The Unspoken Ethic

I had Never dealt with court, not really, Up until this point I had one ticket for possession of Marijuana for which I received 6 months unsupervised probation and even that had been 10 years before hand. I was told that there was a possibility that my bond could get jacked up again, sending me back to jail to await the rest of the painstaking process. A marriage in it’s final days, the prospect of returning to jail, everyone and their brother still bitching about fall out from the government shut down and to add to everybody’s sense of volatile, edginess, including my own, some cheap ass housing coal cleaning chemicals unsafely, caused a shit ton of it to get into the water system that kept the water unsafe for about a month in a widespread area.  The following is taken from various posts written throughout January.

January 4th, 2014

I was put on this earth to chew bubble gum, and piss people off. My favorites have always been the lunatic fringe who are just jealous that they can’t make being crazy look as good as I do. 😀

January 5th, 2014

The following is a paid advertisement for SFS, and does not reflect the opinions of the masses, or even necessarily the views of others with sense.

Do you know someone who sings the wrong words to the christmas song Chipmunks Roasting On An Open Fire, mistaking it for the original time honored classic Chestnuts Roasting On An Open Fire? Do you know someone who believes every word they see on the news because it’s easier than actually looking into an issue, that they apparently just so give a shit about, that they feel the dire need to get diarhea of the mouth over it? Do you know somebody who seemingly mistakes every single statement you make, just to have something to bitch at you over, and call you an asshole for?

We here at SFS (Suckers For Sarcasm) The nations number one leading non profit organization for research in expanding the attention span and knowledge base of dumb asses, believe that while these people, annoying as they are, deserve the same opportunity to re-evaluate thier lives as the rest of us, in the interest of creating a better tomorrow for society as a whole.

Lets begin with a little practical sense starting with our tag line “It’s not the words we say that pisses you off and makes you feel stupid. It’s the fact that we are right and the harshness is just a matter of you getting butt hurt by your own karma, for the damage you do.” This does not mean that we are not sympathetic to the hardships of choking on your own pride, or lack of acceptance in a society that was meant to evolve beyond it’s dark age status. It simply means that we must have hit you pretty close to the mark to get you all riled up like that.

So when I say that five years ago when it seemed WVU football fans were on the verge of a melt down over some fucking overpaid coach breaking a contract to go to Michigan, while the fact that our abysmal job market was not providing the graduates of that school the proper economy growth to make staying in this state worth their while, so they either left state or wasted that degree they fought and paid for asking people if they wanted fries with that burger, I was calling Dumb Ass, on the part of our citizens.

When I state that taking the word of one side of an argument as gold without direct knowledge aquired from the oposite side of that argument, is not conducive to giving anything that even looks like good advice, so much as placating the extremities of a single parties beliefs, I am making my stand in calling Dumb Ass.

And when I say that, while using a couple of red flag words in a descriptive capacity to make a whole other point entirely, may be frowned upon by the general public and maybe even the officials who are elected to uphold the principals of our society with clear heads in this “climate.” Last time I checked it was not an illegal activity, and no real cause to incarcerate any citizen, on the false notion that you are protecting people and not just spitting in the face of everything you tell us that we should be proud of in the same breath. I call Dumb Ass.

But like I said I am not with out my sympathy for the plight of the above mentioned people. So if I pissed you off with any of my statements, from the president of the SFS Shayne A Workman to you I say……..Have a cookie, I promise by the time you are done eating it, you will feel right as rain, you’ll remember that you can’t believe a fucking word some one like me says. Afterall I am, in high school terminology: The Satanist, The Serial Killer, The Vampire, The Werewolf, The Warlock who can curse you with a single glare, The Freak Show. You’ll remember that I am in medical terminology: Bipolar with the symptoms of PTSD, and of course in legal and mass media terminology: I am the “alleged” Terrorist. What the fuck do I know? I’m the bad guy, you know exactly what is right.

The preceding was a paid for advertisement by the SFS, and once more with feeling, Fuck You and Good Night.

January 8th, 2014

For 35 years I have listened to and put up with people and their shit, Family, “”Friends”” what ever the fuck that word actually means, co-workers, a nice cadre of motherfuckers I didn’t even know or care to, so if people can’t take as good as they have given for the few remaining months I may or may not have left as a free American, Fuck Em, Yes I am a piece of shit, so are you, I’ve just been nice enough not to point it out until now, when I have realized you face the music that gets played in your honor whether you quietly take it like a little bitch, the worlds door mat. or you decide that for fucking once it’s gonna be on your terms. Take heart no matter what the outcome of my situation is to be, locked up or let go, I will soon be deactivating this account, and strictly working my pages, I will have said my piece and when I’m done, even my appearances are going to be few and far in between, and pertaining only to business.

For what it is worth, to those who struggle to build something. Be mindful of the amount of trust you put in those pieces of shit that would leave you holding the bag, until the worst is over and then try to reap the benefits of your sacrifice. When it comes to brass tacks they are worthless. 😀

Never trust the smile of someone else’s minions. They can never truly be your people.

Unchecked silence only leads to 10’s of thousands of people camping out in front of large corporations bitching about a laundry list of problems effecting every body, that were caused not only by corruption, but by that unchecked silence against it.

I pray that on the day the last soldier returns home to find everything they sacrificed for rotted from the inside out, that our savior Wal-Mart will have sold us enough cheap ass yellow ribbon magnets that were made in China to grant us a clean bill of conscience.

January 9th,2014

Wow, another psych evaluation that got me labeled as stable. If I’m a villain, I must be one Hannibal Lecter motherfucker. So I guess the real question with most of this shit I have been writing is: Am I pounding the walls of my room as I write some of this hateful shit, or am I just in the words of pre-sell out Eddie Murphy, Giggling my motherfucking ass off? 😀

January 12th, 2014

LOL You know……. Ah Fuck it. It’s just more fun to watch the “civilized” people eat each other in this time of water wars.

January 15th, 2014

I have a little over one week left, before I shut down, so I would like to take a moment to make a little confession. I’m not really pissed at the world, I just play that on here, because unlike some people out there, I don’t want to endlessly fucking drone in somebody else’s ears all that ails me, here you have the option of not looking, and ok ask most any one who acts and they will tell you it’s more fun to be the villain. Also, awhile back my sister posted a story to my page about my little nephew fucking with her hard core. Some of you might remember seeing it, you also might remember my response. Nothing teaches you what makes people tick, better than genuine reaction.

Now for the fucked up part, I have counted likes, saw who they were, read comments, visited others pages, just for the sake of gauging the people connected to me, it’s been a fascinating social experiment, and incidentally it has also taught me a few things about the people around me, at least in as close to a genuine fashion as the interwebz allow, and that may not seem like much, but believe me you notice the ones outside of here that can’t look you in the eye, or betray something in their body language, that they would not have with out that little nudge out of the door.

We live in a world that is built on who you know and who has the best line of bullshit, you can’t trust conversation to teach you what you need to know to protect yourself from people who do not have your best interests at heart. I have seen too many fucking patron saints, that are not all they lead you to believe. I’m too blunt, I’ve always said it, always meant it, even when I am pointing out my own shit. Yes I’m Bipolar yes I have PTSD but I have also had two evaluations that ruled me as stable, Yes I took something that I should not have, yes it led me to the ER after one bad night, but then the very next day I admitted to that too, and let everyone know that I was alright, you know back when I was being a “psycho” so take what you will from that. with me what you see is what you get, so at least with me you know what you are dealing with, and even that for me is double edged sword. I am philosophical, and opinionated, stunted, and self aware, spiritual, yet guided by logic. What I am no longer is patient, giving to a fault, or tolerant of people telling me what I am with out having any real fucking clue who they even are.

I have given enough to volunteer work, I don’t have it in me to give a shit like I used to, no that does not mean I don’t care it just means that it is time I focus on what’s important for me, get my own shit in order. Yes I really am deactivating this account, no it’s not because I’m a suicidal psycho or a fuckin nut, so please people while I appreciate what some of you may have thought you were doing, if you’re not going to bother yourself with the little details, please fuck off this time. Does this mean I will not be around? Not entirely, and that will depend on more than just me. Will I be able to contact you if I wish? Some of you will, and that too is why I went through the trouble of gauging the people around me. Others won’t and I don’t care, don’t mean to be a dick, but I’m tired and I’m tired of being tired, and the less contact I have with a world I don’t feel I belong to the less tired I hope to be. This serves as my declaration of intent, anything else you care to know, read my history, I suggest looking at November 27th.

January 19th, 2014

You think that’s water you’re drinking now? LOL

(Proof that even pissed at the world, I could still be helpful.) Here is a tip, from the desert people, Smoke Bath, three herbs to burn that helps kill bacteria and act as a natural deodorant, Sage, Juniper and Frankincense.

January 21st, 2014

I know when I look into a mirror, I see that fear is my worst enemy, my own and that of others. The barriers it has built that inhibit all we are and are capable of, as separate entities and as a whole……..Fuck Fear, above all else, it is the only true oppressor.

There is no worse fear than that which can hide itself as a moral or principal, for it sits unnoticed within and freezes us in place all the same, even as it feeds on the indulgence of the ego, that desperately needs to cling to the assurance that we are committing Right Action……..Fuck Fear, Fear is both Death of self and Death itself.

January 23rd, 2014

Image is everything, but David Copperfield never made the statue of liberty disappear, he just made it look like he did. So we are just going to have to live with the piss poor results that come from treating smoke and mirrors like it’s gospel in the really real world.

Be Yourself, as long as it fits with what everyone else considers normal, That second, usually unspoken half, Is the type of double standard, that has left so many jaded and cynical toward all the precious little sayings that most of us say, because we have heard it a million times, but few have actually thought enough about their actual meaning. Empty words have no real meaning, no matter what Websters says.