Outlaw hell begins

I am back. This will be short and sweet. I think that today is the fourth anniversary of the death of Joe Strummer of The Clash. It was a sudden death of a 52 year old former punker, who could write a great song and play his guitar. He did have a social conscience which was nice and he was not as annoying and cloying with it as Bono.

That said it is time for me to shuffle off. There is much to be done today. In the end, I have to deal with the outlaws times 20. That is right. After all the starts and stops, a family dinner is being made for the outlaws 50th anniversary. My mother in law kept changing things and stopping things and the burden of all that bullshit fell on the wife. It was she who was doing all the arranging. Anyway, it should come to pass tonight as my sister in law is in from the States with four of her five children. My brother in law is on call and the second oldest is away. That is okay as she is the sullen, smart and morose child (always has been).

The wife's aunt (I would say crazy aunt but they are all fucking nuts. It is as if they all had their ears removed and replaced with more speaking ability, so nobody listens, everybody speaks. The worst part of all of it is that none of them have ever given a thought as to whether anybody wanted, or needed, to hear them speak. It is all just such banal and useless chatter meant to fill time. I prefer the silence because the voices are like chewing on tin foil and the subject matter of their utterances makes me want to ram an icepick in my ear, or actually their ear, which could be fun. What kind of sentence does one get for "pulling a Trotsky" on one's wife's aunt?) whom I have written about before, she of the broken arm from patting herself on the back, called my mother in law to scold her. Apparently, her son and daughter in law were invited to tonight's dinner after they had made other plans so they will not be attending.

It is funny. My mother in law called her to tell her the plans when she was in New York visiting her other daughter. It was left to her to call her son but she did not. Now she is laying blame to anybody but herself. It is so fucking typical. She did this shit in Montreal, six and a half years ago. She lost two sets of directions (hers and my in laws'), reamed out the hotel concierge for not providing directions, and then had the temerity to pull the map and directions I had received from my hands without asking. All this was done in front of her pussy whipped husband and two children. Nobody said a word. I did, as I took the map back assertively. It was at that point I decided that they can allow her to shit all over them and not confront it, but not me. Now, I have a clear understanding. She will not get away with that crap with me. I will confront her.

So tonight should be fun. I mean the wife is expecting words to fly and I just may have to join in to make sure everything is laid out on the table. She will learn that indeed her shit does stink. Of course, that is not a great analogy to raise with a women with a colostomy bag, but it ain't my fault.

Have a great weekend and Merry Christmas one and all! Ciao!