cuz folks still..... just don't give a shit...still
"Hey.....I think I'll copy this pic right here and
wu ..whoa.. what??? WTF??"
Somewhere in the world today a person ran a virus scanner because of my tingly penis. Not a lot of people can type a sentence like that.
cuz folks still..... just don't give a shit
The Complex. (Thank you Brian)
How awesome was Paul Harvey? One of the best story tellers of our time if not THE best.
I was never a farmer but I was taught what an honest days work was.
If there is a singular trait that will increase the odds of success in life it is the ability to work to your limit and then beyond with no mind paid to how much YOU are getting paid.
I have never met a farmer I didn't like. I have met some I didn't have anything in common with and see things other than work differently than, but being with or near someone who's work ethic is on par or greater than mine is a form of "comfort". RESPECT. American or Japanese or anywhere. That...that is fucking work. Your work ethic is a core ..is at the core of who you are in my book and someone who can't work hard has limits...with how close they can get to me. It's why I cut students. I don't want "half assed" near me or my School which is my business. It's a complex but...it's a really good fucking complex.
Brian: "You know what Chris.."
**As I survey a mountain of granite stones 5 meters tall and 20 across...the 1st of 5 such mountains...I'm thinking .."fuck this Brian and fuck YOU"**
Brian: "I'm, I'll just tell your mother we're gonna have to pay someone to do this...nevermind...you can go play or whatever...that's fine"
He had thrown down a gauntlet and I was quick to pick it up. I have never ever put it down and as much as I hate him I love what he did for me. Everything goes back to that moment..that exact moment where I was being called out in a subtle but crystal clear manner.
I was never thanked. I never wanted to be. But nobody was ever going to imply that I can't work till my body gives in...cuz it'll fail before my mind does.
And a personal policy reinforced. Set for life.
Love the song...love the editing...absolutely implausible but it still reinforces the fact that I will never eat horse meat. My Mom rode, raised and loved horses. I ain't never gonna do it.
*both vids are HD quality and should be enlarged
cuz folks just don't give a shit
The picture below looks exactly like the pillars on my street except for the one one my street had giant doors. I have discussed in previous posts that my stories in Japan are very much related to exactly where I am living. This is the perfect little place for me to be honest .The folks on the other side of the moat and gate are decedents of the slave owners. They in many cases became what are now known as Yakuz*. They are my neighbors. This is my neighborhood.
The Mayor..who attended my Summer BBQ asked me what part of the town I was from and I ..I almost laughed (my friend actually did) as he gulped while holding his little girl when I told him. The name was changed years ago but he's the Mayor, he gets the crime reports or whatever and knows this is the place where among other things...one of Japans most famous crime stories and legal precedent setting events touched. The murderer was hiding in the Yukak*. (You-Ka-Koo). Infact the Police who played a bad part in that true story were very good to me.
An important person (now) used to stand at the end of my street and look as it was lit up like a theme park and he was dirt poor and hunted mookago in the woods to eat and live. He was my student for a while...a real salt of the Earth kinda guy and he told me all the things I didn't know about my own neighborhood.
It has been so well washed that a J blogger (a Japanese J Blogger) tried to compile a list of all the registered sites in Japan and his pics of the one in my town were off by 2 streets and he noted he was a bit scared to even be taking pictures. He took one that is of the same club that I had all my trouble in and noted that he wouldn't want to be near here after dark. He's Japanese. And he's right. My School is full of folks who don't know the history because it is carefully protected for the privacy of the folks and outta sheer embarrassment.
If some guy started taking pictures in front of the houses standing there now he or she would be met with hostility. They do not want to be bothered about what their grandfathers and beyond did. I don't blame em'
He is an old nearing retirement aged man now. A Social liberal and Fiscal Conservative just like me and we shared many stories. Learning about my own street and why there are so many ...well lets keep it safe and say that although they drive Benz's and get respect/fear they are shunned by many....behind their backs of course.
.....They politely told her again and again that despite owning the pets she was not in fact able to do whatever she wanted and it was in fact other peoples business. She behaved so erratically that they literally threw their hands into the air and then pounded their fists on the table trying to get her to at least admit the possibility that she was being stubborn in not admitting the appearance was bad...forget the admission... the fact that she wouldn't even allow for that drove them crazy. He said very little. He had black circles all the way around his eyes and I had thought he was a J Goth dude or something the day before? No...he just never sleeps or something? He looks the part and she ...she ....she made him.
I saw the old man with an I'm in charge look and it was after he had heard the commotion. He was surprised to see me. We skipped the cordialities, I was an observer more than anything else. He took over. He always seemed so mild but he's a cop/detective/Chief and he began an impressive display of "Alpha" and wrapped her into stfu mode. He instructed everyone on what would happen and why which came down to her being such a spectacle and so disrespectful and embarrassing that she simply could not be believed... it would be settled between us and a mediator.
And he left.
Japan is getting better.
"Proof" is hard to satisfy and will prevent this case from ever going to court but he is a known commodity now and folks like him go on to bigger and badder things, everyone in the room knew that. His mother was clearly..... fucking wow... you had to be there.
If you were wishing pain inflicted on him I can assure you that it was....it was the reason for all of this.
However, at no point did the mother ever point at her sons face and lay claims against me. What? I was expecting it...the cops were too...this was a show for her. The lady with the nice smile who conned me out of my kitten was in fact a lunatic who seemed to give 2 shits about her son. I was ...almost invisible and irrelevant which is amazing. She has some deep loathing and seething hatred towards the cops that was on full display. SHE saved ME.
Helpful links especially the 1st one.
(from the link above)
Chapter 5: Penalties
1. Any person who is found to have killed or harmed a protected animal without good reason shall be sentenced to a prison term of not more than one year and liable to a fine of not more than one million yen (\1,000,000).
from the comments...me responding to Kathryn
They cannot forward this because she is in need of help from a doctor. Remember it's the boy/cat killer/future serial killer we should be talking about after me admitting what i did but mommy blocked that with her bizzare display and as...I type....this...I realize...she ....might be .....a genius.
He and I got lost under her thunder. She ..... man...she did it again.
I only need one finger..
To count the number of times THIS will occur in my life.
Telling this story when I go back to Hawaii just wouldn't be the same without a pic to prove it...makes no sense..
"I was waved over by a group of 8 adults dressed in ...."
Who were they?
What were they doing?
Thank God for pictures.
Instructiblez Pt 1
And...how to get the perfect score 150 on the Carnival High Striker...every time..
Pic courtesy of Wikepedia:
It is the perfect score...the 150. It is hard to get..which is the way all grand prize achievements are rigged.....shoot all of the red star out with a bb gun...anyone? It's another game with less control than this so ...man..I have heard stories about carnival tricks that have been around since carnivals have been around. The one...the ONE game you can always beat is seemingly the "toughest". It's the opposite...it's the easiest..
I have watched guy after guy much larger than me swing for the fences and the highest besides me was 133. Which is the exact same # as in the pic from Wikipedia. The rigs can be adjusted for entertainment purposes like fundraising or light events but as an attraction at a park that is supposed to suck the money outta every macho wanna be tough guy trying to get the huge___ for his girl it is set hard.
I was either very very strong in Vegas or that thing was set to low pressure. I stopped hitting 150 cuz I couldn't be bothered with the huge stuffed Disney shit which i gave away..all of them to some deliriously happy kids who's dad won a baseball bat shaped balloon cuz he got 130. I wasn't trying to show him up (that never dawned on me until I noticed his less than thankful expression..I'm not a Dad..I don't get the Dad pride thing.. but as a man I do....he got over it I assume, unless he burned the toys after I left?)
Anyway...how to game the game:
You could muscle your way to a Grand Prize maybe but it would take a lot of energy and a unit not rigged to be impossible. This unit is a Daddy pride crusher (I saw some little girls look confused when the staff gently nudged their hand away from the prize shelf.....your daddy didn't win anything Princess.....he doesn't have a penis...come back with a real daddy)...a Macho boyfriends worst nightmare. Nobody was fucking with this thing after trying once. it was giving off 80's and 90's to some big rugby boys.
Tech...to the nique my rice fed meatheaded brothers!
I got a cat that talks back to me now. The girl I was with passed on the gift. My students were laughing their asses off today...it grows on me...like Japan.
Kenneth Michael Trentadue
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Kenneth Michael Trentadue (December 19, 1950 – August 21, 1995) was allegedly found hanged in his cell at FTC Oklahoma during the investigation of the Oklahoma City bombing, allegedly a suicide. Trentadue's family maintains that he was murdered by the FBI themselves and that officials at the prison engaged in a cover-up. Oklahoma City's chief medical examiner, Fred Jordan, said of Trentadue that it was "very likely he was murdered." Timothy McVeigh stated that he believes Trentadue was mistaken for Richard Lee Guthrie Jr., a suspected co-conspirator in the bombing who also died in federal custody, allegedly from suicide by hanging. In 1999, fellow-inmate Alden Gillis Baker volunteered to testify that he witnessed Trentadue's murder, a year later he was found hanged in his cell, another apparent suicide.
I was watching with some interest a documentainment piece done by the BBC because it is a homegrown trauma as seen and produced by another countries media. Another view. O.K., I've got time to see something from another perspective. I remembered the big "Co-conspirator" thing with the media pushing the ball after 22 folks swore they saw Tim with another person. Then it hits (the video) an "O.C.D wtf" nerve and I'm doing a wiki for the dude who got beat to death in prison....and I read what I just made you read...and then I read it again and again until it set in.
A dude commits suicide in jail (sure)...the person they supposed he was also committed suicide in jail (huh?)...and the dude who says he saw the guy who was mistaken for someone else not commit suicide...but get killed...he commits suicide too? (yeah...hold the fuck up...waaaaiiit ...WHAT???)
13:30 Start to 20:00 .....if for no other reason than to say "hmmmm?"
I watched the rest but I'm stuck in a loop between 13:30 and 20:00.
So ......About Kenneth
(with highlights to ..well...highlight the unfucking believability of it all)
Kenneth Michael Trentadue (b. December 19, 1950, d. August 21, 1995) was found hanged in his cell at FTC Oklahoma during the investigation of the Oklahoma City bombing, allegedly a suicide. Trentadue's family maintains that he was murdered by prison guards or another inmate and that officials at the prison engaged in a cover-up. Oklahoma City's chief medical examiner, Fred Jordan, said of Trentadue that it was "very likely he was murdered." Timothy McVeigh stated that he believes Trentadue was mistaken for Richard Lee Guthrie Jr., a suspected co-conspirator in the bombing who also died in federal custody, allegedly from suicide by hanging. In 1999, fellow-inmate Alden Gillis Baker volunteered to testify that he witnessed Trentadue's murder, a year later he was found hanged in his cell, another apparent suicide.
And About Richard....
Richard Lee Guthrie reportedly hanged himself while in custody, a day before he was to give a television interview about an alleged cover-up related to the death of Kenneth Michael Trentadue, also found hanged while in custody
About About Alden...
Alden Gillis Baker, would later give Jesse's lawyer a note describing an incident during which, he said, Kenney got into an altercation with a guard. Eventually, he wrote, additional officers entered the cell, there was "a lot of physical violence going on," he heard "faint moaning," and later the sound of bedsheets being torn. (He would repeat this account in a deposition in connection with a lawsuit brought by Jesse, but a judge ruled that Baker, a convicted robber and sex offender, was not a reliable witness. In 2000, Baker was found hanging in his cell in a California federal prison.)
The Feds house 200,000 prisoners approx.
181-330 died in custody during this time frame. What % is that? What are the odds of 3 people being connected by a common case thread all committing suicide under questionable circumstances?
Yeah....trust your gut.
BTW...about the starting clip.
Despite doing a report in the 6th grade about the report below I still all these years later find folks who think the Warren Report was the final word. Nope. The Committee below was and they left a big door wide open. I was floored in the 6th grade because they were jumping all over Oliver Stone...what? Why? Was his story correct? I don't think he ever said that IT was the story he just said the one most folks believed was not true (no conspiracy)...hell the government doesn't even say that?
Some dude did a book called case closed saying Oswald acted alone. Not even the committee members who heard and saw most everything believe that.
The Committee investigated until 1978 and issued its final report, and concluded that Kennedy was very likely assassinated as a result of a conspiracy. However, the Committee noted that it believed that the conspiracy did not include the governments of the Soviet Union or Cuba. The Committee also stated it did not believe the conspiracy was organized by any organized crime group, nor any anti-Castro group, but that it could not rule out individual members of any of these two groups acting together.
The secretary-general of the joint task force and prime the minister’s advisor, Goshi Hosono, apologized for the delay in releasing the data.
Hosono said the task force withheld the information because some data were based on overly rigorous assumptions and feared it may trigger panic.
When I was 10 I had 2
1. (the blue arrow) marks the spot where I was trick or treating really late. I walked up to that house and the young couple was getting ready to rush out to a costume party and were surprised to see a kid out so late..apparently? The guy had no shirt on and walked out of view and the beautiful 20ish woman walked out from behind the counter and commented on my Darth vader costume.
"Oh it's soooo scary!!" she said as I suddenly realized she had on sheer nylons with nothing under or over them!! I was in love, excited, surprised and a buncha things started running throught my mind. i walked away in an excited daze in the wrong direction thinking I was the luckiest kid in the world.
2. (the red arrow) Because I was so dazed and confused I ended up walking up Fairview rd to go home instead of the easier down hill route. I came up on a house and I could see that someone had left a tray of candy outside and left for a party maybe. My pillowcase was full and I could barely drag it but easy candy was calling....
As i step up the 1st step a scary ghost sound starts and I ran out to the street light but I had left my huge pillowcase behind...SHIT!
I walked back absolutely petrified and when i grabbed my pillowcase of candy i heard the ghost again but noticed a clicking sound too?
I looked under the bush and the guy had setup a motion activated sensor to start and stop the cassette...yeah cassette player (old days) as i was stuffing all the candy on the platter into my pocket because my pillowcase was full (hey it was late) I thought that guy must be cool as hell. I decided to never toilet paper our otherwise harass this super cool guy.
I spend every Halloween thinking of how much he scared me and I try to do the same for some other kid. (Minus the free platter of candy cuz I ain't dumb) How the F___ did he make a motion sensor way back when? ( it was a pressure switch actually) I can do it now using sensor lights jimmy rigged but not with a CD because of the start stop mech is harder than a cassette. I got tricks up my sleave and I'll post a video of my fright fest but I thought I'd pay homage to the stranger who inspired me and the 1st love of my life :)
The woman? She must be 50 now and she can't possibly remember a 10 year old in a Darth Vader suit that caught her 1/2 naked....or does she? Nah!
Abraham ("Ibrahim") is an important figure in the Quran, mentioned in 25 chapters, briefly or in detail. Muslims regard him as a prophet and patriarch, the archetype of the perfect Muslim, and the revered reformer of the Kaaba in Mecca
This is intolerance.
This is intimidation.
This is a fucking FAIL!!!!!