Roaches, Rats And Zealots...
Wow, I have actually worked this evening and was able to think. Now you may ask, what is so special about Jay thinking… So you may not understand that I do not think doing this job, at least analytically. My thinking generally extends to determining what I should do and what I should direct my team to do so that we do not get our collective asses in a sling. Well folks, I transcended that thinking for a short time tonight. You just do not know how good that feels and I look forward to doing such things again, hopefully in the near future (as this is posted, I immediately had to revert to the more base thinking patterns and now I am just drained).
I came home angry yesterday morning. I mean I was happy to see Mimi and my baby daughter and my son, and my puppies, and that fucking bird, but I was still angry although less so once I was greeted by my family. On September 11th, I found myself nearly in tears several times. I was angry that in an unprovoked manner, zealots came to my country in an attempt to punish my country for being free and being animals and for being heretics and heathens. I was angry the zealots blasphemed God (regardless what name you give the greater power/spirit) by spilling the innocent blood in His name by bastardizing a religion that supposedly teaches religion through peace (I completely disagree with this brand of Islam being a “peaceful religion” but that is an ENTIRELY different argument). I was angry that other countries said our citizens deserved what they got. I was angry that those of the Islamic faith, most specifically their leaders, did not denounce the cowardly murders, but a number of who rejoiced and celebrated the murders. I was angry that not six months after our nation showed our solidarity, that it began falling apart. I am angry that we are more divided today than we were even before September 11th and that we have elected officials who would rather help the zealots than our own country.
Yesterday I came home angry all over again, because it has happened once again. Maybe not at the same magnitude, but it did happen again! It did not happen in this country, it happened in Britain as you all know. All the same, I was angry, whether it happened here or there. These zealots have done it yet again. Now, where are the Tom Delay’s and the Dick Durban’s and Ted Kennedy’s and Nancy Pelosi’s etc… denouncing these horrible acts. You know Delay, Kennedy, Clinton, Gore and a host of others said that Saddam, Bin Laden, and the lot were a bad bunch in 2002. Today they want to turn loose these murderers and want to treat them better than even they are treated today. I say, Bah… Our soldiers live in worse conditions than these murderous zealots. The homeless and those living in the squalor of our projects should be getting, at the very least, better treatment than those in Guantanamo Bay. They do not!
So I used to live in Savannah, GA. Now I have to tell you, if you have seen the movie “Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil” there are some things about that movie that are just dead on! It is an odd town to say the least. I mean the people are friendly enough in general, but if you are an outsider and unless you are properly introduced to the insiders of the city, you just get the briefest glimpse of how strange a place it is, from day to day. Now I never met Jim Williams (he was dead by the time I ever moved to Savannah) but I did meet Mandy Nichols by accident who insisted we see the Hamilton-Turner House, thus I received a rare private tour of one of Jim William’s party houses by his fiancé. Once at Club One, I caught one of Lady Chablis’ performances before I had any idea who she was. Not long before moving from Savannah, I found myself sitting next to her and later with my father, we chatted some with her. When I started working downtown in Savannah I was introduced to Clary’s which has great hamburgers among other diner food. So as you see this movie, I can assure you that Savannah is an odd place of secrets and people in general.
In the mundane, I found that the “in” thing was living on the Marsh. I thought this was sort of strange in general. I mean pretty much anywhere, one thinks of the “marsh” as being a sad sort of boggy place. In Savannah, holy shit, if your house was on the Marsh somewhere, you were on the “in.” As it turned out, I was allowed to be swept up into the whole idea of the Marsh, and on the Marsh we lived. As a side note, funny thing about this house, I was told my next door neighbor that everyone who ever lived in that house did not live there for more than a year and invariable got a divorce. Sort of a foreboding thing and I did not disappoint the house!
I met the landlord who owned the house, worked out the deal with him discussing the house in general and rented it. After a long conversation I asked the landlord about roaches and pest control. He told me they did not have roaches there, but there were palmetto bugs, nothing to worry about. Now you check these fucking things out and you tell me what the fuck the difference is between a roach and palmetto bug. Now I have to admit I was pretty ignorant about this palmetto bug thing, but my landlord wouldn’t steer me wrong now would he? That fucker. So one night soon after moving in, I see my mutt standing at the french doors whining. Not thinking much of it I turn off the lights in the kitchen and a strange thing happened, I swear I saw the deck move in the moonlight. So I move my mutt and open the door and nothing looks out of place. A few nights later I was in the kitchen in the dark and out of the corner of my eye, I see the deck shift again, I swiftly moved to the french doors again, and peered out of the window upon the deck and HOLY SHIT, fucking roaches, so many it looked liked the fucking deck moved. I turned on the light and they all scattered.
First thing the next morning, I called my landlord and asked him WTF, you said there were no fucking roaches, and he said yes, but there were palmettos bugs. I asked him the same thing I asked you… WTF is the difference between a roach and palmetto bug? I told him I wanted an exterminator out to the house within 24 hours and I wanted a regular extermination plan or I was definitely going to go to the county about his bullshit. Next thing I know I have an exterminator killing those fuckers left and right, baits put out around the house and a regular extermination every month. Each month this guy would come to search and destroy the “PALMETTO BUGS” aka fucking roaches and I found less and less of them. So by having a regular extermination of these fuckers, I had less and less issues with them. Now that is not to say I didn’t have issues with other animals living next to the fucking Marsh. Like the damn rat that liked to eat bird food. After missing it with my neighbors .22 a couple of times (ok so we were smoking out one night, I saw the rat and he gave me his .22 and I missed a few times). Whilst sober I broke out the shotgun, blasted the feeder but got the fucking cat sized rat. Yeppers, I had to buy a new feeder (I had to rebuild ya know) but I blew the fucking rat up and no more issues with fucking marsh rats!
Well back to my anger issues… You see after 9/11, those zealots turned into roaches and rats to me. They need to be hunted down and exterminated. The world needs to be rid of them. It is our (the Free World) duty to help them quickly meet with their gods, but most probably their Satan’s. These zealots who have no remorse killing people of their own nation, of killing women and children and non-combatants, need to be exterminated without prejudice. They should thank us for letting them enjoy the luxuries of Club Gitmo (this was too funny to pass up, but you really do know what I mean). Our (our – being the free world) captives and hostages get to enjoy being blind folded and tortured and ultimately beheaded, taped and distributed over the internet. As the zealots are left to roam this earth free, they export their death to other countries and innocents far removed from the immediate danger. The roaches and rats, they feel that to bring this death and destruction is a must because we, who are not of their “peaceful” religion, should die if we do not convert. anyone see Chronicles of Riddick? Convert or Die… That is interesting!
So I was angry yesterday because as the world weakens, as the war against terror moves forward, as our soldiers die in combat in Afghanistan and in Iraq, as battle looms over Syria and Iran, the terrorists continue their bloody jihad. They are crusading, and I want you to know, whether you are a Jew, Buddhist, Hindi, Scientologist, Christian, or whatever… You are a target and your life means nothing to the zealots who are coming to hunt you down and kill you and your children and bothers and sisters, mothers and fathers. The only way to persevere is to take the fight to them, show the zealots we have resolve and show them will not hesitate to exterminate them.
I know, I know… this is once again one of my heavy handed rants and it makes me out to be such an angry person. Well I am angry about this situation. I cannot stand to know that every day a kid who should be in college or hanging out with his girlfriend or developing a new game or whatever a teenager/young adult ought to be doing isn’t doing anything like that... They are out there risking their lives so we can remain free, so we do not have to worry about buildings, planes, trains and people being blown up. When the soldiers were coming home from Vietnam, they were labeled baby-killers, and spat upon. Today our men come home as heroes, but while they are over there we bicker, and we all say “we support our troops” but some of us don’t support the president and we do not support our country’s policies, but we must support all three, else this war on terror will not end until those who threaten to convert or kill us prevail.
To those in the UK, my blessings and condolences to all those who lost loved ones go out to you.
I came home angry yesterday morning. I mean I was happy to see Mimi and my baby daughter and my son, and my puppies, and that fucking bird, but I was still angry although less so once I was greeted by my family. On September 11th, I found myself nearly in tears several times. I was angry that in an unprovoked manner, zealots came to my country in an attempt to punish my country for being free and being animals and for being heretics and heathens. I was angry the zealots blasphemed God (regardless what name you give the greater power/spirit) by spilling the innocent blood in His name by bastardizing a religion that supposedly teaches religion through peace (I completely disagree with this brand of Islam being a “peaceful religion” but that is an ENTIRELY different argument). I was angry that other countries said our citizens deserved what they got. I was angry that those of the Islamic faith, most specifically their leaders, did not denounce the cowardly murders, but a number of who rejoiced and celebrated the murders. I was angry that not six months after our nation showed our solidarity, that it began falling apart. I am angry that we are more divided today than we were even before September 11th and that we have elected officials who would rather help the zealots than our own country.
Yesterday I came home angry all over again, because it has happened once again. Maybe not at the same magnitude, but it did happen again! It did not happen in this country, it happened in Britain as you all know. All the same, I was angry, whether it happened here or there. These zealots have done it yet again. Now, where are the Tom Delay’s and the Dick Durban’s and Ted Kennedy’s and Nancy Pelosi’s etc… denouncing these horrible acts. You know Delay, Kennedy, Clinton, Gore and a host of others said that Saddam, Bin Laden, and the lot were a bad bunch in 2002. Today they want to turn loose these murderers and want to treat them better than even they are treated today. I say, Bah… Our soldiers live in worse conditions than these murderous zealots. The homeless and those living in the squalor of our projects should be getting, at the very least, better treatment than those in Guantanamo Bay. They do not!
So I used to live in Savannah, GA. Now I have to tell you, if you have seen the movie “Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil” there are some things about that movie that are just dead on! It is an odd town to say the least. I mean the people are friendly enough in general, but if you are an outsider and unless you are properly introduced to the insiders of the city, you just get the briefest glimpse of how strange a place it is, from day to day. Now I never met Jim Williams (he was dead by the time I ever moved to Savannah) but I did meet Mandy Nichols by accident who insisted we see the Hamilton-Turner House, thus I received a rare private tour of one of Jim William’s party houses by his fiancé. Once at Club One, I caught one of Lady Chablis’ performances before I had any idea who she was. Not long before moving from Savannah, I found myself sitting next to her and later with my father, we chatted some with her. When I started working downtown in Savannah I was introduced to Clary’s which has great hamburgers among other diner food. So as you see this movie, I can assure you that Savannah is an odd place of secrets and people in general.
In the mundane, I found that the “in” thing was living on the Marsh. I thought this was sort of strange in general. I mean pretty much anywhere, one thinks of the “marsh” as being a sad sort of boggy place. In Savannah, holy shit, if your house was on the Marsh somewhere, you were on the “in.” As it turned out, I was allowed to be swept up into the whole idea of the Marsh, and on the Marsh we lived. As a side note, funny thing about this house, I was told my next door neighbor that everyone who ever lived in that house did not live there for more than a year and invariable got a divorce. Sort of a foreboding thing and I did not disappoint the house!
I met the landlord who owned the house, worked out the deal with him discussing the house in general and rented it. After a long conversation I asked the landlord about roaches and pest control. He told me they did not have roaches there, but there were palmetto bugs, nothing to worry about. Now you check these fucking things out and you tell me what the fuck the difference is between a roach and palmetto bug. Now I have to admit I was pretty ignorant about this palmetto bug thing, but my landlord wouldn’t steer me wrong now would he? That fucker. So one night soon after moving in, I see my mutt standing at the french doors whining. Not thinking much of it I turn off the lights in the kitchen and a strange thing happened, I swear I saw the deck move in the moonlight. So I move my mutt and open the door and nothing looks out of place. A few nights later I was in the kitchen in the dark and out of the corner of my eye, I see the deck shift again, I swiftly moved to the french doors again, and peered out of the window upon the deck and HOLY SHIT, fucking roaches, so many it looked liked the fucking deck moved. I turned on the light and they all scattered.
First thing the next morning, I called my landlord and asked him WTF, you said there were no fucking roaches, and he said yes, but there were palmettos bugs. I asked him the same thing I asked you… WTF is the difference between a roach and palmetto bug? I told him I wanted an exterminator out to the house within 24 hours and I wanted a regular extermination plan or I was definitely going to go to the county about his bullshit. Next thing I know I have an exterminator killing those fuckers left and right, baits put out around the house and a regular extermination every month. Each month this guy would come to search and destroy the “PALMETTO BUGS” aka fucking roaches and I found less and less of them. So by having a regular extermination of these fuckers, I had less and less issues with them. Now that is not to say I didn’t have issues with other animals living next to the fucking Marsh. Like the damn rat that liked to eat bird food. After missing it with my neighbors .22 a couple of times (ok so we were smoking out one night, I saw the rat and he gave me his .22 and I missed a few times). Whilst sober I broke out the shotgun, blasted the feeder but got the fucking cat sized rat. Yeppers, I had to buy a new feeder (I had to rebuild ya know) but I blew the fucking rat up and no more issues with fucking marsh rats!
Well back to my anger issues… You see after 9/11, those zealots turned into roaches and rats to me. They need to be hunted down and exterminated. The world needs to be rid of them. It is our (the Free World) duty to help them quickly meet with their gods, but most probably their Satan’s. These zealots who have no remorse killing people of their own nation, of killing women and children and non-combatants, need to be exterminated without prejudice. They should thank us for letting them enjoy the luxuries of Club Gitmo (this was too funny to pass up, but you really do know what I mean). Our (our – being the free world) captives and hostages get to enjoy being blind folded and tortured and ultimately beheaded, taped and distributed over the internet. As the zealots are left to roam this earth free, they export their death to other countries and innocents far removed from the immediate danger. The roaches and rats, they feel that to bring this death and destruction is a must because we, who are not of their “peaceful” religion, should die if we do not convert. anyone see Chronicles of Riddick? Convert or Die… That is interesting!
So I was angry yesterday because as the world weakens, as the war against terror moves forward, as our soldiers die in combat in Afghanistan and in Iraq, as battle looms over Syria and Iran, the terrorists continue their bloody jihad. They are crusading, and I want you to know, whether you are a Jew, Buddhist, Hindi, Scientologist, Christian, or whatever… You are a target and your life means nothing to the zealots who are coming to hunt you down and kill you and your children and bothers and sisters, mothers and fathers. The only way to persevere is to take the fight to them, show the zealots we have resolve and show them will not hesitate to exterminate them.
I know, I know… this is once again one of my heavy handed rants and it makes me out to be such an angry person. Well I am angry about this situation. I cannot stand to know that every day a kid who should be in college or hanging out with his girlfriend or developing a new game or whatever a teenager/young adult ought to be doing isn’t doing anything like that... They are out there risking their lives so we can remain free, so we do not have to worry about buildings, planes, trains and people being blown up. When the soldiers were coming home from Vietnam, they were labeled baby-killers, and spat upon. Today our men come home as heroes, but while they are over there we bicker, and we all say “we support our troops” but some of us don’t support the president and we do not support our country’s policies, but we must support all three, else this war on terror will not end until those who threaten to convert or kill us prevail.
To those in the UK, my blessings and condolences to all those who lost loved ones go out to you.
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