Yes, now the gooks (asians) are preventing me from viewing the Exorcist on You Tube. Yes, I understand You Tube has been taken over by a group of Asian investors, thus (gooks). Yes, the gooks have now prevented me from watching the Exorcist, especially during Halloween. F.. the gooks, and f..k you too, if you disagree.
Six years ago my inguinal hernia was diagnosed by a physician. I have learned to live with this hernia. Conventional wisdom would have me treat the hernia with surgery. I kinda fell through the cracks. First through a lack of health insurance and later as a result of my own research that found risks associated with the surgical procedure and down played by surgeons hell bent on getting those fees at the expense of the patient and his quality of life. I have what is termed a reduciable hernia meaning that it’s not entrapped. And while the pain and discomfort was acute in the beginning there is none to report at present. Although the swelling or lump is ever present and causes me to conceal it under my clothes by whatever means.
There are precautions I must take with the inguinal hernia such as avoiding foods or substances that produce pain or gas. And while I don’t experience pain I do find that I tire quickly and my pelvic zone becomes sore when I exert myself doing ordinary chores like doing dishes or cooking. But the funny thing is that I can walk long distances without a problem or pain.
My research has revealed that many patients have reported various unexpected conditions after surgery to repair inguinal hernias including chronic pain, incontinence, ED or erectile dysfunction. Some male patients reporting they cannot enjoy sex as before because they cannot achieve an erection. And under my own reasoning I will postpone an elective surgical procedure until the last minute. I may yet live another six years with the hernia or I may die long before from other causes.
Inguinal hernia, today and tomorrow
2015
I cannot believe Injuns are so helpless when it comes to drinking alcohol. Yes, one sip of beer and Little Bullshit ends up staggering down the street. What is that? Mind you that I have been watching all these Injun movies depicting Injuns drinking and beating on their family. So, it’s time that Injuns were no longer permitted to drink alcohol. I could be wrong so what do you say Cochise and Geronimo?
iT ALL began when I got the acting itch and was propelled by a part-time manager who was as much a charlatan as anything else. So, I was convinced to pay for an expensive commercial workshop in Los Angeles. A manager is supposed to be a person who can call out your weaknesses and strengths but this huckster was little more than a pariah as he did none of these. Tepper-Gallegos Commercial workshop. I forget how much I paid the outfit but in retrospect I got taken for a ride. In my opinion if a legit acting workshop is honest then it should be upfront and only accept fees from people who truly have a future in the business, but this outfit, as I later learned will take fees from a worm. I forget the year but it must have been either 1995 or 1996.
The Casting couch.
2015
Gosh, o my, and where am my glasses?
I ask, but I trust you will not know, is that correct Mister Wells?
I know I had them last but then I put them down,
Now, the only thing I can see is a sea of desperation.
They brought me joy, and amusement as I walked through the light,
they were my fondest companions, the two lenses.
Now, darkness falls upon the land,
Yes, they had a name, of course true but “One”.
And they were mine, and only mine, but now all I see
is desperation and humiliation to accompany my walk.
But then I learned how to get along without “One”.
My glasses are here, I can imagine them and create them
out of thin air.
Yes, they have a name of course true but “One”.
Look folks others might find this pope as the best thing since sliced bread, but I conisder the man as nothing. He is supposed to look like a king, and instead he looks like a man with down syndrome. Okay, so I am the bogeyman, but I have the courage to speak against the wind. So take that Francis. In your face, in your face.
And Jonathan asked me, “are those new glasses?”, No, I replied, these are old and out of date. I stood just about 2 feet away from him but I could not see his eyes. I am blind. However, I could hear his voice clear as a bell. It’s said the eyes can convey a great deal to those who listen (with their eyes), of course it supposes those eyes can (see) the other person’s (eyes). Alas, I cannot see the eyes of others’ and they cannot see mine as I wear dark spectacles to shield mine from the harmful glare of everyday living.
Jonathan is aware of my blindness, as I have told him on at least one occasion. And in our chance encounters I recognize the dear ‘boy’ through his voice alone and his charm. Otherwise I would overlook him, as I do most people due to my eyesight that is wanting.
So, no these are not new glasses, but I am pleased that you noticed. Forgive me, if I do not notice you the next time we pass on the street. It’s not intentional and I hope you will understand.
Down, I go slow, and sure, peace of mind, follows; azure. Wait and hear the swallows call, behind my back reserve enthrall. Once again I see the people, (Francis) calls’ rough sleepers. Shew them the egress, shew them the door; ne’r to sleep, ne’r to wallow by the door. Whispers in the air, I hear call.Pack up your troubles, lighten your load, reach for the heavens’. Mellow transitions, sweet fortunes follow.
Oh, free me from my sojourn, whilst I ponder my pain yonder. Mom, as I wander, alone and forlorn, will you be near?
Who was Venerable Bede? All, I know about this (doctor of the church) is that at a young age, 7 years old, he was sent to the monastery, in Northumbria, in present day England. He was said to be a master linguist and excelled in rhetoric. Finally, he was about 59 years old when he published his “History of the English People”.
and yet when I think of venerable Bede, a different persona comes to mind. And I think of the ‘dissolution of the monasteries’ under, King Henry VIII, in England. I am certain that the church has not been compensated for their loss by the English Crown.
And then I think of how exalted this man ‘is’ in my own time. For if a lowly and erratic man such as myself sits here to recount his story then what a pedigree this man bore. Lets remember that the venerable Bede was alive around 672 AD (year of our lord). And here I am in 2015, in present day Los Angeles, California. Surely, even the venerable Bede never imagined such a place!
The Odyssey 