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This is interesting.

Conservative commentator Janet Parshall who has a radio show that reaches 3.5 million people made this statement on Larry King Live:

I think when two people of the same sex get together and they decide to use the moniker of a marriage, I think it's a grotesque misrepresentation, and actually, if that union decides that they want to then adopt children 'cause biology says they can't create children, then I think what you have in many respects is state-sanctioned child abuse because you've purposely taken away either a momma or a daddy, and mom and dad are both necessary in a child's life.

So when a mother or father dies, which is part of G*D's plan, it is child abuse since mom and dad are both necessary in a child's life.

So Janet Parshall thinks the lord our G*D is guilty of child abuse.

Well I don't think that is a very smart stance to have if you want to be a popular conservative radio host. But then again she didn't ask me for my opinion about it. She just states that since she has a show she is speaking for all people of faith.

To be honest at this point I think I would rather let my family dog represent my view to the public rather than Janet Parshall.

My dog has a great outlook on life.

She is kind, and happy, and loves being friendly to people no matter who they are, and when she is hungry, she eats, when she is sleepy, she sleeps, and when someone hurts her, she bites them, as long as they apologize to her, she forgives them and goes back to being happy and friendly toward them.

And to think. She is just a stupid little dog. Wow. I guess she can have an even more successful radio show than Janet Parshall.

I just need to make a statement here.

A single point.

It is offensive, and hurtfull, and anyone who knows me at all, will understand why I made it, and that it was difficult for me to say it in a public place where it can be referenced by anyone for any reason.

Fags are the Niggers of the 21'st Century

Now who will be Rosa Parks and Martin Luther King Junior for homosexuals?
It better be someone smart, personable, and the way things look now, heterosexual.

I am still a little shocked, and alot pissed off.

Here is the blurb from the AP.

Rev. Ken Hutcherson, pastor of Antioch Bible Church in the east Seattle suburb of Redmond - also home to Microsoft - said he would officially make the call for the boycott Thursday on a national conservative talk radio show, Focus on the Family.

"We're tired of sitting around thinking that morals can be ignored in our country," he said. "This is not a threat, this is a promise. Check out the past presidential election. We made the moral issue the No. 1 issue."

Last week, several companies, including Microsoft Corp., Boeing Co., Hewlett Packard Co., and Nike Inc. signed a letter urging passage of the measure, which would add "sexual orientation" to a state law that already bans discrimination in housing, employment and insurance based on race, gender, age, disability, religion, marital status and other factors.

Yeah yeah, so what right!
These wingnuts are all over the place. This guy is right there beside Dobson and his little fascist zombies.

Except for the fact that this is Rev. Ken Hutcherson.

I just don't know what to think.
Is it really that easy for a black guy to knowingly, and outright evangelically call for the discrimination of other people simply because they are different than he is in one aspect of their life?

Does that mean that housing, employment and insurance can be denied to athiests?
I do seem to remember some small part of the bible declaring it a sin and immoral to not believe in G*D at all right?
What about pagans?
What about budhists?
Taoists?
Muslims?
Only Evangelical Christians deserve any manner of respect or dignity or rights? This is disgusting. And they should be ashamed of themselves. And we should be ashamed of ourselves for not slapping them open handed in the mouth for the way they are acting.
We are all Americans. And being an American means being free to make those choices and live the way you want as long as you are not directly hurting anyone.
Otherwise we are no different than the Taliban or the Radical Muslim Terrorists we are supposed to be ridding the world of.
Just blatantly disgusting.

Again my fellow americans make me ashamed to be part of this thundering crapball of a democracy which is quickly rolling directly through the gates of Fascist Theocracy.

Howdy do.

I'm feeling a little better in several ways.

Number one way, I'm not nearly as ill. I had a really bad cold for the last week or so. I still have a cough and weez but it's nothing like it was 3 days ago. I took a day off work to stay home. I know that doesn't sound like a big deal, but it is. I don't take days off work for being sick.
I'll take a day off to spend with the fam before I will take one off for being sick.

Second I am not feeling so bad about Aaron being at my moms. I miss him and I wish I could be more in charge of what is happening but like it or not we handed him over so I just have to accept that things are as they are. I can't have it both ways.

Thirdly, the guy who broke into our house is in jail and we don't have to worry about him coming back anytime soon. And even if he does, the shotgun is now in the house and he can take a slug in the chest if he wants to be back in my house again.
Oh didn't hear about that eh?
Well I'll put it down in the short form.
Saturday, Dec 11'th around midnight or say the 12'th if you like, Tami was in the bedroom on her laptop doing a bit of christmas shopping online. I was in my little office space playing a game.
Tinkerbell, the chihuahua, was relaxing with the cat Sammy, when all of a sudden she started barking like mad.
I hear her barking and assume Tami is going outside to smoke and is not taking the dog with her. So I hit escape and close down my game to get up and go out there with her.
Just as I am getting up from my desk I hear Tami scream "WHO ARE YOU"! I turn around and some guy is standing in my hallway. Tami starts screaming at him "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE, WHO ARE YOU, GET OUT!" I start yelling at the guy to get out and move towards him.
This is when it really hits me that some strange man is standing in my house in the middle of the night. Here is the crazy part.
When I fully look at the guy, he is about 6'1" easily 250-270 lbs. He has on no shirt, no shoes, no socks, and he is wearing jeans that are unbuttoned, inzipped and pulled about a third of the way down his hips. You can see his underwear which are blue boxer briefs with a grey eleastic band. And it looks as though he has either urinated all over himself, or he spilled an entire 20 oz bottle of something on his pants.
(turns out it was urine)
He is standing in the doorway to Christians bedroom with his hand on the doorknob and the door pushed open about half way.
So Tami is freaking, I am starting to freak and I realize something horrible. My guns are not in the house. They are still at Tami's mom and dads. We haven't moved them yet. And this guy is big. Bigger than me. If he goes apeshit I can't stop him.
So I start yelling more emphatically that he leave. Tami is screaming at him, and he isn't moving a muscle. He is just standing there looking at us like he could care less.
So I tell Tami to go call 911. She runs into the bedroom and smashes into the bed trying to get to the phone fast enough. I tell him "If you don't start moving I am going to get a knife and stab you dude seriously!"
He does nothing.
So I turn and head for the kitchen, and another thought smashes into my head. I just left a half naked guy standing near my sons room. Don't worry about that just get the biggest knife in the house and remember to hold it really tight so your hand doesn't slip and you get cut yourself if you have to stab this bastard.

So I get to the butchers block and pull out the largest chopping knife. Really long really sharp really scary looking. For good measure I grab another one hoping it is not the bread knife. I see smooth blade and just turn and go with it. It turns out that it was the boning knife that is thick and short and has a blunt rounded tip. Oh well it is still a sharp blade.
So I head back at the dude sharp pointy knives in hand, and I say "If you don't get out of my house I am going to stab you. Do you understand me? I will stick this motherfuckin knife in your ribs dude for real"!
At this point the guy puts his hands up and starts meandering down the hallway toward me. Tami is coming back into the living room phone in hand
911 operator asking her questions. I can't hear what the operator is saying, but Tami's responses are classic. "YES HE IS STILL HERE HE IS STANDING RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME AND HE WON'T LEAVE! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE I CALLED 911, He won't leave, my husband is pointing a knife at him and he still won't leave, No noone is cut, BUT IF YOU DON'T LEAVE HE IS GONNA STAB YOU, no, he is still here."
So the guy has been saying crazy shit the whole time like, "I got lost in the woods I just need some help my friend is here blah blah blah".

So I start jabbing the knife in the guys direction and he starts walkin. He is not moving in a way that convinces me that he is trying to leave so I take a couple steps toward him and jab the knife in his direction more emphatically and then I see on his face recognition. The idea finally hits him that I am totally willing to stick the knife in him and he moves faster and more directly toward the front door, tries to get out and finds the front door is locked. Of course it's locked. He came in through the back door and I am not at all planning to let him walk through the house to get back out the sliding glass door.
So he fumbles with the lock , gets the door open, and gets out on the front porch. He then lays down on the porch and starts to cry.
So we close and lock the door, not noticing that he has layed down. I look out the window, see he is lying down and I open the door and start yelling at him to leave.
After a few minutes he gets up wanders down the lawn and lays down in the front yard half sticking in the street half sticking in my yard.

A bay county sheriff shows up about 20 minutes later meaning the entire ordeal of calling 911 and getting an officer at my house after telling them someone had broken in was about 40 minutes. The guy was only in my house about 2-3 minutes before tami called 911.
It took us fifteen minutes to get him out of the house . TOO DAMN LONG. But thats another rant altogether.
I am sure if you listened to the 911 tape you can hear the guy talkin his crazy shit. He was saying it all loud.
Christian woke up and was coming to the bedroom door when Tami saw him and told him to go back to bed. He doesn't remember much of it at all. So that is good.

So the cops talk to the guy and I go outback to look around and see how he got in. I see the gate is closed and locked still so I go to the other side of the yard and sure enough he had not climbed over the fence as much as he had knocked the posts holding up the fence over and pushed them down and apparently rolled over the knocked down fence.

He is telling the cops how he just got a little mixed up and was looking for his cousin who is a Panama City Beach police officer named blah blah blah. And the Sheriff Deputy is all like "Oh OK I know him sure, he's your cousin".
At this point I get a bad feeling and Tami gives me a look that expresses what I am feeling. Yeah, you got it. He wasn't arrested.
he was given a tresspassing warning. Then taken to the drunk tank. They said it wasn't a big deal cause "He's just drunk he didn't mean any harm".
Well it's nice to know that in the city of Panama City Beach, being drunk is a blanket excuse for doing anything you want.
We were pissed, but also just glad the whole thing was over with. So we went to bed.
The next morning Tami gets up and goes to work. We both barely got any sleep, had nightmares and woke up at every sound.
She tells people at the church what happened and they all freak out saying we should call the sheriff directly and complain. Her family and my friend Rob all pretty much agreed. So when she came home we did just that.
An officer came out to the house and took our statements and and we filed charges and he was arrested that day. Tami was allowed to follow the cops to his house to watch him get arrested. They figured it would help her get over the whole thing if she witnessed him getting taken in to custody. And for the most part it did. The cops apologized saying they have no idea why the cops from the night before had just basicly let him go.
They said no matter what, once someone enters your house without your permission with the intent to do some form of harm it is burglery.
So that is what they arrested him for. We nor the police can say he had no intent to do harm. He has to prove in court that he had no intent to do harm. It's not the officers jobs to discern intent. Remember that. As far as the arresting officer told us, it is the officers job to act based on facts.
The facts are that this guy broke down my fence to get into my yard and then proceeded to come into my house uninvited.

So now he is arrested and I feel better.

So how was your week?

I haven't posted in awhile.

I think I might be suffering a little depression.

In fact I know I am.

Aarons behavior was getting worse, so I took him to his psychiatrist, and she gave him new meds. They toned him down but also made him a little robotic, and I didn't like that so we talked about the idea of him going to stay with my mom for a bit.
The doctors seem to think it is ok and my mom jumped all over it.

So Aaron has moved up with my mom and dad. He is enrolled in school and is going to have a check up and scans and is going to be seeing a therapist and psychiatrist there as well.
And of course I feel lilke a total failure as a parent. Don't try giving me the reasoning bit and so on. I know already.
Trust me. You know me. You know how I break things down and blah blah blah. I have rationalized the whole thing into the ground.
Doesn't change how I feel.
I feel like I have broken a promise I was never ever ever supposed to break. A promise that was broken on me that caused me serious pain for a good amount of time.
And I can't take it back.

Aaron seems fine.
He is loving it. He gets all the attention and my mom takes him to the store and buys him things and basicly spoils him.
So not only have I lost him, but I haven't improved on his situation at all. Eventually mom will get a little strung out on the constant pandering and will try to lay down the law and that is when the shit will hit the fan. And then she will get fed up and angry and resentful and his situation will be no differant.
It needed to start out with him having a rigid system and solid boundaries and instead it started like a dream vacation getaway so any chances of successfully implementing new rules or enforcing standing rules has already been eroded.
But nobody listens to us.
Obviously I don't know what is right or I wouldn't have shipped him off. If I could be a good parent then I wouldn't have sent him away to be someone elses problem.
An odd bit, noone worries if Christian is doing ok. Just never seems to come up.
I'm sure someone will mention it after this entry though.

I am going to need some therapy.
The world is startng to cave in a little bit.
This is a not so pleasant little mis-adventure for me. I am slowing down some at work, losing some motivation. The pizza job is turning into a total grind, and I can't seem to put the brakes on some of my short sighted spending issues that I would like to change. So that problem means I have to keep working two jobs and that in itself is feeding some of my other issues and making them seem much worse because now I hardly even have time to think about how to correct them let alone actually correct them.
I have to put some financial stuff on the front burner. Chipping away at money in little bits is still frivolous spending and that is not only useless, but also annoying once you catch yourself doing it again, KNOWING it is something you don't want to do.

I am.....seriously starting to slide into the grey . And I don't like it much.
There seems to be just enough stuff to make me feel overwhelmed and at that point I just withdraw to a point where I can not think about all of this, and then of course end up not doing anything.
And that is when mistakes happen. You stop making your best effort toward your responsibilities and they start slipping away and causing you even larger problems. Those problems compound the existing situation and the snowball gets big enough that it is intimidating and it's momentum is rather forceful. So even when you get the nerve up to stand in front of it, arms outstretched, there is a really good chance it could roll right over you.
I'll work on it.
See what I can do.
I'll pop in here again sooner.

Well things are going nicely.

Holidays are coming and we are pretty much unprepared hehehe.

Luckily Thanksgiving is at Tami's Parents so we don't have to plan for that.

Christmas is another story altogether. Tami doesn't so much have a list of things she would like, and there is going to be obligatory guilt on both our parts for getting anything from the other that is a bit costly, so it is going to be an interesting event.
Both of us have things we want I am sure.
But neither one of us wants to be the reason for a large spending of cash considering all of our current and future financial responsibilities.
The kids. Oh the kids.
We both know that whatever we get them will be unapreciated and probably torn apart within a week. But we both WANT to get them things. To provide them with the things they want, even if it is unwise to give so easily.
I don't know if we will succeed in controlling ourselves this year or not.
We did OK last year.
Still more than half of the toys they got were destroyed and they couldn't care less.
I feel bad about that. For some reason I feel it is my job to give them LOTS of stuff, even if I know they are not taking care of it and not treating the things they get with any kind of respect or responsibility.

It is not easy to be sure.

I want to get Tami something really nice this year but I don't know what. The things she has said she wants, are all rather small things and I am confident they are "guilt free" things.
I know there is something big she doesn't want to tell me about hehehe.
I just need to figure out what it is and then decide if there is anything I can do about it.

Sorry for not calling anyone back this weekend.
Just been real busy is all. Work work and work.
Then Kids and Tami. Trying to balance as much as I can.
Love you all.

Well in case anyone is reading this I have been without computer for a couple weeks now. We haven't moved it yet.

I may not be moving it until this coming weekend. So e-mails and so on have gone unread. I can't check the google mail from work so I just have to wait on my e-mails for a bit.
I'm not ignoring you, I just don't know when I will have it all moved over.

I found a couple interesting quotes.

Dick Cheney- "There comes a time when deceit and defiance must be seen for what they are. At that point, a gathering danger must be directly confronted. At that point, we must show that beyond our resolutions is actual resolve."

Dick Cheney- "Let us rid ourselves of the fiction that low oil prices are somehow good for the United States."

Just chew on those for a little bit.

If you need to borrow my tinfoil hat after reading them, don't worry. I'm making more of them.

OK!

Sorry for not posting in a bit.

I took a weeks vacation last week to finish up the house and move in. And we accomplished that to and 85% result.
There is still a little work to be done that we can finish while living there, and there is still a bit of stuff at Tami's parents house that we haven't moved yet.

But for the most part the house is working and running smoothly. We had dinner there last night for the first time. IT WAS AWESOME!
Finally all of us sitting at the dinner table again, eating at the same time.
Tami made a wonderfull dinner and everyone ate. It was great.
Then the kids all got showers, we all sat and watched as much of "The Mummy" as we could stand before getting too tired, and then it was off to bed.
The kids all went to bed without problems, and everything went smoothly for the most part.
Tinkerbell started barking at quarter to ten, and Sammy decided my face was a playtoy at some point is the wee hours of the night but nothing terrible. He purs so loud it actually woke me up last night. Crazy.

But all in all I am super excited and happy to be living on our own. Sorry I didn't really call anyone this week. We were really busy and tired every time we did get break in the action.
I'm looking forward to the next few weeks and expect to have tons more to say about it all.

Happy happy joy joy have a loaf of bread!

Yeah.
Another one.

Who cares if the spaghetti models say it is going to Tampa. I don't believe that.

Not with the way my luck is going.

Talk about your irony.

Well let's see what happens shall we.