CRASHING INTO SILENCE.



I recently saw something on television where rape victims were discussing why they held their silence for so long after being raped, and I was reminded of a story that a female friend of mine told me about something that happened to a friend of hers in California a few years ago. Where her dentist had been fondling her after she was put unconscious by him. She had said that after she woke up her clothes didn’t feel right and she felt dirty as if she needed to take a shower right away, well as it turns out he did it to a few other women too until he finally got caught. But it got me to thinking about the silence thing, how many other women did this creep molest that he didn’t get time for? How many felt like they had to either remain quiet, or be put on a witness stand in a courtroom somewhere where they would be subjected to a ridiculous line of questioning by some sleazy defense attorney and made to feel like they asked to be raped, fondled or have their trust violated in some way? How about this? Why don’t the law take some responsibility and stop letting these sleazebag attorneys put the victim on trial? Then maybe more would come forward instead of hiding in their silence.. Lets start putting the predators on trial instead of making the victim face further humiliation by making them feel like their the ones that broke the law..

ALL CREATURES GREAT AND SMALL.



There is a large vacant lot not far from here like three streets over, and I always enjoyed riding or walking past it because there were a few wild bushes of some sort growing in it that attracted some rather exotic looking flight insects like dragon and butterflies as well as a few that I didn’t recognize. There is also a rather large drainage ditch that goes by there that always has water in it, which I guess a lot of the small animals in the area used for water as well as the insects, it had stayed the same way for the entire twenty years that I have lived in this neighborhood and has not changed one bit.. Well since the New Wal Mart has openned I have not been by there in over a month and a half, until today, there are no more bushes, there isn’t one sign of butterflies or other flight insects and I’m guessing the small animals have headed for parts unknown and the Dragonflies are headed for Lake Tahoe by now, there were even a few bike trails where the kids in the neighborhood used to ride their BMX bikes on.. Today it has all been plowed under by fresh bulldozer Tracks that are paving the way for more concrete and steel, so someone can squeeze yet another mini mall into the already cluttered landscape.. It would appear not even the smallest of Gods creation are safe from the wrath of progress..

SCRATCH.

LOSING OUR HUMANITY..



Image #1.. There is a young man walking down a crowded street and there are people coming and going, and as he walks up to the intersection, he must make a decision to either keeping walking through the intersection, or he pulls out his hand gun and commandeers the next vehicle that stops at the traffic light, he drags the person driving out of the vehicle at gunpoint, and gets in and drives away, if they resist he shoots them.. Hmmmmm.. Think about that for a second.. Now there’s a really nice picture.. Okay.. Moving on..

Image #2.. There are two armed men wearing body armor (double layered I’m told.) from head to toe, they have automatic weapons and no fear of the police, they openly walk out from the place that they just robbed and begin to open fire on them, wounding some officers while killing others. The police seemingly can’t stop them because of the body armor, there in broad daylight shots from automatic weapons are exchanged, until eventually the police do prevail, but not until a considerable amount of bloodshed. Yeah.that’s a good thing to have to watch while your enjoying your dinner with your family.. “Honey? Can we watch senseless brutal violence and bloodshed tonight instead of that movie on the lifetime network?”.. Yeah.. Nice..

Okay.. Image #3.. There is a beautiful young woman taking off her clothes in the privacy of her own bathroom while her loving husband or boyfriend or whatever stands in front of the mirror shaving, her naked breasts are in full plain view while she bathes herself as she talks about her day at work with her significant other.. When she gets out she asks him to dry her back off, which he does, the two share a brief kiss while she is still naked but nothing else of a sexual nature happens,. She gets dressed and they both exit the scene.. Okay.. Now which image is most likely to get censored first? And what kind of message does this really send to today’s kids? That its okay to victimize and beat down, shoot, rob and dehumanize other human beings but to see the human body naked is wrong? Is the cold blooded murder of innocent men, women and children a more accepted form of human behavior than the desire to see a beautiful Woman in the way God intended her to be seen? What is wrong with this picture?.. You tell me..

IS BIG BROTHER WATCHING YET?



On occasion I get up to answer the phone, and when I do nothing aggravates me more than walking across the room just so whoever is on the other end can hang up, but sometimes rather than dead air I seem to detect this strange little hum coming through the receiver.. Hmmm .. Now.. I wonder who that could be.. No scratch.. Your just being paranoid.. But the other day I was talking to a guy from California while I was in Wal Mart, and he told me that for the first time in his thirty years of driving an automobile.. ( that means CAR..) he got a ticket for running a stop light through the mail.. Now I was wondering what those little camera’s that are perched on top of the traffic lights were for.. I guess I know… So I guess I should be asking just how far President Dubya is going to take this Patriot Act thing?.. Or should we all just stand around and wait to see.. Isn’t that what they want us to do? No.. Scratch has a better Question for President Dubya. While your strip mining our constitutional rights to protect us from the terrorist’s.. Who is going to protect us from YOU??

Hope everyone is having a good weekend..

SCRATCH.

WELCOME TO THE VERY FIRST "X" PAGE..



Welcome to my latest experiment here in the Tomb, Every Friday I will be looking into various blogs, and seeing what the popular buzz is on the stream. Mainly its just a buzz page I’m creating for the Tomb, and it will be my new Friday thing. Hopefully it will get better with time.


BUZZ ME BABY!!!
My friend and fellow Blogger Coloconnect over at the “Second Chances”
blog is Always a great read and this morning was no different, she’s got some fascinating theories going on over there this morning about Shape shifters, personally I think the concept is a very real one, and doesn’t just lend it self to fantasy writings, it seems to be more of a fact than most people realize, take for example people like Jeffrey Dahmer or Ted Bundy or John Wayne Gacy just to name a few, seemingly- (before discovery.) normal men on the outside, but inside the monster was waiting to get out, and when it did.. well the man took a back seat and the monster that committed the act took over the physical body with its personality, thus changing the man into the beast.. Coloconnect explains it far more brilliantly than I just did, it’s a fascinating read, Its not very long but you need to check it out as well as anything else she writes.. “Shapeshifter or Did you see the Blue Eyed Wolf” is some great stuff.



WATCHING THE MACHINES...

I would like to direct your attention to something that should interest EVERYBODY! Big Chris over at “Mad Yankee Ranting” has posted something that needs to be read about the government , You and your internet usage, it is rather disturbing, the excuses that they use to continue their strip mining ways of our constitutional rights never ceases to amaze me, you need to check out the Post called: “ U.S. Wants Companies to keep Web Usage Records.” pretty disturbing stuff. By the way Chris I agree on the Kiddie Stalkers thing.

There’s Wood floating in The Stream.
Uh.. Yeah that’s right.. Human wood.. All I’m going say is you have to see it to believe it. My new blog pick of the week: “Mr Happy & his Friends.” Trust me folks.. Now I have officially seen everything.
This idea of mine is still in its infancy stage and I’ll be exploring its possibility’s a little bit more in the near future so please bear with me, it might take me awhile to polish this, I didn’t really keep my eyes open for all of the new blogs but next week I’ll try to prepare a little better.. Later kids..
Scratch.

I felt something poking me in the ribs, it wasn’t too sharp or anything just kinda a blunt object type of poke, so I lifted my head up out of the sand and I could see that the sun wasn’t up yet but it was closing in on daylight, I was laying on the ol mans car keys. Jimmy and Ronnie were laying about fifteen or twenty feet from me and both were beginning to stir, when I stood up I could see that we were all still dressed but our Jeans had been undone probably so they could get into our pockets easier.. The girls were gone, the car was gone, our wallets were gone, our money was gone, and what seemed to sting the most was they even took the Elvis tickets, Jimmy, Ronnie and me had been saving for the Vegas trip for three weeks, and between us we had over three hundred dollars for gas, food and lodging, and in one fell swoop they cleaned us out, but my ol man didn’t raise no fool either and I always kept an extra thirty dollars hidden in my boot just in case of emergency, this definitely qualified, I pulled off my boot and lo and behold the money was still there. We made our way back to the road, and Jimmy and me figured out which way the Caddy came and went so we could back track our way back to the filling station /store where they had bought the beer, we headed west and started walking again. We made it back to the filling station at about 7:30 am just as the old guy that owned it was opening up, we explained to him our entire predicament, and he said that he was sorry to see it happen to anybody, but if we were smart we would chalk it up to learning a valuable lesson, and try to forget about finding the two girls and getting even with them, seeing as how we were probably never gonna see them again anyway. As much as we hated to admit it, he was right, he rustled around out in back of the station and a few minutes later he came back in with a tire and rim for the Studebaker, he said that he had Two Studebakers sitting out back and one of them happened to be a champion like my old mans, he fixed the tire and I paid him for it and he even threw in a lug wrench because he liked us. He told us that he would've gave us a ride back to the car except the guy that was suppose to be helping him hadn’t shown up yet so we thanked him and took the tire and headed for the car. About thirty minutes later the tow truck pulled over to the shoulder just ahead of us and the old guy started honkin the horn, he asked us with a grin, “You fellers tired of walkin yet? get in.”

It took us about twenty five minutes to get back to the Studebaker, and it was still sittin right where we left it. Dale, (the old guy) hooked the wrecker up to it and pulled us back onto the blacktop so we could change the tire, he asked us how we were sitting for gas and we just a little under full, I tried to give him the rest of the money and he just held up his hand and wouldn’t hear anything more about it. “You boys be careful gittin home you hear?” we shook hands with Dale and as he pulled away we waved and piled back into the car and headed for home. It was the first time that we were all together in the same car, and rarely spoke one word between us all of the way back to Reno. Ronnie was sitting in the back seat leaning up against the door and staring out the window, the Kay guitar lay silent in the seat beside him.. Jimmy wasn’t saying a word either, he was slouched down in the seat, staring at the dashboard, we were all pissed.. We’d been had and there wasn’t a damn thing that we could do about it, and all three of us knew it. We eventually made it home and two months later Jimmy moved back east to be with his Grandma in Albany New York, exactly one year after our Vegas trip two thugs rolled into the gas station where
Jimmy was working,they robbed the place and shot Jimmy dead.. Oddly enough they were reportedly driving a black Cadillac convertible, the cops never caught em. One month after Jimmy died, his Grand mother sent me the Rosary beads that he always wore for luck, she said that Jimmy would have wanted me to have them, and I still do to this day.. I keep them in a good place.

Ronnie ended up joining the army, I tried to go with him but couldn’t pass the physical, and got rejected, so I stayed in Reno, where I survived two marriages and two divorces. I still live in the house where I grew up, and now drive a white 62 Cadillac Convertible Of my very own. Ronnie came home after two tours in Viet Nam, and moved to Seattle Washington, where he lived until 1989, when he moved back to Reno where he has lived ever since.. I came out of the Kitchen this morning and found him sittin in the easy Chair by the living room window staring out at the empty street, he was waitin for me to drive him to the V. A. I gave him a little nudge in the shoulder, “you ready to go?” he smiled and got up and went out to the Caddy, the sun was out and the top was down, great day for a ride, he was already sittin in the passenger seat when I slide into the drivers side. I slipped the key into the ignition and we both held our breath until we heard that beautiful Cadillac engine purr, and as I slowly leaned into the throttle we could feel ourselves slowly being pulled down into those leather seats, He found an oldies station on the radio, and just as we pulled out onto South Virginia street The first notes of “Jailhouse Rock” came roaring through the speakers, I gave him a sideways glance, and ol Ronnie Guest was grinning from ear to ear. So I ask him “so.. Are you gonna sing or what?” he looked right at me and we both looked up at the Rosary beads hangin from the rear view mirror, “Man!! Nobody sings this like the King!!" I leaned into the gas and Elvis took us back.. Its kinda funny but every once in awhile that little weekend that we spent in the desert will attach itself to a memory and it will carry itself across my thoughts as though on a little breeze, and I think back and I’m always amazed at all of the life lessons that I learned in that little forty eight hour window of my life, Never Forget to check for the spare, never take people at face value, and when it come s right down to it, Youth is fleeting.. And innocence doesn’t last forever….. Hell… does anything? ……… Fin.

Scratch © 2006.

We were probably only walking for about forty five minutes as it wasn’t even completely dark yet when the first car that came up behind us started to slow down and pull over to the shoulder of the road. It was a black 62 Cadillac convertible with two girls in it, and I guess ol Jimmy figured that since they were females driving that sweet piece of metal, that he needed to turn on the charm if we were to have any chance of getting a ride out of these two. Ronnie and me stood back a ways and trusted Jimmy to tell them the truth, Right… the truth. They motioned for us to get in the back seat and Jimmy sat in the front between the two girls, Jimmy was smooth, way smoother than Ronnie and me anyways, when it came to women, that was Jimmy’s thing, his element, he always knew just what to say to put them at ease. Their names were Sasha and Annie, and they were a couple of hot little numbers, Sasha did the driving, she was the hottest, Long Black hair, big blue eye’s and a face to die for, put all of that with a pair of tits that just stood up all by themselves and begged to be noticed, man , what a package, Annie was the blonde she was stacked too in her own right, but she seemed to let Sasha do most of the talking, they told us that they were just driving around looking for a good time, and that was the only opening that Jimmy needed. They pulled into this little market that worked as a store and a gas station on the same lot, only it was past 7:00 pm and the guy that owned the filling station was long gone, but the girls took Jimmy into the store with them and came out with a case of beer and said they wanted to go find a place to party with us, we drove up the road a few miles and found a turn off and the caddy slowly rolled to a stop. We all got out and took a look around, the moon was high and full and for being night it was bright enough for us to tell that we were out in the middle of no where, completely surrounded by miles and miles of nothing.

We were sitting on top of a little sand dune when Annie brought us the first round of beers, we were thirsty enough not to even notice that the beers that she gave us had already been openned, but when the Radio is blasting some cool sounds and you have two hot chicks dancing around topless in the moonlight and your young and male, you tend to not think with the head that’s sitting on your shoulders, and the three of us were guilty as charged. They were definitely in complete control of the situation, and I was the only one that seemed to notice, but hey like I said, the male thing, and these two were playing it up to the part full tilt, we were the Horny males and they knew that they had us right where they wanted us, eatin right out of their hands, and by the time Annie brought us the third or forth round of openned beers I was starting to notice that I was more fucked up than I should have been, I looked up at that full Moon and it was shooting those Moonbeams right at me, everything started to swirl around like I was looking at the world from the bottom of a pool of water, and when I looked over at Jimmy and Ronnie I could clearly see that Sasha was seriously working them, she had her skirt hiked up and she was rubbing her bare ass against Ronnie’s crotch, while Jimmy was standing up right in front of her, and it looked like she was trying to stick her tongue down his throat, poor Ronnie looked like he was ready to explode, and Annie stood up in front of me and started rubbing her tits in my face, it was the last thing that I saw before I landed face down in the sand dune, then…. Everything went black..

Scratch © 2006.