Everything You Know Is Wrong

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Rest in peace, Nelson. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Perhaps you’ve had your head up your ass the last 24 hours. If not then you already know that humanitarian Nelson Mandela passed away yesterday. Mandela, if you don’t know, was an influential figure in ending the apartheid in South Africa.

This morning, one of my coworkers was streaming live media coverage of Mandela’s passing on his PC. I noticed that there was a 10-day funeral schedule planned for him. I said something I can no longer recall articulating my shock that the schedule would last that long.

That’s when this coworker, who is a staunch conservative and conspiracy theorist (though he’ll only admit to being conservative), remarked that the timing of Mandela’s death was convenient. “Think about it. All of the sudden he’s dead and Obama gets a trip to South Africa during the winter.”

I was astounded. Shocked. Stunned. Was he actually suggesting that Obama somehow had something to do with the timing of Mandela’s death? I asked him as much.

“Think about it,” he responded. “No one’s seen him for months. How do we know he’s been alive all this time?”

“He’s been sick!” I exclaimed. “You actually think they sat on this so Obama could have a vacation at a convenient time for him?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “You never know.” He then walked away, clearly aware that I wasn’t ready to hear his bullshit.

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I’m the man behind the curtain, orchestrating the entire facade of your existence. This is the Matrix. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Now, I’m not so naïve that I believe that our government is transparent. I know they only tell us what they want us to know. I know they have secrets. I am, however, not one who thinks that everything is fabricated to placate and/or control the masses. There isn’t an ulterior motive behind everything which makes the news. I’m not wearing tinfoil hats and scanning the sky for black helicopters while waiting for the revolution to begin. That, to me, is absurd. I cannot fathom the idea that Mandela died months ago and Obama somehow convinced South Africa to keep it quiet until an opportune time arose for him to leave the country. That is one of the most ludicrous suggestions I’ve heard in recent memory.

This same man suggested the other day that the CEO of Amazon was a government stooge while ranting about the drone delivery proposal originally announced on 60 Minutes this past weekend.

I understand the distrust of the government. I don’t trust them myself. It seems to me that most politicians are out only to make their wallets fatter. Representing “we the people” is secondary to that end. I just can’t believe that all world events are orchestrated by the US government. I don’t believe Mandela died months ago. I don’t believe the CEO of Amazon is a government stooge. I don’t believe there is a motive behind everything. There’s no way we’re all just puppets on strings being manipulated in every facet of our lives by a few in control.

Trick or Treat!

Holy crap! Twindaddy! What are you doing on 33 Grams of Blog?

Well, dear readers of 33 grams, I and Jaded have already posted stuph today and I am bored and feel like doing the Daily Prompt. I hope that’s a good enough reason to justify my presence here. If not, bite me.

Today is Halloween. Obviously. And unsurprisingly, the DP has a Halloween related prompt. Shall we get to it?

If bloggers had their own Halloween and could go from blog to blog collecting “treats,” what would your blog hand out?

This is an interesting thing to pontificate. You guys come knocking on my bloggeh door and I have to hand some treat out? Hmmmm…

Well, I could hand out a little advice from Blunt Life Coach. Or I could hand out some memes. Or even some eCards. Virtual hugs, maybe (to everyone but Art, because creepy)? Or I could just hand out random stuph or even 33 grams of me kicking ass.

This is such a tough decision. What should I hand out? Should I pull a Hasty and hand you all another prompt? Should I take a page from the sick and twisted Alice and hand out buttplugs in honor of the scariest thing to ever happen to literature (that’s a 50 Shades of Grey reference, folks)?

Ack! I don’t know! I can’t think of anything!!

Ah hah! I know! I’ll hand out guest posts on Stuphblog! Want one? All you have to do is leave a comment and say Trick or Treat! Oh, and tell me what your costume is, because obviously I can’t see you.

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You Ever Been to Jail Before?

Road trips. Some people like them. Others hate them. I don’t really feel one way or the other about them. They are a necessary evil. Some are good and some are bad. I’ve had some fairly good road trips and others that were just disasters.

There is one road trip that stands out amongst the crowd, however. One of the thousands of road trips I’ve made that is just so horribly epic that its story must be shared.

It was 1995. My (then) step dad was a truck driver. He was a cross country truck driver. He was in Bentonville, Arkansas when he decided he didn’t want to work for whatever company he was employed by at the time. So he quit. Right then. He didn’t own his own truck so he was stuck there. He called my mother and enlisted us to come and pick him up.

Yay. Continue reading

Blood on His Hands

The following is another duet with the very talented and beautiful Not Quite Alice.

Here you held me
Broken, bleeding, crushed, and bruised
You squeezed tighter,
Leaving me so shattered and abused

You’re grip was lethal
Overpowering
I could not shake it
Crying, cowering

Tears streaming down
Creating a flood
Full of my sorrows and pain
Created from my blood

Blow after blow
Breaking my skin
Demonic screaming
Vortex within

Face twisted with pain
Yours with full of rage
Staring into your black eyes
All I wanted was to push you into that cage

You suddenly stop
Face softened and then
You promised that you
Would never do it again

To Fight or Not to FIght

I’m sorry, Daily Prompt, that I couldn’t get to you earlier today.  It’s very late, but those assholes at work actually made me do work today.  I know!  I can’t  believe it either!  I was pissed.  So anyway, now that I’m finally here….PROMPT ME!

When faced with confrontation, do you head for the hills or walk straight in? Was there ever a time you wished you’d had the opposite reaction?

Well, DP, you’ve unearthed one of my most troubling foibles.  I loathe confrontation.  I avoid it at all costs, really.  I hate arguing.  I hate fighting.  I hate it all.  It’s so unnecessary.  So avoidable.  So…stupid. Continue reading

Vice Versa, But Cooler

Why, hello, Daily Prompt.  We keep running into each other on a more infrequent basis these days.  What’s that you say?  You don’t recognize these surroundings?  Of course you don’t.  This is my first post over at 33 Grams of Blog.  And stuph™.

In case you missed it, DP, I will be making occasional appearances here just because.  I have no good reason other than because.  So there.  No, don’t get all pissy with me.  This is how it’s going to be.  Didn’t you read the post?  No?  Well, here’s the link.  Do we finally have that settled?  Good.  Moving on.  PROMPT ME!

If you could switch blogs with any blogger for a week, with whom would you switch and why? Continue reading