Austria Land of the Inbreeder, or so it would appear

I am back. I forgot to rant on about the Austrian dude who kept his daughter as a sex slave, locked up in the basement, and fathered her SEVEN children. Yes, he was father and grandfather to these kids. First of all...ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!



This just cannot climb the "ICK" hurdle. I may be singing a different tune, IF I had a hot daughter, but I do not. Besides, I cannot see myself jumping my own daughter's bones (I know, don't knock it, till you have tried it). Not for me. Clear sense of right and wrong in those manners. The age difference and difference in status alone is enough to stop me from doing anything like that.



He now says he is sorry and feels some remorse. About 24 years too late, no doubt. I think that is the surest way to fuck (perhaps a bad choice of words here, but so be it) up your child. It is even worse than catching your parents fucking (though not as bad as seeing your grandparents fucking or grandmother blowing your grandfather, or grandmother/father rimming your grandfather/mother....forgive me I am on a sick roll here.....just picture it all....get the visual....saggy white assed grandfather getting it on with your grandmother) which could really fuck a kid up.

The best part, if I may say it, is that this dude was still married. I do not know if it was the mother of his daughter, who is the mother of 7 of his children/grandchildren (you need a fucking organizational chart and a degree in engineering to figure this one out), but somehow she did not "know" her/his daughter was kept as a sex slave locked in the basement.

Back in university, we would tell pledges that we had sex slaves in the frat house basement. You could get away with that because Freshmen are Stupid. That is just not the case here.

It got me to thinking. This went on in Austria, the country that brought us Adolf Hitler and Nazi UN Secretary General, Kurt Waldheim. Who knew that the Fuhrer's Master Race was an inbred nation of incestuous adulterers? How is that for painting a people with a broad brush. Then again, think your superior, and get kicked in the nuts as your comeuppance. So the Arayan nation was to be well inbred. Fuck, I thought the Albanian's were the hillbillies of Europe but in reality it is the Austrians (yup, I believe, now at least, that all Austrian men have or want to fuck their daughters).

Think about all of that for a while. When your done, imagine your grandparents making sweet love. Tell me how does that make you feel?

Ciao!

Death and birth(day)

I am back. I am. It was my brother in law's (the Wife's brother) birthday on Friday. He was over along with his lady friend and the Wife's aunt and uncle for dinner on Friday. I was one happy camper listening the nattering that went on around me, I can tell you. There is something about Thornhill that either creates or draws in people who have nothing better to do than talk of other people. It is like the home of bad gossip, it is bad in the sense that I could not care less about the people being talked about. It also makes me wonder how one can speak of others without taking a look at themselves. Of course, that requires a measure of self knowledge and introspection, which is in short supply there, Thornhill, obviously.

It is the Wife's birthday tomorrow. I was of getting her the ultimate birthday gift....raising her mother from the dead. I would try that with FIL, but I think it would be easier to bring MIL back. She has not been gone as long, though the blood stopped coursing through her veins. Man, I am one sick puppy. As long as the Wife does not read this, all is well. Otherwise, well I am just fucking insensitive.

I am, but I am equal with this shit. I was the one who wanted to tell the Sheriff to dig up my father because he did not respond to his Notice for Jury Duty due to his being dead and buried. So, I find the humor in my own, so there.

Now, I wonder when, notice it is not if, I bring MIL back, if she will smell. I am thinking it cannot be any worse than FIL's old man stink. Then again, I could be wrong.

I notice that the Lad is not asking if his grandmother's hair has fallen out yet. He kept asking that about my Aunt Rita when she died 2 years ago.

I think that would be the best gift I could give her....some more time with her mother. Sadly, I cannot do that physically and she is not capable of really going there spiritually, so we are at where we are at.

On that happy note, I wish the Wife a very happy birthday and wish this year is much better for her than her last year.

Ciao!

Family Matters

I am back. Man, I am not crazy about family. I do not mind my own, having grown up with it, it is the Devil I know. The Wife's family has become another matter.

The Wife's sister, husband and 3 of 5 children were in from Dayton. As is usual with holidays, the Wife is stressed. This has constantly led to fights that she will pick with me. I figure that I have a number of choices. I can rise to the bait, but that is not me (lack of control of my emotions--not the Madman's style--too cold for that); I can smack her upside the head (great idea as it does solve the problem once, but in her genes there is this inability to make the necessary connections between cause and effect, so I would really have to lay numerous beatings on her, and again, not the Madman's style); or I can let it be and know like the sun rising, it will recur because the Wife cannot see herself and her actions as others see them (she is very sympathetic but not very empathetic). I chose the last option, with full knowledge that she will never learn, as that takes a measure of reflection.

Anyway, her sister and family are in. Of course, they have to stay at my in laws condo. I mean, heaven forbid, they should stay in a hotel. They go to Israel and Utah quite frequently, but they cannot bear to pay for a hotel in Toronto. It is beneath them. Of course, they live like swine and treat others stuff like it is their own (with no respect or courtesy). Somebody is going to have to clean to make sure that the condo is showable as it is up for sale.

I meet all at the home on Saturday. The Wife has the bright idea of lending our car to them and it will be returned on Sunday. No real problem there. On Sunday, they are over for lunch. After lunch, we go to visit FIL. I get in our car and what do I find, a banana peel on the console in the cup holder. Now, eating a banana in the car is no big deal. Leaving the peel for somebody else to clean, when it is not your property, is a sign of discourtesy and disrespect. I, since nobody else in that family has the balls or brains, confront her. I make my displeasure known, in no uncertain terms. She has the nerve to try to spin it into a fight, where she is the victim and I am wrong for expecting, demanding, that she not treat my things like she is a swine.

I came close to cuffing her too. I got the old "don't sweat the small stuff" rationalization from her. This was he line of reasoning whenever she disrupted the order of her parents' home when she stayed there. I thought that if that is the case, I am going to take a dump on her living room carpet the next time we are in Dayton. She can then show me how to not sweat things.

Of course, given the dirt pit she calls a home, she would not notice the dump in the middle of the living room. I am telling you, she needs a repeated shot in the head so that message can sink in. This was never done by her family (too afraid to confront things and get outcomes that they would like--much easier to appease and eat a shit sandwich and complain to others about a lack of respect--forgetting or avoiding the fact that respect is earned and not just granted, and it is earned by action not speaking).

That pretty much sums up the expletive of the other day. They leave tomorrow so I do not have to deal with that or my whiny neice, who I may also strangle, if I have to hear her whine any more.

How are things by you? Drop me a line won't you? Ciao!

Just to let you know

I am back. Just have to say.."Fuuuuuuckkkkkkkk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" That pretty much says it all the past while. That is all I will say for today, but I do plan on being back soon with avengence.

Ciao!

Cooch Cleaners--who da thunk it?

I am back. I finally was struck by something. It was a falling branch, mind you, but at least I was struck.

I came across a women's line of personal hygiene products call Sweet Spot Labs. Did you know that they actually make a line of cootch cleansers for women. Holy fuck! I thought. Special cooch, okay, cunt cleansers and moist wipes. A woman has to feel her freshest.

I have never seen anything like it. Even the fragrances were given numbers and called "aroma"s. Like Aroma No. 12 is basil grapefruit. What ever happened to the day when a cootch, er cunt, smelled like a cunt should. No cooch should smell like basil grapefruit, that is just wrong.

Is it just me? I do not get it. I do find their packaging funny with the pink triangle. But a line of mists and cleansers with fragrances that should not affect the delicate pH balance....we are specializing a bit too much.

A question for the ladies, of which what are doing reading this, do you feel the NEED for such products? Could you purchase such products without embarrassment? I figure if you are buying this stuff, it is tantamount to saying "My pussy does not smell right. Hell, my cunt stinks." Or do you just not really think about it much at all?

Well, that is my thought for day. Ciao!

Ramble On!

I am back. See I noticed that I last posted on Thursday and I do not even remember it. What did I say? Was I funny at least?

Enough abject neediness from me, at least for now. On with the show. Well,......there really is no show. The world is one fucked up place from my vantage point....high on the mount. I am reminded of the late 70s but it is different, too. Besides, in the late 70s, I did not have the same concept of the World. How could I?

Then again, as much as things have changed, people have not, in general. I think I was aware of that then. I am an old soul. I have wisdom beyond my years, and have long been that way. I am also a useless tool, but that is a story for another day.

It was a beautiful weekend, if you do not count Saturday. It rained. I visited FIL. He gave me the old "Look who's here" line. I responded with "Who's here?". He did not call me by name. He may have been compensating and had no clue who I was (probable). He does not embarrass himself (actually he has long lost the ability to feel embarrassment--that went by the way side when before his diagnosis, when the dementia was apparent and ignored by those around him, read MIL and his children, he would tell us how he had crapped himself with a sense of pride, not embarrassment or shame. I think the mere fact that he felt compelled to tell the story was a sign that this man feels no shame. Which as I think about it may not be the worst thing in the world.), he does and did embarrass others (those, like MIL, who had to try to explain his childlike behavior). It really brought home how sad this disease really is.

You are left frustrated, but caring for somebody, who does not know who you are. That is how the Wife seems to be feeling. She is stuck as the primary caretaker, as she promised her mother she would look after her father. He cannot look after himself, never really could. Her siblings are. (that says it all, they just are). She is left to care for children (and that includes me to some extent). Too bad, but her journey in this is learn how to say no, assert herself, state her needs and wants and do something to bring them about. She is on her way.

Good life lessons, those. I am rambling at nothing here and I apologize. I would love to be ranting about something, but I am far too tired. I am going to go clean the bathroom (only to despoil it once I have finished) and such is the circle of life.

Ciao!

Old People are getting on my nerves

I am back. This will be brief. This is addressed to old fucker in the car ahead of me the other day. It was a rusted, or rusting, out shell of an 80s Chevrolet Monte Carlo. I would say drive faster but the rust may fly off and your fender would go with it. I had not seen that many rust holes since my Mazda in 1988, and even then the rust was on the roof near the driver side window.

Then there was the old twit in the Mazda. Let me tell you, when the light is green and you are in the left turn lane, get into the FUCKING INTERSECTION!!!!!! There should have been no reason for me to lose the fucking light because you had to start your turn behind the white line....when you were the first car out. Where the fuck did you learn how to drive? Actually, when the fuck are they going to take your licence away because you are too cautious. Fuck!!!!!

The best part is that he looked like he was shrinking. I could have killed him. Then again, he could actually have been dead, but nobody told him so he continues to go on about his business.

Speaking of which, FIL is still with us. He is now getting a bit violent. Apparently, he hit the caregiver when she was bathing him. I am thinking that he likes his "old man stink" (I do not.) and does not want anybody taking it away from him. Then again, he was always a dependent person so there is not much change here, except for the hitting.

Even the Wife said he was bitching when she was washing his hands after his pottery class. Just leave him alone and let him wallow in his own filth is what I say. I guess I cannot say that as that would be cruel. He does not know any better. I am just not sure he ever did.

Ciao for now.

More more more

I am back. I just thought that I should check in. I did not want do more on the Chinese, but shit just keeps happening. I was reading an article by Marcus Gee in the Globe and Mail on Friday. He echoed what I said about the Orwellian nature of the comment coming out of China. He did add that the government has found it easy to foment nationalism at its worst. They have been able to use China's history to bring back that "us vs. them" feeling. It draws up the worst of the Opium Wars and Japanese invasion in their eyes, that any dissent cannot be tolerated and assimilated.

That is why they are so "insane" about the Dalai Lama and the Western media. Pity a poor, sensitive nation of 1.8 Billion bitter souls. Grow the fuck up!

In any event, a point was made that history shows that you cannot hold a nation together by oppressing minorities and ruling with an iron fist. It did not work in the Yugoslavia, Rome, or the Soviet Union. Once it is shown that the emporer has no clothes on, and it always occurs, the shit just falls apart. This will be no different.

On a side I never thought I would see, protestors in London and France have doused the Olympic torch, further embarrassing the Chinese government (and in their eyes, by extension the people of China-though, how they equate the government with the people, like they have a choice, is beyond me). It is funny, though.

Well that is all for me today. Ciao!

Sadly, it was 40 years ago today

I am back. I just wanted to get on early and remark that it was 40 years ago today that James Earl Ray assassinated Martin Luther King, Jr. It is hard to believe that it has been 40 years. That was a tumultuous year that also led to the assassination of Bobby Kennedy.

This led to the "evil" Hubert Humphrey getting the nod as Democratic candidate for president. This in turn led to the election of Richard Nixon, which led to a further landslide victory in 1972. This led to Watergate, the fall of Vietnam (though that was inevitable), Jimmy Carter as President, the great malaise and stagflation and then the rise of vision with Ronald Reagan.

Strange how things work. I think we may be right back where we started in 1976 or so. That is purely from a US economic perspective. Things are different but there are parallels. Then again, there are parallels with the Great Depression (though, to hear those around back then talk of it, I am not so sure what was "great" about it).

Here, we are living in this world and there is much we cannot seem to control or even impact. The graft in government, especially one party rule nations-Russia, China, Zimbabwe.....-continues. The graft in business in the West continues. Mark my words, as the middle class continues to get squeezed, there is a "revolution" a-coming.

Something has to change, that much is apparent. Change it will, but how is the real question. The catalysts are out there and this change is going to occur. It is time. Those we have trusted in power have failed us all miserably. We do share some of the blame as we have allowed it to happen and have not demanded/expected and ensured better. You can cannot sit passively, allow this shit to happen, point your fingers when things go wrong and then believe yourself to be truly innocent. You have to be somewhat active, even if it is just speaking out against the bullshit and telling the emporer that he is not wearing any clothes.

So, on this 40th anniversay of the death of Martin Luther King, I have a dream....

Now, go out and kick the first CEO, MP, Congressman or woman, Senator, President, etc. you see right in the nuts/cunt. Ciao!

Short and Sweet

I am back. This will be short and sweet.

I am still going on about China. They staged, and I do mean staged, the arrival of the Olympic Torch in Tiannamen Square. The rabble were kept away so it was quite the photo op, with very few people. Man, these guys just do not get the optics. I am telling you it is just like the Orwell prophecy. I always thought he was a genius and this continues to prove it to me.

Going to run. Ciao!