Its a beautiful Sunday morning and Charles Osgood as usual is gracing my tv screen...I love these moments when intelligence and relaxation combine to make the world less abrasive...

Conservative bloggers are angry children who want to take their ball and go home when they lose...why are they not given the gift of logic or compromise?

I forgot to note in my last entry that yesterday, Mother's day, was one of the worst weather days in recent history. It barely made it to the 60's and it was rainy and windy all day. I stayed in and maintained my depression all day...

I woke up early to the movement of Bubba wrapping his leash around the blankets so I let him out so he could bark at things in the dark morning and be happy. He has been sleeping with me the last few nights since Dorothy, because of the approaching warm spring, has left him on the porch at night.
I received an IM from PM this morning about 12:35 am. He is in limbo about his move to Philadelphia. So much sadness he said about the move. It is difficult to pull up stakes and leave kith and kin. I know. I have done it before. But sometimes it has to be done. He wants to talk on google later today. I will tell him then...

I have just returned from the Meade County Court House. Inside that structure there exists collectively the most incompetent, disgusting, mindless, avaristic maggots on the planet. Ethics and scruples are non-existent along with any semblance of intelligence or justice.
The clique does exist, and if one is not in this despicable living tumor-group they are ostracized and handled with the malfeasance of the Praetorian Guard during the holocaust. I n a smaller scale , the powers that be in Meade County are akin to the Himmler's shield squadron in Nazi Germany for their crimes against humanity--in this instance the crimes against the poor, uneducated, and mostly reticent residents of the county, and those not in the ignoble clique.

Proverbs 16:18: "Pride goes before destruction, a haughty spirit before a fall."

Turning into twilight on this eve of shit...less tha 12 h before i submit myself to the slime grubbing and sleaze of the locals...I have to face the dumeroo court tomorrow...maybe for a month I give up to the pettiness of an empty community...

I still cling to the summer of 2003...the summer of my friend, my son, my buddy. It was a time of adventure and fun. Nights of riding bicycles, walking in the moonlight to trees by the pond, the time of Chicago and the city with the tall overlook. And the Louisville football games. The sports show on the local radio was fun with the complex names for the Drew guy; but that faded into the fall and the selling of timber.
I remember the night at the post office when a tabby and orange cat were caught. The orange got away, but the tabby was named "Hamstring". Days later "Skunk" appeared beneath our tire and with "Ozzy" there were three-in the house, which drove me and maybe you crazy.

My dog is barking and I ate after cat...The chicken I had on the couch was eaten by a fat cat who is fed twice a day by a dear lady...I should be so lucky...

I try not to think about the script of life--the dice roll, the affects. I am caught up in my self-made purgatory: struggling to break loose from the quicksand walls. I have found there is no great white hunter wandering through this jungle able to throw a stick to me to climb out from my suffication. My step was wrong when I fell. Now, if only I can secure the strength, I have to find my own limb to pull myself free..