Save you from your misery

We all know I don’t have cable.  I have Netflix, which means an unending supply of documentaries.  I don’t know what mood I was in when I set up this most recent grouping but it features James Ellroy’s Feast of Death.    And a really interesting one called Suicide Killers.  Today is about Suicide Killers.

Within the fanatical fringe of the Muslim religion, you have these radicalized clerics telling the young people that they cannot have a girlfriend and they cannot marry unless they have a dowry and that they must practice abstinence.  Sound familiar?  This creates all these frustrated youth who are told all the time to just pray away the throbbing beast within.  Sound familiar?  BUT if they are to strap on an explosive device and blow themselves to kingdom come they will be greeted by 72 virgins and rivers and gardens and Paradise.  And remember they live in the freaking desert.  What sounds better to a young man?  72 virgins and rivers and gardens or abstinence and sand and flies?  They choose to end their suffering and get after the 72 virgins.  There is the manipulation.

We get all self righteous because they want to kill Jews and Americans, but the Queen of Juxtipostion has to ask “What are we thinking?”

Right here in America we have Pastor Curtis Knapp.

“Terrorists are dangerous, the economy is a real and present danger,” Pastor Curtis Knapp told his congregation on Sunday. “But there is simply nothing other than the holocaust of the unborn which imperils the safety of our country or places our people in jeopardy as does the leader of the Western world publicly raising his fist at the heavens and declaring that the bedrock institution of society, ordained of God and meant to be protected by the state, is little more than a convention of convenience with the children of Sodom to transform the meaning of something, which is precious to Jesus Christ, and a living picture of his love for the church into a legally protected justification for perversion and a vehicle of hatred aimed directly at that love.”

Knapp went on to read from Leviticus 20: “If there is a man who lies with a male as those who lie with a woman, both of them have committed a detestable act; they shall surely be put to death.”

“They should be put to death,” Knapp declared. “‘Oh, so you’re saying we should go out and start killing them, no?’ — I’m saying the government should. They won’t, but they should.”

“You say, ‘Oh, I can’t believe you, you’re horrible. You’re a backwards neanderthal of a person.’ Is that what you’re calling scripture? Is God a neanderthal, backwards in his morality? Is it His word or not? If it’s His word, he commanded it. It’s His idea, not mine. And I’m not ashamed of it.”

What is the matter with Kansas?  And really, what is the difference between this guy and the clerics who are telling the young Muslims to go kill infidels so they can get their 72 virgins?

In my mind nothing.  They are both terrorists.

I said stand or deliver or the devil he may take ya

Good morning Kittens!  I’ve missed you.  Have you missed me?  I’ve missed me too.  So pull up your big boy pants and lets get on with it.

Things that piss me off.  Oh why the hell not?

The hottest viral video on the internets right now.  It’s long, 10 minutes.  Totally worth it.

Now I’ve never watched MTV’s X Effect or whatever it was and I have no idea who this guy was, but he built a life for himself with someone he wanted to be with.  It’s America.  That’s his choice in spite of what the idiots in North Carolina have to say.  Or the idiots in my own state.  When I’m dead and gone, and God is good and I get my job assigning hot seats in hell, Tom Bridegroom’s mother, father and uncle will get prime seats.  In hell.

I’m sure he was doing ok, he had an MTV gig, ridiculously handsome and talented.  So his mom flies out less than 24 hours after the accident to ask about his bank accounts and goes through his stuff taking everything she wanted?  Yeah, you didn’t have a right to do that.   Your seat is in the front row.

Multi-use paths.  This is a whole category that I’ve been holding back on for years.  Years.

Here’s the deal.  There’s really only a few safe ways out of my neighborhood down to places where there are bike lanes and places to go train.  I have to take the Contra Costa Canal Trail to get there.  It’s a multi-use trail.  That means there are multiple uses.  That doesn’t mean some asshat gets to take up the whole freaking trail.  Multi-goddamn-use.  What pisses me off about this?  Families of five walking five abreast.  Get the hell out of the way.  Runners running down the middle with earphones on so they can’t hear you say “passing on your left”.  People with children on bikes with training wheels.  Teach your little snot to stay to the right.  It ain’t that freaking hard.  People with flexi-leads on their dogs.

Now flexi leads just piss me off anyway.  Your dog should be walking at heel.  Period.  There is no reason for a 10-20 foot lead in public.  That’s how bad shit happens.  You don’t have control of your dog like that.  How many times have a seen people unwinding tangled flexi-leads when their dog met another dog on the street and they did that dance and got tangled up.  Yeah, like that.  I have a flexi-lead.  I use it at the dog training club when I have a new dog that might not do the recall properly.  I never walk them with that.  They are walked on a 6 foot leather lead.  Period.  If that wasn’t enough my friend Ron had one of his puppies on a flexi-lead at the vets.  His wife was in the vets with the other three puppies.  She asked Ron to take Pepe outside because she thought he had to go.  The flexi-lead handle slipped out of Ron’s hand, The plastic casing hitting the pavement spooked Pepe and he ran into traffic and was hit by a Bronco.  He was a little dog.  Ron scooped him up immediately and ran back into the vet but Pepe died on the examine table.  I hate flexi-leads unless they are used for training purposes in a controlled environment.

Yesterday I am riding down the trail and there’s a woman jogger with two large dogs both on flexi-leads.  I yell “passing on your left” and she makes some cursory effort to nudge the dogs over to the right.  The flexi-lead does not retract.  Then the big one lunges to the left in front of me.  For the visual, this puts the dog on my left and her on my right and the flexi in the middle now, basically so I can be clotheslined.  I make evasive action and pass on the left in the dirt.  She says “sorry he saw a squirrel”.  SORRY HE SAW A SQUIRREL?  You ignorant bitch.  You didn’t handle your dogs and I’m down hoping that you aren’t so ignorant as to be able to dial 911.  It was all I could do to control myself enough to say “It doesn’t matter what he saw I’m down” and keep on riding.  I wanted to get off the bike walk back and punch her in the face.

Speaking of riding, I’m spending a lot more time in the saddle now.  The ride is now 22 days away.  I need your support.  Here’s the link.  Please donate to my ride.

Our training ride last weekend took us through not one but two Art and Wine festivals.  One in Clayton and another in Livermore.  That was interesting.  Speaking of interesting there is actually a powerlifting meet in my backyard next weekend.  Seriously.  The first time since 2002.  I hope with all of this cycling I don’t embarrass myself.  The meet is on the 19th and then I will stop weightlifting until after the ride.  The goal is to get my butt in the saddle six days a week until it’s time to leave, alternating 30-40 miles with just an hour or hour and a half of flat recovery.  And a ton of stretching.

As far as that selling real estate thing, it’s catching on, which is why PBE has been suffering.  I’m sorry.  After five years of hell I’ve got a lot of catching up to do.  I’ve been able to keep my mortgage current for the last three months now.  That’s a happy time.  But they now treat me like cold crap.  A couple of months ago the little twit that was assigned to my account said to me “We’ve been chasing you around on this account every month since we acquired it.”  They bought it from Bank of America last year.  “Well, if you had looked at the history you would have known that this was going to happen.  I’m not the idiot that bought this account, you are.  So shut the hell up about it and quit calling me.  Nobody hid the payment history from you.”

The payment is due on the 1st and they are harassing me on the 2nd if they don’t have it.  So I just come back at them.  Where’s my modification?  It’s past due.   They are not fun phone calls for anyone.  They are past the timeline according to the HAFA rules now so the next time they call me I’m going to threaten them with a call to my Congressman.  They hate that one.