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This started off as a reply to a post on of a friend of mines blog, but then it grew kind of long in the tooth, and turned into "A Good Rant", so I decided not to clutter up their blog with it and just turn it into a post here on my blog. So without farther ado, here it is.
Hi Boo, I fear that here are going to be closer to ten, maybe fifteen thousand dead in all of that mess. When all is said and done it's going to be about twice as many dead as there were in Galveston when that category four hurricane swept across the island on 8 Sept 1900, killing in excess of eight thousand *8,000* people. But at least those poor souls had a valid excuse for getting caught like that.
I still don't know yet, but I think that I lost a whole gang of good friends in that storm because they all let one fucking dumb asses cock sucker more or less shame them all into staying for his hurricane party = God I truly hope that that bastard drowned slow!
Anyway something that is kind of ticking me off is the fact that I have not heard one single adult saying "I fucked up, and look what it cost me!" Everyone is trying to deny that they have any responsibility for being in the god awful pickle that they are in right now.
Some of the fucking idiots who were dumb enough to stay in town are really starting to make me sick though. Those hot winded bastards are getting their nasty asses ugly mugs on national TV and blaming everyone except themselves for being in a spot that they put their own fucking self in.
What a god damn trip! I have heard someone on TV copping the plea "I didn't have a car, what else am I going to do?" Well that shit doesn't hold water with me because I saw a gang of people who were actually hitchhiking their way to safety.
Fuck I stopped along the way and crammed six into my vehicle, and I saw other people picking up riders too, so no car was not a valid excuse for their laziness or stupidity.
Granted that there were a lot of elderly, sick or infirmed, and even some just out right poor people who thought that there was nothing else that they could but sit tight and ride out the storm.
But oddly enough they are not the ones out there stomping their fucking feet and having their little tantrum because everything did not go their way, and they want to shift the responsibility for their stupidity off onto the government.
Their way of thinking has been instilled into them since they were kids and it goes something like this "Never admit it when your wrong", and always say "Now see what you made me do?"
So that means that it is everyone else's fault that I was too fucking stupid to get my ass out of Dodge, That I don't have any water to drink because I didn't squirrel any away knowing that I would be needing it, that I don't have any food to eat because my fucking dumb ass had a hurricane party and I forgot to put at least a two weeks supply of non-perishable canned goods off to the side, that I am lost and confused because I spent my welfare check on drugs and alcohol instead of food, water, and other emergency necessities like batteries for my portable radio.
Fuck all that shit, grow the fuck up and admit that "you" fucked up! Take your licking like the grown-up that you have been trying to impersonate every since you were fucking twelve years old.
Understand the fact that now you have to face the consequences of your own actions, and stop trying to blame others for the misery that you have put yourself in.
The Fucking Government Begged Your Nasty Asses To Leave, Warned Your Moronic Asses About What Was Coming, About What It Was Capable Of Doing, and AS A Last Resort Told You What You Needed To Have At Hand If You Were Going To Be Fool Enough To Stay!
Well that is where I had gotten to when I realized that this was a good rant. So if any of you want to toss your two cents worth in, please feel free to do so.
Before I get my ass hammered about my looting comment I should add that If a person is taking food from a store simply to be able to eat or feed their family, that is acceptable, however if they are setting up a corner market and selling it then that puts them back into the group of looters who I would have no problem shooting, even if they were my kin.
And as for those cops who were doing the looting, those bastards need to be dragged through town behind their squad car till they are dead, fuck no I do not like a
looter.
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Ok, call me a worry wart. All this stuff I've been hearing how H1N1 has claimed more teenage lives than any other flu strain previously has me worried about anyone on here that hasn't heard that, that is in the 10-25 age bracket. Recently a relatively healthy teen in a local high school died due to H1N1. She wasn't the first.
So, I know some of you are in that age group that I talk to, or poke around in your blogs. If you read this, and are in that age group (why 10 yr olds would be reading this, I have no clue, but regardless), pleeeease go get a vaccine. do whatever it takes to stay safe - stay home if you get sick, go to the doctor if symptoms persist for more than a few days or get worse over a week, wash your hands frequently, sneeze/cough like Elmo, whatever.
(side note: Why the heck are some of the suggested tags for 'H1N1', "teen age slut"?? How does that correlate?)
Got an email from an Alex Hodge yesterday morning. He said he knew I was Ken's daughter and Tracy's sister and that he'd been looking for me and Tracy for 7 years. Said his mom was Ann Hodge and she and my dad dated before my mom and my dad did. And he's Ken's son. My first instinct--like yours--might be to scream "STALKER!" and block him from every method of contact. However, my dad was well-known for his womanizing ways. So I called my mom and asked if it were possible, and as soon as I said, "Could Alex be my--" she stopped me and said "I ALWAYS SUSPECTED!" I went online, looked at his pictures. He's a fucking spitting image of my dad at 19. Like, if I didn't know better, I would have thought I was looking at a picture of my dad.
Talked to him on my lunch yesterday. He's very smart. Super excited to meet me and Tracy. Tracy's all over an LA trip soon. As much as I don't want to give up any hours or leave Grass Valley (ok, mostly I don't want to leave Jake), I really think Tracy and I should meet Alex together. He didn't know that my dad had died until he talked to Tracy. I just...cannot fathom. He's known about me and Tracy since he was 5. He's been looking for us for the past 7 years. I assumed that the 7 years correlated to when my dad died (he died in December of 2001, and I figured maybe Alex didn't know until a few months later), but no. he just got old enough to wonder who his family was. I guess that makes me pretty lucky. The only reason I found out about my dad dying--and thus meeting Tracy--was because my mom filed for child support. CPS contacted us to let us know we qualified for Social Security payout for survivors. But because Alex's mom never filed for child support, Alex wasn't in the system as Ken's son, and nobody knew to contact him or his mother. Tracy only found out about me when CPS contacted her for a copy of the death certificate. And she jumped on contacting me.
You know, I've always joked that I'm probably related to half the blonde-haired, blue-eyed kids in my county. Totally different when you find out you actually are related to one of them. I'm a little mind-blown.
I'm at the hospital.
It's the night shift and everyone is sleeping except me.
The ward is quite empty, only half of the beds are occupied.
Still, one of the patients is worrying me.
She's a sweet old lady, the kind of person who will never ask for help.
Her main problem is her heart, but we found a lump in her back.
A very big lump, it looks like a tumour.
Today she had a breakdown and her vitals went off the scale.
I'm worried about her, about that lump.
She might not have much time.
Such a sweet person, makes me love to be around her.
And now she's dying.
Oh boy. Here we go again.
Before I left for work I told him that either he would call the vet, or I would. And now, I actually have the money to pay for it. My father is no longer the only man with the money. That's good - the end of the tyranny. When I came home, at 1:30am, my father was already asleep, my mother explained it all.
One of the back legs of my dog was beginning to swollen and at last, my father called the vet. He came a couple of hours later. After listening to his heart, the vet said he was suffering from severe arrhythmia and heart murmurs. The vet said he didn't like euthanasia either unless it was a serious case. Apparently it was.
The dog was put asleep with a large dose of anesthesia, and later the vet gave him a shot straight in the heart, probably with potassium chloride, I'm not sure. A couple of minutes later our dog was declared dead. We'll bury him tomorrow.
Tough decision, but he is finally at rest. I want to believe that it was the best for him.
He was a silly-happy dog.
I spent some of the best sunsets of my life with him. He used to bark a lot at the atmosphere, for no reason at all. I would ask him "what is it?" and he looked at me with his "happy-go-lucky" face and smiled.
I'm going to miss his barks.
Godspeed.
Farrusco, 8 years ago
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