5.5 minutes with a mad man

Never let this man out of prison

I live where there’s no tv, there’s no radio, there’s no clocks, there’s no electric lights.  The girls carry water, they don’t wear makeup.  They have their babies by themselves.  They go in the shack and squat down and have their babies lying on the ground, lying on the earth.

I don’t live.  I lived in Hollywood.  And I had all that.  The Rolls-Royce and Ferrari and the pad in Beverly Hills.  I had the surfboard and The Beach Boys and ? and Neil Diamond and  Rob Scott and Jimmy Griffen, Elvis Presley and Wesley Bestleys and all them guys.  The Dean Martin’s and the Nancy Sinatra’s and all the ?

“Will you do it to me?  I hear you’ll do it good and all that kind when you come up to my house later?”

So and I went through all that and seen that was a bigger prison then the one I just got out of.  And I really didn’t care to go back to prison.  Prison doesn’t begin and end at the gate.  Prison’s in your mind.  It’s locked in one world that’s dead and dying, or it’s open to a world that’s free and alive.  Drugs, LSD. I don’t consider it a drug.  I don’t consider peyote a drug.  Those are more or less religiously significant: awareness, mind expanding apparatuses that come from the intelligence of the universe.

The reason that the girls liked me was “Hey now! Hey now!  I’m all around you!  Round you.  Hey now up on your heart I can see through you.” (sung) And I played and I sing and they say, “Hey man, you, you got soul  you got soul in that music!  And I said, “Yeah, I play a little bit. I like music.”  And they said, “Man, You’re really somebody!”   And I said, “Oh I am?  I just got out of jail.  I don’t know what somebody is.”  They liked my music. They say, “Man, we want to get you over.”  I said, “Get me over for what?”  We’ll take you down here to Beverly Hills and we want to get you in cause you’re a star.I said, “I’m a what?”  They said, “You’re a star!”  So they took me to The Beach Boys and I went and I got on a surfboard are rode around and I looked.  Jeez, Willy Jean, this is more trouble then what I just got out of.

Now look at yourself.  You got be aware of that.  Whether you like it or not, you got to do things.  You gotta get up and go through all kinds of changes.  Whether you want to or not doesn’t matter. Your whole life is put in your paycheck.  You couldn’t pay me all the money in the world to do something I don’t want to do.  If I’m shoveling the barn you want me to go  (incomprehensible)  “No, no, no, I’m doing something here.  I’m helping this blind man.  I feel better in doing what I want to do.

I did not break the law.  Jesus Christ told you that two thousand years ago.  You don’t understand me.  That’s your trouble.  Not my fault because you don’t understand me.  I don’t understand you either.  But I don’t spend my whole life trying to put the blame over on you, because my cigarette didn’t light, or because something didn’t work right.  Why you want to call me a murderer for?  I never killed anyone.  I don’t need to kill anyone.  I think it.  I have it here.

I don’t need to live in this physical realm.   I walk around in the physical realm.  And I put on the faces and I talk and I play and yackty yack.  It’s just a big act, man.  In the spiritual world is where I live.  I exist in places you’d never even dreamed of.

You talk about, you know, this new physical realm you live in.  Guilty and is he in sin?  How’s your courts guilty?  How many people do you think you’ve hung on the ventilators and the nut wards and forced medication on them?  You see what I’m saying?  You don’t have any idea what the hell’s going on.

If you knew what the hell was going on in your own system, then you’d say, “Now I see what’s creating this. Society’s creating It.  Society’s saying we want these Rambos, we want these killers.  Oh wow man, look at that dude there.  And you got little kids looking in the book.  What are they selling?  In the Sear & Roebuck: Rambo for 12 to 15.  Ki Karate from age 5 to17.  See, you got all your kids out here doing these crazy things now you want to come and say “Charlie Manson is the father of our country. We’re convicting you for being Jesus Christ.  We’re convicting you for being the devil.  We’re convicting you for being responsible for our actions.”

I’m not responsible for anyone’s actions but my own actions.  In my whole life, I have burglarized the grocery store, stole some nickels and dimes, busted open a stamp machine, stolen a few automobiles, and cashed a couple checks.  I’m a petty car thief.

I’ve… been with prostitutes and bums and minors all my life.  The street is my world.

I don’t pretend to go uptown or be anything fancy.  I can, but I find more real in the world that I’m in than I do the tinsel and the real world is what I have to deal with everyday.

Ah, believe me, if I started murdering people, there’d be none of you left.

 

~Charles Manson, live with Ban Abrams on MSNBC

Hubert Michael Jr. continues to seek stay of execution – The York Daily Record

Who the hell is assisting this man in a stay of execution?!  The man knows he is guilty of murder.  He admitted to it.  Just get this waste of a human off the earth PLEASE!  Stop lobbying to keep him alive.

Hubert Michael Jr. continues to seek stay of execution – The York Daily Record.

What I keep private

Anyone ever notice I don’t write about politics?  No blogs on who should be voted as our President.  Just curious to see how astute you are.

Anyway, about that blog on my political thoughts, ideas, and who should run our country…I keep that private.

See, there are things I don’t share on the Internet.

🙂 ~P.

It wasn’t King Solomon, it was the landlord

Such attention!

It wasn’t King Solomon, it was my landlord.  And there wasn’t a baby involved, but a dog.

I knew something was up when he called and left a message, then called again a few hours later.  I didn’t recognize his phone number and was too busy voting to take a call.

He is a wise landlord.  Don’t tell anyone in the neighborhood or at the office that he is evicting my dog Ying.  When I call in protest, he tells me to find out who has a problem with my dog.

I found out that things didn’t add up with the information written in my letter that I showed all but three residents.  I learned that three of her six people that backed the charges of my dog being a nuisance to the neighborhood recanted with personal calls to the landlord himself.

Did these people even sign their names?  Beats me.

Do I care?  No, because my plan of action was no action.  Sometimes that is the most effective and efficient then going off the deep end or seething in anger.  There was no way my dog was leaving me.  The landlord even knew.   But my calling his bluff as he wanted, certainly brought out the truth.

The yards are everyone’s yards.  Get along, talk nice, mind your own business.

I think the message was made clear.  This was his first yard-feud that almost caused “a dog to be collateral damage” as he referred to Ying.  I personally thought of it as a “shit showdown” or “to poo or not to poo, but where is the question?”

Life is never dull and I’m glad this shit is over.

~P.

Halloween 2012

Tesla, Blaine and I had a great time Trick or Treating in Lower Windsor!

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Dear Heather~Trick or Treat!

Dear Heather,

Your absence was noticeable tonight.  Sad your children miss out on trick or treating in their own neighborhood because you can’t handle my presence.  It’s ok though.  John called me Heather and everything!  It’s almost like you were there in spirit.  I told him he really needs to work on getting his woman’s names right.  I found it wildly amusing, but I’m sure you won’t.

Don’t worry, we didn’t stay out late having a good time without you.  Though you not being there made it so much easier to flirt with each other when Tesla and Blaine went to peoples doors.  Heck even our friends at Pizza Town thought John and I were still together.  We did look like one happy little family.  Damn we are good at fooling people…guess that was our little trick of the night.

Someday he might be over me.  But I doubt it.   Expect my presence every year…if you’re still in the picture.

Happy Halloween!

~P.

Writer’s Memo

Writer’s Memo:

I love to write and do so almost daily in my blog.  My subjects range from college essays, being a mom, divorce, and life in general.  I have short stories, poems and photographs on my blog and try to make each entry unique and engaging.  Most people don’t realize how deep my faith in God runs.  I don’t push my beliefs on people, nor do I bark about them in person.  But on my blog I am free to express myself however I would like.  I show no fear on my blog and let no comments upset me.  God and I are tight and I am keeping it that way.

My biggest struggle is to continue focusing on the present when I think the future will be ending soon.  The borrowing money for student loans, making holiday plans and especially dates in the year 2013 are frustrating.  I don’t want to or expect to be earth bound after December 21st 2012.  My friends poke fun at me.  So do my sons, now both adults.  Jokes aimed at my religious beliefs are just their way of giving me a “hard time.”  I don’t get upset or mad.  I just laugh along with them.  How can I laugh when they are making fun of me?  Easy.  If I’m wrong, I continue with life on December 22nd.  If I’m right, I’m in Heaven with my maker testing out my new wings.  I’ve always wanted to fly.

~P.

(Virtual Sinning isn’t Cheap Advanced Composition Assignment)

 

Frankenstorm Flooding 2012

Hurricane Sandy caused serious flooding in York County.  The Conewago Creek was at least three times its usual size.  Roads were closed, lines down, power out.  Hurricane Sandy left her mark.  ~P.

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Virtual sinning isn’t cheap

No, it’s not a good way to start an essay. Ok, over that.

Facebook rules the world in a round-about way.

Yes, I know GOD rules the world.  Please don’t comment to me that I am going to hell, I should be murdered, burned, suffer for all of eternity.  The effect of those comments wore off after the first three.

When you want to communicate quickly, you use Facebook to get your message out fast and as far-reaching as possible.  Instantly, you have just shared something, any bit of info sent electronically across the Internet, has just been released to the entire world.

Hell, even the word Internet is capitalized.  It just became a proper noun and Facebook has become the link around the world that all connects us with God.  There are churches, preachers, priests, pastors and more online.  We all can be friends on Facebook, in fact, friend is now a verb; “Friend me, I’ll accept.”

The ability to touch the lives of people across the world instantly is a phenomenon that no one really talks about.  Facebook is similar to a constantly in motion subway.  People are able to jump on and off at will, with a click of their mouse.  The ability to jump on and off a moving subway car comes at a price.  Once information is shared, it is on the Internet forever.  The good, the bad, the ugly.

Just wait.  I’m telling you right now that on December 21st 2012 the Internet is going to crash.  Maybe permanently!  Imagine a world without the internet.  You can’t do it can you? 

The internet is many things: a link connecting most of the world to each other, a place to gather, a place to share information, a place to proclaim your belief of God (or not) and a place to sin.  So much good, yet always there are the bad things that come from the Internet, meet on the internet, troll on the internet.  The internet is not a safe place.

The Internet is my virtual life.  Facebook connects me with the world and it is God’s filing system.  God knew humans would get smarter than our britches and organize an endless, eternal pulse of energy that relays all our information effortlessly.  Now we are screwed.  

So I proclaim stuff all the time.  I make shit up-from scratch-but I’m serious about God.  That all knowing alien in the sky.  Heck the Mayan’s even knew about Jesus Christ as his name is mentioned inside a ruin site as a returning prophet of the future.  The visiting speaker on campus said that in his lecture in Demester Hall.  That hall was packed to the gills.  Standing room only for the witty speaker and his fresh take on the Apocalypse.

Poor Dale was stuck beside a guy with body odor issues.  The dude beside me kept drifting off to sleep and even had the nerve to snore during this very important (to me) lecture.  If he had become louder with his rudeness, I would have woke him and told him to get the hell out because he was ruining my listening experience.

I have many direct links to the Internet.  The average person has at least one, but most likely, more than one.  In total, I can access the web on: York College campus, my phone as a hotspot and direct link, Dale’s phone, my laptop, my son’s phone, Dale’s office, any McDonald’s, Rutters’, etc.  Short of living in an undeveloped country, the Internet is available to everyone.

I read the sins of many on the Internet.  The stories of murder, rape, child abuse, tragedy.  This world is a disgusting place that causes my stomach to twist into knots.  If God is looking down on us and here to save us, how can life as we know it continue?  Humans have disappointed God in every possible way. When will that change?  Ever?  Please God, take me on December 21, 2012.  I am ready for your call.

Could the apocalyptic signs talked about in the Bible be true and we are nearly at the end of the world?  No one knows but God.  He is the only one who knows the true end of days.  The preparation for the end of days is easy.  Get right with God.  Admit your sins and ask his forgiveness.  The truth will set you free.

Free Internet would be great.  It cost a fortune to have access at home and virtual sinning isn’t cheap. 

~P.