It’s downright ridiculous at 6 in the morning to combine good coffee, with great Cannabis, with a banana, and some Lindor’s Truffles, AND, almost forgot,…….a Salami sandwich (whole pound of meat). Especially if you haven’t gone to bed yet, and you are STILL writing.
Sitting on my porch, watching the Sun come up, I thought to myself, “And some dude a very long time ago, came out of his cave after a really dark winter, said, Let there be light…………12 hours later he was saying, Whoops my bad, as the Sun starts going down”.
The next morning, to his amazement, his “Wife” said, “Let there be light”, and man was amazed. Amazed that “Woman”, had the hocus-pocus power too! The next day, his five year old daughter was up before everyone else, and she said………………Wait for it……………………..
“Let’s there be light!” WOW! How absolutely insane is That? Everyone has the same fucking hocus-pocus fucking POWER! Go figure, the evolution of Republicans? Or just the human species overall. Eventually mankind evolved, got smarter, and decided that the “Sun” was something that they should worship. My, how we have evolved since then.
I HAD, joined a few groups, which will remain unnamed, that I thought would be good groups to join to share my philosophy, jokes, thoughts about PTSD, and thoughts in general on just plain living. Certain of the groups for “Writers” excommunicated me from their group in what appeared to me to be, for reasons like, anger? Jealousy, who Knows? My political views? Maybe. For any GOOD reason? Not really.
These people have every right to their own opinions, and to disagree with me, and since they are primarily “Administrators”, some even, “Founders” have killed off free thought, and the freedom of expression simply because they were offended or whatever.
They chop people up and discard them simply because they have a right to censor someone? Too bad, because at the same time that they condemn my writing, some members of their “closed” 
Group actually “Like” what I have to say, so those particular individuals might miss something that I say, that might be a help to them, i.e., therapeutic for them.
Yes, I use Facebook as a means of promoting my blog site, which as of this minute, has 29,243 hits from 31 different countries, since I started my blog in January of this year.
One particular closed group, I cancelled or exited on my own accord this morning. No names, but let’s just say by the very name of the group, I assumed that it was set up to HELP people with addiction(s) of some sort. My efforts to communicate with those particular people were chastised, i.e., I was told by the “Administrator” in clearly, tones of negativity, (bad karma), that my writing was not welcome.
So I admit, I do use graphic words and sentences, and images at times. YOU, as an “Administrator” might be shocked or offended by words like “Fuck, shit, damn” or whatever, or sentences like, “Maybe it should have been a photo of a pedophile priest with his tongue up some little boy’s anus”.
Shocking as this might sound to you, “Nurse Ratched” (Cuckoo’s Nest) There really ARE people out there that need help. If my words shock them into reading my blog for my writings about PTSD, about “Forgiveness”, about the Golden Rule, then my writing has done what I have intended it to do, to help others.
I have had Combat Veterans tell me that my blog has inspired THEM to write, about anything and everything, i.e., that it helped them deal with their particular PTSD issues. That’s why I write. It’s an extra bonus for me to get these types of responses to my writing. It gives me joy, and satisfaction.
Anyway, no harm no foul, I am totally at peace with myself, and with the poor fools that have a habit of judging a book by its cover, for all the avid readers out there in Internetland. I really have no I’ll feelings towards these people, I can only say that I forgive them for their actions, as I figuratively hand them the “Bottom side of my blog business card that tells them, “You’re NOT a Moon Crater”, Hahahahaha.
I love my new bong by the way. Does the Cannabis cause me to use words like “Shit, Damn, Fuck, Piss, Masturbate, Chipmunk’s Asshole (Anus).
No. Not at all. Freedom, does it for me. Free Speech, free to think, free to say shit, whatever that shit might be.
So, in conclusion, if you ARE suffering from ANYTHING, try writing your thoughts down, express yourself, just NOT, heaven and hell forbid, in a suicide note. If you are at THAT point, you need to call that 1-800 number that you have, or your Doctor, your Mother, CALL someone, because you need help beyond my suggestion to just write. My heart goes out to you. I do wish nothing but “positive things for your life”. Right here, for the “Nurse Ratched”, I could have written, “positive things for your………..Wait for it………….FUCKING life”, but that would have offended you. Sorry.
For “Administrators” and readers in general, if you don’t like a particular book for it’s use of “Language” just don’t fucking read the fucking thing. If these same people have an issue with raw language, please, for sure don’t watch anything on HBO, or go to an Andrew Dice Clay Show, or listen to the Howard Stern Show on the radio. Yes, you do have choices. Hahahahaha.
Now, a new section: Jokes from other Dudes & Dudettes
A man boarded an airplane and took his seat. As he settled in, he glanced Up and saw the most beautiful woman boarding the plane. He soon realized She was heading straight towards his seat. As fate would have it, she took The seat right beside his. Eager to strike up a conversation he blurted out, “Business trip or pleasure?”
She turned, smiled and said, “Business. I’m going to the Annual Nymphomaniacs of America Convention in Boston.”
He swallowed hard. Here was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen Sitting next to him, and she was going to a meeting of nymphomaniacs!
Struggling to maintain his composure, he calmly asked, “What’s your Business at this convention?”
“Lecturer,” she responded. “I use information that I have learned from my Personal experiences to debunk some of the popular myths about sexuality.”
“Really?” he said. “And what kind of myths are there?”
“Well,” she explained, “one popular myth is that African-American men are The most well-endowed of all men, when in fact it is the Native American Indian who is most likely to possess that trait. Another popular myth is That Frenchmen are the best lovers, when actually it is men of Mexican Descent who are the best. I have also discovered that the lover with Absolutely the best stamina is the Southern Redneck.”
Suddenly the woman became a little uncomfortable and blushed.. “I’m Sorry,” she said, “I shouldn’t really be discussing all of this with you. I don’t Even know your name.”
“Tonto,” the man said, “Tonto Gonzales, but my friends call me Bubba”.
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