Saturday, October 01, 2005 - Posts

Gay-ly forward, Mickey... It's Manifest Destiny time!

I know I said I wasn't going to post for a while, but I thought I'd share this little tidbit:

I have this neighbor.
He's a decent guy... Kind and friendly and all that.

He has a son who is a year older than Angelina and the kids all have fun together.

Like I said; He's a nice guy... for the most part.

Here's the problem: He's a Native American.
Well... that isn't so much the problem ans he is a Native American and a Christian Minister.
He's even pretty big on the Conservative side.

So he's a fucking race traitor.

Yeah... I said it.

It kills me when I see Native Americans, Black folk, Latinos and others from races whose cultures were raped and ruined in the name of The Church worshipping the Hebrew God who demanded it happen.
Look...
I have no problem with Jesus... He's one of my heroes.
It's the entity manipulating Christian culture I can't stomach.
When you finish a lifetime of worship and service, he will reward you with a place in his kingdom... And with more worship and service.
"Hey Earl! Glad to see you made it to Heaven. Weren't you a Garbage-Man on Earth? What are you doing here these days?"
"I'm a fucking GARBAGE-MAN!"

All I ever needed to know I learned by watching "CONAN The Barbarian" and reading the comic books.
He would take no kingdom handed him as a gift for service, but create his own from sheer will.
The same goes for The Labyrinth.
Watch it and compare Jareth to "The Big Guy in the Sky".

So I'll be having my own kingdom, thank you very much.


The neighbor and his wife (who is the worse of the two when it comes to intolerant behavior) wouldn't let their son play over here for the longest time because they apparently had a problem with our Pagan ways.
Like I said... RACE TRAITOR!

Well... He decided to take the kids to Disneyland today.
Yup... ON GAY DAYS WEEKEND!
And it just happened to have slipped my mind to mention this fact to him the other day.
It honestly did... and I'm glad.

I hope he wears his favorite red "Pechanga" shirt.

It will be the ultimate justice.

posted Saturday, October 01, 2005 11:48 AM by Michael Sarver with 0 Comments

Fuckin' forget it...

So much to say but no will to say it.

Whatever.

I met a guy from New Orleans and his life got entirely fucked over by the hurricane, FEMA (For investigating his fucking claim instead of handing him the cash), George Bush (His No Child Left Behind policy makes it nearly impossible for this guy and his family [all credentialed educators] to get jobs in California right now) and California's bureaucracy.

In other news...

I told the guy in the drive through three times not to put ham on my Breakfast Jack. I pulled up and said "No ham on this, right?"
He said "Uh, let me get you your change." real fast like he was going to rush me off.
I tore open the wrapper and saw the ham.
I threw it back in the window and told him to keep the change. I'm trying to decide if I should feel bad about it or not.
Maybe he was having a shitty day. Maybe his Mom died or something. I know he didn't even try to get my order right and he even tried to pawn it off knowing it was wrong, but it's not like he physically assaulted me or anything.
I'm not usually like that.

Yeah... I know what you're thinking.
Fuck off, OK.
My online persona is a little different than me in real life.

My boss is trying to set me up with a gig somewhere else so he doesn't have to give me a raise.
Whatever...
I don't know how to feel about it.
The money is good but the structure is rigid and the responsibility is the kind that makes you age a whole year in a month's time.
Plus... I really don't see why I can't make that kind of money where I am now.
He's a great guy, but I know he's full of shit when he says he can't pay me.
Oh well..
I locked his keys in the truck again.
On accident... I'm used to locking everything up where I live and he just needs to keep a spare.

I'm going to take a break from blogging for a while so I can focus on other things.

I will update my dream journal because of a commitment of sorts, but I can't update like normal right now.

Besides... It's not like anybody reads this shit.

And before you get all butt-hurt about that comment, let me remind you that you are not just "anybody"... You are "somebody".

Somebody who wastes their fucking time reading the jumbles musings of a... Oh fuck... Just finish the sentence any way you like.


Fucking good-night.
posted Saturday, October 01, 2005 2:07 AM by Michael Sarver with 0 Comments