Everything seems to be going on all at once, on the computer, on the Television, on the radio, the whole world seems to be screaming out into the void where we all live and breath. Everybody has an angle, a cost weighed, a price paid, the whole world it seems is on the grift. Everybody out there has a story, a sidebar, something to offer, something to sell. The psychic friends want to tell you your future, Doctor Phil wants to help you release your inner child. The legal drug trade wants to get you up, get you high, sell you drugs and then sell you out. seems they have a miracle pill for whatever ails you, and even for a few things that don’t. Got erectile dysfunction? they can fix it, they can give you wood with minimal side effects, some may cause bleeding, bloating, blotting, and may even cause you to fart, belch, throw up and your kidneys might explode. But at least you’ll get a woody. But watch out ladies, they haven’t forgotten about you either, they got pills coming out their asses for you too, got a problem? They have a pills for it, as long as you can find some side effects that you can live with, you too can lead a happier, healthier, hornier life, just don‘t forget to read the fine print.

Vote for me, vote for him , vote for her, vote for that, and yes friends you too can drive yourself to the polls in a brand new car, suv, truck or mini van. Can’t afford the payments? No problemo. Just go to your friendly neighborhood banker to apply for your auto loan today, just don’t go to the one that is going to steal that house that you’ve been paying on for the last ten years out from under your nose when they foreclose on your mortgage. They want to make a positive impact on your life, with minimal negative influences. They want your vote, want your dollar, want your blessing. And all with no money down. All you have to do is sign on the dotted line in blood, and pledge your unwavering obedience to the pursuit of the American dream and spend the rest of your miserable life in blissful debt. All while working two jobs, paying for a house, a car and 2.5 kids that make you want to pull your hair out. You work Monday through Friday sometimes in excess of 60 or 70 hours a week, and just when you think that it couldn’t possibly get any worse you find out that your next door neighbor is going to sue you because he found your pet Chihuahua humping his 2000 dollar show cat. And you wonder why you are always so tired.

~Scratch~

I live by the crook of my smile. It is not perfect, my smile I mean. when I look into the mirror it most often seems to drag a little on the left of my face, not a particularly glaring imperfection, but one that I have come to accept. There are others too, my eyes are beginning to droop, I suspect that approaching fifty years of age may have something to do with it. I walk with a slight limp, because of a old hip injury. sometimes my temperament can be a bit trying for other people, and some might think I’m a bit too distant at times. All things that I can work on in times of my own choosing. I see and meet people everyday, that all have imperfections, some more than others seem obsessed by them. Their nose isn’t quite straight, their teeth are a tad bit out of whack, if they are a woman they may even feel that they need image enhancement surgery to fix every little quirk that they have, like breast augmentations. Some ask when I’m going to get my smile fixed, I tell them: “M y smile is fine the way it is.”
I live in an imperfect world, I’m human, I’m not supposed to be perfect.

To some, I seem complacent. I tell them that I am merely content. I will not foolishly pursue something that I have no need for. Some people in this imperfect world that I know are judged harshly by their critics. Others seem to fall into line in their pursuit of perfection due to peer pressure.
“We look like this. We act like this. We are like this because we are cool. If you aren’t like this you are nothing.”
Newsflash: this just in. there is no such thing as perfect. The world in and of itself is imperfect by divine design, Some have already made peace with this revelation, others refuse to accept it . For them the quest continues. For the rest of us, we of course have long since realized that, people tend to judge each other rather harshly concerning matters of personal appearance and social status. And while people tend to think of themselves as capable and in many cases qualified to judge others, most of us have realized long ago that there is only ONE qualified judge in this universe, and when the time comes for you to stand before them and be truly judged, what will matter most is the measure of your heart and the quality of your soul.

~Scratch~

Evening Folks. I saw this video this morning at work, a guy I know got through his Email. we both got a smile out of it. the rest of the day went pretty smooth. funny how a smile first thing does that to you isn't it? I thought a few of my friends here could use a smile of their own. hope you like the video.



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So. I’m sitting here at the ol computer desk, comfortably sitting in my high back leather chair, happily nestled in between a bag of Cheetos and box of chocolate hostess Donette’s. but see I have a dilemma here. I have the Television on and I’m on the computer at the same time. Torn between my two favorite activities. So I’m sitting here channel surfing. And there’s really nothing of great interest on. Bobby Flay is doin another throw down on the Food network , and there’s some chick on HGTV that just annoys the shit out of me .So I grab my trusty clicker and elevate the channel selector up into the realm of digital cable programming. Around channel 124 or so, I see her. Man, the body of a goddess, and she’s wearing tights. Man what a tush! So I’m thinking to myself as I slowly pull myself out of my pool of cheesy and chocolaty goodness “you know what Scratch? I’ll bet she’s gonna have something really cool to say.. You’d better turn up the sound.” Big mistake.
As I’m reaching for the chocolate donut, I hear those taunting words.
“Are you a blob?”
“Say what?”
“You know. A fat disgusting lard body?”
So I’m thinking..
“Is this rail thin bimbo bitch talkin to me?”
“So how many push ups can you do there tubby?”
Oh man this skinny bitch is toast.



“Get down on the floor and do them with me! You can do it! Try to keep up lard ass!”
She jumps down on the floor and starts doin man style push ups in machine gun mode.
1 AND 2 AND 3 AND 4 AND 5 AND 6 AND 7 AND 8- So how are you doing out there tubby?”
There I am on the floor.. 1.. Unnnnnnngggh.. 2.… unnnngh. ( Huff Puff Pant, Pant.) unmanning- threee.
I hear her voice screaming in my ear with all of the pseudo military style motivation she can muster.
“C’mon tubby you can do it!!!”
I’ll bet her nickname in high school was boney.
Ok I’m kidding. sort of.. Why is it that when we see someone in great shape we automatically feel the impulse to suck in our gut no matter how big it is? Hmmm? And we still try to prove regardless of our age and what shape we are really in, that we can still strut with the best of them?. Must be a guy thing. I’m not morbidly obese mind you, I’m just a little rounder than I was say ten or twelve years ago. And yet when I see someone that’s in supreme physical shape doing something. Hell doing anything. I catch myself thinking.
“Yeah Scratchy.. You could do that.”
Even though there isn’t a snowballs chance in hell that I could. I do exercise. I ride a bike everyday and I’m not in bad shape I suppose. I’m just not in top shape. Maybe I should seriously consider starting a rigorous training regimen and lose that 15 pounds that has been holding me back for the past few years. Yeah or Maybe I’ll load up that Dvd player with that Ab’s of Flab video that I’ve been meaning to watch. Hey. At least I can still touch me toes from a standing position. I just can’t see them very well.. Oh well back to the computer. hope everyone is having a great Saturday night.

~Scratch~

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On so many levels for me, writing here has been very helpful, when there is something bothering me, I can come here and write about it, and usually it helps me to get to the core of problems that I can’t seem to make any sense of. Earlier in the week, I encountered a young man who is the complete picture of negativity. “I hate this” or “I hate That, and I hate them and I hate You.” at first it was his use of colorful metaphors and expletives that drew my attention to him, I thought that perhaps he was just in pain mentally and needed someone to listen to him, so I tried. After five minutes my skin began to crawl, so much in fact, that night I came home and wrote a brief post about rising above negative people and their negativity. But took it down later because it was a bit too preachy and I wanted to try and focus on helping this kid. But five days later I sadly realize that you can’t fix something in five days that has been broken a lifetime. I realize that there are no words that I can say to him that will fix his slanted outlook on life and people. Sadly enough on my part, I ending up getting pissed at him and throwing up my hands and walking away, (I suspect like so many others.) He has a serious problem. With Black people. With Mexican people. With Jewish people. With men. With women With God. With the Devil. This kid just has problems with the whole world.

It has occurred to me that more than likely, he is little more than a product of his environment. Even though I have never met his parents, the evidence that I have witnessed would suggest to me that this is the case. He is little more than 23 years old and is already full of hate, venom and anger, it has been weighing on my mind for the past week, and I don’t think that it’s that I don’t want to help him anymore, I think that its more likely that I Can’t help him. How do you make someone see that hate is truly pointless when hate has been their whole life? How do you make someone understand that something as trivial as the color of a persons skin has absolutely no bearing on their value as a human being?. It is a mystery to me. How to reach someone who has made it clear that they are completely unreachable. I know where this kid is heading, and it’s a bad place, and he doesn’t see it coming, but it is. It is my belief that he will end up on the wrong side of the justice system, but hey, truthfully it isn’t my responsibility to help him change, the responsibility to change is his not mine. I tried to take the time to talk to him and ended up getting cursed at and told to mind my own business, and as sad as this makes me, he’s on his own. Good luck kid, you’re going to need it.