A Life cut short

This post is in memory of my brother Mark who passed 25yrs ago. I would love to say that I look back with some great nostalgia of who my brother was but the truth is I didnt really ever get to know him and the pieces I did know I probably wouldnt want to share. Mark Edward was born to Joan Ann and Arthur George on September 28, 1961. He died September 4, 1987. My mother drew this picture of him and in it I see both the promise and the pain that his life would be. He was a very bright and troubled human being. He was a phenomenal athlete who I idolized. I hope he is peaceful. For whoever reads this I just want to say thanks for taking the time.

You were loved.

The monster is your agenda

After watching this perverse video by Verizon with my 14yr old daughter her words summed it up best. "Daddy this is the most sexist thing I have ever seen". I always knew I had a clear thinking, intelligent young woman in my midst.




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Shrodinger`s Rapist is a Sexist

I was out for a walk the other evening and as I was fast approaching an elderly woman I realized that she might be scared of me. So just before I came near her I coughed to announce my coming. Here is what transpired.

Me: I hope I didnt startle you.

Her: Oh, dont worry young man I saw you coming a while back.

Me: Well Im glad I didnt scare you.

Her: Why would you scare me

Me: Well I thought you might think Im a rapist and I could hurt you.

Her: I can take care of myself. By the way, how do you know whether or not I have a gun in my bag.

Me: Hmm, I dont, but lets be real, Im much bigger than you and I could probably easily overpower you and take the gun away.

Her: My, my that is quite the pocket full of assumptions you have. Chuck Norris thought the same thing of me back in the seventies. It wasnt until he ended up on his back at Bruce`s club that he learned differently.

Me: You fought Chuck Norris at Bruce Lee`s club.

Her: Sure did, havnt you ever heard of Jeet Kune Do

Me: Of course I have, how old are you

Her: Didnt your mama ever tell you its not polite to ask a woman her age. Now open that door for me sonny.

Me: Yes Mam.

Calling all Male Feminists!

Which man are you, and how can you be sure?

Four words that make my heart skip a beat.

I've got your back................

Thanks Babe, Ive got yours too.

Hot wife, some things never change................

I had the opportunity to go to a high school reunion recently. It had been almost 30yrs since I had seen the bulk of these people. Obviously many of us have changed, well, physically at least. When I graduated I was a whopping 130lbs. Needless to say I wasnt a chick magnet back then. In fact I dont really remember having a real steady girlfriend during those years. I did though have a crush on a girl for a couple of those years. She danced with me once at one of the school functions and I was hooked. Unfortunately she wasnt, so for the remaining time I pined away hoping she would have a change of heart, that did not happen. So here I am 30yrs later hoping I would bump into her again. She wasnt quite what I remembered but I still wanted her to meet my "hot" wife. I guess I figured if I could show my wife off it would redeem me in some sense. Funny how some of our dysfunctions never leave us. So, the big moment arrives and I see here in line waiting to get a beer. I look and around and wifee is nowhere to be seen, Im going to have to go it alone. "Hi, remember me?" She replies, "yes". Oh, I now revert back to my teenage self, "I guess I will talk to you later" and proceed to walk away. I am now frantically looking for wifee to back me up and then I start to laugh. Holy shit, youre still a loser. Regardless of what you have, some things just

never change unless you change them. I will be booking an appointment with my therapist this week. :)

Under your bed...........

I remember my youth and the stories you would hear about the "monsters under your bed". Of course we grew to realize it was just a way to tease or keep children fearful. It seems the idea lives on even in some adults. Most people dont get assaulted or raped but you regularly hear feminists talk about the fear of walking down the streets. When I hear this I wonder how many have actually been raped or assaulted, I wonder how many have known the real sting of pain? The truth is, it seems more like a political stance for certain individuals to bring attention to their causes. This post is born of frustration of all these people who dont know shit. Woman or man, this is a post to all of you out here who know some of the monsters are REAL .