G'day Everyone.
I fully endorse the State of Arizona for doing the right thing: hitting the illegal immigrants where it hurts! Yes, the Governor of Arizona did the right thing, even if parts of their new law is up. I've been watching CNN and yes police are doing their job as if all of the new law is active.
In sense, the State of Arizona that the free ride in living in the state is over. At the same time, Arizona is going to appeal all the way to the supreme court that to show that there has to be a tougher law to combat the crimes of the illegal immigrants, even if President Obama doesn't want to see it happen.
The Federal Government has waited too long and Arizona became it's first state to start fighting back. Will California, Nevada, New Mexico, and Texas join the battle? They should! Because they border the state of Mexico.
Why should they join? Simple. It's not just the illegal immigrants coming into this nation, but drugs, guns, and violent crimes happen almost every day across our borders. Mexico doesn't want our border sealed. But we have to as to protect our people. As long as Mexico has a violent criminal activity that looks like a civil war going on(between the drug gangs vs law enforcement), then border security is a must-d0 as we must protect our citizens. The death of the rancher is that very reason.
Do not give up the fight Arizona! Do not be afraid of Obama and the Federal Government. You have to do what must be done. Even if it means to tell the Federal Government this: Either you act or we act.
More likely to say, this issue of Illegal Immigrants could get long time political people tossed out of congressional and state offices this fall. It could happen. Perhaps, with old political people being tossed out this year, may be new and sensible laws will finally come realized for sure by 2011. Especially on illegal immigrants.
It may look easy to slide into America and stay here illegally, but it's wrong. Sure that it takes a year to become a legal immigrant, but believe in the process! It's better to be a legal immigrant and become a trustworthy citizen of USA here instead of being arrested and sent back home and never becoming a citizen ever in your life.
Semper FI.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
The "What ifs" of Life.
G'day Everyone.
Have you ever had an "What if" about life? Well, this post got me started from Robert Goodwin when I read his post:
http://rsgeo007.blogspot.com/2010/07/lifes-little-musings.html
I could post a lot of "what ifs" about my life and I'm afraid it would turn into an R,R,and R post here. (Translation: Rant, Rave, and Rumble). So I'm not going post about it. Most of the time I do my R,R, and R gripping is when I'm praying to God (I usually do it in a empty church). God's always a patient listener (if he ever does). I'm always saying my "What ifs" to Him often.
So what's it about, you ask? Sadly to say, I can't tell you very much. But if there were things I knew then, I'd make a lot of changes in my life's paths. But a huge part of me wishes the people who hurt me would apologize to me out of fear of God rather than fear of a lawsuit.
At this point in my life, I am thankful to God for having some good friends, someone to love, plenty of wishes of the things I could do, and plenty of regrets I still have.
I still have a bucket list of things I'd like to do before I can't be able to do things any more. It's a list of "MUST DO" dreams.
Whatever your "What ifs" are, share them with God. Perhaps it will factor in His judgement on others much better.
Semper FI.
Have you ever had an "What if" about life? Well, this post got me started from Robert Goodwin when I read his post:
http://rsgeo007.blogspot.com/2010/07/lifes-little-musings.html
I could post a lot of "what ifs" about my life and I'm afraid it would turn into an R,R,and R post here. (Translation: Rant, Rave, and Rumble). So I'm not going post about it. Most of the time I do my R,R, and R gripping is when I'm praying to God (I usually do it in a empty church). God's always a patient listener (if he ever does). I'm always saying my "What ifs" to Him often.
So what's it about, you ask? Sadly to say, I can't tell you very much. But if there were things I knew then, I'd make a lot of changes in my life's paths. But a huge part of me wishes the people who hurt me would apologize to me out of fear of God rather than fear of a lawsuit.
At this point in my life, I am thankful to God for having some good friends, someone to love, plenty of wishes of the things I could do, and plenty of regrets I still have.
I still have a bucket list of things I'd like to do before I can't be able to do things any more. It's a list of "MUST DO" dreams.
Whatever your "What ifs" are, share them with God. Perhaps it will factor in His judgement on others much better.
Semper FI.
Monday, July 26, 2010
ADA laws: 20 years later
G'day Everyone.
July 26, 1990 was a day remembered in the minds of thousands of Disabled Americans. It was a day that the Americans with Disabilities Act was signed into law by President George H.W. Bush. (Bush,Sr). It was a day that we all rejoiced to see that our disabled lives were made easier to work and live with our non-disabled friends and co-workers.
Link: http://www.cnn.com/2010/LIVING/07/26/ada.history/index.html?hpt=Sbin
and a related story: http://www.cnn.com/2010/LIVING/07/26/ada.talbot/index.html
For many of us, we have dreamed we'd have jobs, equal living arrangements, and ability to take transportation. In some ways, we have gained that.
But on the employment side, there are employers who DO NOT want to follow the ADA law very much. Many a time when they look at your resume or you come to the interview, they can discriminate you right at the start. So unless you can prove they violated the ADA law (I.E. prove that there's no disabled people among their staff), they pretty much win. So it takes a long and protracted court battle to get the point across.
So why are some employers laying off the disabled community from their jobs in this sad state of economics of today? Does it save them money? No. It does not.
President Obama has a lot of work to do to assist the disabled community in this time of economics. So are many of the Vocational Rehabilitation offices in many states trying to do their best as well.
What about the future of the ADA law? Ask me that question in 5 years when the ADA law is celebrated in it's 25th year on July 26, 2015.
Semper FI.
July 26, 1990 was a day remembered in the minds of thousands of Disabled Americans. It was a day that the Americans with Disabilities Act was signed into law by President George H.W. Bush. (Bush,Sr). It was a day that we all rejoiced to see that our disabled lives were made easier to work and live with our non-disabled friends and co-workers.
Link: http://www.cnn.com/2010/LIVING/07/26/ada.history/index.html?hpt=Sbin
and a related story: http://www.cnn.com/2010/LIVING/07/26/ada.talbot/index.html
For many of us, we have dreamed we'd have jobs, equal living arrangements, and ability to take transportation. In some ways, we have gained that.
But on the employment side, there are employers who DO NOT want to follow the ADA law very much. Many a time when they look at your resume or you come to the interview, they can discriminate you right at the start. So unless you can prove they violated the ADA law (I.E. prove that there's no disabled people among their staff), they pretty much win. So it takes a long and protracted court battle to get the point across.
So why are some employers laying off the disabled community from their jobs in this sad state of economics of today? Does it save them money? No. It does not.
President Obama has a lot of work to do to assist the disabled community in this time of economics. So are many of the Vocational Rehabilitation offices in many states trying to do their best as well.
What about the future of the ADA law? Ask me that question in 5 years when the ADA law is celebrated in it's 25th year on July 26, 2015.
Semper FI.
Friday, July 23, 2010
The Roommate Reflections Part Three
G'day Everyone.
The conclusion of my saga of my reflections of sub-letting roommates.
In the Spring of 1991, I was pinning one hope of casting all my roommates out of my town house and being married to a wonderful girl that I was engaged to. But alas, my evil roommate laid waste to those plans! How?
Try one day that I am very nervous to meet my future mother-in-law who happens to be a very POWERFUL woman in Ohio. That's a pretty much well connected political woman I would ever be meeting. On the day of that dinner I was so nervous that I told my roommates to leave me damn well alone. My other roommates respected me, but not this evil one. He's used to getting things HIS WAY! I was sitting on the living room floor, trying to be calm and collected because I had an hour left before the meeting with my g/f and her mom.
My evil roommate was not used to being ignored by people. He got so angry that he football tackled me and then proceeded to hit me on the face, HARD! When done, he said "DON"T YOU FUCKING IGNORE ME!". I told him in a calm voice and said "You don't know the trouble you are in now." and raced to the bathroom. I had suffered a double black eyes. I was looking like a raccoon!! He was laughing like crazy at me and said "oh good! you'll never get married now!" and then ran out the door, got into his car, and raced off to tell his own girlfriend and friends the good news. My other roommates tried to help me. But all the years of my theater make up work could not hide the bruises. So I quickly changed clothes and put on a "Blues Brothers" outfit.
I went to my meeting with the darkest glasses I could use.
My girlfriend and her mother came over to the restaurant. It was a good thing that I had reserved a quiet spot of the restaurant that evening. The manager thought I was a performer that night for his place. I took him in confidence and said "not tonight, something came up." then showed him my face. He went white with fear and asked me if I'm OK. I told him: "I'm not OK.. but have plenty of water and cloths ready. I have a feeling that this is my worst night of my life".
For while, my girlfriend and her mom talked to me. Then without warning, my girlfriend said "stop playing Blues Brothers" and ripped off my hat and sun glasses. When she pulled them off. She and her mom let out a scream and both fainted. Staff managed to come over and helped me revived them.
Then I had to sit and be interrogated for about 2 hours by these women. So many questions. I answered everyone of them honestly. In the very end, her mom granted me the right to marry her. We set a date for December 1991. I had prayed that date would stay. It wouldn't in the months later.
When I got home, my evil roommate wasn't there. So I gathered my remaining roommates together and said "I'm breaking the lease. Everyone needs to move out immediately." Two of the roommates would move out to a temporary apartment complex. The real sub-let person would remain till I broke the lease. So began "Operation House Change" as I dubbed it.
Two of my roommates did leave the house because they were tired of the evil roommate among us. I made an authorized and certified letter in front of our land lord that got them off the lease. The evil roommate had no idea of what was going on till the two of my roommates moved out. When the evil roommate questioned why, I said "I'm making some room in my house. I'm going to pay more for the rent." The evil roommate smiled at having a bigger room to himself and his cats.
On the day that I was set to break the lease, I warned my sub-let friend that he needed to be gone the next day. He wasn't too happy about it, but damn glad to get out of there. I went to the office and in full view of the landlord, I tore the lease in half. I was told I'd be blackballed in town. I told them: I don't care anymore other than my health and safety. She went with me back over to my town house to post the eviction notice on my door. I told her: "Thank you for the badge of shame and honor! I will wear it proud".
When my evil roommate came home, he first exploded in anger. Then pleaded with me, then threatened me.
I laughed at him and said "I hold all the cards now. Don't you think? I have played a rather poison pill effect of sorts. You and I have no choice of our own to live here. Now, you are getting out of here. You'll never be in my life again."
He made sure my sub-let friend would join him. But my friend lied to him because the very next morning, we loaded up his car and he took off for Florida. He said "no more friends or brothers we are. That's it". He drove off into the summer air. I never saw him again.
I came home to a damaged town house after work. My evil roommate left his cats behind after he moved out. I gathered all of them into one closet and then stuffed them all into a box. I drove downtown and left them at the S.P.C.A. with a note: THESE CATS ARE WILD. DO NOT DOMESTICATE THEM!
Coming back home, I tried my best to clean up and fix this place alone. Moving out alone took an emotional toll on me. The stuff I couldn't lift alone, I dragged it to the dumpster. Everything else went to storage.
When I tried to clean the damage, I realized that my evil roommate had done too well. He knew precisely of what he was doing. Behind him, he left evidence of many more cats than he ever had. Plus, he left the evidence of DRUGS that he used in my home! I was first furious, then angry, then grew fearful! I flushed those drugs right down the toilet because there were strict laws in the state where I lived. Once all the evidence was flushed, I broke down and cried. It was the lowest point in my life ever about my roommates.
I had to hunt for a new apartment alone. Being homeless is not fun, but thankfully for my sister in the area.
I finally found a place in a apartment complex. My best friend was in the area. Some how, my evil roommate wound up there as well in my best friend's home. My best friend came over to my home often in my life.
I did share my own apartment with two other temporary people in my life. One was OK but not too well to work with. The other was a guy who I didn't know he was gay until much later. He was the one who left his stuff behind and would later fail to pick it up. I kept my word that most would go to charity and it did.
Thankfully, God took care of my former deaf pastor. He was fired from his job and moved out of the area. I felt no remorse for this former man of God, but to say God shall judge him *HARD* in the future. My evil roommate did get saved, but offered no remorse of apology of what he did to me and my other roommates. I also feel God will judge him too. But he will, as I am sure, when God judges him..he will wish that our deaf pastor didn't help him out and that he had served his prison time for his assaults. But his probation officer, of which I am sure that after I told him what happened to me, kept a much more stricter eye on him until that evil roommate moved back home.
In my present life now, I would like to have a roommate some day to live with. But, the problem is that trust will have to be built to a certain level before it can happen. That isn't easy given to any one at all because of my past experiences I have had in this life.
To many of my past roommates in this life: May God be a blessing for you and bless you with a Good Home, Health, and Happiness you deserve. Those that still talk to me, thank you always for being my friend! You are a true friend.
Semper Fi
The conclusion of my saga of my reflections of sub-letting roommates.
In the Spring of 1991, I was pinning one hope of casting all my roommates out of my town house and being married to a wonderful girl that I was engaged to. But alas, my evil roommate laid waste to those plans! How?
Try one day that I am very nervous to meet my future mother-in-law who happens to be a very POWERFUL woman in Ohio. That's a pretty much well connected political woman I would ever be meeting. On the day of that dinner I was so nervous that I told my roommates to leave me damn well alone. My other roommates respected me, but not this evil one. He's used to getting things HIS WAY! I was sitting on the living room floor, trying to be calm and collected because I had an hour left before the meeting with my g/f and her mom.
My evil roommate was not used to being ignored by people. He got so angry that he football tackled me and then proceeded to hit me on the face, HARD! When done, he said "DON"T YOU FUCKING IGNORE ME!". I told him in a calm voice and said "You don't know the trouble you are in now." and raced to the bathroom. I had suffered a double black eyes. I was looking like a raccoon!! He was laughing like crazy at me and said "oh good! you'll never get married now!" and then ran out the door, got into his car, and raced off to tell his own girlfriend and friends the good news. My other roommates tried to help me. But all the years of my theater make up work could not hide the bruises. So I quickly changed clothes and put on a "Blues Brothers" outfit.
I went to my meeting with the darkest glasses I could use.
My girlfriend and her mother came over to the restaurant. It was a good thing that I had reserved a quiet spot of the restaurant that evening. The manager thought I was a performer that night for his place. I took him in confidence and said "not tonight, something came up." then showed him my face. He went white with fear and asked me if I'm OK. I told him: "I'm not OK.. but have plenty of water and cloths ready. I have a feeling that this is my worst night of my life".
For while, my girlfriend and her mom talked to me. Then without warning, my girlfriend said "stop playing Blues Brothers" and ripped off my hat and sun glasses. When she pulled them off. She and her mom let out a scream and both fainted. Staff managed to come over and helped me revived them.
Then I had to sit and be interrogated for about 2 hours by these women. So many questions. I answered everyone of them honestly. In the very end, her mom granted me the right to marry her. We set a date for December 1991. I had prayed that date would stay. It wouldn't in the months later.
When I got home, my evil roommate wasn't there. So I gathered my remaining roommates together and said "I'm breaking the lease. Everyone needs to move out immediately." Two of the roommates would move out to a temporary apartment complex. The real sub-let person would remain till I broke the lease. So began "Operation House Change" as I dubbed it.
Two of my roommates did leave the house because they were tired of the evil roommate among us. I made an authorized and certified letter in front of our land lord that got them off the lease. The evil roommate had no idea of what was going on till the two of my roommates moved out. When the evil roommate questioned why, I said "I'm making some room in my house. I'm going to pay more for the rent." The evil roommate smiled at having a bigger room to himself and his cats.
On the day that I was set to break the lease, I warned my sub-let friend that he needed to be gone the next day. He wasn't too happy about it, but damn glad to get out of there. I went to the office and in full view of the landlord, I tore the lease in half. I was told I'd be blackballed in town. I told them: I don't care anymore other than my health and safety. She went with me back over to my town house to post the eviction notice on my door. I told her: "Thank you for the badge of shame and honor! I will wear it proud".
When my evil roommate came home, he first exploded in anger. Then pleaded with me, then threatened me.
I laughed at him and said "I hold all the cards now. Don't you think? I have played a rather poison pill effect of sorts. You and I have no choice of our own to live here. Now, you are getting out of here. You'll never be in my life again."
He made sure my sub-let friend would join him. But my friend lied to him because the very next morning, we loaded up his car and he took off for Florida. He said "no more friends or brothers we are. That's it". He drove off into the summer air. I never saw him again.
I came home to a damaged town house after work. My evil roommate left his cats behind after he moved out. I gathered all of them into one closet and then stuffed them all into a box. I drove downtown and left them at the S.P.C.A. with a note: THESE CATS ARE WILD. DO NOT DOMESTICATE THEM!
Coming back home, I tried my best to clean up and fix this place alone. Moving out alone took an emotional toll on me. The stuff I couldn't lift alone, I dragged it to the dumpster. Everything else went to storage.
When I tried to clean the damage, I realized that my evil roommate had done too well. He knew precisely of what he was doing. Behind him, he left evidence of many more cats than he ever had. Plus, he left the evidence of DRUGS that he used in my home! I was first furious, then angry, then grew fearful! I flushed those drugs right down the toilet because there were strict laws in the state where I lived. Once all the evidence was flushed, I broke down and cried. It was the lowest point in my life ever about my roommates.
I had to hunt for a new apartment alone. Being homeless is not fun, but thankfully for my sister in the area.
I finally found a place in a apartment complex. My best friend was in the area. Some how, my evil roommate wound up there as well in my best friend's home. My best friend came over to my home often in my life.
I did share my own apartment with two other temporary people in my life. One was OK but not too well to work with. The other was a guy who I didn't know he was gay until much later. He was the one who left his stuff behind and would later fail to pick it up. I kept my word that most would go to charity and it did.
Thankfully, God took care of my former deaf pastor. He was fired from his job and moved out of the area. I felt no remorse for this former man of God, but to say God shall judge him *HARD* in the future. My evil roommate did get saved, but offered no remorse of apology of what he did to me and my other roommates. I also feel God will judge him too. But he will, as I am sure, when God judges him..he will wish that our deaf pastor didn't help him out and that he had served his prison time for his assaults. But his probation officer, of which I am sure that after I told him what happened to me, kept a much more stricter eye on him until that evil roommate moved back home.
In my present life now, I would like to have a roommate some day to live with. But, the problem is that trust will have to be built to a certain level before it can happen. That isn't easy given to any one at all because of my past experiences I have had in this life.
To many of my past roommates in this life: May God be a blessing for you and bless you with a Good Home, Health, and Happiness you deserve. Those that still talk to me, thank you always for being my friend! You are a true friend.
Semper Fi
Roommate Reflections Part Two
G'day Everyone.
The continued saga about my reflections on my roommate life (the sub-lettings) long ago and the horror stories that come with it.
It was 1990:
Not long after we were kicked out of our 3 bedroom apartment because we called the police for assistance in arresting a deaf criminal, who is still out there in this life, we searched for our new apartment.
We found a nice 2 bed room town house. It had everything that it needed for us. The 4 of us thought we would be OK with this place. We signed the lease and I was made responsible for it because I had the largest income of us. The first two months, we were OK. Then a friend of ours needed a place to crash. Following discussions with our landlord, he was approved to be on the lease for a time being. 5 men in a house was crowded. But we got along OK.
Then one day as if on cue, my deaf pastor had once again made my roommates sublet a man of who we didn't know and didn't want. He had reminded them, over my objections and my legal responsibility of the townhouse, of their "christian duty" to take this guy in.
But my inner self told me that this was a guy that was SERIOUSLY BAD to the max. My hair still stands up on it's end to this day when I think about it. I called this guy the "evil roommate".
This guy was a basketball player that the deaf ministry wanted. He had no job and he was a serious crash couch moocher. My town house was crowded with 6 men in this place. If you have never lived in a place with 6 men, you haven't lived through horror. But what this guy did was evil in his very nature.
Problems began almost right after that. One night, one of the roommates brought home a box of kittens. A half dozen of them. I hit the roof and promptly told the roommate to MOVE OUT! He was off the lease. That left us 3 responsible with 2 "guests". But somehow, the evil roommate had a plan to take over my home.
So with the kittens disposed of, the matter was closed. OR so I thought.
It was one night, my best friend/roommate and I went shopping. For some reason I had to buy a new pillow. That reason would become clear just after I brought the pillow. When we came home, I found this evil roommate had called the cable company and had them put the horror channel on my cable TV box. That's not all, he was eating pistachios all over my couch and the floor. He hadn't found a job in a little over a month despite the dead of the winter time. I put my foot down and told him: "Either you find a job tomorrow or you are packing out my house! I don't want to hear another of your whining! I've had it!"
Then I stormed up to my bedroom my roommate and I shared.
What I didn't know was my best friend would launch into a fire breathing sermon on our evil roommate down stairs. I wasn't in my bed room for less than 5 minutes when my other roommate was screaming for me to come down stairs. I literally took the steps 3 at a time and hit the bottom that should have shattered my legs. As I ran through the kitchen as there was stuff blocking the hallway, I saw a huge knife out on the counter.
I would regret this very moment in my life that I should have picked up the knife and killed the evil roommate in an act of defending my roommates.
The evil roommate had my best friend in a devastating headlock and was beating him up to the death. My other roommates were unsure of what to do. So I did the unthinkable. Try to get between and push those two idiots apart. Only that it was a bad idea. My best friend was pushed out of the way and yet, I was grabbed into a choke hold by my evil roommate. He started to bash on my face so bad that one hit devastated my front teeth. Two of my teeth were pushed up and into my nose. I thought they were pushed out. Blood gushed. I scrambled out in panic pain and gave drop kick to my evil roommate's gut.
When my evil roommate realized to his own horror that he was bashing on the wrong person, he tried to apologize for his actions. Only I wasn't listening. I looked all over the floor for the missing teeth. We couldn't find them. We had to run to the hospital for the Emergency Room because I was bleeding badly.
While at the hospital and the doctor was tending to me, the evil roommate called in my deaf pastor (who's responsible for this mess) and prayed he could make things easy for him. The doctor had just shot me up with pain meds and saw that I would need emergency dentist surgery. While I was doped up, the deaf pastor took advantage of my condition and made sure that I wouldn't charge my evil roommate with his criminal actions. He even made me make a statement to the police that wanted to help me. So the deaf pastor kept a copy of it.
I had to go down town to the dentist for emergency surgery. When the dentist saw the x-rays of my teeth, he said "my God! You should be a dead man already!" He commented that where the teeth were. They were buried up the floor of my nose! He said "if your evil roommate's fist had hit those teeth at another angle, they would have gone up to your brain!". He cleared his afternoon schedule and worked on my teeth and nose.
I was shot up full of drugs to deaden the pain. The surgery took 4 hours to pull two teeth down and sew up the holes in my nose. I would retain the ability to smell, but it took time for the "whistle" to go away.
The only thing is: both of my tooths would remain in my smile. But one is dead and is cemented in place. Other survives to this day.
Worse thing is, the amount of money that my parents paid to have the orthodontist in making me have nice teeth, have been just destroyed by this evil roommate. After I barely got home in a drugged state (my dentist didn't want me to drive, but nobody to call in to drive me home!), I went straight for my room. There I rested for several days till the fog of meds/pain passed. When I saw the amount of destruction that the fight was caused in my town house by this evil roommate, I grew sad.
When I got better, I confronted my deaf pastor. He was the one responsible for this evil roommate of mine. I told him to get him out of my home because I was going to file charges. He showed me the papers I signed that I wouldn't put ANY charges on this guy. I was *SHOCKED*. Then he pushed another paper in front of me. He had made sure that my roommate was now legal in my town house. I left that office in an angry mood. The apartment complex thought I had authorized this guy to be my roommate. I never did.
The evil roommate began to take over my home. One of the things I knew was that he tried to hide the cats from me. One day, they got out of his room and took over the house. The worse part is, it was Christmas time. Many of the family ornaments of mine were on that tree. The entire tree was knocked down the stairs to the basement. But that is not all! The cats were allowed to get into my personal storage space and shit all over my comic book collection! When I confronted my evil roommate, he just simply said "cats will be cats". But I told him.. "they are damn illegal cats!" and if the management were to find out they're here.. they'd throw us out". He threatened to hurt me if I ever told the management about the cats. He grew that powerful. Me and my other roommates were afraid of him.
At one point, a probation agent had visited my home without me being present. When I got told, I hit the roof. The evil roommate just laughed and said that he was just in the area in for a protection because he had testified before gangs in California long ago. I grew angry with him. When he wasn't home one day, I found his probation officer's name and address. I would later go to this probation officer.
The roommate reflections continues in Part 3.
Semper FI.
The continued saga about my reflections on my roommate life (the sub-lettings) long ago and the horror stories that come with it.
It was 1990:
Not long after we were kicked out of our 3 bedroom apartment because we called the police for assistance in arresting a deaf criminal, who is still out there in this life, we searched for our new apartment.
We found a nice 2 bed room town house. It had everything that it needed for us. The 4 of us thought we would be OK with this place. We signed the lease and I was made responsible for it because I had the largest income of us. The first two months, we were OK. Then a friend of ours needed a place to crash. Following discussions with our landlord, he was approved to be on the lease for a time being. 5 men in a house was crowded. But we got along OK.
Then one day as if on cue, my deaf pastor had once again made my roommates sublet a man of who we didn't know and didn't want. He had reminded them, over my objections and my legal responsibility of the townhouse, of their "christian duty" to take this guy in.
But my inner self told me that this was a guy that was SERIOUSLY BAD to the max. My hair still stands up on it's end to this day when I think about it. I called this guy the "evil roommate".
This guy was a basketball player that the deaf ministry wanted. He had no job and he was a serious crash couch moocher. My town house was crowded with 6 men in this place. If you have never lived in a place with 6 men, you haven't lived through horror. But what this guy did was evil in his very nature.
Problems began almost right after that. One night, one of the roommates brought home a box of kittens. A half dozen of them. I hit the roof and promptly told the roommate to MOVE OUT! He was off the lease. That left us 3 responsible with 2 "guests". But somehow, the evil roommate had a plan to take over my home.
So with the kittens disposed of, the matter was closed. OR so I thought.
It was one night, my best friend/roommate and I went shopping. For some reason I had to buy a new pillow. That reason would become clear just after I brought the pillow. When we came home, I found this evil roommate had called the cable company and had them put the horror channel on my cable TV box. That's not all, he was eating pistachios all over my couch and the floor. He hadn't found a job in a little over a month despite the dead of the winter time. I put my foot down and told him: "Either you find a job tomorrow or you are packing out my house! I don't want to hear another of your whining! I've had it!"
Then I stormed up to my bedroom my roommate and I shared.
What I didn't know was my best friend would launch into a fire breathing sermon on our evil roommate down stairs. I wasn't in my bed room for less than 5 minutes when my other roommate was screaming for me to come down stairs. I literally took the steps 3 at a time and hit the bottom that should have shattered my legs. As I ran through the kitchen as there was stuff blocking the hallway, I saw a huge knife out on the counter.
I would regret this very moment in my life that I should have picked up the knife and killed the evil roommate in an act of defending my roommates.
The evil roommate had my best friend in a devastating headlock and was beating him up to the death. My other roommates were unsure of what to do. So I did the unthinkable. Try to get between and push those two idiots apart. Only that it was a bad idea. My best friend was pushed out of the way and yet, I was grabbed into a choke hold by my evil roommate. He started to bash on my face so bad that one hit devastated my front teeth. Two of my teeth were pushed up and into my nose. I thought they were pushed out. Blood gushed. I scrambled out in panic pain and gave drop kick to my evil roommate's gut.
When my evil roommate realized to his own horror that he was bashing on the wrong person, he tried to apologize for his actions. Only I wasn't listening. I looked all over the floor for the missing teeth. We couldn't find them. We had to run to the hospital for the Emergency Room because I was bleeding badly.
While at the hospital and the doctor was tending to me, the evil roommate called in my deaf pastor (who's responsible for this mess) and prayed he could make things easy for him. The doctor had just shot me up with pain meds and saw that I would need emergency dentist surgery. While I was doped up, the deaf pastor took advantage of my condition and made sure that I wouldn't charge my evil roommate with his criminal actions. He even made me make a statement to the police that wanted to help me. So the deaf pastor kept a copy of it.
I had to go down town to the dentist for emergency surgery. When the dentist saw the x-rays of my teeth, he said "my God! You should be a dead man already!" He commented that where the teeth were. They were buried up the floor of my nose! He said "if your evil roommate's fist had hit those teeth at another angle, they would have gone up to your brain!". He cleared his afternoon schedule and worked on my teeth and nose.
I was shot up full of drugs to deaden the pain. The surgery took 4 hours to pull two teeth down and sew up the holes in my nose. I would retain the ability to smell, but it took time for the "whistle" to go away.
The only thing is: both of my tooths would remain in my smile. But one is dead and is cemented in place. Other survives to this day.
Worse thing is, the amount of money that my parents paid to have the orthodontist in making me have nice teeth, have been just destroyed by this evil roommate. After I barely got home in a drugged state (my dentist didn't want me to drive, but nobody to call in to drive me home!), I went straight for my room. There I rested for several days till the fog of meds/pain passed. When I saw the amount of destruction that the fight was caused in my town house by this evil roommate, I grew sad.
When I got better, I confronted my deaf pastor. He was the one responsible for this evil roommate of mine. I told him to get him out of my home because I was going to file charges. He showed me the papers I signed that I wouldn't put ANY charges on this guy. I was *SHOCKED*. Then he pushed another paper in front of me. He had made sure that my roommate was now legal in my town house. I left that office in an angry mood. The apartment complex thought I had authorized this guy to be my roommate. I never did.
The evil roommate began to take over my home. One of the things I knew was that he tried to hide the cats from me. One day, they got out of his room and took over the house. The worse part is, it was Christmas time. Many of the family ornaments of mine were on that tree. The entire tree was knocked down the stairs to the basement. But that is not all! The cats were allowed to get into my personal storage space and shit all over my comic book collection! When I confronted my evil roommate, he just simply said "cats will be cats". But I told him.. "they are damn illegal cats!" and if the management were to find out they're here.. they'd throw us out". He threatened to hurt me if I ever told the management about the cats. He grew that powerful. Me and my other roommates were afraid of him.
At one point, a probation agent had visited my home without me being present. When I got told, I hit the roof. The evil roommate just laughed and said that he was just in the area in for a protection because he had testified before gangs in California long ago. I grew angry with him. When he wasn't home one day, I found his probation officer's name and address. I would later go to this probation officer.
The roommate reflections continues in Part 3.
Semper FI.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Roommate Reflections Part One.
G'day Everyone.
Note: I'm splitting this post into three parts. Enjoy reading!
I was on Face Book today and a status of a friend of mine made me return back to my old apartment days of my roommates. On the status of my friend, he said: "I come back home to a quiet house and I found out that roommate left without warning. He left me and now I'm trying to find a way to pay the full rent next month because we just signed the lease for next year".
Well, I got some horror stories about roommates to share with you. I felt now is the time to say it. If you want to know how bad a roommate, even a sub-let roommate, can be.. this ought to curl your hair pretty much.
Back in 1987, my good friends and I were all college and church related. We moved into a nice 2 bedroom apartment. It was our first apartment. It wasn't too bad or shabby. But we made do with it. With a 1 and a 1/2 bath rooms, we had it nice. We all got along well.
But, our first horror came when our deaf pastor dumped (forced subletting) on us of a deaf man who loved to smoke cigars. Horrible as the stench goes as he did it outside, but when he comes back in, you'd still smell the cigar smoke coming from him. We told him to open the damn windows as to let the stink out. even on the cold days.
He pulled one serious "prank" on me. When he had to go back to Florida, he asked his stuff be sent to him. Some days you wish he did it himself right before he left. When he forgot his stuff, I did the christian-like thing and sent it to him: Cash on Delivery! C.O.D.! It was the right idea to do. Only one problem. The stuff came back once because delivery was refused to be paid for. So sent it again and demanded payment this time.
But, his parent decided to send me a check and then took delivery of the stuff. I thought the matter was over the moment I cashed the check. Only a few days later, a teller would call me down and then I would learn that his mother put a stop payment on the check. It left me with an over drawn account. I wrote to him a serious letter and said: "you are technically responsible for your actions. Either you pay me what you owe, or you will face God later." He choose the latter. I feel sad for him more than anger now. It would become my experience that either people pick up their stuff or it becomes mine and I will give most of their stuff to charity.
In the 1989: my roommates and I moved to a nice 3 bed room apartment. We were happy and worked together well. Only one problem: The Landlord has had bad experiences with tenants who call the police for any reason and he tosses them out the moment it happens. I had assured him that'll never happen to us. Well, it did and I was wrong. About a few months into our apartment life, our deaf pastor once again forced another deaf person into a subletting situation. They went against me because I had the authority of the apartment. But this time, the crime was serious. Too serious to ignore in a christian way.
The "supposed roommate" never showed up for 3 days. I picked up his bag and went through it. I did not like what I saw in his bag. Somehow, he had copied one of my roommate's keys. At one point, a very serious and criminal events happened in my apartment.
One night, this person came back into my apartment. He stole 3 checks, forged them, and cashed them. He stole money that was for our deaf men's retreat from one of my roommates. And he stole the car of my other roommate. When we woke up the next day and discovered all of this, it could not be over looked.
We called the police and told them what happened. We were going to have this person prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. Or so we thought to have!
What happened was this: We set and laid a trap for this guy. I would keep him occupied and one of my roommates would call the police on the TTY. Things went text book perfect. The guy comes in and we talked quietly. One of my roommates excuses himself and calls the police. They show up right on time. We had him arrested and taken away to be booked. My roommate's car was recovered though.
A few days later, I'm expecting the prosecutor of the town to get a hold of me and go over the court case. But nothing happens. So I go to the town hall and talk to prosecutor. When I get there, I'm told that the guy is let go on recognize and that he's a son of a powerful political person (his mom is lady lawyer with all the right cards). I told the prosecutor this: *SCREW THIS SOB!*! Powerful lady or not, I want this SOB put to judgement! So the prosecutor makes out the arrest warrant for this guy to be picked up and jailed. We looked forward to this.
When I got back to my apartment, I wanted to tell my roommates NOT to give this guy's stuff back and call the police the moment we see him. Unfortunately, I arrived home, an hour too late, and that one of my roommates gave the offending person his stuff back without thinking of the consequences of the entire situation. I yelled a good hour long at him over of what he did. I never let him forget that he was the one that blew our case apart. The police and I gave chase for a year against this guy. At the most, the deaf ministry offended law enforcement and assisted this guy to get away from judgement again. I swore that if I ever see this guy again in my life, I'm definitely going to grab him and put him to court judgement! This guy needs to be put in prison for life. He should have been a man and taking his responsibilities of life. So far in this life, it hasn't happened yet. But if he dies, May God judge him and make him wish he had served his prison time already like a responsible adult!
Just as expected, our landlord kicked us out because we had called the police for assistance. It really wasn't our fault. But the fault our former deaf pastor! So we moved again. We all hoped that our future home would bring us NO MORE PROBLEMS in our lives. Little did we know that we were about to face the ultimate challenges in our young lives.
See part two of what happened of me and my roommates.
Semper FI.
Note: I'm splitting this post into three parts. Enjoy reading!
I was on Face Book today and a status of a friend of mine made me return back to my old apartment days of my roommates. On the status of my friend, he said: "I come back home to a quiet house and I found out that roommate left without warning. He left me and now I'm trying to find a way to pay the full rent next month because we just signed the lease for next year".
Well, I got some horror stories about roommates to share with you. I felt now is the time to say it. If you want to know how bad a roommate, even a sub-let roommate, can be.. this ought to curl your hair pretty much.
Back in 1987, my good friends and I were all college and church related. We moved into a nice 2 bedroom apartment. It was our first apartment. It wasn't too bad or shabby. But we made do with it. With a 1 and a 1/2 bath rooms, we had it nice. We all got along well.
But, our first horror came when our deaf pastor dumped (forced subletting) on us of a deaf man who loved to smoke cigars. Horrible as the stench goes as he did it outside, but when he comes back in, you'd still smell the cigar smoke coming from him. We told him to open the damn windows as to let the stink out. even on the cold days.
He pulled one serious "prank" on me. When he had to go back to Florida, he asked his stuff be sent to him. Some days you wish he did it himself right before he left. When he forgot his stuff, I did the christian-like thing and sent it to him: Cash on Delivery! C.O.D.! It was the right idea to do. Only one problem. The stuff came back once because delivery was refused to be paid for. So sent it again and demanded payment this time.
But, his parent decided to send me a check and then took delivery of the stuff. I thought the matter was over the moment I cashed the check. Only a few days later, a teller would call me down and then I would learn that his mother put a stop payment on the check. It left me with an over drawn account. I wrote to him a serious letter and said: "you are technically responsible for your actions. Either you pay me what you owe, or you will face God later." He choose the latter. I feel sad for him more than anger now. It would become my experience that either people pick up their stuff or it becomes mine and I will give most of their stuff to charity.
In the 1989: my roommates and I moved to a nice 3 bed room apartment. We were happy and worked together well. Only one problem: The Landlord has had bad experiences with tenants who call the police for any reason and he tosses them out the moment it happens. I had assured him that'll never happen to us. Well, it did and I was wrong. About a few months into our apartment life, our deaf pastor once again forced another deaf person into a subletting situation. They went against me because I had the authority of the apartment. But this time, the crime was serious. Too serious to ignore in a christian way.
The "supposed roommate" never showed up for 3 days. I picked up his bag and went through it. I did not like what I saw in his bag. Somehow, he had copied one of my roommate's keys. At one point, a very serious and criminal events happened in my apartment.
One night, this person came back into my apartment. He stole 3 checks, forged them, and cashed them. He stole money that was for our deaf men's retreat from one of my roommates. And he stole the car of my other roommate. When we woke up the next day and discovered all of this, it could not be over looked.
We called the police and told them what happened. We were going to have this person prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. Or so we thought to have!
What happened was this: We set and laid a trap for this guy. I would keep him occupied and one of my roommates would call the police on the TTY. Things went text book perfect. The guy comes in and we talked quietly. One of my roommates excuses himself and calls the police. They show up right on time. We had him arrested and taken away to be booked. My roommate's car was recovered though.
A few days later, I'm expecting the prosecutor of the town to get a hold of me and go over the court case. But nothing happens. So I go to the town hall and talk to prosecutor. When I get there, I'm told that the guy is let go on recognize and that he's a son of a powerful political person (his mom is lady lawyer with all the right cards). I told the prosecutor this: *SCREW THIS SOB!*! Powerful lady or not, I want this SOB put to judgement! So the prosecutor makes out the arrest warrant for this guy to be picked up and jailed. We looked forward to this.
When I got back to my apartment, I wanted to tell my roommates NOT to give this guy's stuff back and call the police the moment we see him. Unfortunately, I arrived home, an hour too late, and that one of my roommates gave the offending person his stuff back without thinking of the consequences of the entire situation. I yelled a good hour long at him over of what he did. I never let him forget that he was the one that blew our case apart. The police and I gave chase for a year against this guy. At the most, the deaf ministry offended law enforcement and assisted this guy to get away from judgement again. I swore that if I ever see this guy again in my life, I'm definitely going to grab him and put him to court judgement! This guy needs to be put in prison for life. He should have been a man and taking his responsibilities of life. So far in this life, it hasn't happened yet. But if he dies, May God judge him and make him wish he had served his prison time already like a responsible adult!
Just as expected, our landlord kicked us out because we had called the police for assistance. It really wasn't our fault. But the fault our former deaf pastor! So we moved again. We all hoped that our future home would bring us NO MORE PROBLEMS in our lives. Little did we know that we were about to face the ultimate challenges in our young lives.
See part two of what happened of me and my roommates.
Semper FI.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Are you a Janus?
G'day Everyone.
I looked back on my life recently this past weekend. At the same time, I keep a picture of Janus on my computer screen to remind me about my past young life. Why? It reminds me of the times that I went through to find myself again. So I'm going to share with you about being a Janus.
When I was 20 years old, I was still a young man trying to figure my place in life. Even trying to figure out my own sexual orientation. I wasn't even prepared for how the deaf world is after being the first mainstreamed deaf kid in a hearing school district for most of my young life.
When I came to college, my personal world changed. I went from having hearing friends to having hearing and deaf friends to just having all deaf friends in my life. Even presently, it's still all deaf friends. Nothing like a little culture shock to change your life completely before I even matured for the better.
But the worst part is that a deaf ministry took advantage of a young deaf man, like me, would be considered a kind of a crime that should be prosecuted. A deaf church was more of a deaf CULT church than a normal deaf ministry. That is the way it had acted long ago on the college campus I was on. I was suckered into it and gave 12 years of my life with that deaf ministry. 12 of my best years GONE before i knew it.
It was that moment my sexual orientation became clear (I was bi-sexual then). But I feared that deaf church and what they'd do to me if they knew of what I was. It was in that moment of my class homework that I was reading about the Greek god called Janus. Here's a good description of Janus:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Janus
In other words, a man could adopt two faces, one public and one personal, and still have some type of an enjoyable life he wants. But, what it never warned was how much energy it takes to maintain that separation of public and personal lives from many people. Some people could do it all their life up to the moment they die. Others just can't do that forever.
But for me, my life was never the same from the moment I got involved in that cult ministry. They got into each other's personal lives and choose to wreck people who's lives don't "fit" with their cult ministry life style. I would see backstabbing, betrayal, greed, and emotional guilt among those "church" people. All in the name of their "faith". But 12 years later, it would fall apart finally and everyone drifted away. Lives changed and destroyed. Nothing can ever be gained back from it.
It would be another 9 years later before another pastor would betray me one more time and ruin my chances with a girlfriend again.
After that betrayal, I knew I had enough of what was going on in my life. It was one day I said to myself this: "Janus must die!"
That was to say I had enough of trying to be something of who I am not to be. I was tired of trying to keep people away from my personal life.
So I took back control of my life and of myself. I felt I had ripped off the Janus mask from me and finally breathed the free air as I became the real person of who I am in this life.
Removing the Janus mask let me become who I am to be in this life. I am sad of who I lost and loved very much (girls and guys). I began the process of coming out some of my close friends and associates. I told them that I was more than bi. I was gay. They said that they knew for years, but been supportive of me very much. They had to let me make that decision. They just couldn't force it on me.
It took a while for me to tell my family too. And making it public as well.
It has taken me some time to rebuild some of my life back together as well. Not an easy thing to do once the Janus mask is off. But the revelation of who's my real friends are is better than all the fake friends that were around me. They only liked me because of my Janus mask. I told those fake people: A true friend stands by his friend. But a false one deserves to be punted to the street.
Every church should know that they have gay, lesbian, bi, and straight people in their ministries. But the option of wanting to destroy these people of their personal life, of their own choices, in the name of faith? WRONG! Totally wrong! Criminally wrong! If a church doesn't like having gay, lesbian, and bi people in their ministry, then they should just kindly ask them to leave rather than trying to force them out.
Two pastors once asked me for a list of who was gay/bi/lesbian in their church ministry. I told them: HELL NO! To ask me to betray others would be against your faith and mine! Of course, they were pissed at me for the lack of information and they hoped I'd die in hell. I told them "Same for you buddy! You are more accountable to God for who YOU ARE!" The church is suppose to help, encourage, and guide people. NOT destroy their personal lives.
As I come back to the Janus mask, it reminds me of what I went through before I became the real person that I am now. It's hard to believe I lived with that mask for so long in my life. To be free of it is the next best thing in life now. I do feel better.
However, I have to ask you this question: Are you a Janus? Are you wearing two masks so that people don't see the real person you are? Are you trying to keep people from your personal life?
Here is what I ask of you: Take off that Janus mask! Reveal your true self to everyone! Your life will be much better and stronger. Your true friends will stand by you than your fake friends will. Your family will still love and support you for what you choose to be.
Don't let your Janus mask be ripped off in death. Too many unanswered questions in your death will ruin your whole life about you very much. I know this for a fact because one family is still dealing with the death of their loved one after his true life came out (they never knew he was gay and having a partner). Not an easy thing to see it happen.
So please, take that Janus mask off! Be yourself. You deserve to enjoy your life more than trying to please an organization or someone else. With out the Janus mask, your life is your own choice of control. You deserve to be happy of who you choose to be. You deserve to love who you love. You can't regain back of what you lost with the mask, but you can gain for who you are presently and for the future.
We all have our choices of what we make. We all have our responsibility before God. I hope you take your Janus mask off today.
Best wishes.
Semper FI.
I looked back on my life recently this past weekend. At the same time, I keep a picture of Janus on my computer screen to remind me about my past young life. Why? It reminds me of the times that I went through to find myself again. So I'm going to share with you about being a Janus.
When I was 20 years old, I was still a young man trying to figure my place in life. Even trying to figure out my own sexual orientation. I wasn't even prepared for how the deaf world is after being the first mainstreamed deaf kid in a hearing school district for most of my young life.
When I came to college, my personal world changed. I went from having hearing friends to having hearing and deaf friends to just having all deaf friends in my life. Even presently, it's still all deaf friends. Nothing like a little culture shock to change your life completely before I even matured for the better.
But the worst part is that a deaf ministry took advantage of a young deaf man, like me, would be considered a kind of a crime that should be prosecuted. A deaf church was more of a deaf CULT church than a normal deaf ministry. That is the way it had acted long ago on the college campus I was on. I was suckered into it and gave 12 years of my life with that deaf ministry. 12 of my best years GONE before i knew it.
It was that moment my sexual orientation became clear (I was bi-sexual then). But I feared that deaf church and what they'd do to me if they knew of what I was. It was in that moment of my class homework that I was reading about the Greek god called Janus. Here's a good description of Janus:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Janus
In other words, a man could adopt two faces, one public and one personal, and still have some type of an enjoyable life he wants. But, what it never warned was how much energy it takes to maintain that separation of public and personal lives from many people. Some people could do it all their life up to the moment they die. Others just can't do that forever.
But for me, my life was never the same from the moment I got involved in that cult ministry. They got into each other's personal lives and choose to wreck people who's lives don't "fit" with their cult ministry life style. I would see backstabbing, betrayal, greed, and emotional guilt among those "church" people. All in the name of their "faith". But 12 years later, it would fall apart finally and everyone drifted away. Lives changed and destroyed. Nothing can ever be gained back from it.
It would be another 9 years later before another pastor would betray me one more time and ruin my chances with a girlfriend again.
After that betrayal, I knew I had enough of what was going on in my life. It was one day I said to myself this: "Janus must die!"
That was to say I had enough of trying to be something of who I am not to be. I was tired of trying to keep people away from my personal life.
So I took back control of my life and of myself. I felt I had ripped off the Janus mask from me and finally breathed the free air as I became the real person of who I am in this life.
Removing the Janus mask let me become who I am to be in this life. I am sad of who I lost and loved very much (girls and guys). I began the process of coming out some of my close friends and associates. I told them that I was more than bi. I was gay. They said that they knew for years, but been supportive of me very much. They had to let me make that decision. They just couldn't force it on me.
It took a while for me to tell my family too. And making it public as well.
It has taken me some time to rebuild some of my life back together as well. Not an easy thing to do once the Janus mask is off. But the revelation of who's my real friends are is better than all the fake friends that were around me. They only liked me because of my Janus mask. I told those fake people: A true friend stands by his friend. But a false one deserves to be punted to the street.
Every church should know that they have gay, lesbian, bi, and straight people in their ministries. But the option of wanting to destroy these people of their personal life, of their own choices, in the name of faith? WRONG! Totally wrong! Criminally wrong! If a church doesn't like having gay, lesbian, and bi people in their ministry, then they should just kindly ask them to leave rather than trying to force them out.
Two pastors once asked me for a list of who was gay/bi/lesbian in their church ministry. I told them: HELL NO! To ask me to betray others would be against your faith and mine! Of course, they were pissed at me for the lack of information and they hoped I'd die in hell. I told them "Same for you buddy! You are more accountable to God for who YOU ARE!" The church is suppose to help, encourage, and guide people. NOT destroy their personal lives.
As I come back to the Janus mask, it reminds me of what I went through before I became the real person that I am now. It's hard to believe I lived with that mask for so long in my life. To be free of it is the next best thing in life now. I do feel better.
However, I have to ask you this question: Are you a Janus? Are you wearing two masks so that people don't see the real person you are? Are you trying to keep people from your personal life?
Here is what I ask of you: Take off that Janus mask! Reveal your true self to everyone! Your life will be much better and stronger. Your true friends will stand by you than your fake friends will. Your family will still love and support you for what you choose to be.
Don't let your Janus mask be ripped off in death. Too many unanswered questions in your death will ruin your whole life about you very much. I know this for a fact because one family is still dealing with the death of their loved one after his true life came out (they never knew he was gay and having a partner). Not an easy thing to see it happen.
So please, take that Janus mask off! Be yourself. You deserve to enjoy your life more than trying to please an organization or someone else. With out the Janus mask, your life is your own choice of control. You deserve to be happy of who you choose to be. You deserve to love who you love. You can't regain back of what you lost with the mask, but you can gain for who you are presently and for the future.
We all have our choices of what we make. We all have our responsibility before God. I hope you take your Janus mask off today.
Best wishes.
Semper FI.
Monday, July 19, 2010
A.G. Bell's Great Grandson sentenced: FOR SPYING!
G'day Everyone!
Ever hear of shock and horror? Well, my email had a text message that told me to click on a link and this is what came up:
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20100716/ap_on_go_ot/us_us_cuba_spy_sentencing
Yahoo! news made it clear that this 73 year old man, Kendall Meyers, is the great grandson of Alexander Graham Bell!
But click on to CNN.com news.. and...
http://www.cnn.com/2010/CRIME/07/16/spy.couple.sentenced/index.html?hpt=Sbin
it makes no mention of Meyers having to be related to A.G. Bell! That's sad.
But when you think about this, it makes you wonder why Kendall Meyers never defended his great Grand Father's name from being taken off the NTID Dorm Tower C? That's because it was clear that if he had stepped up to defend his Grand father's name on the NTID dorm, he would have been revealed sooner.
But now, Kendall Myers and his wife should hang their heads in shame. Not only have the hurt the Bell name, but hurting all Americans in the name of supporting Cuba as well. Should Kendall Meyers and his wife ever get released from prison, though they are most likely to die there, they ought to be stripped of their citizenship and sent right back where they spied for: CUBA!
Hearing this Great Grandson of Bell saying "he wasn't hurting anyone but trying to protect CUBA and defend against the revolution", this man was no American and had intentionally hurt all of us! Like the judge said, Meyers should have defected to Cuba sooner.
Now the question is: Will USA and Cuba ever be political friends? That could be a long time before relations between the two countries ever normalizes. We may wait till the Castro brothers are dead and yet that could be another 25 years as well.
So for Meyers and his wife, their lives are over already and the Bell name is already tainted beyond repair. Good job, Meyers. May your grandfather, A.G. Bell, roll in his grave and wish he never got married.
Semper FI.
Ever hear of shock and horror? Well, my email had a text message that told me to click on a link and this is what came up:
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20100716/ap_on_go_ot/us_us_cuba_spy_sentencing
Yahoo! news made it clear that this 73 year old man, Kendall Meyers, is the great grandson of Alexander Graham Bell!
But click on to CNN.com news.. and...
http://www.cnn.com/2010/CRIME/07/16/spy.couple.sentenced/index.html?hpt=Sbin
it makes no mention of Meyers having to be related to A.G. Bell! That's sad.
But when you think about this, it makes you wonder why Kendall Meyers never defended his great Grand Father's name from being taken off the NTID Dorm Tower C? That's because it was clear that if he had stepped up to defend his Grand father's name on the NTID dorm, he would have been revealed sooner.
But now, Kendall Myers and his wife should hang their heads in shame. Not only have the hurt the Bell name, but hurting all Americans in the name of supporting Cuba as well. Should Kendall Meyers and his wife ever get released from prison, though they are most likely to die there, they ought to be stripped of their citizenship and sent right back where they spied for: CUBA!
Hearing this Great Grandson of Bell saying "he wasn't hurting anyone but trying to protect CUBA and defend against the revolution", this man was no American and had intentionally hurt all of us! Like the judge said, Meyers should have defected to Cuba sooner.
Now the question is: Will USA and Cuba ever be political friends? That could be a long time before relations between the two countries ever normalizes. We may wait till the Castro brothers are dead and yet that could be another 25 years as well.
So for Meyers and his wife, their lives are over already and the Bell name is already tainted beyond repair. Good job, Meyers. May your grandfather, A.G. Bell, roll in his grave and wish he never got married.
Semper FI.
Friday, July 16, 2010
Rock and Roll in DC
G'day Everyone.
You know this much folks: California is always in the news when an earthquake hits their state and of course, many fears are felt if something should happen with the San Andres fault area. You know, that fear is very real for those living in the state of California.
But a few weeks ago, a quake was recorded in Canada. That made the news. It was minor but enough for people to be concerned about it.
Sure enough, this time at 5am this morning, Rockville, Md got hit with a 3.6 quake! Most people slept through the quake zone but unless you are a commuter trying to get to your job in the metro at 7 or 8am, you were prolly up already and felt the quake.
We ought to be concerned that quakes are growing intensively and with concern that something major is about to happen. Who knows? But course, everyone is checking on their buildings and structures in DC area to make sure everything is ok. Just be glad nobody was hurt.
Enjoy this weekend. Stay cool.
Semper FI.
You know this much folks: California is always in the news when an earthquake hits their state and of course, many fears are felt if something should happen with the San Andres fault area. You know, that fear is very real for those living in the state of California.
But a few weeks ago, a quake was recorded in Canada. That made the news. It was minor but enough for people to be concerned about it.
Sure enough, this time at 5am this morning, Rockville, Md got hit with a 3.6 quake! Most people slept through the quake zone but unless you are a commuter trying to get to your job in the metro at 7 or 8am, you were prolly up already and felt the quake.
We ought to be concerned that quakes are growing intensively and with concern that something major is about to happen. Who knows? But course, everyone is checking on their buildings and structures in DC area to make sure everything is ok. Just be glad nobody was hurt.
Enjoy this weekend. Stay cool.
Semper FI.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
End of a Yankee ERA!
G'day Everyone.
Today marks a day that Major League Baseball (MLB) has just gotten equal for all baseball teams out there.
Finally, the New York Yankees were rocked by the second death in many days. Sunday's passing was of the Yankee Stadium announcer Bob Sheppard.
Today, Yankees' owner and boss for the team. George Steinbrenner, died of a massive heart attack. Link: http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/bbo_obit_steinbrenner
http://www.cnn.com/2010/US/07/13/steinbrenner.obit/index.html?hpt=T1
In other words: the Yankees finally lost the man, who was the power, behind the team. Friends and rivals alike all hoped that just one day Steinbrenner would just step away and stay away from the Yankees. He wouldn't. He was too much involved.
Now and finally, baseball for the Yankees is going to be playing an all new game after the all-star games are over. Which means: Will the Philadelphia Philles and Boston Red Sox finally tromp on the Yankees more? Will more teams win the World Series more now other than the Yankees? It may be that time now.
So Steinbrenner, boss man, it is with regret for all of us to see you gone. But your time had come and now baseball must do better for the same of the game with out you. May God bless the SteinBrenner family and comfort them.
Baseball will no longer be the same after this.
Semper FI.
(My apologies for my friend who loves the Yankees. I know this is difficult for him too).
Today marks a day that Major League Baseball (MLB) has just gotten equal for all baseball teams out there.
Finally, the New York Yankees were rocked by the second death in many days. Sunday's passing was of the Yankee Stadium announcer Bob Sheppard.
Today, Yankees' owner and boss for the team. George Steinbrenner, died of a massive heart attack. Link: http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/bbo_obit_steinbrenner
http://www.cnn.com/2010/US/07/13/steinbrenner.obit/index.html?hpt=T1
In other words: the Yankees finally lost the man, who was the power, behind the team. Friends and rivals alike all hoped that just one day Steinbrenner would just step away and stay away from the Yankees. He wouldn't. He was too much involved.
Now and finally, baseball for the Yankees is going to be playing an all new game after the all-star games are over. Which means: Will the Philadelphia Philles and Boston Red Sox finally tromp on the Yankees more? Will more teams win the World Series more now other than the Yankees? It may be that time now.
So Steinbrenner, boss man, it is with regret for all of us to see you gone. But your time had come and now baseball must do better for the same of the game with out you. May God bless the SteinBrenner family and comfort them.
Baseball will no longer be the same after this.
Semper FI.
(My apologies for my friend who loves the Yankees. I know this is difficult for him too).
Monday, July 12, 2010
NAD has a NEW CEO!
G'day Everyone.
Unfortunately, I wasn't able to be at my computer and do the breaking news Saturday night when the NAD convention finally wrapped up in Philadelphia,PA. Yes, it's true! NAD has a new CEO! Link: http://www.nad.org/news/2010/7/rosenblum-selected-seventh-chief-executive-officer-national-association-deaf
Howard A Rosenblum is the new CEO to guide the NAD for the next few years. We should all wish Mr. Rosenblum all the best and capping an end to a good NAD convention. I believe that the NAD has made a strong choice for the guidance of fine leadership.
Also breaking news as of yesterday: Spain won the FIFA 2010 World Cup. But that only won't end the controversy that surrounds the FIFA's referees and some of their "decisions" during many of the games. For the next 4 years FIFA must search for their souls and look at everything that has gone wrong in this World Cup. Ghana must also look at themselves at what they done too. Same as England and many other countries.
Will FIFA World Cup 2014 be more honor to play in? Only time will tell.
Meanwhile, for many months and weeks we have followed the infamous story of the barefoot bandit in the news. Yes, this 19 year old kid has a huge following on Facebook and Twitter. Well, the barefoot bandit's accounts are now sitting in silence, or worse removed. WHY?
Simple. He got caught! Link: http://www.cnn.com/2010/CRIME/07/12/bahamas.barefoot.bandit/index.html?hpt=T2
Colton Harris-Moore should have done himself in. He was just on the verge of doing that. But was talked out of it. So now this young man is in SO MUCH trouble, he'll spend all of his life in Prison. I'd say much more than Micah Brown is in. Congrats to those who caught him!
Now there's a begging question. Will there be a book and movie deal about the barefoot bandit? I think there will be. After all this has gone on Twitter and Facebook by this young man.
So one word of advice for Colton Harris-Moore: Stay in your cell, shoes on, and keep your back to the wall. He isn't going to see another Sun,sand, and surf for a long life time.
Enjoy the work week.
Semper FI
Unfortunately, I wasn't able to be at my computer and do the breaking news Saturday night when the NAD convention finally wrapped up in Philadelphia,PA. Yes, it's true! NAD has a new CEO! Link: http://www.nad.org/news/2010/7/rosenblum-selected-seventh-chief-executive-officer-national-association-deaf
Howard A Rosenblum is the new CEO to guide the NAD for the next few years. We should all wish Mr. Rosenblum all the best and capping an end to a good NAD convention. I believe that the NAD has made a strong choice for the guidance of fine leadership.
Also breaking news as of yesterday: Spain won the FIFA 2010 World Cup. But that only won't end the controversy that surrounds the FIFA's referees and some of their "decisions" during many of the games. For the next 4 years FIFA must search for their souls and look at everything that has gone wrong in this World Cup. Ghana must also look at themselves at what they done too. Same as England and many other countries.
Will FIFA World Cup 2014 be more honor to play in? Only time will tell.
Meanwhile, for many months and weeks we have followed the infamous story of the barefoot bandit in the news. Yes, this 19 year old kid has a huge following on Facebook and Twitter. Well, the barefoot bandit's accounts are now sitting in silence, or worse removed. WHY?
Simple. He got caught! Link: http://www.cnn.com/2010/CRIME/07/12/bahamas.barefoot.bandit/index.html?hpt=T2
Colton Harris-Moore should have done himself in. He was just on the verge of doing that. But was talked out of it. So now this young man is in SO MUCH trouble, he'll spend all of his life in Prison. I'd say much more than Micah Brown is in. Congrats to those who caught him!
Now there's a begging question. Will there be a book and movie deal about the barefoot bandit? I think there will be. After all this has gone on Twitter and Facebook by this young man.
So one word of advice for Colton Harris-Moore: Stay in your cell, shoes on, and keep your back to the wall. He isn't going to see another Sun,sand, and surf for a long life time.
Enjoy the work week.
Semper FI
Friday, July 9, 2010
Various Issues.
G'day Everyone!
As the work week winds down, I'm sure everyone will want to relax since it's been a very hot week. I don't blame anyone wanting to relax for sure. But the 4 day work week along with a 3 day scorcher was tough to endure.
So I'm watching various events going on in the deaf blog sphere. The NAD (National Association for the Deaf) is winding down their expensive Philadelphia conference today. My good friend, Jamie Berke was given an award this week. But, unfortunately, she said she has NO COMMENT ABOUT THE AWARD SHE GOT (note: check www.NAD.ORG for people who got awarded this week) but went on to say to my readers: READ AND HELP CAPTION ACTION 2 MORE OFTEN! WE HAVE AN IMPORTANT MONTH OF JULY 2010 TO WORK ON! http://captionaction2.blogspot.com/
Meanwhile, LeBron James has made new enemies across the nation this week. Especially in Cleveland, Ohio. I'm sure LeBron James was warned NOT to milk the media too long. But the story broke when it was said that he was packing for a "vacation" in Miami, Florida. It was quite clear already that he was going for Miami and that fans in Cleveland would burn his jerseys. They certainly had a bonfire of it!
Sadly to say, Scotland was embarrassed again earlier this week when the Lockerbrie bomber didn't die as expected. Doctors now say he could live for another 10 years. Does that mean that sick prisoners must be actually be dying to be released from prison cells? Yep. So it's an impact that will have on every other prisoner that is very sick.
As the weekend comes with a cool down along with rain, will next week be any better? It depends on what happens out there with the weather.
So if you are coming from Philly, travel safe. If you are prepping to go to Las Vegas, travel safe. Above all, may you have a great weekend!
Semper Fi!
As the work week winds down, I'm sure everyone will want to relax since it's been a very hot week. I don't blame anyone wanting to relax for sure. But the 4 day work week along with a 3 day scorcher was tough to endure.
So I'm watching various events going on in the deaf blog sphere. The NAD (National Association for the Deaf) is winding down their expensive Philadelphia conference today. My good friend, Jamie Berke was given an award this week. But, unfortunately, she said she has NO COMMENT ABOUT THE AWARD SHE GOT (note: check www.NAD.ORG for people who got awarded this week) but went on to say to my readers: READ AND HELP CAPTION ACTION 2 MORE OFTEN! WE HAVE AN IMPORTANT MONTH OF JULY 2010 TO WORK ON! http://captionaction2.blogspot.com/
Meanwhile, LeBron James has made new enemies across the nation this week. Especially in Cleveland, Ohio. I'm sure LeBron James was warned NOT to milk the media too long. But the story broke when it was said that he was packing for a "vacation" in Miami, Florida. It was quite clear already that he was going for Miami and that fans in Cleveland would burn his jerseys. They certainly had a bonfire of it!
Sadly to say, Scotland was embarrassed again earlier this week when the Lockerbrie bomber didn't die as expected. Doctors now say he could live for another 10 years. Does that mean that sick prisoners must be actually be dying to be released from prison cells? Yep. So it's an impact that will have on every other prisoner that is very sick.
As the weekend comes with a cool down along with rain, will next week be any better? It depends on what happens out there with the weather.
So if you are coming from Philly, travel safe. If you are prepping to go to Las Vegas, travel safe. Above all, may you have a great weekend!
Semper Fi!
Monday, July 5, 2010
2nd half of 2010 begins!
G'day Everyone.
The 2nd half of 2010 has begun. For many of us, we seem to take in the fact that we consider January 1st to July 3rd as the first half of the year. Then consider July 4th as a day to celebrate the mid-point of the year. As we wake up to the hang overs to start the 2nd half of year as well.
Some of us have had a rough start to 2010. But the nation is still reeling with anger in the Gulf of Mexico over the oil leak and at BP. When will the leak stop and be plugged? we all don't know, but we are certainly worried for the years to come.
This month of July, some people have asked me (Sherlock Steve) if I am going to be coming to the NAD conference in Philadelphia or coming out to the Deaf Expo in Las Vegas, Nevada? To that answer, it's NO to either one. Reason: it's not just that I'm interested. But it's also financial reasons to. Plus, I have other plans to do at this time. So I hope everyone will enjoy both events that are going on.
If you are going out this week, please make sure you pack an ice cold water bottle!! The temperatures are going to be awful! SO HOT! OUCH! So be aware that there is going to be a HEAT WAVE this week. The cool pools sound to be a good place to be this week and shady trees as well.
Have a great NAD week!
Semper FI.
The 2nd half of 2010 has begun. For many of us, we seem to take in the fact that we consider January 1st to July 3rd as the first half of the year. Then consider July 4th as a day to celebrate the mid-point of the year. As we wake up to the hang overs to start the 2nd half of year as well.
Some of us have had a rough start to 2010. But the nation is still reeling with anger in the Gulf of Mexico over the oil leak and at BP. When will the leak stop and be plugged? we all don't know, but we are certainly worried for the years to come.
This month of July, some people have asked me (Sherlock Steve) if I am going to be coming to the NAD conference in Philadelphia or coming out to the Deaf Expo in Las Vegas, Nevada? To that answer, it's NO to either one. Reason: it's not just that I'm interested. But it's also financial reasons to. Plus, I have other plans to do at this time. So I hope everyone will enjoy both events that are going on.
If you are going out this week, please make sure you pack an ice cold water bottle!! The temperatures are going to be awful! SO HOT! OUCH! So be aware that there is going to be a HEAT WAVE this week. The cool pools sound to be a good place to be this week and shady trees as well.
Have a great NAD week!
Semper FI.
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Independence Day 2010
G'day Everyone!
Sunday, July 4th, 2010 is the RED, WHITE, and BLUE day for our nation. It's a day of celebration. A day that we declared that we are, indeed, a nation from England. A day that marks our freedom in our country. But every 4th of July of every year, some of us are finding it harder to celebrate and harder to cheer for our country for a good reason.
But our nation has survived many things that has challenged us. We celebrated the 4th of July in Good days and Bad days. In Depression days as well.
Many of us should take time to Thank God for the brave men and women who helped to move this country from England to freedom. Without them, instead of being called USA, We would have been called New England Nation.
As we celebrate this weekend (which started yesterday for a 4 day weekend, in which we have Monday off (*cheers*)), I am asking once again, traditionally as on any holiday, for all of us to be safe.
Be safe around fireworks. Be safe on the roads. Be safe in what you do. Please don't drink and drive. Please don't text and drive. Wear your seat belts and be reasonable driver. Take your time. Watch your speed.
Because the police, as usual, will be out in force and watching the roads. So please be careful.
Have a great and safe weekend.
God bless.
Semper FI to you all and SALUTE to our nation!
Sunday, July 4th, 2010 is the RED, WHITE, and BLUE day for our nation. It's a day of celebration. A day that we declared that we are, indeed, a nation from England. A day that marks our freedom in our country. But every 4th of July of every year, some of us are finding it harder to celebrate and harder to cheer for our country for a good reason.
But our nation has survived many things that has challenged us. We celebrated the 4th of July in Good days and Bad days. In Depression days as well.
Many of us should take time to Thank God for the brave men and women who helped to move this country from England to freedom. Without them, instead of being called USA, We would have been called New England Nation.
As we celebrate this weekend (which started yesterday for a 4 day weekend, in which we have Monday off (*cheers*)), I am asking once again, traditionally as on any holiday, for all of us to be safe.
Be safe around fireworks. Be safe on the roads. Be safe in what you do. Please don't drink and drive. Please don't text and drive. Wear your seat belts and be reasonable driver. Take your time. Watch your speed.
Because the police, as usual, will be out in force and watching the roads. So please be careful.
Have a great and safe weekend.
God bless.
Semper FI to you all and SALUTE to our nation!
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Why can't all drive throughs do this?
G'day Everyone.
Here's something that came across in my surfing on the web world.
http://www.pantagraph.com/business/local/article_0d5a9bfe-83bc-11df-9d90-001cc4c03286.html
Now I liked seeing this OrderAssit button at this drive through area. Why cant fast food places use them in high deaf populations areas like Rochester, NY, and Washington, DC as well as other major cities? Why can't fast food places see that this is a need to make things easier. Some times I do anger a lot of hearing drivers when I go straight to the window to order food myself. But I like this OrderAssist I see.
Should it spread to our Fast food restaurant? YES! I would whole heartily recommend it very much. Let's hope it catches on.
Semper FI!
Here's something that came across in my surfing on the web world.
http://www.pantagraph.com/business/local/article_0d5a9bfe-83bc-11df-9d90-001cc4c03286.html
Now I liked seeing this OrderAssit button at this drive through area. Why cant fast food places use them in high deaf populations areas like Rochester, NY, and Washington, DC as well as other major cities? Why can't fast food places see that this is a need to make things easier. Some times I do anger a lot of hearing drivers when I go straight to the window to order food myself. But I like this OrderAssist I see.
Should it spread to our Fast food restaurant? YES! I would whole heartily recommend it very much. Let's hope it catches on.
Semper FI!
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