Ubuntu ~ Hello Kitty

Hi. I'm with National Geographic.

Now. Before I start, I would just like to apologize to all the innocent people reading this entry wondering why the lovely Yokai has gone off on a category 5 rage. I will explain. There should be some detail here since The Death Eaters out there are doing a great job of attacking a person that doesn't even work in a certain corporation anymore.

Yep, all done. Which should mean, leave this demon where she sleeps, but that was just too fucking easy wasn't it. Huh whatever your unimpressive barely over minimum wage minded name is. I don't really care who the Jupiter you are anymore. But you do have my full fucking attention.

I can only assume you are the same spineless cold-blooded bitch-assed individual who originally decided I would hurt one of the poor patrons of the Bookstore in my last two weeks before I left. You didn't allow me to defend myself or have anyone stand in my corner. Hell for that matter maybe it was a class action suite. I don't care. The point; it was foul. That's the same gutless shit people pull when the claim they are patriots, highly religious, or faithful then have the audacity to turn around and disrespect our soldiers in their faces and flaunt and an affair in front of their children. WTF? Yep, you are in that category. You are not to be trusted. I hope you turn corners and feel sweaty because you don't trust anyone. I hope it wakes you up at night with doubt and nausea. The dry feeling in your throat isn't the flu. That's called Karma. When you fuck with a Wiccan, the 3 fold fucks with you.

I'm sure this isn't your first sodomy. You've had practice. It's probably gotten you where you are in life. You probably aren't very happy about your station in life , and have a hard time dealing with the truth. What the fuck ever. Cry me a river. Have you even really earned anything? Really? How about respect? Because if you don't have respect then what do you have. Huh, stool pigeon? You know what? You have my permission this time. Go back to the store manager. Print this out and give it to him. Let him know that I am addressing you personally for your cowardliness. Because I'm nobody's bitch, and you shouldn't be either. Time and muther fucking place. If you can't give me that, get off my tit! Wait. Better yet, I don't even have a probably with you. However, I do with your parents. Obviously the drugs they were on were something fierce! Your dad shoulda rubbed you out in the toilet. For a back plan your mom shoulda spit you out instead of sucking you in her cunt!

Now take that to the SM!!!! If not, then leave me the Hell alone. I am not a fucking threat to you! I'm a ghost. I'm was and has been. Leave me in the past and I'll do you the same. Last fucking warning!

Just to get this out in the open. I will even admit somethings so it's fair. I am an Army Vet with PTSD issues. I don't get along with people in general. In fact, I think most people deserve a wake up call kinda of like from a flaming sword. Most people are ostriches and survive only by keeping their heads buried in the sand. I'm having marital issues and in-laws issues. I attended therapy once a week and take mood stabilizers. Right now, financially life sucks. My cats are rebelling, and a tend to be a bitch if you don't know me. Hell, I'm bitch if you do know me. To know me is to hate me. But Sometimes to hate me is to love me. I won't lie to you. I will be honest with . So don't ask if you don't want to know. I will spare your feelings. I do have a heart. I feel strongly over Pride, but I won't let it get the best of me. I'm not always right, but I'm not always wrong. I am NOT politically correct and don't care for it. Oh, sometimes, I'm an asshole. But, if you deserve it. You get my rage!

What do you got!

-I have a right to my anger, and I don't want anybody telling me I shouldn't be, that it's not nice to be, and that something's wrong with me because I get angry.

Maxine Waters, in Brian Lanker, I Dream a World, 1989

Yokai is waiting!

Much better now!

Hello Readers!

This afternoon, there is a twinkle in my eye and a pep in my step. One I have to thank the Goddess and a Spunky girl we will call Pumpkin who told me after listening to all my woes in the downstairs department to invest in a glass dildo. The one I bought is Phenomenal. I think I could live life without multi-party sex the rest of my life since I found this thing! But I guess that's way too much for a nooner rant!

I have also detoxified after wishing the plague of the pack of Serengeti Lionesses on the Blue Falcon from the bookstore. Okay, nothing official was done, but we can all dream can't we? The threefold rule is in affect. So when you fuck with a Wiccan, it applies to the fucker. Yep, at least with Christianity you can repent your sins. Not so much with this religion. Reap and Sow my dears, reap and sow.

So last night I went to a child's birthday party at a skating rink which cemented in my head, I never want kids I just photographed. I gotta work on printing today. No show daddy came and left life the Flash. I think if there were alcohol, people would have been able to deal much better. I have a low grade of Agoraphobia. I needed a Seroquel. Not only were there lots of people on roller skates falling left and right like bowling pins, kids were doing it to. Did you know, they even put kids in a glass booth with money tickets blowing around them? They did! Two minutes a person would stay inside this booth trying to collect tickets shaped like money that would blow around them. Boy, there was this 12 year old slut in there (sorry, I guess if she is 12, she is not a slut she was dressed age-appropriate!) that was stuffing the tickets down here skirt and into her training bra as directed by her mom/aunt/ foster parent/like guardian. Just imagine. In ten years, that girl will be a seasoned pro and it will be a career move for her. She'll be using that skill to pay her rent. Eww.

The second thing I did last night was go to the Westfield Oktoberfest. We paid 8 bucks for a plastic mug and an orange stick bracelet that ended up cutting of my circulation while I was later in Connecticut trying to buy my glass dildo. How embarrassing! Digress! We walk into a hanger to find it empty except for a handful of people. A small polka group huddled in there man shorts or Liederhosen while playing a short polka. Polka is Polish. Bavarian don't polka. Hitler ended that with the quickness. He thought it was disgusting like the Poles and the Gypsies that played the music. Loss of points. The food they served was hamburgers, hot dogs, and Spaghetti. What about any of that says Bavarian? It's not even German. Geez. The beer served was Spaten. Yes, after you paid 8 bucks to get in you still had to pay 4 bucks a hit for beer. And not even in the big ass glass steins carried by the big tit having honeys of Bavaria. Nope. In the 8 dollar mug. I had a 5 dollar plastic cup of white wine. My choices were an Italian or a German wine. I went with the German one. Although, when I was in Munich, I don't recall being able to drink wine at the Oktoberfest. I also remember being complete drenched in beer when I left, but those were different times in a different land. So I think this fest actually owes me points. Well except for the one drunk married MILF that kept sexually attacking this poor guy who was just passing buy to dance in front of the "Crazy Fireman Band" . She kept trying to where his German hat and put her hand in his hosen. The husband could only hold their baby and watch. That kid has some quality there. Oh, and the lesbian couple that kept trapping her in a corner when she was man free. That was even better. Hey, at least she was enjoying herself. I even filmed a bit of it so I could enjoy myself later.

--And that's the world in a nutshell, an appropriate receptacle.
Stan Dunn

--Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.
Isaac Asimov

Tschus

Yokai the Relived

Truth and Trust

Hello Guys!

I just want to say, I'm no body's bitch! Let's just get that right out. I don't like to be put in the "bitched out, bent over" position. I spent too many years swearing I wasn't going to let that shit happen, and then low and behold from right underneath me, without warning and for only $8.50 an hour no less. I got bent over a fucking table. I might as well had a fucking gimp mask on screaming, " Yes Mistress, I've been a bad girl! Beat me more!" Aughrrrrrr!!!!!! At least in the Army, there was a chance I would at least step on a land mine and lose a leg then the ass raper who blindsided me would feel some guilt. Nope. It's nice to know even in the civilian world "Buddy Fucking" goes on, but civilians are just either too dumb, polite, or PC to call a fucking wolf what it is.

No. I'm not bitter at all. I'm just highly annoyed. Truth. What most people claim they want, but are desperately afraid of. The moment something scary pops out heads bury in the sand. The really Truth is I want to look for Weapons of Mass Destruction in that store, but that would be an illegal act of War and I would probably go to jail for harassment. Truth. I will be way more productive and self satisfied ( as soon as I get this toxifying outrage out of my system ) in my first year than that poor pathetic soul that felt the gutless need to express concern for customers' safety will in his or her entire life because that individual is a sheep in the back of the herd. A lemming jumping of a cliff in Norway. And finally a mangy hyena waiting for a fucking lioness to put him or her out of her misery. Trust. When that time comes, I hope I'm there to film for National Geographic or Animal Planet!

--Ambition drove many men to become false; to have one thought locked in the breast, another ready on the tongue.
Sallust, The War with Catiline

--False words are not only evil in themselves, but they infect the soul with evil.
Plato, Dialogues, Phaedo

Yokai Kifujin

I am angry, and pissed off. I slipped out the back.

Hello all!

I know it has been a really long time since we have spoken, but I cannot really put words to screen right now. So, I'm letting the lyrical genius of Mike Shinoda do it for me!

Yes, I did finally take the job with the Post Office. So know more being the public's punching bag!

Slip Out the Back

You know me, I used to get caught up in everyday life

Tried to make it through my day so I could sleep at night

Tried to figure out my way through the maze of rights and wrongs, but like you used to say

Nothing feels like it's really worth it

Forget perfect, I'm trying not to be worthless

Since I last saw you I been looking for a purpose

Well I met this kid who thought like I did

He had a weird way of looking at it

This is what he said

Slip out the back before they know you were there

And at the worst you'll see nobody cares

Cos you don't wanna be around when it all goes down

Even heroes know when to be scared

Slip out the back before they know you were there

And at the worst you'll see nobody cares

Cos you don't wanna be around when it all goes down

Even heroes know when to be scared

I don't remember where I met him or remember his name

But he walked funny like he was just too big for his frame

Just over five foot but he weighed a buck fifty

And what he said just seemed so right it stuck with me

Listen its like poker you can play your best

But you got to know when to fold your cards and take a rest

And know when to hold your cards and hold your breath

And hope that nobody else is stacking the deck because I don't need to tell you that life isn't fair, it doesn't care

It arbitrarily cuts off your air, and like you I want someone to say its OKAY

But in the truest parts of our hearts every body's afraid

But just under appreciated and overwhelmed

Fighting so hard to hide our fear that were scaring ourselves

You understand when I'm saying that you always did

But its different in the words of a cowardly kid

Slip out the back before they know you were there

And at the worst you'll see nobody cares

Cos you don't wanna be around when it all goes down

Even heroes know when to be scared

Slip out the back before they know you were there

And at the worst you'll see nobody cares

Cos you don't wanna be around when it all goes down

Even heroes know when to be scared

I'm no hero, you remember how I was, you know

All I ever did was worry, feeling out of control

To the point where everything was going end over end

I'm spinning around in circles again

This is where you come in

All of this to explain to you why

I had to separate myself away from yesterday's life

Please remember this isn't how I hoped it would be

But I had to protect you from me

That's why I slipped out the back before you knew I was there

I know you felt unprepared

But every single time I was around I just bring you down

And I could tell that it was time to be scared

That's why I slipped out the back before you knew I was there

And I know the way I left wasn't fair

I didn't want to be around just to bring you down

I'm not a hero but don't think I didn't care

Well talk more on this. Just remember to thank Mike Shinoda ( who is completely on my to fuck list for his musical poetry), and to trust no one because the Borg is listening.

--As you sow, so shall you reap,

one of Yokai Kifujin fondest sayings

Origins: Bible: King James Version Galatians VI

Yokai the Enrageged

Et Nomini Tatri, et Fili, Spiritus Sancti

This is probably my favorite of all time Speech and Scene from a movie. It is from the last scene in the movie Boondock Saints. Anyone who has seen this movie will admit this is the most powerful scene. The speech made the movie a cult classic. And even if you are not into violent movies, seeing William Dafoe dressed up as a female hooker is just worth your time.

So no rant today from me. This says everything on my mind!

Now, you will receive us.

We do not ask for your poor, or your hungry. We do not want your tired and sick.

It is your corrupt we claim. It is your evil that will be sought by us.

With every breath we shall hunt them down. Each day, we will spill their blood till it rains down from the skies.

Do not kill, do not rape, do not steal. These are principles which EVERY man of EVERY faith can embrace.

These are not polite suggestions. These are codes of behavior, and those of you that ignore them will pay the dearest cost.

There are varying degrees of evil. We urge you lesser forms of filth...not to push the bounds and cross over...into true corruption...into our domain.

For if you do, one day you will look behind you and you will see we three.

And on that day, you will reap it. And we will send you to whatever God you wish.

And shepherds we shall be, For Thee, my Lord, for Thee. Power hath descended forth from Thy hand, That our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command. So we shall flow a river forth to Thee, And teeming with souls shall it ever be. Et Nomini Patri, et Fili, Spiritus Sancti.

--From "Boondock Saints," The courtroom speech. By the way The Latin translates roughly to : They will act as God's messenger's, disciples if you will, to eradicate all the bad things that corrupt the citizenship and humanity. To try and recreate a starting point so that all we have is original sin, a chance to start over.

Learn it. Live it. Learn it!!!

Yokai Kijujin

I just had to share this!!!!

My gift to you for Labor Day!!!

Enjoy. Much love from Lauren Caitlin Upton

Why is it 1/5th of Americans can't identify th eUS on a map?

Yokai

Pass the Zoloft, please.

Good Afternoon or Morning or whatever time it is~

I must say, I wish I was of Aztec decent. She looks gorgeous. Let's just face it. There is a lack of pics of gorgeous black women out there. Don't get me wrong, by no means do we hold the last place ribbon on beauty and attractiveness, but we do hold the last place ribbon on art that shows how beautiful we are. What do you normally see with black or African art. Strength, faith, persistence, and sometimes hostility. Never anything like the little Aztec beauty above. Although the closest I could find happens to be one of Disney's Pixie Friends. I pixie named "Lily." Pictured above the Aztec girl. She's adorable, and a start. She even has the booty to boot!!!!!

I'll get off this kick. It seems the more I dwell on this, the less happy I get with America. At least at Pixie Hollow multicultural isn't a word and everyone has an equal stake. Finally something good to teach girls: There's no prince charming, people of all backgrounds can live together and use each other's differences for the common good, and everyone is beautiful. I am beginning to respect the evil empire known as Disney once again.

I have been enjoying the audio book Dearly Devoted Dexter, over the last couple of days, and with much gusto, I rented the first season of Showtime's Dexter a spin off of the books. It was a little slow to get into, but now I'm hooked, give it a shot.

I must leave now. I need to shower and all the other fun stuff involved in getting ready for work. The new Cash Sup should be training today. People come and people go, but it seems your favorite demon is cemented to the floor. My life is an empty snack machine except for the three bags of Munchos. Nobody ever wants the Munchos.

I can't wait to get over this Goddamn depression. As my therapist says, " Your just cycling. We'll continue to monitor your moods and perceptions before we adjust." Adjust my ass. She means shoot tranquilizer darts into the demon. Whatever. At least there would be change.

Sometimes the mind, for reasons we don't necessarily understand, just decides to go to the store for a quart of milk.

Diane Frolov and Andrew Schneider, Northern Exposure, Three Doctors, 1993

Yokai Kifujin

From the depths of the Black Lagoon...

Hello My readers!

From the bottom of the rabbit hole, Alice is slowly finding her way out of wonderland. I know. It's been ages since we spoke last. It seems my depression has cycled back and has left me a shadow of the vibrant and vocal demon I used to be. But I must not let it keep me from the thoughts that flow venomously through my mind. I mean a world without Yokai is simple a world waiting for an Apocalypse.

First of all I just want to say how much I love the art work of Ms. Jasmine Becket-Griffith. Check out her work sometime. I simply adore the girls. I also want to welcome a new reader. Hello. Don't take it all in at once, that could be hazardous to your health. Here I don't ask for approval or acceptance. This is my corner of the world, and I do with it as I please. Main thing, just don't take my words personally. Unless of course you specifically fit the description, then maybe you should rethink your stance.

So has anybody been keeping up with as said on the Daily Show, "Cluster F@ck to the White House?" Trust me I haven't been. All the candidates have reached a new level of grotesque in my mind. Really is there an original thought among them other than how to reword the same idea to make it sound like he or she has a leg up? I mean how many more debates do we have to endure until the collective idiot population of our country realizes that these bitches have nothing productive to say. I hear ideas not plans. I hear back pedalling, blaming, excuses, white lies, and half truths, but no plans. Cleverly worded and mesmerizing ideas, but no definitive plans. Now that's Bitch!!!!! Speaking of the Daily Show, Sen. B. Obama will be on to night.

So what's going on with me. Last month I got word that I would be able to take a typing test for a position in the Worcester Main St post office. I passed it so I'm waiting on stage three. I went to a Army Muster on 8 August. That was painless after watching two PowerPoint presentations. Boy, the Army loves execution by PowerPoint! Here is where I found out that the reign of terror known as IIR ends 5 Jan 08. Lovely. So about 4 months to go until total civilian life. However, I do have to renew my top secret clearance. If in the next 4 months I gotta go back, I damn sure ain't going back as a clerk! Sorry, this demon was spoiled by the quasi-good life.

So with the exception of the deep depression that's it. Oh, I did read Stephanie Meyer's Twilight. Very good. Even for a teen book. If you're a vamp fan like me. I'm sure you'll enjoy it. It's a bit different from most books. It drags until somewhere near pate 350. But before the action starts, there is a lot of character building and plot establishment. So I think a well written book for teens, and a light and pleasant read for adult readers.

Now that's it.

During my fall down the rabbit hole, I dwelt in some series issues: marital distress, self- loathing, loneliness, hopelessness, and death. After discussing this with my therapist (finally) yesterday, she told me at least I'm improving. Two weeks ago, I didn't want to exist. So yes, I have improved. The worst part of depression is where your mind goes when it is floating in the abyss. Mine seems to want to float in complex thoughts about world suffering. I think how Darwinism isn't a theory, but a part of life. As condors, bears, and trees are on the verge of extinction, so are many of the populations of humans.

I know. It is humane to want to save the starving people of Malawi, Lesotho and Zimbabwe, but, it is not always what needs to happen. We you discuss death of innocence, it always puts a thick lump in one's throat. So how shall we save them? Round them up into camps and feed them everyday like livestock? Is that how you would want to live? Oh, but it's the warlords that are responsible. Funny how you remove one and three more pop up to fight for the predecessor spot. In the process the same innocent starving people continue to suffer. Not only that, those people are used to gain funds. Funds that will never go to the people. I don't have an answer. I can only say, those that are willing to risk their lives to free cattle on slaughter farms don't have the same belief for the people in Africa. What about the Iraqis, Afghans, and Iranians? I don't see efforts and celebrities there to help maintain those populations. The only thing I see is herds of people stating we should leave. Again. No answer. I know we can't leave. We dropped the glass of milk in our neighbor's kitchen. We have to stay and clean the mess we made.

One other thing. I dislike stupidity. In general. There's ignorance and there's stupidity. Very few people are ignorant. Many are stupid. Geez, the things that exit the mouths of people. Common courtesy might as well be hope stuck in Pandora's box because that shit never rears it's head in most of the American society. It's like it's okay to be a rude dickhead or a filthy noise slinging cunt! I even see parents being told off by their kids while I'm at work. It takes all my strength to not revert back to my American native heritage of the "Slap-a-ho" tribe! I think that my actually be part of the reason people are dicks. Their parents gave them no incentives to be courtesy and respectful. Had Momma or Papa had knocked the living crap outta little Johnny or Janey when they acted like a fool, maybe people wouldn't be so bad. Anyway. Stick a fork in me.

Here are 3 send offs to get us back in the habit!

The more severe the pain or illness, the more severe will be the necessary changes. These may involve breaking bad habits, or acquiring some new and better ones.
Peter McWilliams, Life 101

You have no control over what the other guy does. You only have control over what you do.
A. J. Kitt

Of those who say nothing, few are silent.
Thomas Neill

Yokai Kifujin

...for Liberty and Justice for all????

Good Morning Readers,





Well, I'm starting off here at 7:30 this morning, I don't exactly know when I'll finish this one. This rant has been two weeks in the making!

It is my day off so we'll see how it goes. Currently, I'm waiting on Hubby to wake from his deep slumber. He set his alarm for 6, the cats sensing it would go off at six, woke me up at 5:45! So viola! Here I am. Awake (sort of) and ranting! Oh, I'm also bidding on some toe rings.

So why did I choose this picture? I spent my 4th of July in New York City. Well, half was visiting Liberty Island and Ground Zero or the dirt whole left by the Twin Towers on 9/11, and visiting Ursula and my Father-in-law in Brooklyn. Oh the fun! I brought here a small potted bush or Parade Roses. After about 30 minutes, she looks over at the roses, then to Hubby and asks him to move the flowers over by him (on the other side of the room). After the flowers are sat by the mini fridge she exclaims, "Wow! I can breathe again! I guess live flowers can obstruct your breathing when you have lung problems!" Great. Now they know I want her dead and I was using roses to do her in with. WTF!!!!!!

So my first rant his with Ground Zero. Ladies and Gents and all you other unsavory characters, it's been almost six years. Get over it! For one day, for a couple of hours, we were just like the people of Iraq, Afghanistan, Palestine, Israel, Lebanon, and every other country that has civil unrest. Those countries have a legitimate reason for not rebuilding. It keeps getting blown up. What's our excuse? Why isn't there a park, or a museum, or a statue, a fountain, something there to not remind us of the event? It is an eye sore. The majestic and great city of New York is crippled by what? Nostalgia? Is this to remind us why we invaded a country that has nothing to do with the attack? Because we damn sure don't complain about being in Afghanistan! Hello, the place we shoulda cleaned up before making a bleeding cesspool of human agony and despair in Iraq. Not that Afghanistan isn't another whole of shit. Granted, they all did alot of the destruction themselves, but we didn't have to go in and and company to misery. So can we move on and create something to honor those that died, gave their lives, and suffered from the 9/11 catastrophe. Please.

Wow, did I digress! The reason I posted this picture of the Statue of Liberty with here back to us is because justice and liberty no longer exist. They have turned their backs on us. I felt moved when I got on Liberty Island and realized that when the Ferry drops you off, it is to her back. I know. She is suppose to be looking over New York, one of the major hubs of America. But her back faces the rest of us. You know, the ones of us who aren't so elite and do not live and work on 5th Ave. I guess what finally triggered me to type this rant was seeing Michael Moore's Sicko. I cried several times throughout this movie. I have seen the majority of Moore's films. You can see his liberal lean on most of his work. This one was no different, except for one thing, he is right. Sorry. As a moderate republican, I must say, I hate agreeing with him, but he is right. He's right in all his movies. Well, let me clarify. The bottom line of his expression is right. His means or views may be a bit bias, but overall, he usually is right. I have experienced the free health care of a socialist nation. I don't see why we don't' have it. Well, I know why we don't have it. Because no one makes a billion dollars by caring about others.

I cried because of the sad stories of not the people without health care, but the ones that do have it. The ones that paid extremely high premiums, to be told when their lives depended on that investment, they didn't qualify or it was "experimental", or my favorite," it's not a necessity for life." Many of those people died. Died. Died from lack of health care. I thought we were a first world country. Maybe Sally Struthers should be asking other countries for ten cent a day to keep an American child alive! Of course health care should be free. Because a healthy nation is a productive nation. We pay less taxes than any other country, but people go bankrupt every day. They lose their homes, their jobs, their dignities. Why? These people aren't that bum on the street that is drunk and covered in his own waste. They are our neighbors, the teachers that teach our children, soldiers that keep our land free, firefighters that save our homes, our moms, our dads, and yes, us-you and me. Children go to school for free, yes, college for free! I've seen it. I lived in the Netherlands for 4 years! It's true. Free health care and college. I've even used the health care. No questions other than your name and what do you need?

In Massachusetts, it is going to be state law that everyone must have health insurance. Not that we have Universal health care, but health insurance. Sounds like guaranteed money for someone! I thought it would be a good idea until, I realized it would be illegal if you didn't supply some companies bank account. WTF!!!!!

It is heartbreaking to know that for 6 fucking years, I served for this country. While I am 60% disabled, I have VA, my husband isn't disabled. I served believing that I was doing my part. Paying for the freedom I was blessed to have. What I really was doing was being blindfolded, stabbed in the back, and ass raped. And this will continue until I die. Forget retiring. Very few Americans can actually retire. Most are so far in debt, when they die the only legacy they can leave their children is debt. Why did we let this happen?

During the Gulf War, people sported t-shirts and bumper stickers that said, " This colors don't run." Unfortunately, they did run. Or maybe it was more duck and cover. Anyway, they were bleached out with all the liberty and justice. Is democracy really a good thing? In theory, it's great. Then again, communism was great in theory. Why did we let this happen? You know why? Because we are so set in our ways, were blinded. As I said earlier, blindfolded, stabbed in the back, and ass raped. Maybe for the last 40 or 50 years now. So America, what are we going to do about it? Every time we become aware of issues we are diverted with a war, Bradgelina, Paris Hilton, Eva Longoria's wedding, American Idol, Survivor, illegal immigrants, sex scandals, etc. Oh and by the way, your only an illegal alien if you didn't go through the proverbial "Ellis Island." If you did you are either an "Asylum Seeker or a Resident Alien". Seeing Ellis Island was a slap in the face for me. My relatives didn't go through. There are no records of where they came from, or when the might have come here. Where is my Island? I'm sure others are wondering the same thing. Justice for all. I guess it on that same Island they has the records of my relatives. I'm sure Elvis and Tupac are doing a great job keeping the records maintained.

The election year is approaching. Do you know who is running. I do, but I don't care for any of them. None of them have our best interests in mind. However, they do know what we want to hear. I suggest writing in your candidate. C'mon, does Hillary, Obama, John, Ron, Rudy, or any other of those Jack-o-lopes really give two shits about you, me, or anyone who isn't in their direct line of fire? The answer is no. So let's not give in to this hypocritical bullshit. We need someone who cares. Someone who has the smarts to put together an All star Dream team. Great in domestic and foreign affairs. Someone who will make being an American someone others want to strive to be like. Hey, even in Cuba there is universal (free) health care. I hear it's pretty good. Better than what we have.

Well that's all I have for now. I took several lines from the movie , V for Vendetta, as my closing lines. If you have seen the movie or read the graphic novel. Take a gander at one or both of them.

V: People should not be afraid of their governments. Governments should be afraid of their people.

Evey Hammond: My father was a writer. You would've liked him. He used to say that artists use lies to tell the truth, while politicians use them to cover the truth up.

V: Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. [carves V into poster on wall] V: The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. [giggles] V: Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.

V: Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of every day routine- the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration, thereby those important events of the past usually associated with someone's death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, a celebration of a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this November the 5th, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat. There are of course those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there? Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly there are those more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror. I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you, and in your panic you turned to the now high chancellor, Adam Sutler. He promised you order, he promised you peace, and all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent. Last night I sought to end that silence. Last night I destroyed the Old Bailey, to remind this country of what it has forgotten. More than four hundred years ago a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more than words, they are perspectives. So if you've seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you then I would suggest you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek, then I ask you to stand beside me one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament, and together we shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever be forgot.

Closing Credits Music Voiceover - Male: Concerning non-violence: It is criminal to teach man not to defend himself when he is the constant victim of brutal attacks.

Closing Credits Music Voiceover - Female: Sex and Race, because they are easy, visible differences, have been the primary ways of organising human beings into superior and inferior groups and into the cheap labour on which this system still depends. We are talking about a society in which there will be no roles other than those chosen, or those earned. We are really talking about Humanism.

Yokai Kifujin

Hidden Racism part Deux

Hi guys!

Did anyone notice in the Transformer movie (released 3 Jul 07), that Jazz the Autobot, who was voiced by an African American actor was the only Autobot to die?

Poetic Justice or Cruel Irony???

You be the Judge:

Jazz

RIP

17 Sep 1984 - 3 Jul 2007

Yokai

Hidden Racism

Good Evening my friends,

Can we talk? Let's talk.

First off, let's welcome back Lord Sesshomaru. Boy I love this guy!!!!!

Now to buisness!

Gonna let everyone out there who reads this blog know that I'm a Black American or as my Grandmother would say "American Black," because we are American born and Americans first. Now, don't let this sway you. She firmly believed in loose segregation. Meaning, it is okay to mingle with people of different ethnicity, just not marry and have kids with them. Hey, I grew up in the South. Hello America to Hidden Racism.

I live in the North. Once called the "Free North". I personally call it, Type A personality Hypocritical Purgatory. Or, Liberal Country. As you can tell, I'm not liberal. Bring on the hate mail! I'm a Moderate Republican which means I usually vote Democrat because the Mod Reps just don't have the balls to go the distance. Well, except for Ron Paul. This guy I like, and I usually don't care for politicians or circus poodles, or dancing bears, or whatever. Congressman Paul , however seems to be one of the most down to earth Politicians rallying for the gold. I don't care for his views on abortion, gay marriage, and corporal punishment, but I'm sure he is somewhat malleable. Sorry about the digression I don't care for the majority of views of liberals. I don't like the care-free blame the government for everything attitude. The "owed" attitude. Freedom is not free. People like me and at least 1.4 million other out there that are earning it or have earned it. Citizenship, health care, education, decent economy, and prosperity should cost. At least 2 years out of a persons meager little life so they can't just spout off at the mouth things that someone else who shed blood, sweat, and tears paid for. Shut up you Birkenstock wearing, dread-lock having, house in the Cape visiting whining cunt. Won't you at least join the Peace Corps. That way you can at least bandage the wounded, feed the hungry, house the homeless, and educate the illiterate! Whew! I'm sorry.

Anyway, my point is Liberals are the first to shoot off about how they don't see differences in people. You know, that Oogy, Boogy, Song and Dance crap about everyone being equal no matter their race, religion, sex, age, etc. Bullshit!!!! If you don't see difference, it's called Hidden Racism. Naive Dumbshits! I want you to know I'm different. How will you appreciate me, or address me, or know what my limits are? Guess what, I don't tan the same way as you do, Caucasians. Yep, I don't want to tan. I'm dark enough as it is. Oops! There's a difference. I don't own a comb because it will damage my hair. Uh-oh. That's different too! I have bootylicious curves, fatter lips, and a name from my mother's imagination (well sort of. Not really. It could have been if she didn't watch so much TV!!!). Want me to go on? As an American Black I'm higher risk for Hypertension, HIV, and frostbite. My pigment allows me to function in warmer climates. Look it up. All sorts of differences.

Now, just because we (collectively) are different, doesn't mean we are inferior. I can do just about anything you put in front of me within reason (brain surgery is definitely out!) I am educated. I don't have the degrees, but I love to learn. I absorb if you teach me. I can best anyone out there with a little bit of time. Well, maybe not everyone, but at least one or two of ya! What I'm saying is don't look through me. Don't ignore me. Don't look the other way. Don't give me the la-de-dah. I earned my respect. Try me. Give me the dignity I deserve. Stop being fucking ignorant. Ignorance is the root of all hatred. Amazing. After almost 150 years, we still have not come far enough. The best part, we as a country just find new people to hate.

Good Night,


Before God we are all equally wise - and equally foolish.

Albert Einstein
US (German-born) physicist (1879 - 1955)

Yokai, the Enraged!

I swear....

Good evening!

Is it even possible for it to be any hotter here in New England. WTF!!! A place that can receive up to 8 inches of snow should never get to 100 degrees in the summer. This truly is a 4 season state.

So I am weaseling a bit of time just to give everyone an update on Ursula. She is finally out of ICU. She has had the breathing tubes removed and is eating solid food. Yet she is still bed bound. Currently, Hubby is saying everyone believes she will be coming home sometime next week. Yeah. That whole I will hear about not visiting her later thing is closing in fast. Wonderful. Out f-ing standing!

What I think I hate most about her condition is that everyone has nothing bad to say about her. It's like every ill dandelion seed that she spread via the wind crashed and burned only 2 inches away from the plant. Am I the only one who remembers the vile nature of this woman? Will her eulogy be comparable to Princess Diana's or Mother Theresa's? Does that officially make me the wicked one? I couldn't believe all the wonderful "memories" people are reminiscing on. It's like I entered the twilight zone. Whatever.

So I have decided that I hate liberals. Seriously, everyone one I've met in this state whines about everything: paying state tax, the price of gas, plastic, necessities should be free, war is wrong, etc. First of, I think people are seriously using the term "liberal" wrong. It is use to define some one's character. For most people that use it as characteristic, they should just change it to the word "stupid" because most of these yahoos are just not thinking. C'mon. No state tax? How the fuck do you pay for things then? There should be tax. The reason we can't afford shit now is because we keep lowering taxes. I for one would be willing to pay higher taxes to take care of our country. You know, health care, Social Security, Disability, Retirement, National Defense, Education. The "necessities."

War. The kinda had a good idea, but fucked it in the ass with nonsense. Chaos theory. If there is no war, then there cannot be peace. It's relative. Just like with out pain there's no pleasure. Wars change things that would not change on their own. It is a necessary evil. Sorry. Think of it as Darwinism. If there is nothing to fight for then what do you live for?

Let's just be real. Freedom isn't free. You get what you pay for. Stop whining and save all that energy for something worthwhile.

Have a great night!

Let me give you a word of the philosophy of reforms.
The whole history of the progress of human liberty shows that all concessions, yet made to her august claims, have been born of earnest struggle. The conflict has been exciting, agitating, all-absorbing, and for the time being putting all other tumults to silence. It must do this or it does nothing.
If there is no struggle, there is no progress. Those who profess to favor freedom, and yet depreciate agitation, are men who want crops without plowing up the ground. They want rain without thunder and lightening. They want the ocean without the awful roar of its many waters.
This struggle may be a moral one; or it may be a physical one; or it may be both moral and physical; but it must be a struggle. Power concedes nothing without a demand. It never did and it never will. Find out just what a people will submit to, and you have found out the exact amount of injustice and wrong which will be imposed upon them; and these will continue till they are resisted with either words or blows, or with both. The limits of tyrants are prescribed by the endurance of those whom they oppress.
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Men may not get all they pay for in this world; but they must pay for all they get. If we ever get free from all the oppressions and wrongs heaped upon us, we must pay for their removal. We must do this by labor, by suffering, by sacrifice, and, if needs be, by our lives, and the lives of others.
______________________
Frederick Douglass

From an address on West India Emancipation, August 4, 1857.

Yokai

When in doubt, Scream!!!

Afternoon all!

So I am sitting here at Hubby's office. We were suppose to meet here at 11:30a to have lunch. Suppose to.

3pm!

We at a this Japanese restaurant called Ichiban. Just like the auto performance parts. It wasn't bad. They had the best tasting Crab Rangoons. Ahh.

So Not much to report other than my Mother-in-laws progress with that experimental laser removal of cancer nodules. It was a little touchy at first. The pain meds weren't working, causing her to be in great pain and fluid on her lungs. So she is currently in ICU. I hate the fact that I should be concerned because she is a life, but the evil inside of me could careless. Sometimes being dark is all that gets you through life. I have accepted that. Detachment is a great blanket!

Hubby is planning to see her this weekend. I'll be working so I won't be going. Bummer. Besides, it's not like me going to see her will really be appreciated. Of course it will be used against me later, but that'll be later.

I have got to find some way of getting me time again. With my crazy night schedule, I can't seem to work in time to read, blog, work out, or hang out on myspace. I feel like a louse. With more money (very little) comes lack of personal indulgence. I fucking hate being an adult.

Anywho, I hear one of my babies. Til next I type and you read!

TTFN!

Lady Demon

Never let your guard down!

Morning All!

So, now that I've had sometime to calm down and dwell, I can share. Always remember, a leopard can never change it's spots! It's amazing! Ursula is a dead ringer for my Mother-in-law!!!!

Yesterday after our couple's massage, we ended up at the in-laws. Lately, it's been tolerable for me to be in their presence. It must be the Zoloft masking the pain! One day a week, I like to go drug-free. No Blood pressure meds, no tripped out head meds, no Naproxen, no Vitamin, just herbal tea for whatever ails me. I know. Not good considering two of those meds are classified as life sustaining. But it's a quasi-detox day for me. So just let me have it okay!!!!! It's my vice like shoe shopping.

Anyway, I'm back on track now. We end up at the in-laws, and we visit for maybe two hours. It's going well. We watch Hubby and his brother play Trauma Center: Second Opinion... on Nintendo Wii. As idiotic as the concept of a video game based on Emergency Room situations, it's pretty interesting to watch. I'd buy it if I had a Wii! We tell them about the couple's massage we just finish having. The first thing Ursula says is "Oh, you went back to that girl. I thought you said she wasn't any good!!" I was livid! Not only is this "girl" the best MT that I have ever had, she is one of my good friends that I cherish deeply! I let the anger cool in me and didn't say a word. She continues, " It must be nice to be rich. To be able to afford a ritzy thing like massages. I wish I made enough money where I could just splurge on myself." Again, not only did she offend my belief in alternative medicine, she mocked us for our choice of how we celebrated our anniversary. The Bitch!!! The anger flashed in my eyes. I could see the little smirk in her face. The way she enjoyed belittling the event and my friend. How dare she. When most people can't even afford health care, she has the audacity to exploit people's weak nature by begging for money for a 50,000 dollar cancer treatment. Her third cancer treatment. You know, because regular ones you can get at a Kmart Blue light fucking special!!!!! Ugly fucking whore!!!! Die Bitch! Die fucking SCREAMING!!!!

I change the subject quickly before I rammed the wooden leg of the coffee table next to me through her chest and into her black non-beating heart. I talk about the chance to take the typing test for USPS while weighing the pros and cons. My mother-in-law must have been feeling better and less depressed about death because she sparked in with her nay-saying. "It's too far to travel. It's not worth the money. The job seems stupid and pointless. Why is our tax money going to support stupid jobs? Can you even type? It went on and on.

So I sort of changed the subject about one of my favorite rants, dumbass customers. I was discussing some of the idiotic return situations when she rudely interrupted me, and went on with a rampage about how we are committing a crime by putting returned/used books back on the shelves and selling them for the same price as new books. How she would never shop there because what we do is illegal. How even though she can't remember where she read it or exactly what it says, but she knows that in the state of Massachusetts, anything that leaves the store is used and should be repriced accordingly. The best is how she claimed she wants to notify the Better Business Bureau about it. When I explained we don't sell used books in the store, she yelled at me and said, "Yes you do! I saw it on line!" I continued telling her those are from independent sellers using the website as medium to list there used items. The store itself does not sell them. She went on about how that was false advertising, and how people think they are getting used books from our store when we are just throwing our name out for profit sake. I didn't even want to get in to that the store doesn't receive a profit from the purchase of used books. Maybe a sellers fee like Ebay, but not a profit. She went on and on about how much she knew about the inner workings of my bookstore even though she never worked there. Eventually, I changed the subject to Father's Day. She began another bitch session.

I tell ya. That woman cannot die fast enough. Why is the Goddess prolonging my agony? I must say, that whole incident was my fault. I let my shields down. I ridiculously believed that since death was walking down her driveway, she was taking an interest in me. What was I thinking? Leaving myself vulnerable to attacks. I must be like a Spartan again. Stick to known safe tactics. I knew I couldn't discuss anything in my life with her, but she seemed to be getting less cunty. Apparently it must have been gas.

I just needed to share that morsel of rancid pasta.

See talk to ya later on the battlefield,

The only normal people are the ones you don't know very well.

Joe Ancis

With or without religion, you would have good people doing good things and evil people doing evil things. But for good people to do evil things, that takes religion.

Steven Weinberg, quoted in The New York Times, April 20, 1999
US physicist (1933 - )

Yokai

That's Bitch!

Howdy!

Pay A Pimp Named Slickback no mind. I think he totally fits.

So we will start of with a phrase I created. I 've gotten a few people to say it. I want more to adopt this phrase. "That's Bitch!" So you ask, "What does it mean?" Well my dear readers, I will tell you:

That's Bitch is used to describe one's feelings/reaction/mood/etc. on an event, situation, idea, person, whatever that is completely idiotic, insane, unfair, unjust, unpopular, unsafe, unreasonable, unruly, unproductive, wrong physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, and/ or illegal. Now here is the most important part: No matter how fucked up "whatever" may be, it is not unfathomable/ inconceivable/intolerable.

It's do-able. Kinda like bullshit that can be waded through. For example, a 9 year old boy buys two of those pick-your-own-path books. After reading the first one, the kid could not reach an ending. He kept picking a path that would loop (the same path apparently). After reading the second book, the little asshole finds a few "syntax errors" in the book. He tells his clueless father, and they're off to return the books. See, That's Bitch! When you were 9, did you know what the Fuck a syntax error was? Seriously, the kid used that term when he was at the counter! When they reached my register, I heard the story. I personally began to smell bullshit hovering in the air. I was about to say, Hell fucking No, but I remembered, we are a "Yes" Corporation so I called for a manager, who will remain nameless. Needless to say, the manager okayed the return. I bit my tongue, refunded their money, and drove on. Pissy I was, but I kept going.

I just want to air this! We as a people should never be restricted the right to say no. We fucking tell kids to say no to drugs, but fuck that if they ever get a retail job! Fucking No people!! Stop being Dicks! You can't have your god damn cake and not expect a fucking heart attack down the line fatties!!!!

So yeah, do-able. That's Bitch!!! Learn it. Love it. Live it.

I got a letter in the mail for USPS two days ago. After waiting damn near a year for something, I get notification that I was selecting to take a typing test for a position. Automated Mark Up associate. Correcting zip codes and stuff. I just have to pass the 5 minute long typing test, go through an interview, and pray that I stand out from a hundred or so other applicants. The downside, commuting everyday to Worcester. The upside, starting pay at $18.26 p/h, full bennies, and paid vacation, along with 401K and retirement. Hey, if it doesn't pan out, at least I still sell books.

Amazingly, Mother-in-law has reached the last hope of extending her life. On 31 May, her co-workers and union members held a spaghetti dinner to raise money for her surgery. It's a type of laser surgery to remove cancer growth. Their are two programs: the one that's been going on in Germany for the last 10 years, and the experimental one being offered in NY city. The big dif is the one in Germany is the equivalent of $50,000 USD. That doesn't include airfare, hotels, food, transportation, and meds. Both are not covered by her insurance. Kinda makes you think. If it's mandatory for us to have med insurance, maybe a few more things should be included with the coverage such as cancer treatments. You gotta love forking over all this hard earned cash to find out the treatments to save your life aren't covered. By the way, she has Osteosarcoma. She was in the Republican news paper a couple of days ago. She was on the cover of the Local section. The amazing thing about it is her case is rare. Most people with this type of cancer are under the age of 15. She's 46.

Unfortunately, I had to work the night of the fund raiser. It's not like I was missed. While everyone was there meeting the family, the black sheep (no pun intended) was not there to phunk things up. Goddess knows the last thing you want to do when encouraging sympathy and raising money is to look out of the ordinary. Somehow parading an interracial couple (while socially it's looked down upon to notice that our pigment is different) usually doesn't help. People that are successful at weaseling money out of people look like your "average " American. Caucasian, Christian, Living within their means, and of an age where they appear mature, but have fallen on some bad circumstance not of their fault. I know, It's Bitch.

So to celebrate Hubby's and mine anniversary, we went out on our date on Wed, and yesterday (Sat) we had a couples massage by one of my friends. Hey, she's a Licensed MT! Sick Bastards! Heads out the gutter! It was great. He even bought me a wax burner with wax in the shape of stars. They smell so good! He is currently having a camp counselor reunion in Russell. I am left alone to my own devices!!!! I love it!!!!

So I'm calling it a night!!!


We do not know what we want and yet we are responsible for what we are - that is the fact.

Jean-Paul Sartre
French author & existentialist philosopher (1905 - 1980)


Yokai Kifujin

I missed you guys!

Hello everyone out there in the World Wide Web!

It has been almost a month since we spoke last. A lot has happened since then.

I became a Cash Supervisor at work. Just as soon as I was enjoying working at the bookstore, I had to go and ruin it by applying for this position. I have been doing it for almost a month now. At this point, I hate customers of our store. I don't know how the hell they are anywhere else, but the ones that come to our store are obnoxious. They demand to be treated like royalty when most of them are the scum of the Earth. Definite candidates for Soylent Green!!!!

I think the main pisser is the lack of one word from our (the employees to include managers) vocabulary: No!!! The goal of our "superior" customer service is to make the consumer feel as if they would be causing themselves udder mental anguish by shopping somewhere else for their lattes and magazines because we are always finding new and improved ways of saying "yes" to them. So they leave our store happy believing they duped the idiots who obviously don't have a college degree or any motivation to be worthwhile to society other than asking if someone wants an extra shot of espresso or need a plastic bag for magazine. When in all actuality, Corporate has made the employees so scared of sending customers to their proverbial bedroom for stupidity and shistiness. An unhappy customer an employee calls on bullshit reports to the head honchos that they were, oh lets just say, belittled and called a liar, and that employees ceases to be an employee withing the next 48 hours. I tell ya, customer service jobs are just bitch. But of course, when the company gets hoodwinked and bamboozled outta thousands of dollars due to con-customers, it is the employees' fault for not protect the company. I tell ya, it never ends with the ass raping. Sodomy for everyone!!!

I should call it a quits. It's been fun. We must do this again.

No send out tonight. Just a thanks for not forgetting me!

Yokai!

Anyway, I have come to find out that All that frustration can be solved by a white russian and a quick button polish when I get home. Crazy isn't it.

I'm a little teapot!

Hey readers!!!

Happy 3 year anniversary for same sex marriage in Mass. While I was waiting for an hour in the dentist chair for the dentist that never showed up today, I watched a show called Wired. The host had a couple who wrote a book called Courting Equality. I would love to read it. Basically it chronicles the history of homosexual rights to include same sex marriage in the state of Massachusetts. It sounds pretty interesting regardless of which side of the fence you are on, I believe this book to be quite enlightening.

Although I must ask, why is a word so important? When it comes down to it, words are absolutely meaningless until they become a symbol, icon, and/or idea. Then and only then is when a word becomes everything. It becomes a cause. It becomes a reason. It earns the right to be defended. Today's word is Marriage. There are many different definitions of marriage. I chose the most basic for tonight's entry: social joining of two people; a union. Many people will throw in that marriage is the union between a man and a woman per the holy bible. Others will say it is a civil union between two adults. The key word is Union. So why does it matter if the people uniting are of the same sex? 40 years ago, interracial couple were an abomination. So people like me were sneered at a called mongrels and heathens. So, we trade one type of bigotry for another? Because that's what we want to display to others. How we can pick on whatever group in our society is not favored by the majority. Bible thumpers will say it is immoral. Closed-minded individuals will say it isn't right because there can be no natural reproduction of offspring. Why does it matter what someone else is doing with there lives? When did humans get on the extinction list? Are we so endanger of going the way of the do-do? Come on. Stop being nosy is what it comes down to. Who gets an abortion, who gets married, who has children, how someone lives is none of our business. Let people live their lives how ever they choose. Judgement will come to everyone. It is inescapable. Deal. Maybe we can refocus our attention on world peace, teaching kids how to read, ending world hunger, curing cancer, and fixing the nation's deficit. Those are worthy causes to protest and vote on.

I really hate to say it, but that is what I hated most about coming back to America from Europe. Americans never have their heads in the game. Sorry. We are so concerned about forcing others to be morally correct, we forget that we are just as morally bankrupt. You cannot force a horse to drink water. You cannot make everyone march to the beat of your drum. That's called dictatorship. Not democracy. Get of your fucking pedestal America. We have a lot of inner reflecting to do. And just to clear the air, it was a farce that settlers came here for religious freedom. Well, they did, but only after freedom to prosper financially and build a society with out a monarch so that the people could govern themselves. Then the whole religious freedom thing. And the other reason the country was founded only on Christian beliefs was because at that time it was punishable by death to be anything but Christian. Not saying that Christians and Christianity is bad, but there is no need to be high and mighty when you cannot accept others. The basic rule of the religion is teach and convert by living a clean and honorable life. Not beat (verbally or physically) into submission.

So people let's keep it in mind. One day in the near future, you too could fall into the minority, and have an entire country at war over your existence.

Let's make the word for tomorrow: Coexist. That's what life is all about. Without others, the world is a boring and lonely place.

Good night!

Few people are capable of expressing with equanimity opinions which differ from the prejudices of their social environment. Most people are even incapable of forming such opinions. Albert Einstein

Yokai

I f-ing swear!!!!

Today was absolutely great until I missed Heroes. Hubby and I went tonight to clean one of his companies bank properties. The house closes tomorrow, and the new owners will do a final walk through before they sign the paperwork. It's amazing that on my time off, I get "whored" out to work his family's company so far under the table that I never get paid. The first time was last week. The only day off I had, and I spent it clean the first half of this 3 story house. Tonight he came along to help, and we finished it. Of course, we finished it 50 minutes after Heroes had started. Then we still had to drive home. Well, in between I swore alot in my head because saying it out loud would have started a humongous fight with Hubby, then well, then it would be like "War of the Roses," around here. Sometimes it pays to be a light sleeper. Of course, as much as I love him, he just doesn't know when to stop. Like right now. He finished taking his shower to fined that the shower is backing up. So he plungers it, and he cleans the trap. So as I'm trying to chillax and pick up a book, he screams, " Nappy-headed whoes need to clean the trap!" Fighting the urge to walk in to the bathroom and knock the fucking taste out of his mouth and shit out of his ass, I refrained and sipped on Dr. Pepper. I should have gotten some Chamomile tea, but that would have taken too long. By then, he could have been bleeding uncontrollably on my clean bathroom rugs.

Next, I turned my computer on, and checked MySpace for any new activity. There always is. By now, he has gotten out of the shower, and gone downstairs to clean the main trap. He screams out every time he finds a piece of jewelry of mine. Mostly stud earrings. My cartilage piercing tends to make victims out of stud earrings. Then he yells, " Why can't you stop clogging the plumbing? Naps, jewelry, and grim. What do you do when you get home from work? Do you try to be a slob?" With that, I forgot where I was and that assault was a felony. I marched downstairs, and chucked a clothes hamper at him. Followed by a dirty pooper scooper and a broom. I nailed him twice. The broom just wasn't aerodynamic enough to make the journey.

Yes. Fury, wit, and comedy rolled all into a tightly packed girl named Yokai.

So now, I thought I wind my day down by sharing that moment. Oh here's a question: If a door says, "Emergency Exit Only," why do people exit out of it when it's not an emergency? I swear that happens at work everyday. I know that in the morning people come in because the cafe opens an hour before the store, and that's the door they open for customers. It then closes at 9 when the store opens. So the lemmings that come in through that door at 8 seem to want to go back out after 9. That I guess is somewhat understanda... Wait. No it isn't. There is a big-ass sign that says not to go out of it. People are fucking retarded. The best part is even in the late afternoon and evening, people still go out the door and set the alarms off.

You know, I should go to bed. I plan to enjoy my day off. Before I begin my string of closings. Could be worse. I could still be waiting on more hours. Now, I have more than I know what to do. Yeah. My Ireland trip will be paid off in no time. And maybe we'll actually finish our bathroom, and do something with the whole Hubby dug in the front yard for the sewer pipes to be replaced. Yep. The hole he started digging two weeks ago.

Night!

All paid jobs absorb and degrade the mind.
--Aristotle


Yokai Kifujin

Happy Mother's Day

Did everyone wish their Mom a Happy Mother's Day?

Hubby forgot. No. He didn't forget. I went to work at 12:30 pm. He slept the entire day. He apparently woke up at 7 this evening, and moved to the coach were he dosed off again. Poor kitties didn't even get fed dinner. Boy is he going to get an earful tomorrow! I got my Mom something from Cherry Moon Farms. Of course, I've been getting her gifts from them for the last 6 or 7 years. Funny. She never seems to get tired of it. This time I did a two day gift special. Day one was a beautiful bouquet of Roses. Day two was 12 chocolate dipped strawberries with various toppings.

I worked this evening. It feels good to get paid time and a half. Unfortunately with the recent change in my schedule, I haven't had time to read or work out. When my schedule becomes more final, I'll resume my favorite activities. I've been mentally drained after work due to the training I'm doing for my new position. Isn't that always the way when you start something new. It's getting better. The first two or three days were rough! Today went pretty smooth. Not as smooth as a 2 dollar whore's vaginal walls, but I'm getting there.

I haven't kept up with the world around me. The only thing I can truly say that I have been bothered by is Paris Hilton's bitch-assed attempts to skip out on the piper. The girl has had 3 DUI's apparently letting her off the hook just hasn't worked for her. Maybe if she was treated like all of us nobody's , she would learn her fucking lesson. I just don't understand. She even had the nerve to start a petition to keep her from going to jail. Are you kidding me?!!! When the hell does that work for poor people? Is there really people out there that believe we should turn our heads on this spoiled bitch's lack of responsibility and concern for other safety. What? Does she have to run someone down or kill someone in a drunk driving accident before we think about spanking her hand, and telling her she's a bad girl (like she hadn't heard that one before). I can't believe she is allowed to carry on like this. WTF?

On the brighter side of life, Shrek the Third is coming out on Friday. I love the Shrek movies. If they aren't listed. They are going to be now. If you haven't seen them, take some time out of your busy schedule, and rent them. They are the total anti-Disney movie.

So I'm throwing my hand in. Nighty-nite!

In your veins, and in mine,
there is only one blood,
The same life that animates us all!
Since one unique mother begat us all,
Where did we learn to divide ourselves?

--Kabir

Lady Yokai