What-The-Fuk?! YES! This Is A RANT! Just Quietly Slink Away Renee.

Idiot Running Rampant!

Secret Service!

Please LOCK

This Brain-Dead



“Don’T Sugar Coat It Lance;

Tell Us How You Really Feel.”

(Sorry Kids; I Could Not Find The Actual Quote)

Biden Considering Emergency War Powers

Against Oil Companies”





How is Punishing

The Energy Sector

Gonna Help?


Joe! You Are A Stupid Asshole Mo’Fukk’er!

(Is My ‘Currant’ State Of ‘Pissed Off Mind “MInd Too Subtle?)

Let’s just set fire to the whole fukken country Joseph!

Why Not?!

Cred: Salt Man

My Frath-Coming ‘Biden’ Post–I’ll Git Back To… To Too Much Into ‘Happiness’–Tuit, Screw It!–Work In I Die-Gress! Progress. Bye And Bye Bye! And Bye-Bye Bye Bye! Ed. Note:

You Can’t Fix / Break In-Her-

Ain’t Happiness!


“Stupid Is As Stupid Does”


Street Cred:

Ron White!




Crank Up The Volume!

Go On:

Get Happy!


Round Tuit!

Self-Portrait: I Re-Post, Re-Twerk, Re-Write-For Spite Becuz I Am A Narc-A-Siss-Tick Ass-Hole & I ‘Craven’ Attention Spans, Specifically, Yours! ‘Suicide is Painless’

You Have

‘Wasted Yer Finite Time Here!’


Raul Esparza

“There Is A Sucker Born Every Minute”


You Run Tell ’em Freddy!

Uh, Y’all…

This is Forever



I Just Like The Fukkin’ Song / Video–

That’s All!

That is REALLY All This Post is About:

Just A Big Kid Havin’ Fun

Crocodile Dundee –

“That’s Not a Knife”





STOP Sendin’

Those Crisis Intervention

Azz-Holes Over To Mi Casa!


Thank You


MADtv – Intervention:

Life IS FUN!

Enjoy It While It Lasts!

Have A Blast!

Laugh Out Loud!



It Brings On Many


I May Need Help

I Reeeely Do NOT Wanna Die

Not Today



I have a Gun

(As ALL Good Sailors Do)

And yes!

I AM Suicide!


Don’t EVEN Ask Me Why

Just for Fun

I Guess




“The Game of Life is Hard to Play….”

I Think

I’ll Lose it Anyway:



Re-Postin’ Shite Just To Keep My Mind Right & Myself Amused. Please Ignore

Yes! I am a Vain Idiot!

I’m dizzy

My keyboard is blurry

Thank God I know how to ‘touch type’

(Proof-Reading is Problematical However)

Tom Waits for no Man!

G’damn! How did I Manage to fuk This One Up???! On First Meeting Michelle—Did Not Go So Well–It Got Better, But Then I Screw’d It Up. (As Usual)

The Beatles Live- Michelle My Belle:

Cred for Vid Share: Maco939


It Got Better, But Then I F*#ked It Up. (As Usual) And if You are Assuming, Presuming, It Was Physical Abuse, Then You Are Deluded. And Have Not ‘Read’ Me—It Was ‘Neglect’ On My Part: Michelle Expected More From Me Than I Was Capable of Giving. That Was It. I am An Idiot! I Threw Away The Love of A Good Woman and a Kindred Spirit. She Was My Chance to Grasp That Brass Ring! A Military Woman–Whom I Respected! A True Patriot! And A Bona-Fide Sailor! And Like A Fool, I Just Let Her Walk Away.

I Know This Photo Below Is A Brit She-Sailor,

But I Love Her Face


She Is ALMOST As Beautiful


“My Michelle”

Michelle, ma belle
These are words that go together well
My Michelle
Michelle, ma belle
Sont les mots qui vont tres bien ensemble
Tres bien ensemble
I love you, I love you, I love you
That’s all I want to say
Until I find a way
I will say the only words I know that you’ll understand

Author’s Note:

This Was Yet Another Relationship That I Managed to Mangle & Fuck Up.


Let Her Slip Away

Yes! I Have Regrets!

In The Recruit Training Command at That time There Was A Volunteer Program We Could “Volunteer” For. It Was Called “Saturday Scholars” One Could Get Out of Saturday Duty if one Signed Up.

Michelle and I Signed Up.

The ‘Program’ Was to go to The Inner-City Ghettos of Chicago and Tutor Poor Black Kids. Michelle and I Were actually Very Sincere About This ‘Work’ and We Bonded Every Saturday as we rode the Bus To Chicago. We Wanted to do Good Work–Serve The Community–Honourably Represent Our Navy.

Which We Both Loved Equally

I loved her very much–Even More Than The Navy

We Were Cut From The Same Cloth, I Thought, but as I said,

I Eventually Managed to Fuck That Up Somehow

I am very Good In This Regard

Call me An ‘Overachiever’ If You Must

South Park: In the Ghetto:


Elvis Presley – In the Ghetto


Dateline: Late 1985

Time: 0800 hrs.

Geographical Location: Great Mistakes Naval Training Center—Just south of Chicago.

Venue: A Navy Auditorium

Suspect: One Ricky-Recruit, AKA

“Marcom-The Moron”

*Slips now into first-person narrative*

I had arrived just a little later than was prudent.

Hence, no seats in the back of the venue.

Searched about. Scanning…

Only open seats were in the front row.


I took myself up-front, found a seat next to a serious-looking blond she-sailor, decked out in freshly pressed dress blues. AJ-Squared-Away, she was.

Old Military / Sailor Saw: “Never sit up front and never volunteer for nothin.

I had already broken the first rule. I was about to Break The Second…


I was in dungarees—not pressed. Certainly not ‘AJ-Squared away’… slightly hung-over, if I am aiming at honest narrative here.

‘Under-Dressed’ does not even come close.

I had plopped down to her starboard.

Risked a look at her.

(I had already lost myself in her eyes)

She sensed my gaze, looked me dead in my eye and said,

“What are you staring at Sailor? Hi. My name is Michelle. What’s yours?” She said as she extended her hand.

I shook her hand and was surprised to experience a very firm grip/handshake.

A Naval Officer took to the old, very old wooden podium and began his spiel, trying to sell us on ‘Saturday Scolars.’ and drag out some volunteers.

Michelle went Eyes-Front: Intensely paying serious Military Attention.

I did not.

I kept gazing at her…

To the point of being too obvious.

Oh! And BTW, it did not escape me that she was a 3rd Class Petty Officer.

And an ‘ET–Electronics Techincian’

An E-4

She seriously ‘out-ranked’ me–in Brains and Beauty

And, obvious to me:

Out-Classed me.

In the Nav, we called them ‘IPO’s

“Instant Petty Officer”

If you Graduate from the ‘Right Navy School,’ you are auto-magically promoted.

I was, my own self, enrolled in such a school, but the successful end game—of MY Graduation—was tenuous at best.

Not my intent to bash Y’all over the head with a not-so-subtle…

But this do serve my narrative.

Serves it well…

Oh Well….

Credit: Ethereal Music

To be continued…