Beating Your Wife and Kid is Illegal, but I Can Fix That

I finally found out what I am going to do when I get out of the Navy. I was at home watching television on a Friday or Saturday night and one particular show caught my attention. It was 60 Minutes. They were doing an investigation on modern slavery. This type of slavery was more like forced prostitution. Groups of people, or families will pick up drifting females (homeless) and tell them they will give them food and shelter. What homeless person wouldn't like that? What they do, though, is take them home and beat them and force them to sell their bodies on the street. To my suprise this was even happening in the United States. I'm not saying that I want to become a pimp, yet I have expanded this market into my own idea.

You could also buy yourself a woman for the right price. I believe they paid $1,000 American for a woman in Russia. This wasn't just for sex, it was for life. They owned her. Kinda crazy, huh? Just so you know, on the show they took this woman to a battered woman shelter and let her go free.

So, my expansion of this very profitable market would be to buy children instead of women. Now before you think I am a big pervert, listen to my idea. If you are or have ever been married, have you ever wanted to or actually beat your wife or children? As tempting as it may seem at times, we all know that it is illegal to beat your spouse and children...if you get caught. Here is how my idea falls into place. I go over to these countries that actually have a market for children. I purchase them at all ages. My prospective buyers choose from them to meet their needs. If they have a 8 year old who just won't straighten up, I sell them a 10 year old who can legally beat him or her up at your discretion. If your wife is out of line, you get a big strong 12 year old who has taken a few cycles of steroids to put her back in place. As long as they don't get too carried away with the beating, eveything should be fine. Even if the beatings to get a little out of control the child can always say it was self defense. That the other child started it, or the parent was abusive.

It is a win-win situation for everyone. These unfortunate children are being removed from poverty and placed in nice homes with hot meals and a roof over their head. The siblings are much better behaved and the wives become obedient. All the while my pocket gets fatter.

Is that not genius?

I had it all, but it wasn't good enough

Hindsight is 20/20 is an expression used quite often...too often. I mean, well, no shit, right. Looking back on things and saying that if you did things different there might have been a different outcome...are you flippin serious? Ya frickin think? It seems as if my life has become oh so trivial. Of little importance or very forgettable. I used to be a star. I used to have the world at my fingertips. "I used to" isn't going to get me anywhere. I still do have the whole world at my fingertips, just in a different fashion. Does anyone agree that when one door closes, one more opens? I mean, what happens if you run out of doors. If a door is a metaphorical option, then yes, there is always another door to choose unless you choose to die. What would the point of that be? That is pathetic. Even in my craziest rampage of bitterness and loneliness the thoght of death although it may have crossed my mind it was nothing more than a blip. Something that comes up on the radar for only a moment and then disappears. But anyways, what I am trying to say is that looking back isn't really going to do me any good. I have to look ahead. I have to act now and take advantage of the doors I can open now. Remember that there is nothing stable in human affairs; therefore avoid undue elation in prosperity, or undue depression in adversity.
Socrates

I have to persevere. I have to overcome my own counterinfluences.

Could I live with only ONE testicle?

I am wondering if my body would produce enough testosterone if I removed a testicle. To my knowledge I do not have any kind of "problem" with them like cancer or swelling. I think I just have over-actve soldiers. Enough of that. I am getting off work. I gotta go.

Can't Sleep

As I lie in bed awake last night I hear the crash of lightning and the roar of thunder. A storm was depriving me peace on my sleepless night. I couldn't sleep and for what I am not quite sure. Many thoughts raced through my head such as when I was in 7th grade playing quarterback and did not throw one pass all season. I was thinking about what would have happened if I had called my own pass play. How much trouble would I have gotten into if I had done such a thing and what would the outcome be? I also thought about Meagan, my sister, who will be flying in for my birthday. I am very excited about that. She will be my first visitor other than that cunt Joanne. I really hope we have a good time because she will be starting school the following week and it would be nice to have one last blowout to end her summer and to help me gain some sort of sanity. Then there was my pity party. My downward spiral of hopelessness and feelings of rage towards women. All of this was capped off by the physical pain I am enduring. I have become much more active since the flag football season started. I am using my body in ways that I haven't used it in quite a while. I feel weak. My joints hurt and my muscles feel useless.

The other thing I was going over in my head is concerning the girl I am seeing. She tells me how perfect I am and how glad she is that we are seeing each other, but I have been getting the feeling that she is not all in. I know she is young, but I have a hard time cutting ties because we have such a good time when we are together. Things feel right when we are together, but I still get the feeling that she is weighing her options. I have played that game before so I see the signs and I am avoiding putting too much of myself into this.

Alpha-Numeric

How many times can I make the same mistake before I change my pathetic ways? History repeats its self and I still look so suprised. When will I realize that it is dangerous what I do. That I should be prepared for the situation instead of using lack of preparation as an excuse. The holes I dig for myself are deep and the sand to fill them is about to be blown away leaving me with a huge step to take. I take too many risks in some aspects of my life. Things have to change.

They may have found Miles, but now Mom is missing!

Maybe she crawled through a hole in the fence and got out? Her cell phone goes straight to voicemail and she isn't at the house. My sister hasn't heard from her and Nana hasn't heard from her since Thursday. This is not like my mom. She told Nana she was going to her friend Sherrie's house for the weekend, but Sherrie left a message on the house phone wondering where my mom was at. I don't know whether to be worried or not. Especially since all that has gone on withher in the past few months.

On another note...
I let Lorie, a regular at the tanning salon, take my car to go pick me up a pizza from Dominos which is 2 blocks away. That was at 12:15 and it is currently 1 o' clock. What the hell is going on? She isn't answering her cell phone either. I swear I will crush every bone in her body if anything happened to my car.

Once Upon A Time In A Far Off Fictional Place Called Jacksonville

I hate smelly people...just wanted to get that off my chest.

Once upon a time in a land far, far away there was a boy named Yoshwa. It's French. Not him, just the name. His parents were hippies. Anyway, he thoght it would be fun to join a cult called The YVAN. He was looking for some excitement in his life and his years and years dedicated to playing the sport croquet had come to an abrupt halt. He knew that his dream of becoming a professional croquet player was now just too far out of reach and it was time for him to dedicate himself to another cause. After long thought...maybe a day, Yoshwa decided he would join the YVAN cult, which was the most prestigious cult in the world. This cult was responsible for empowering many uneducated souls and giving them the ability to earn wages by serving in the cult. The leader of the cult was a visciously ignorant man whose father was also a past leader. This man who we will call "W" (pronounced dub-ya) had grudges against other organizations because of his father's sway and eventually decided he wanted to go to war with them. Fun Fun! So...back to the point. Well, I'll finish up another day. Oh ya, believe in Jesus.

I hurt all over

Played flag football last night. I am our quarterback...or maybe you could call me Drew Henson. We have another game tonight at 5:30 and I hope I can move my body by then. I also have 2 sand volleyball games at lunch today. The pain I am feeling is not quite numbing enough. I also went out drinking last night and did not eat dinner. I only had maybe 6 or 7 beers spread out over a couple hours which is not that much considering how much I used to drink, but I woke up at 3 o' clock this morning and had to pee. So, I get up and stumble my way towards the bathroom to find my roommate is in there taking a shower. He must have had an early watch today. So, what does my drunk ass do? I piss in my own sink. I turned the water on lightly and let her rip. Yes, amazingly enough I did clean the sink when I was done. I felt like the biggest shit bag. But it was funny and much needed at the moment. I couldn't hold it any longer. Then I stumbled back to bed and passed out. I wonder if my roommate noticed anything when he was brushing his teeth? I hope he didn't drop his tooth brush.

To be or Not to be

That is the question.

I just spoke to my CO, Captain Love, and he was asking me how I was enjoying my time here at this command and here in Jacksonville. He was asking me if I was going to be taking any more classes and finishing up my degree because he said that he thought I would make an excellent officer. I am only a few classes away from my degree and as soon as I finish it I can put in an Officer's package. If I so choose. I still am unsure on wheteher or not I am going to continue my military lifestyle. It has it's benefits and it has it's downfalls. I just have to weigh the two sides and decide what is best for me. Also, what am I going to do if I enter the civilian workforce? Like I said, this job has good sides and bad sides. I can't get fired, but I can't quit either. I take that back...I can get fired in a sense. But, anyway, that is what I have been thinking about.

Peace out from the crease out.

Ode to mi madre

I love my mother and always will. She has always been there for me and always will. She loves me with no end and judges me not. She advises me in my troubles and in my successes. She listens to my counsels and takes them to heart. She lets me be the person I am destined to be and that is one of the things I really love about her. Even if I go against her advice she accepts that and advises me on the path I choose to follow. She pushes me to become stronger and with her in my heart I am allowed to do so. Although I am so far away from her it feels like she is right here with me. If anything the distance has made us grow together even more than before. We talk about trivial things and also have deep down heart to heart talks. She is a best friend. My mother is more than the person who gave birth to me, she gives me life. Through her I have strength. I know that although woes are momentary her love will last forever. I miss her dearly. I love my mom.

And You Think You Have It Bad

Take a second to look at your life and all of your complaints......Ok, done yet?

Now how bad do you have it? All of my friends hear me complain about how I hate my life in the military and how miserable I am. It isn't that great, but like I have recently started saying..."It could always be worse." I just read an article on CNN's web page about the Navy SEALS who were stranded in Afghanistan when their backup support chopper was shot down. Two of them were found dead, one in the hospital and the other is still missing. That must be horrible.

In Iraq roadside bombs explode almost daily. Suicide bombers kill innocent civilians out of hate. Politicians and civil servants are executed outside their homes. All because of what?? For freedom. Why is that so scary to some people? Their way of life is far different than the one we know here.

Now let me tell you how bad I have it. I get three hot meals a day, a bed to sleep in, air conditioning, and a much smaller chance of getting blown up by a bomb or shot for what I believe. I get a paycheck on the first and fifteenth of every month. I get free medical insurance and a life insurance policy that costs me thirty dollars a month. I can do almost anything I want at almost any time I want. I am 1,000 miles from my family, but I am allotted 30 days of vacation a year. I can get financial aide to get a college education. I have clean tap water to drink any time I want. The Navy provides me with tuition assistance while I am enlisted and the only cost I incur is that of the book if I should decide to purchase one. I enrolled in the Montgomery GI Bill which pays for my education when I get out of the Navy. After all of this I still have the audacity to complain about my quality of life.

I just wanted to bring to attention the freedom that we should all embrace. I have a great life. I'm sure if you all take a good hard look at what you have instead of what you don't have, you might be a lot happier. I mean, you could be in Baghdad or Afghanistan or even a third world country starving to death.

It could always be worse.

I didn't go to Tampa

Something came up that would not allow me to go to Tampa. I am working at the tanning salon this morning for Kathi. It has been a slow morning so far. No hotties to report of.

Tim changed his cell number again and I don't know why. He changes his number more than I do.

I found out that the girl I went out with a few times is also dating three other people which doesn't suprise me. She is beautiful. I didn't speak to her for about 5 days and then I saw her and she said she had lost my number. I of course did not blow her phone up because that isn't that way I roll. I am not desperate and I definately don't want to seem like a stalker. She and I are supposed to do something this evening, but we will see if that actually happens. She has the most beautiful green eyes. I am pretty sure that they aren't enhanced by contacs too.

My plans for the fourth are still unclear. I know that if I was back home in LD I would be going to Sneaky Pete's all weekend. My friend Aaron, who I am going to be moving in with soon is having people over on Monday to cook out and shoot off some fireworks. I will play the rest of the weekend by ear.

That is it for now.