commander in chief, and from everything I’ve read did what was asked of him. This man received a battlefield promotion because he showed good judgement and bravery. That’s right he is a true American hero who happens to be sitting in a Mexican jail because our leadership is too busy giving the rest of our veterans crappy healthcare. Oh yeah that’s another blog day, but nice job government. Actually I should say “nice NOT doing your job government”.

So once Sgt. Andrew Tamooressi hit up the Mexican border station he explained that he made a wrong turn and simply wanted to go back to America. He also told them that he had 3 American registered (this means legal) guns in his car. Not unusual as he was in the process of moving and had all his belongings in his motor vehicle. Instead of letting him turn around and go home, calling the American embassy, or doing anything that would actually make sense they took this man to jail. A very bad jail. The notorious La Mesa state prison which is by all accounts is a very bad place to be. His arms and legs were shackled down for 35 straight days onto a bed. I bet they didn’t even wash the sheets first. Disgusting. How can we let them treat this Marine like this??? Why isn’t someone in our government freaking out???

How may Mexicans come across our border illegally daily?? I bet a few of them even bring weapons. What do we do?? Sign them up for welfare, hand them food stamps, and make sure they know how to get free healthcare. Oh and make sure you slap on an anchor baby so we won’t deport them. Is that all true?? Yep sure is. Grow up hippie, this blog needed some racist statements so I can make a point in the next paragraph. Plus my mom won’t let me swear anymore which causes me to lash out. They give our Marine back and I’ll start playing nice. Wink wink.

Why is this guy facing 21 years in a Mexican prison??? It is absurd and somebody in our government needs to grow a pair. NOW. The fact that they are silent about this means they are little punks. I really miss swearing Mom. Okay speaking of racism, you thought I forgot huh, well maybe if we make it about race our COMMANDER IN CHIEF will do his job and take care of our Marine. I mean if this was about a black Harvard professor or say an owner of a basketball team our boy Obama would trample some school kids to get to a microphone. Little ones that are carrying balloons. Seriously what kind of monster tramples little kids carrying balloons???

Random problem: I have a booger on my hand that won’t come off. Don’t you hate that?? Guess its snack time. Problem solved. Moving on.

Lock up one of our Marines and crickets. All I hear is crickets. That is what one of my ex-girlfriends told me once after a very bad performance at a comedy show. She is gone now. She turned lesbian, had a sex change, and now lives in Mexico performing live shows with a donkey three times a day. Ha ha. Maybe she can go visit our Marine?? So Andrew’s Mom (Jill Tahmooressi) has been leading the charge demanding that someone in our government stick up for her son. I have to say it really has nothing to do with party affiliation. We owe this man and it makes me sick that I’m even writing a blog about it. I’ve held back because I’ve assumed it would be handled quickly, but it hasn’t been. He really has been forgotten, pushed aside, and because helping him won’t turn into “votes” these so called leaders ignore it. Its disgusting.

So for us to get the White House/administration to comment on this situation we need 100,000 signatures (currently there is just under 29,000 so we have some work to do) on whitehouse.gov before the end of May. Take 3 minutes and sign this petition. Send it to your email contacts. Post it on your facebook page. If I get 1,000 views on this blog, I’ll stop swearing for year. No Mom you can’t click on the page 1,000 times. I’ve done all the work for you. The link is below, click it, create an account (literally takes 30 seconds), and then help us get our Marine back.

https://petitions.whitehouse.gov/petition/demand-release-usmc-sgt-tahmooressi-suffering-ptsd-mexico-imprisonment/qslJk2Xd

If you enjoyed your freedom today it is because of brave men and women like Andrew who served this country. It is time for you to do your part and help Andrew Tahmooressi regain his freedom. I’ll be disappointed if my friends don’t help with this situation. Post, share, talk about this at work, at church, in the grocery store line. We can help and the time is right now to do it.

Fknbucky

http://www.freetahmooressi.com




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