One of my teen idols has passed away.
Bobby Vee, one of the most talented and popular icons of the '60's died surrounded by his family at a Hospice facility in Minnesota, not far from where he was born.
I can remember how great it was to hear his songs when was growing up; his lyrics were fresh, his style one-of-a-kind and the melodies would float around in my head for hours. Good times.
He will be missed; but by a declining number of us who still remember him and his music. He was nothing short of wonderful.
Monday, October 24, 2016
Tuesday, October 11, 2016
Election Season
It 's bullshit time, again.
National elections, and it doesn't look good for freedom or my country.
We have Donald Trump running as an R, and Hillary Clinton running as a D. The D's have been in control for 8 years, and succeeded in creating a robust welfare state, though it's been coming along most of my lifetime.
Now it's payback time and the witch want to be president. Shit. She might succeed.
Locally, her son is running for county commission to fill a seat in district 2. He beat the incumbent, who had been appointed when the last elected left for greener paychecks. No doubt, he worked hard, but the inc had been known as a weak candidate. Now with the general coming soon, he is up against a pretty well financed D who wants to leave the city council and get a bigger check.
The strain on me has been enormous; I can't take much more of this. Always something. Contention. Fighting. Arguing. Debating. It's more than I want and I have stopped doing what little I did as a PCO. And I don't feel badly about that.
The usual burden of knowing that I have to be poor the rest of my life (however long that will be) keeps me down all the time.
There is no person I can talk to. Tammy wouldn't listen when it was still possible to get rich, so she isn't going to care now.
So, I'm still stuck with the same 24/7 curse I've had since about 2008.
It could have been so nice; we could have been retired, rich and happy. Now, those three things will never happen in my lifetime.
Good thing I keep my mouth shut when the little fucker wants money or help planing signs.
He and his cow can go to hell.
National elections, and it doesn't look good for freedom or my country.
We have Donald Trump running as an R, and Hillary Clinton running as a D. The D's have been in control for 8 years, and succeeded in creating a robust welfare state, though it's been coming along most of my lifetime.
Now it's payback time and the witch want to be president. Shit. She might succeed.
Locally, her son is running for county commission to fill a seat in district 2. He beat the incumbent, who had been appointed when the last elected left for greener paychecks. No doubt, he worked hard, but the inc had been known as a weak candidate. Now with the general coming soon, he is up against a pretty well financed D who wants to leave the city council and get a bigger check.
The strain on me has been enormous; I can't take much more of this. Always something. Contention. Fighting. Arguing. Debating. It's more than I want and I have stopped doing what little I did as a PCO. And I don't feel badly about that.
The usual burden of knowing that I have to be poor the rest of my life (however long that will be) keeps me down all the time.
There is no person I can talk to. Tammy wouldn't listen when it was still possible to get rich, so she isn't going to care now.
So, I'm still stuck with the same 24/7 curse I've had since about 2008.
It could have been so nice; we could have been retired, rich and happy. Now, those three things will never happen in my lifetime.
Good thing I keep my mouth shut when the little fucker wants money or help planing signs.
He and his cow can go to hell.
Tuesday, June 7, 2016
Every fuckin' time I turn around...
It seems that someone is fucking me or my family.
Several weeks ago, The Roo was asked to apply for a higher position at work, even being told that the clinic administrator said," 'I want Tammy'."
So, she studied, practiced interviewing, waited her turn, and passed the interview with flying colors.
Today, she called and told me that they have selected someone else for the position because she's too valuable in her present slot, and they would have to train someone to replace her.
WTF??? This is a surprise to the mental midgets where she works???
Consider: She has taken only one sick day in her service there, has never been late for work, has gone in early in emergencies, stayed late when asked to do so, learned the job inside and out, and this is her reward. She's trained new employees even though it isn't her job.
Hell, last month she was named "Employee of the Month" AGAIN!!!
Bottom line for her: "You're such a great employee, you've learned so much, worked so hard and helped us so much, upsetting your own time for our benefit, that we've decided to select someone with lower qualifications for the position was asked you to apply for."
Dirty fuckers.
Several weeks ago, The Roo was asked to apply for a higher position at work, even being told that the clinic administrator said," 'I want Tammy'."
So, she studied, practiced interviewing, waited her turn, and passed the interview with flying colors.
Today, she called and told me that they have selected someone else for the position because she's too valuable in her present slot, and they would have to train someone to replace her.
WTF??? This is a surprise to the mental midgets where she works???
Consider: She has taken only one sick day in her service there, has never been late for work, has gone in early in emergencies, stayed late when asked to do so, learned the job inside and out, and this is her reward. She's trained new employees even though it isn't her job.
Hell, last month she was named "Employee of the Month" AGAIN!!!
Bottom line for her: "You're such a great employee, you've learned so much, worked so hard and helped us so much, upsetting your own time for our benefit, that we've decided to select someone with lower qualifications for the position was asked you to apply for."
Dirty fuckers.
Friday, February 19, 2016
Politics keep coming...
Politics.
Hate 'em anymore; they used to be exciting and I looked forward to them and to elections, but now all that doesn't resonate at all.
I'm supposed to host a caucus tomorrow; I'm the PCO. Never again. I haven't felt move enough to even prepare. Fuck it all.
I'm just so fed up with all the shit in my life that it doesn't matter anymore what the hell happens.
Fuck life.
Hate 'em anymore; they used to be exciting and I looked forward to them and to elections, but now all that doesn't resonate at all.
I'm supposed to host a caucus tomorrow; I'm the PCO. Never again. I haven't felt move enough to even prepare. Fuck it all.
I'm just so fed up with all the shit in my life that it doesn't matter anymore what the hell happens.
Fuck life.
Friday, January 1, 2016
So, another year; will it be any better at all???
Well, 2016 is here and I can't think of a single thing that will differentiate it from the last 12 months. I'm still pissed off, still living where I have to instead of where I want to, and yada, yada, yada.
Hopefully, I'll be able to make some nicer signs (I'm actually proud of some of them), and maybe some pens, too.
The snow is about two feet deep in the back yard, and I can't get to the shed at all.
At least the thing is finished, and not dragging on my psyche any longer. Thank goodness!
Let's see how often I post this year.
Hopefully, I'll be able to make some nicer signs (I'm actually proud of some of them), and maybe some pens, too.
The snow is about two feet deep in the back yard, and I can't get to the shed at all.
At least the thing is finished, and not dragging on my psyche any longer. Thank goodness!
Let's see how often I post this year.
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