*** Yeah, I was supposed to have posted this two weeks ago.  Still have another entry I need to hurry up and post.  This week just got a little crazy, just a LITTLE!  Stay tuned for THAT! ***
Well, I guess I should get rolling on this, eh?

It’s been about a week since Tony Snow was buried and while I didn’t personally know him, he was a good example and character for a lot of us.

Back when he had a radio show about three or so years ago, I won a contest that would allow me to attend an event in which he came down to Dallas.  I didn’t know who he was at that time, but Wayne assured me that I would really enjoy his presence.

At this time, I was just warming up to that weird psychopath Glenn, lol.  So figured I’d take some time in the evening to hear him out.  With that, I was looking forward to seeing him that day he came down here.  He had just recovered from surgery of his cancer, I believe colon at that time, so it was an epic moment in his life.

Later, he accepted to job has White House press secretary and I think that at a moment of bad political rap in the White House, this was probably a great thing.  Not that the White House didn’t deserve some condemnation…it sure did.  However, many of the condemnations were retarded as well.  If you’re not thinking for yourself and just lapping up the news left and right…well…

It’s too bad, he was a good example of character that is missed a lot nowadays.

Also running about a week ago was Glenn’s stage show.  That was his show running in Dallas, broadcast to hundreds of movie theaters nationwide.

Also, as the time drew nearer, it was revealed that our Governer, Rick Perry, would also be in attendance.  I also had a feeling that our Texas SEAL hero, Marcus Luttrell, would be in attendance.

Professional security officers were found very shortly upon entry to the Majestic Theater…but for who, I wasn’t sure.  I was never really sure what security arrangements the Governor had.

What was really funny is that Tony, Christine and I had parked at one of the parking garages and, being early, decided to hang out and just look out from our elevated spot.  While taking in the surroundings and making small talk, I was observing the parking lot across the street from us.

What caught my eye was an SUV that was backing up into a parking spot…two parking spots.  I joked with Tony that I need a loudspeaker right now and I’d be a Parking Nazi and whoever was driving this SUV would be the first to face my wrath.

The driver of the SUV did drive out of the spot, obvious that they weren’t quite lined up, but they were still taking up two spots.  The driver got out, with cellphone attached to his head.  “Oh, even better!” I thought in my head.  I really need that loudspea…

My mind and mouth thought/said in unison, “…is that Marcus Luttrell?!?”

Tony didn’t really think so…yet.  I brought Christine out and she kind of glanced over.  The driver still saw he was not lined up and jumped back in and tried parking yet again, this time centering up nicely.

He got out again and we all stared intently.  At this time we noticed another tell tale sign and confirmed it was Marcus Luttrell…walking with two females (one I’d later find out would be his Mom)…with a pitchfork in his hand!

Those of you that are not Sick Twisted Freaks, Glenn’s been calling for pitchforks and torches which he’ll put in his TV show studio.  Later, he talks about how he received 10 pitchforks in Dallas…and only 10, because by then Rick Perry’s security detail was starting to get concerned with all the pitchforks and began rejecting them.

Glenn’s starting to receive them by mail now as well!

What can I say, the show was OUTSTANDING!  The feedback I’ve gotten from friends who have watched it as well has been extremely positive as well.  I’m glad to have been a part of the show, as my friends have also.  Good news to some of you that didn’t get to see it, it is obviously coming out on DVD…so standing by for that!

Oh!  His Christmas Show is now out on DVD and I strongly recommend that you get that!  I really loved seeing his Christmas show two years ago.

Well…I had to go ahead and post this and get it done.  Don’t quite remember if there was anything else I needed to post.

I have something for this past weekend…but that can wait for the next post, I needed to get this one done first!

…who stole my rifle. Run very far and away. Don’t even try using it in a crime, especially if I am nearby. You are encouraged to throw it back in the general location from where you took it without repercussions, as long as you run like a coward. Do not prowl on anyone with it, and don’t try coming back this way acting all macho with it…unless you want your crime to be the second last most pitiful mistake you’ve ever made.

There was another entry that was going to be released, but I’m going to go ahead and send this out now and continue on with my next post shortly.

…to never pull of a joke like that again!

It happened on April 1st. Ramon mentioned how it was April First and that we should get someone good. I just rolled my eyes. April Fool’s jokes…pleah.

As we had our breakfast breaks I thought about it and figured why not. I pulled out my phone and more or less wrote the message that I had reenlisted the week prior and had received orders to ship out to training before being deployed overseas. Nothing really big, I thought. I scrolled through my phone book and sent it to a good number of my friends and hit “Send.” I thought nothing of it as I wrapped up my breakfast and went on to work.

Throughout the course of the day I got bombarded by message replies. Parties and get-togethers were already being arranged by some people. Some buddies up in VA were already messaging everyone else of my pending arrival. The word was out, Chris was back in uniform and ready to KATN.

Feverishly, I began letting everyone know that it was a joke. In no way did I ever envision that it would be bought so well. It was nuts. Even got a phone call from Michelle, and well I’m glad I wasn’t in Virginia!

Heather yesterday told me that I should’ve stuck with the joke and went to all the parties. Wow, my head was reeling just imagining how deep underwater I would be if I ever did that. I may be tough, but all the collective masses putting their heads together to plan a come back makes me shudder. Even Heather flicking her scissors in my general direction temporarily put me on alert!

However, I did get two people calling me out right away. Moni and Agnes came on my phone and didn’t buy it! Well, I don’t have any prizes, lol… But yeah, I think that will be the last April Fool’s joke I’ll make in a while, lol.

Well, maybe karma did come back to me. I dropped the ball big time…I missed a massive opportunity as far as some tactical gear goes. One of my buddies, always looking out for me, came across a piece of kit I was looking at getting and at a deal that was just simply too good to pass up. He shot me a line yesterday and let me know what the deal was. I agreed I’d call him before noon the following day and let him know if the deal would be a go. Of course, that night I decided I would go for it.

Have I ever mentioned my memory sucks? Good. Suffice to say, Christine let me know of my grave error later on and I let the deal of the year slip past my fingers. You can ask Christine, I was verbally punching my face just about all day today!

Before I realized my mistake, we were at the Dallas Auto Show. I went previously on Saturday as well and checked it out with John and his wife, but had a tight schedule so I only got to see some highlights with them. Today, I went with the intention of covering the entire show with some thoroughness. My initial impression of the show was positive, being probably the best one that I’ve been to, and this was my third year. Stay tuned for pics and a video detailing my adventure!

Interesting was the fact that the Mesquite Police had a recruiting area in the Dallas Auto Show this year. Pretty neat. MySpacers will get to see my new profile pic of the MPD Fembot Tricycle. I know…that’s not what it really is called.

My top fives from the auto show this year are the Nissan GT-R, Audi R8, Dodge Challenger, Cadillac XLR-V and Chevrolet Corvette ZR1. Concept nod goes to the Jeep Trailhawk.

Then, while it was already planned ahead of time, going to the shooting range just seemed to make sense to vent my frustrations of missing out on the deal of the year. Thinking there may have been the chance that everything works out, I saved some money and bought a mere hundred rounds of ammo. Christine did the same…after standing around for about five minutes while the counter person left. To most, Christine still doesn’t have that look of the desire to shoot guns, lol!

After my frustrations and the fact that it was mid-afternoon, decided not to bother getting rifle ammo…wouldn’t have time for that anyways.

So to the pistol range we went. As we setup, we once again found the day’s “mouthers.” These mouthers are the guys that seem to like to hear them talk and usually do not have sufficient substance to complement said talk. It’s not just the fact that they’re talking, but also what they’re talking about and how they’re talking. I’m a good veteran of hearing these crowds over the years. Navy people can probably get a good example of this. It’s called your local VBSS team. I’m not throwing everyone VBSS under the bus, but let’s just say that my time on the Cole that there were more fingers on my one hand than there were members of our VBSS team that I felt genuine enough that they were competent enough AND I didn’t have to worry about. Statistically though…yeah.

We figured a good medium was the 15 yard range and we setup there. Turns out that one of the mouthers was in the military. He wasn’t so bad, though. Once he got to shooting he wasn’t talking much. Nonetheless, his 7 yard group was over twice the size of Christine’s 15 yard group…and she lost our contest and had to buy me ice cream!

Well, we didn’t really care. He was quiet and I was just bored and looking around and he was close enough I could see his target. Eventually, though, a group of guys showed up next to us and setup for the 15 yard line. Okay, now these went past the category of mouthers and they were now civy-VBSS. Lots and lots of talk and lots of oh check out my Rock River AR with Larue Rail, TangoDown foregrip and ACOG. Blah blah blah blah blah. I couldn’t even hear myself yelling at ME for missing the deal of the year!

I already told Christine they were going to suck at shooting. And they did. One guy started firing some good groups until I saw the profile of a 1911 in my peripheral. Sure enough, he picked up either a Glock or a Ruger that they brought and I was able to stand by my statement. We had setup some tactical targets which would be more forgiving for Christine as I refined a few tips to her and watched her accuracy go up…but she still had to buy me ice cream!

Buy now, the civy-VBSS team posted a new target that had multiple two-inch diameter Shoot-N-C’s scattered throughout. They couldn’t even hit a six inch circle earlier…

Shots were fired as they fired at every part of the paper’s surface, every part except the two inch circles. Everytime a round would hit they would comment, “Good shooting!” It’s only good if you consistently do it, otherwise it’s dumb luck. Then they remarked at how hard it was…see comment about six-inch target above. Then they made the comment, “Yeah, this is where a laser would come in handy…next time I’ll bring my laser.”

No…this is where all of you get off the lane, move over to the THREE yard lane with your six-inch target and start there and move up to the five, seven and so forth distances. You don’t make some electronic gizmo make up for your crappy handiwork. Remember a while back when I went with a couple of coworkers over to George’s Area 51 and did some shooting? I was tagging targets with open sights three times the distance that Alpha Team was with their RDS systems, they should’ve been able to hit it faster, more accurately and more consistently. Oh well…

Needless to say, Christine and I got our entertainment as her group was about 1/4 the size of our loud-talking neighbors and I had the group the size of an orange…so Christine would get me ice cream.

Earlier in the week, I had the opportunity to attend another drill from an LE officer who even got the opportunity to help train the Iraqis in firearms proficiency. There were eight of us in various modes of tacticalness, I suppose. To my surprise I believe I was the only person with a stock weapon. We did some drills with the pistol, and it appears that as far as experience level I was at the bottom rung. I was definitely not catching up with the lingo, stories of training were shared but I really had none to give out except my Navy times and other somewhat informal events like this, and I think I’m the only person that hasn’t done some form of competition.

That said, it appears I was ranking up there…only trailing behind an active shooter in training, competition and drills. I forgot what he did though, but he showed up with his own bullets that he loaded…that’s about all I remember. We ended up doing four competitions in the end. That guy one two, then I came up won a prize myself. The final competition, our lone participant with a 1911 had the upper hand over us and won first prize, with me coming in second and receiving a prize as well.

I take that as an accomplishment. I don’t want to be stuck up on myself but I don’t know what I did that made me valuable…truly…while I was in the Navy. I know it’s a mix of heart, attitude, logic and all this other fuzzy principles. I know my time in CAP and Police Explorers honed it some…but I said honed, not taught.

In a world of books, Internet forums, sites, magazines and here there everywhere and the seemingly endless “my gun and gear is blacker than yours” (and for those that are not tactically fluent, but are racially fluent, this is meaning the black gun, black gear, etc…so don’t give me your speeches and moans). I was here, welcome to learn. I said nothing and expected lots, and I received lots. The guy running the show challenged me. Most of the guys to my left and right were not talkers, mouthers or VBSS clones. I don’t spend a lot of time sitting around learning techniques and gear flavors of the week. It was important to do that in the Navy because third-class Firecontrolmen don’t know a single thing about ATFP, I was the most clueless idiot and I should never have a gun. Yup.

But now I’m out. Not saying I’m staying static, I need to evolve. But the need to follow the fads and spend money on “research” isn’t there anymore. Want to know my research? My research is about twenty minutes a day, in my head, while I eat lunch. I figure out the solution…THEN I will find (not research) to find the means to accomplish my solution.

Is this close minded? Most likely. But I am a civilian right now and that’s no excuse, except that it seems everyone’s buying into everyone else’s info, ranging (very rarely) to a pot of gold all the way to complete crap. That’s because nobody wants to figure it out anymore, let’s just Google it or go to our favorite forum and listen to what the 11-year old airsofter who has convinced us that he is an 80-year veteran and served in all military branches, all SOF units and even created a few that are stationed in the underwater island of Atlantis.

I think the tactical world is unfortunately being a big fad. Here’s the thing…look hard at yourself. Any tactical conversation you have…are your answers to questions really and truly yours…or are you just reflecting someone else’s. Sure there’s a time to relay (as skill and experience would offer)…but you’re missing the point. Is it really your answer?

Lastly, Glenn has emphasized this as well. To really be honest with yourself, you have to question everything. EVERYTHING. So is this technique or concept, you’ve been able to reinforce it for years and you are dead set on it. There are a lot of things that I have realized and am sure of…I still constantly question and evaluate. For a year or two, I made the mistake and got a little lazy of answering questions with answers that came from someone else and stayed with principles with very little thought. I’ve been trying to change that…strangely, I am getting much better. Don’t have to agree with it…but if everyone agreed, then no one is thinking.

So for my website’s blog, I think I can add the category of “Seanism” to this blog. Many Cole Sailors around my time frame will know Sean, so that’s really all that needs to be said. While Christine was posing one of her random (grotesque) medical questions, I…in the spirit of Stu’s skits…came up with my own random (slightly) medical questions:

In those shooting video games, if you shot a pregnant terrorist in the abdomen/crotch, would you receive a “Headshot” score?

So the past weekend I was going through a bistro area of the metroplex. I seem to more or less be comfortable no matter where I go. I may not fit in, but I don’t let that stop me from going to various locations. I’m tougher than the snobbish and the gangbangers, generally.

So I had gone to a particular store to get a few things. As I was heading back to my car to get in I heard a little girl with a sense of urgency in her voice, “Mommy! What is that guy doing?”

Striking me odd, I looked up to see what the little girl could be wondering about…just in case, you know. She looked to be about five or six years old…and she was looking and pointing straight at me. I checked behind me just in case, not a person…I was the object of her attention.

Mom: “Who? Him? He’s just getting into his car…” (which she looked carefully to make sure I wasn’t doing anything suspicious…mainly that I used a key to obtain entry)

Girl (with a look of stark confusion): “You mean, that his car doesn’t unlock the doors for him?”

I tell you, our society is going to die off as probably one of the most retarded societies in the history of the universe.

Mom: “Now what did I say about pointing? Don’t point or talk about him anymore, you might hurt his feelings!”

Yep…one of the most retarded societies…

Okay, I’ve been talking with various people. I think I’m going to start to quit selling the virtues of my hometown and the surrounding area. Many people still wonder what’s so special about Texas. I can’t really answer that for them…I’m a Texan, so how things go about here is natural and the way of life for me. I am not a developer or businessman either, so I don’t really care to make a brochure for you.

However, it’s pretty obvious…just look here, here and here. I mean, 162,000 new people in the span of one year?!? That’s insane! I’m serious, go back to where you came from…most of you. Those that I personally know are pretty cool and they can stay. But I was telling Tony a few weeks ago, how I used to think that we had the best drivers in the country. Going up to Chicago, San Diego and Norfolk while in the Navy and visiting other cities as part of that joyous career I realized exactly what a stupid driver was. I couldn’t wait to go back home on leave and let my blood pressure ease with easy driving on the road.

Not anymore…I have to affirm that the Dallas area now has to have about the worst drivers I have ever come across. Almost a fifth of everyone I come across on the road are idiots when it comes to driving. The same with the people I interact with. The ratio that had polite, respectful and warm people…that number is dwindling and we’re getting, let me not bother with my adjectives. People are always complaining and moaning about every little inconvenience they come across through their daily lives. I almost want to have boring conversations, “Hey, nice weather we’re having today…” “Yup.” Almost everywhere I go, someone’s huffing about something. Go fix your issues, geez.

I guess this is the result of two events. One was a lady who obviously transferred from somewhere else and started talking about something having to do with the south and Texas that she didn’t like, “Up where I come from…” Sorry, I don’t care where you came from…where you came from must’ve probably sucked for you to move here, as those three above articles may seem to suggest.

Then there’s the lady who cut in front of me at a store and mumbled that she was simply in a hurry and that seemed to justify her cutting in front of me and two other patrons behind me. She had her three kids all making a racket as well. A personality similar to the Dark Me that came from Pascagoula and lingered through the Sweeney Era came out and I basically tore her up verbally in front of her kids. She tells me how dare I say those things at her and that it shows the type of personality that I have. I tell her the fact that I directed that to her with no second thought just shows what type of person she is and to get back in line you dumb…” Yeah, she got to the back of the line.

Besides, there was that story a few months ago that there is higher camaraderie amongst individuals (friends and/or workplace) proportionate to their swearing. I am also a former Sailor, and I did greatly enjoy my time, overall, in the Navy. No excuse, but that’s what it is.

Finally, I had shot Corey an e-mail and that got me thinking…I held it off! Up on MySpace I had carefully laid out and listed who I considered my heroes. For whatever happened, I must’ve been interrupted the day I initially put those up because I forgot one.

I came across Corey while in the Det offices in Pascagoula. Around that time, I finally had gotten the tactical sling for the M14 and was giving it a try to see if it would actually work. For those of you that don’t know me well enough, I gave up on the Cole and Navy as far as trying to outfit us correctly when one of my GM buddies told me that what we were going to be equipped with would be more or less the exact same as before we got attacked. And here I was thinking that during this rebuilding it would be the opportunity to do things right. When that didn’t happen, I broke open my wallet…if we weren’t going to do it, then I would.

Of course, this type of behavior (and yes, I was getting fed up and frustrated…with other things as well, but I digress…) was looked upon by leadership above me and I was about heavily resisted just about everywhere, which ticked me off even more. My initial impression of Corey, as with just about everyone with a higher rank above me at that time, wasn’t too high…especially when he started looking at what I was doing.

To my surprise, he was all for it and encouraged me to draft a paper for the virtues of the sling (which ended up not going anywhere). In a wide field of idiots, as far as I was concerned, he was a rare person…turns out he had a background in security, tactics and so forth…which made things more appealing to me.

From then on, he was one of the handful that didn’t trample on me, block me on honest issues and so forth. I figured if I was going to keep having this opportunity, I’d better not screw up…so I tried not to. Well, I did die in a drill giving Agnes my gas mask when she forgot hers, lol.

Other than that, he was also the only one who kept after me to look into considering reenlisting into the Navy. My decision to leave wasn’t short-sighted, it was more thorough and methodical than any research I had done into my gear, tactics and so forth. I did not want to get out and even though the perception within the ship even up to us returning from our deployment was for me to get out, I had always kept the option open. Maybe if he was my LCPO I would’ve probably stayed, but I assessed a lot of things and when I made my first impression of the next CO, XO and even our newest LCPO (I was the first person on the ship to hate him, didn’t take long did it…)…the future of the Cole, that was the final nip and I walked off the Cole’s brow with seabag over my shoulder. I still hadn’t recovered from before the deployment and if I was going to be of use to anyone in my future, I needed some spare time for myself…something I just wasn’t getting in uniform.

While we’ve been busy, it was good to shoot him another e-mail and figured I’d use a little of my time and post him the honor and respect he’s due.

Every now and then I get something, even when it’s least expected. From time to time, whether it’s something small or a lot bigger…I always try to help out my fellow Brothers and Sisters in uniform. If you think that you’re covered for a deployment…well, maybe things have changed since I’ve been in. But even on a warship, where the urgency for combat is often significantly less, I have found that being ready for the worst wasn’t usually satisfied by relying on the command apparatus. Maybe one day I’ll actually sit down and try to figure out how much I had invested on myself…but I can tell you it isn’t cheap by any stretch of the imagination.

With that experience always vivid in my mind, anytime I see someone in a more important situation in need I try to see if I can use what I’ve developed to work for me to help them out. This was the case of an Army sniper in need some time ago. I had known him through a friend in NSW and was told of his situation, which to me looked fairly ugly. It looked as if he almost didn’t have much for essentials. I could be wrong, though my friend is too busy for me to make small talk of the situation. He had asked several of his friends if they could help with a list that the young sniper needed and he also added up from his experience. With that, I went down the list and tried to find some stuff that I knew was fairly essential. Suffice to say, I pitched in on a few things on the list.

Well, I ended up getting a thank you card from the father. I just put it on this blog, because it was worth mentioning…these small things. And to an extent it made me feel better about myself…

Especially after Monday night. Monday night Chip had come down and we had the TV flipped on. After Ben’s arm made a national appearance on Prison Break (he was lucky enough to be an extra while they filmed here in Dallas), I figured the next episode would continue the same scene and perhaps I’d get a glimpse of Ben’s shoe, lol. Unfortunately, I have not been following the Prison Break show and just wanted to watch it to see if I could see Ben. Eventually I’ll get the DVDs and start from the beginning.

Well, I see that Prison Break’s time slot is taken over by that Moment of Truth TV show. In a nutshell it’s that retarded lie detector show that I’ve seen trailers and commercials for and think it’s an ugly concept feeding off the sensationalist want of our current society. After flipping through some channels and being lazy, figured that since the TV was on we’d see what the ruckus was all about.

Apparently, what was in view was a special edition episode. I don’t know any different, this is my only (and last, I swear) view of the show. I had mainly a young married couple, somewhere around my age or younger. The person in the “hot seat” was the wife. Sitting nearby was her husband, her parents, her younger sister…and someone else who I don’t know about, he never really said anything and they never talked to him.

The questions that I first heard were fairly benign initially. Asking the lady if she thought her parents were proud of her or if she’d be her sister’s surrogate mother if the sister couldn’t have children. Then shortly thereafter, with the money reward higher, the questions suddenly started getting ugly.

As I understand, she has a chance between questions to throw in the towel in the game. Any money she had won at that time, she could walk away with. However, the moment she answered a question and lied…which I’m even wondering about the conditions of determining the truth…then the game ends and she loses any money that was awarded.

The questions were rough and as if it wasn’t horrid enough, she continued to choose to be asked the questions. They started off a little light, having to answer if she blamed her husband for the loss of her close friends (answer is true) and during girl’s night out with her friends if she’d remove her wedding ring to make her appear single (answer is true).

At this point, at least to me, the foundation of their marriage took a good rattling and she continued to insist on asking more questions. I also noted coming out of a commercial break, that the person asking the questions had a little PSA before the show continued and said that if he had a choice this episode wouldn’t air and to watch the episode with caution. Strange, as it turns out to be a special edition episode, tanking over Prison Break. However, watching him during the game he was either genuinely flustered by how the game was unfolding or he is one of the best actors I’ve ever seen.

The next set of questions before she could get to the next amount of money came as a surprise to her. Before that happened, another question was posed…was she in love with one of her ex-boyfriends on her wedding day (answer is true). At this time the doors opened and a guy walked through. The wife was speechless so the game host introduced him as one of her ex-boyfriends. To which the ex asked her the question that if he wanted to get back together with her if she would dump her husband. The sister hit a button that I guess allows the wife to avoid the question, but instead answer another question. That other question was also asked by the ex, which was something to the effect of if she believed that he was more ideal of being her husband vs her current husband (answer is true).

At this point, when the sister hit the button to get her sister out of it, I was disgusted to hear a large number of booing from the audience behind her. Likewise, the eruption of applause after watching a marriage practically shredded with just a few strands holding things together, the wife elects to continue.

So the next question is posed, if she has had sexual relationships with other men while married (answer is true). The next question was did she think she was a good person…and I almost fell out of my seat when she said in the end she believed she was a good person. Thankfully the Fembot Lie Detector agreed with me and registered her answer as false, causing the tormenting to cease and make her walk out of the building with no money and, even worse, an ugly future.

It was the most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen on TV…for those that want to give it a try, I don’t know why I’m mentioning…but a lot of network websites are doing playbacks of their shows…I’m sure it’s there. But really, why bother? While being disgusted, I felt a tinge of pain that by just merely watching it I had helped in the very obvious unraveling of two lives, in front of ones family and all over the country.

My friends and coworkers who I’ve personally talked to of this understood where I was coming from. Only two people from the nethers of the online world asked me if it was better off that they live a “fake” married life than have it out in the open to “save” what’s left of their lives before it’s too late.

I’m sorry, those two are seriously missing the picture. This is disturbing to me in a few facets. First off, you don’t need a stupid lie detector reality show to fix up anything in your life. I know of many retarded and out of nowhere arranged marriages of the past and quasi semi arranged marriages now that are working out, difficulties and all. If you need your life to be salvaged by a show like this…what am I supposed to say? If you come on to a show like this that will leave you metaphorically shredded by the power of honesty, mainly in relationships…what does this say of you as a person? In the way you expect and value relationships? Take it even beyond just relationships even, like my first question…overall as a person?

The audiences almost foaming at the mouth had me incredibly disappointed as well. I don’t really think I need to amplify with what’s already been said. I myself had a slightly hard time sleeping after watching that. However, to amplify my first concern…the last question she flopped, she answered that after all of that she still thought she was a good person. Which is really sad, I come across so many people and there are many… I’m not saying I’m the golden knight, that could be further from the truth. How I have chosen to live my way of life has it where I have to walk and thrive in the Dark of the world. So here I return to say I see people, and most are smart enough to know they come off as idiots if they talk about being saints. However, they end up giving themselves far more credit than they are even close to deserving. This lady’s answer was borderline ignorant of almost the entire episode before her and what she had laid out. It’s a shame.

Anyhow, no more lie detector shows for me. Usually the value of something I witness is determined by what I learned out of it, out of myself and the lesson in life that can be imparted. Moment of Truth had nothing of value for me, I do not relish in the sensationalism or watching people rip each other apart in that way.

However, like I mentioned in the beginning…a simple card sent to a grateful father helped me bring my tired mind back into the more relevant focus on hand and I feel I can move past the gnawing I’ve had since Monday.

Further with that, during my back and forths inside the office (it was a very busy day today), I heard repeatedly a techno song of some sort while streaming the Glenn Beck Program. The song is catchy, but it is a bizarre song. It’s from Russia, a song amounting to pretty much a girl having a boyfriend like Vladimir Putin. The group that made the song were virtual unknowns and this song has skyrocketed to the number one song in Russia. Glenn seems to every now and then find and share strange songs that get stuck in my head. One that is noteable was the Crazy Frog song about three years ago. Well, the Putin song definitely got stuck in my head…it was strange, especially the music video. Glenn of course, has his thoughts on it…those curious about the song and happen to be a Friend of mine on MySpace, I’ve thrown it on my profile for your hearing pleasure.

Well, enough for now!

UPDATE 28 FEB 2008: This got posted on Thursday…yes. You read it and felt it was written on Wednesday…yes. I never stayed awake long enough to post it yesterday evening, lol.