Posts Tagged ‘joy

12
Jul
25

We love you Ryan

Four years. It is a long time. Longer for some than others. Many of you that read my words understand exactly why I pick that amount of time. Yesterday we got the answer we wanted and like all of you I wasn’t surprised when I heard the word “Guilty”. In fact I felt a large weight come off me as I realized that a part of the nightmare is over. I hope all of you join me today to say a prayer for the Cooper family and all of his friends that miss him every single day. They’ve earned your respect and thoughts many times over.

I don’t want to talk much about the trial because in my opinion she is over. No more thoughts in my head about her as she goes into a dark hole in a prison someplace to live out her days alone. I understand a life sentence. I got one on April 1st, 2002 when I was paralyzed after making a stupid decision to ride a motorcycle I wasn’t qualified to be on. This blog isn’t about me, but I have a point to make so please be patient. It is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to deal with and most likely will be, but I didn’t and don’t have to do it alone. I was blessed to have family and friends “walk” beside me every step of the way for the last 23 years and without them this life sentence would be truly unbearable.

When Karina murdered Ryan (I won’t type that phrase again ever) she also murdered her relationship with the world. Now she is alone. I take comfort in that thought. She might get a visitor someday, but all of us carry on enjoying a beautiful world, and getting to enjoy the AMAZING children she abandoned for incredibly stupid and selfish reasons. I’ve gotten to know one of them fairly well and he is such an awesome human and truly a strong young man. I call her stupid because how could she not see the amazing blessings she had right in front of her and foolishly threw them out for what?? A dark lonely cell for the rest of her life. Only someone with true evil in their heart could make such a decision and now we can forget all about her.

Please join me in remembering Ryan Cooper as he would want us to. Please block out the evidence of a trial and think about the smiling man with a cold Busch Light in his hand. A lifetime member of the Busch Light Brotherhood that none of us will forget. Please join me in committing to taking care of the children that so unfairly had their lives turned into chaos thru NO FAULT of their own. We will keep Ryan’s memory alive by telling them the stories and memories we have of him as they grow up so that we can remind them daily at how many people on this Earth truly loved their father. It is important we do this.

Please join me in saying a prayer for Aaron and Heather (sometimes known as Ashley – inside joke) who rose to the challenge without hesitation to take care of Ryans family. Many people say they would, but words are meaningless. The language of actions is all that matters in life and A-A Ron (couldn’t resist) stepped up in the most amazing ways imaginable. He is a hero in my book and everything that came out in the trial proved it beyond a reasonable doubt to me.

We have another trial to go thru, but just maybe that dipshit will grow a pair and simply plead guilty like the “egg donor” should have. Sorry (not really) that is mean, but I still have the anger in me even if I try real hard to take the high road. I’ve wanted to write about this for a while and I’m not sure why I haven’t. My only thinking was I honestly didn’t know if I had the words in me, but they are pouring out this AM with ease. I guess I just had to get started. I urge many of you to talk about Ryan often. I know it hurts, but it is important to not let PAIN/EVIL win and make the effort to let JOY come thru. Remember the good times and only let the bad ones live in that cold dark cell she will spend eternity in.

We are the light. We are the joy. All of us together make the world special and beautiful.

Busch Light Brotherhood for life. We love you Ryan Cooper. We will not forget. Ever.

FknBucky

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16
May
14

Beat your dog, and the rest of us will kill you slowly

Murph the early years!!

Murph the early years!!

Oh the joys of having a dog. I love my dog Murphy who gets mentioned in many a blog and truly life would not be the same without her. I remember before I got a dog I told myself that I would never be “that guy”, but fast forward a few years and I’m worse than that guy. I’m all in. I love this freaking animal like she was born of my own loins. Odd visual I know, but I’m trying to make a point here. I worked extremely hard to train her, make her listen most of the time, and let me tell you it has paid off in ways I could never have imagined.

SIDE NOTE: Read the book CESAR’S WAY if you want to train a dog. http://www.amazon.com/s?ie=UTF8&page=1&rh=i%3Aaps%2Ck%3Acesar%27s%20way%20book

I get to take her everywhere with me and with my job traveling is something I do quite often. She rides right on the airplane with me and its awesome. She honestly travels better than most humans. If you have been on a plane lately you’ll know what I mean. Only twice out of hundreds of flights has the person next to me been like “Ooohh you have a dog” in that bullshit tone. Lucky for me the world is still full of kickass people that were more than willing to trade seats with the biggest ass of the year allowing themselves a flight of happiness sitting next to the best dog ever!!

I take great care of Murph and make sure she gets a bath every night before we fly so she smells great and is very clean. I get a lot of compliments on her coat and rightfully so. Takes a lot of work, but Daddy’s little princess is worth all of it. I recently took her to Louisville, KY to visit some great friends (one of Murphy’s best friends actually), hang out with my sister & nephews, and try to kill some shit. I didn’t kill anything, but I did have a blast with everyone there. I was truly sad to leave and hope to get back there very soon.

Upon returning from my awesome trip to KY I noticed that Murphy missed it so much she decided to bring some souvenirs home with her. Ahh the joys of owning a dog. These little Obama voters (because they are blood suckers) hitched a ride back to San Diego with us and what a pain in the ass. I ended up pulling 14 ticks off of her over a period of 3 days. Some of these little bastards are extremely small and really tough to get out. Keeping my delicate flower (because she is a virgin you fools) clean and healthy meant hours of gently combing through her thick fur until I found a bump that shouldn’t be there. Okay now to the point of this ever pointless blog.

I needed to do some follow up as she has some scabs in her ears so I went to the old BING and did some searching. What I found horrified me. What kind of sick bastards let things like that happen to dogs. I’m all for beating children, throwing old people off cliffs, hell I would even eat a cat or two for fun, but what I saw online happening to some of those dogs seriously pisses me off. If you are Micheal Vick like and think the karma police won’t catch you then I pray you are very mistaken. People that neglect or hurt dogs should be strung up in the middle of town and slowly left to die while everyone watches. You fucking suck is what I mean for some of you that need it said a bit more blatantly.

Dogs and animals are the most innocent of innocent. Treating them poorly means you are truly the lowest piece of shit in the circle of life and I hope you get syphilis, suffer for a very long time, watch your junk fall off, and THEN we string you up in the town square for a slow agonizing death. I’ve never given much thought about dogs until I got one and saw firsthand all the personality she has to offer. It is truly a blessing to have this furry friend in my life and I’m grateful for every freaking day I wake up with her big head staring at me.

The world has lots of dogs that need a home and I hope just maybe you read this blog and realize that you are definitely missing out if you don’t have one. The patience, unconditional love, and just all around happiness these creatures bring to your life is something money can’t buy. It’s priceless I tell you, although every trip to the pet store I’m reminded my four legged buddy is an expensive bitch with a taste for the finer things in life. This would include the all meat, made in AMERICA, (Independence, IA) treats called TRUE CHEWS. If you haven’t treated your dog to these yet, grow a heart and just do it.

I love my dog and I don’t care who knows. Deep down in that empty space where Fknbucky is supposed to have a heart you will hear the slight sound of blood flow when Murphy comes around. I thank God for her and hope that one day you will experience what I have. She is the bestest of “man’s best friend” and that is something I wanted to share tonight.

If you suspect someone is mistreating an animal report them immediately. They are scum and deserve all the shit that comes their way.

Enjoy your weekend. I think Fiesta Island dog park is in my future!!

Fknbucky




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