Evil Women

Living in a state that is filled with the wacko segment of the far left I have discovered that to be considered open minded and unbigotted means that it is OK to hate anyone because of their race, sex and national origin as long as you also hate people who do not think exactly like you. The interesting thing about this though is that you can lean to the left (or right) and actually be open minded to new ideas and new was to think. This was driven home to me last night while talking to two sisters that actually knew how to think.

Several people know the self proclaimed hippie (Jim) that goes around claiming that anyone that does not agree with him politically is a bigot. He has been hooked on drugs, made racist comments, claims to turn people into the FBI and wonders why children thinks he maybe a vampire. He is the perfect example of a wacko far left nut that does not understand that being open minded is not just a mantra but it also requires a person to actually open their mind to new ideas.

Last evening I spoke with two sisters, 20 and 16, that also lean to the left of center but unlike the hippie dude they have no problem using logic (they never claimed that they would call the police if a person did not agree with them). These young people could discuss Pyler v. Doe and then talk about boys, school, the prom and other assorted girl things. It made me proud to know that these young people still had a brain that had not been stolen by public education.

According to people like Hippie Jim, these two ladies are evil women because they are NOT hateful, spiteful and so full of themselves that they cannot make room for people whom they disagree with. I personally felt honored to have disagreed with them, there was not a winner nor a loser in a debate but instead a healthy exchange of ideas and ways to think. I believe that America would be a better country if all of us (both on the left and right) would learn that it is not a game of winners and losers but instead a game of ideas.

I hope we can learn from the two young women that ideas change and evolve. We should have a healthy exchange with people we do not agree with and should NEVER forget that just because a person is of a different political persuasion then ourselves it does not make them evil or even all of their ideas invalid.

Bi-Coastal Strangeness

Bi-coastal, for my California friends has nothing to do with having both boyfriends and girlfriends at the same time. I do realize that many hippies will be disappointed with this simple fact but it has to do with trying to function on both the Atlantic and Pacific coasts at the same time.

One of the things that I have discovered is the strange backwoods accents that I came to love in Oregon was that you could actually understand what they were saying and while the accent was strong they do at least sound like an American. The "Bahstonian" accent on the other hand sounds suspiciously like something from a French movie about a bicycle, a baguette, and a lisping monkey.

I have hung out in Salem east coast and west coast both and there are some similarities. Salem Mass. has earth worshiping witches who offer up incense for power and Salem Oregon (the state capitol) has politicians who offer up the people for power. There is magic on both coasts but to be quite honest I REALLY like the magic that I found in Massachusetts much better and it has nothing to do with the witches or the politicians.

Tourists..... the bane of normality, upset the culture of both coasts. The east coast has French Canadians who not only sound strange, politically close to the old communist, have the tendency to say "A"  for no reason what so ever except to make sure that the rest of North America is warned that they are part of the strange people of Canada; but they also are both Canadian AND French. The west coast may have come out of the deal worse off because not only do they have the traveling bands of hippies they also have the Texans who show up in Hawaiian t-shirts and cowboy boots.

Green Eggs and Elk

I knew that one day I would become fully entrenched in becoming an Oregonian, that day came nearer yesterday. I realize I still have tons to learn and much to still fall in love with but I did take a giant step forward to being one with my new home state. It all seems simple but to actually become an Oregonian takes time and effort.

I had a great friend cook breakfast for dinner, this is not that unusual but what we had was a bit out of the ordinary for a guy who spent most of his life in the fly over states or in Southern California.  First off we had eggs from the chickens that were running around. They look like ordinary birds but the egg shells are green. Next up were the biscuits with blueberry jam and then we had big hunks of elk meat.

I have to say that I am now a big fan of elk meat. I guess that I will have to grab a bow and go tromping through the woods looking for my next meal. This is part of Oregon that I really never thought about while I was prepping to move here, it is a part though that I have really enjoyed. What Okie would not dream of eating fresh salmon, oysters, bear and elk meat.

and now a commercial from my new home town.... posted originally by Rachel Pearson

Run for the Rhodies in Florence. Register before 8:30 a.m. Saturday 22 May 2010 at the Florence Events Center, 715 Quince Street (behind Safeway). A sweet 5k or 10k, depending on your preference... but your friends will be there to run with you or cheer you on... or raise the first glass of the day as you come screaming up Bay Street.

 Thanks Florence, thanks Oregon and thanks to all of my friends... one day I will be a fully vested Oregonian and I will work to help other people learn to love the state and town just as people have helped me.

 

Ava Aston, Better Then Sandra Bullock

Anyone who knows what I think about Sandra Bullock will be stunned to find that I admire Ava even more.....

Very late last night I was emailing back and forth with friends, family and people I like to harass, Ava was kind enough to fall into the friends column. If you are a bit slow on the uptake of who Ava Aston is she is just like Brittney Spears ..... well if Brittney had talent, was good looking, was intelligent, was still relevant in American culture and could actually sing. Ok, Ava is nothing like Ms Spears but that is a good thing and I mean a VERY good thing.

The one thing I honestly enjoy about Ava is the fact that she is in touch with the heart beat of the new American revolution, I know, no politics or business but this has nothing to do with politics and well for business it does not help me one iota. I do enjoy being on the cutting edge ( or at least aware of it) of music and what is right around the corner. People who have followed any of my blogs, sites or facebook know I am pretty accurate in this area.

We The People (great patriotic song)


The longer I talked with Ava the more aware I became that she is a real person has real feelings and even has a sister who turns out not to be a complete freak (yes, this is one more swipe at Ms. Spears). This is the type of entertainer that almost all Americans can stand up and enjoy in public and be proud of her work. I am honestly hoping that if you already know about this soon to be star that you tell your friends and if you do not know about Ava then PLEASE check out the video and links at the end of this montage of lame quips you are reading on your screen.

The earlier my blog is written in the day the bigger the event was to me. Ava is such an important person to me and the rest of American culture that I could have written this at 3am but then people would have just assumed I was just some kind of freak..... I do like trying to make people figure out how big of a freak I am till much later in the day.


Lets make this viral
Youtube


Support her by paying for a tune.....
Itunes


And of course her website

This was not meant to be a commercial it was just a Dad telling people about an amazing person and hoping that at least a few people will get as excited as I am about her. One day soon, a year or less you can be watching CNN (that is if it is still around) and watch Ava being interviewed and you can tell people you knew about her before anyone else.... well accept me....:)

Let me know what you think


This is an older blog but there are several hundred new people following my blog since I wrote this. It also gives me the opportunity to be lazy......

Proof of Bigfoot?

I love to hike, explore and be an all around outdoor kind of guy. I moved to the best state in the Union of the United States and I thank God everyday for the opportunity to live in Oregon. Oregon has to be the most beautiful place on Earth and if one day I grow up to be a Yeti then I am in the right place.

I have to admit that one of the book lines that I publish does have to do with UFO's, anomalies and yes even Bigfoot but I am an unbeliever of these things. I like to joke about Bigfoot and enjoy the "idea" that there is a hairy ape guy who hangs out in the woods with nothing better to do then to scare the snot out of people. Yet, I am sad to say, I just do not buy the idea that the creature exists.

This last weekend I was out stumbling through the woods and I grabbed a photo of a bare foot in the snow, I also found a tick or rather the tick found a home on me. To be honest I cannot say that it was not just a print from an animal that melted and made it look like a "human" foot but it is so much more fun to think that the "beast" was out and about. There was a small trail of the prints in the snow but they disappeared into the undergrowth.

I know in my head that the forest beast does not exist but I plan on enjoying the discovery anyways. I really will ignore all the proof that shows the monster does not exist and just like the Star Wars nuts who claim that the movie is a documentary I will allow this small fantasy to exist in my own head.

Making Fun of Hippies

I really have no idea what I would like to write about today so I am going to pick on the LSD using, whacked out selfish hippies. Actually I am tired of trashing the poor barely literate hippie folk but I have one that keeps trying to tell me how evil I am by saying things like I am a real bigot because I do not agree with him 100% as a matter of fact I have no right to live in Oregon because I do not pass their litmus test of what they accept as people. It is funny that they (the open minded) chose to live in a town that has almost no blacks in it and they want to be the person who allows people in or keep people out. I just wonder if this hippie really should sheer their hair and become a skin head.

The fact is I have no problem with the long haired, artistic, left leaning, freedom loving people but I do have problems with the wicked, drug using, dirty, give me all your money, immoral hippie folk. This hippie guy is the same one who admits to being hooked on drugs in the past yet has no problem telling others how evil other people are.

Lets be honest, hippies are not the only people to do these vile things. It is quite normal for those of both the left and the right to over look the sins of people on their side. The problem with hippies though, is that they believe that in some insane way they are holy and have the right to say the most bigoted things and not be called on it. Just because they go around saying peace does not mean that they want peace. They will jump up with a lung full of lies just to cause problems.

Do I care about the health and well being of a hippie.....? Yes I do, I hope that they have the best life that God can provide them. I know of one though that will go around telling people how evil I am because I called them on their stupidity. He may even claim that I am stalking him on my own blogs because I do not let him say whatever he wants to on my own blogs. Even in the last week he made comments as 7 different people. I realize that LSD does trash the brain and makes a person schizophrenic so I will forgive you. I am praying for you Jim.... and thank you for giving me material for today's blog.

He is a friend of an old girlfriend that obviously is not over me yet.... now that is sick. I am surely not that great of a catch.

I Am A Hero?

 (this was taken a second before the "rescue")

I am headed off to Crater Lake today but I am not sure it will be as "odd" as what happened last weekend. Last weekend I had something happen that I actually do not expect anyone to believe, the story is odd even to me and I experienced it myself.

I decided to stop toward the evening and walked up a trail to see a waterfall. The trail I took was well kept and had rails along any area where there was a drop off. It was late in the afternoon and I did not see anyone else around the falls or even on the trail. I decided to slip under the railing so I could hold onto a tree trunk and lean over the falls to get a better picture. (Please understand I have never claimed to do the smartest thing every time.)

I heard some people yelling up the river a bit and decided that they were upset that I was on the wrong side of the railing. I figured I would just ignore them, get my photo and then let them scream at me after I had the pic I wanted. The people kept screaming and they were moving my direction quickly.

I leaned over the water farther with my camera pushed out over the water when a man shoved himself through the brush and started screaming at me. It startled me and I almost fell but I was not going to look at the guy or talk to him until I had the picture I wanted. He started crying in a very loud voice which did make me snap around to see what the problem was. He just kept crying "dog, my dog".

I looked down from my precarious position just in time to see this huge red dog with terrified eyes just 2 feet from going over the falls. I threw my camera onto the shore, while holding on to the tree with one hand I reach down and grabbed the dog who was directly below me. The dog and I fought the torrent of water that was pushing him towards a certain death but between the both of us we won.

The water was freezing, the rapids were fast but the dog was saved. The man kept telling me I was  a hero and for a moment I was buying the story. I then realized that the sheer odds of me hanging onto an old tree at that exact moment was to much of a long shot for it to be just a heroic deed. I did something stupid but God had me at the right place at the right time.

I am not a hero, I personally think I was placed there for a reason. I learned that sometimes you do not need to use only your head to learn a lesson but you need to listen to your heart. My head said that the odds were long for me to be there at that moment even though they were almost impossible odds there was still a one in a million chance. My heart says there is a lesson for both me and the owner of the dog. Not just being careful with your dog by a river but something else. I am not sure yet what I am supposed to learn but I am pondering over it.

Hero? no. Maybe it has something to do with teaching me that God will take care of those who love him no matter how close the call. I have felt at times that I was about to go over a waterfall and drop to a certain death but God has always been there to reach out and snatch me from certain destruction. Everyone has felt there were horrible problems in their life but be certain, swim hard and remember God is the one who can help.

My Love Letter (the past becomes the present)

I wrote this on Valentines day of this year. I can now actually say that it has come true. I have edited it and did so in bold face. What do you think about my ability to foretell the future?

This is Valentines Day and I have discussed love for the last few days so why stop now. I have a love of my life but it is my daughter and she will leave one day to go out on her own. This is a  letter that I am writing for my future Valentine, the one that I will find one day, or maybe she will find me.

Dear Valentine, (Judy)

I am thankful the most that I have found a women that desires to have a relationship with God. Not a women who knows the right words or praises God aloud and then is vile in private. All of the attributes that I have fallen in love with exist solely because of your desire to be a woman of faith.

Men go to war and kill and die for the image of a fantasy women while men who love a real women go to work everyday, comes home and works around the house, makes sure that the little things are said and done for a women that they love. You are not perfect in this world but you are the perfect woman for me. It seems that God created you just for me. Do I get irritated at things you do? Do I find every second of every action perfect? No, but I do realize that you are a gift and I should cherish you as the gift that God Almighty has given me.

When I look at you today I see the true beauty that you are. While you are physically beautiful today you will be even more so to me when you are 80 because I will see and understand even more of what makes you beautiful. I want to know that I can hold your hand when you are 80 and see the twinkle in your eye that for so many years has made me heart pump faster and my mind go delirious with the love I feel for you.

My goal in life is to make you happy, to bring joy that you would not have had if it had not been for me showing you the preciousness of the gift that God gave me with you. When all is said and done and we are sitting together in old age I want you to be able to look at me and still be able to be thankful that you said "I do" (has not said "I do" yet). We will have spats, disagreements even arguments but when we are nearing the final days of our lives I want you to know that it was worth it because you had found a true love.

Love, your Valentine
Michael.

There will be a day that I find my Valentine in the future I may or may not have already met her but I want to make sure that this letter or one like it can be given to her and she knows that it is true. (I have found her and she is perfect "for me")

Sorry for the sappiness but hey, it is my blog......:)

The Perfect Home

Today I am off to look at houses all day long. I have become more aware in my life that a house is only a house and not a home if it does not have love in it. Thankfully I have moved to a town that I have many friends in, that is nestled into a burg that I love and that is in a state that is truly proof of the perfection of God creative power. (did you follow that rambling sentence?)

I have never been happier in my life then I am at this time in my earthly existence. I have true friends that I can talk to about anything and they can do the same with me. I live in the perfect place on this planet and I get to enjoy it all everyday. This is one of those moments in life that all people dream of and hope to experience.

While this blog is a rambling mess about my egotistical self (come on stalkers, this line was written just for you) I want to remind you that this particular blog is just what I am thinking, doing or feeling at the moment that I write it. I am content and excited at the same time about what the future holds. There have always been a few "road bumps" along the way but the payoffs have always been well worth it.

When I move into whatever house I choose I will then move in my assorted junk. The house will only be a house though till I fill it with love and then it will become a home. Home is where the heart is.........

another sappy post, but I am not sorry this time... :-)

Casanova Math Geek

I have come to the conclusion that the life people think I live must be much more exciting then what it really is. I actually had a guy claim that nobody likes me but in the next sentence said that I had quite a harem of women. I do have to point out though that the guy also said I was a close minded bigot because I am not a fan of unwashed pot smoking hippies. (he does admit on different websites to being hooked on drugs earlier in life)

I would like to make this clear, I have no problem with people who are free spirited, long haired and artistic. One of my oldest and best friends fits the profile exactly. He is not just a far left liberal but is actually a member of the socialist party. The reason we get along so well is because we both use our heads and are open minded to other thoughts but we have just come up with different results. It also helps that we both wear clean clothes and do shower on a regular basis. My big problem is with the dirty, unkempt low life that demands that other people support them no matter what.

Back in my salad days I was the perfect example of a math geek. You really do not need to take my word on this but just ask an old classmate or even a family member and they will verify this fact. Sometime during my late teens I found out something that most men never seem to grasp.... women are just like normal people. They tend to like nice people and hate evil people. (I cannot wait to here from my male chauvinist pig stalkers to explain how this is not true)

The discovery that women are normal and if I treat them like I would anyone else then I would immediately doubled the number of friends I have. I do have many female friends and have found that they give me an insight that I would never have had if I only "dated" women instead of treating them as equals and as true friends.

Because of my super powers of showing respect to the "weaker" sex I have many females on FB who count me as friend. This tends to bother the men who are low lifes and the women who think that only beauty are important. I am thankful that the vast majority of people feel like I do though and believe that just because you call yourself liberal, Conservative, Christian or what ever is not enough unless you actually do treat people rightly.

The truth is that even though a few jealous people claim I have a harem I am only interested in one woman. She is an amazing women that I am stunned everyday that I was the one she chose. She is brilliant, kind, has a wonderful soul and dare I say... absolutely sexy. She has access to my sites and knows what I say in private. She is a person that I trust totally with all I have and do.

So, do I have a harem? Nope, I am no Casanova Math Geek but I do have many friends who are female. So get over the threat of me taking your women (it might even be considered racist because of my Viking blood) and know that I only have an eye for one girl. I must assume that if you are jealous with my harem then you are ugly, boring and as smart as a dirty hippie. Have a great day!

China and Hippies Unite

Anyone who knows me very well also knows that I love the beach. I do not care if it is sunny, cloudy or even raining, all I want is the sand (or rocks) and the surf. To me this is the perfect place in God's creation.

Since I tend to spend every moment that I can on the edge of the ocean I have noticed a slow change in something that has made me wonder about the Chinese government. You will have to pay attention to get what this addled mind has created  but I will try my best to explain my thought.

As I stroll along the beaches I see trash that has washed upon the shore and when I look inward I see trash left by the unkempt hippies. The first thought that went through my mind was that the hippies went swimming and trashed the water as well. Then sanity came through and I realized that hippies melt into normal people if they touch water so I understood they would never go into the surf.

Since I am a good conservative (we believe in working to help the environment instead of just legislating other people to do it) I will pick up the trash I find and dispose of it. Over the years I have noticed something strange. Over time this oddity occurred till today it is not only the norm but it is almost 100% true. Every piece of trash has stamped on it somewhere "Made In China". The interesting thing is that the hippie trash also has the "Made In China" logo. We all know that hippies do not work and we are told how moral they are so surly they did not steal the stuff so evidently the Communist government of China has found a partner in the hippies to help destroy our nation.

I want to be VERY clear, I am not racist!!!

Even though the majority of hippies are all white I do not blame all white people for this crime against our nation and our shores.

Normal Americans all across our land (White, Black, Persian or Asian) are a proud people who try and buy American when ever possible. It is time for us to stand up against this sneak attack from the Communist country to pollute our environment by either throwing trash into the ocean till it floats here or by giving the garbage to hippies to dump on land. I am not sure what we should do but bombing them (the communist not the hippies) does start sounding better and better.

Next time you are on the beach and see trash I hope that you will pick it up. Then think vile thoughts about the evil communist who are trying to destroy our nation by the sneak attack of trashing our shores and aligning themselves with the hippie subculture.

Hey, its been a while since I wrote a blog. It will take a few days to get back in shape.

Homophobia In California

I am a proud straight guy that loves a beautiful woman more then anything else. This does not stop me from being politically correct when it comes to the poor down trodden people of California whose own government is so insensitive that they not only condone but require state workers to be politically incorrect when it comes to those who are gay. The liberal and open mindedness of the establishment seems not to care that they openly degrade those who are a minority in their state.

Saturday while I was heading from the Great State of Oregon to see the giant redwoods of the so-so state of California we were stopped at the border. I have been stopped at the border many times and asked a short series of questions but this time it was a little different. This time I realized that the main question itself was so close minded and Homophobic that even I, a heartless right wing radical, was shocked.

We slowed down at the border and a man in a uniform that seemed himself to be slightly left of heterosexual signaled for us to roll down the window. I mentioned earlier that they ask  about a few items in your car but this time they only asked one. My assumption is that the sheer shock on my face kept the officer from going further with the standard questions.

As the officer walked up to the window he asked "Do you have any fruits in the car". My mouth dropped open and I thought about telling him "No, we are all straight". I then realized that California evidently thinks that it is ok to be homophobic and not only are they using divisive language but they are also trying to keep the state free of those who are gay. When you leave the state they seem not to care if you are straight or gay but when you enter they have no problem trying to keep some people out.

Next time when Barbara or Nancy stand up in DC and talk about the left coast being open minded unlike the bigoted fly over county I will think about the institutionalized bigotry of the so-so state if California.

The Face Of God

Driving to see the giant red woods in California yesterday was awe inspiring. To see the creation of God and his handy work drops my jaw and makes me drool with the wonders of what God has done. The details and intricacies that went into the simplest fern to the grander of trees that are 300 feet tall shows me not just the power of God but the loving care of his handy work.

Yesterday I saw the fantastic handy work of God but today I am headed off to see the Face of God. This is not a blasphemous rumor but instead a strange way in which I look at the reality of my life. The power of the ocean, the consistency of the coastal winds and the uncountable grains of sand on the beach to me is the closest thing that man can see that shows the face of God.

I am headed to the beach to enjoy the rest of the day but I will spend time looking at the "Face of God". I will feel closer and have a better understanding of the omnipotence and omnipresence of  the Creator. I will feel my spirit revived and ready to tackle the rest of the week solely because I will know that I stood in the Presence of God. I have had to make some hard choices over the last few days but I now understand fully how blessed I truly am and understand Agape love.

I have never had a deeper sense of peace then I do now even though I am in the midst of a turbulent time in my life. Nothing is bad but instead I wake up everyday to new situations and choices so as I head off to stand before God I am more excited then ever to thank him for the gift of love that I have received and with the full knowledge that I am blessed well beyond what most people will ever experience.

I Am Going Back to Cali

Headed back to Cali to see the Red Woods with a great friend today. This is a short and sweet blog because I have to head out the door. I am wondering what to expect because I have never seen them. I suppose if I have a heart attack out of excitement I could blame my friend for the medical problem.

Please understand that the probability of me being attacked from a Yeti and dying is probably a bit less then keeling over do to the sheer wonder of looking at a tree. If you do not hear back from me then please go after my friend and have her charged with second degree murder. This will be interesting to see if I die or not.

I am looking forward to the trees but I promise to keep an eye out for the Yeti and once and for all answer the 300 year old question about  Yeti  being ugly hippies that run around naked. I have seen ugly hippies I knew ugly hippies and Yeti are no ugly hippies (I think). I believe that no wild beast of the woods would be so cursed of God to be created as nasty as these people.

I believe that Yeti take more bathes, shave more often and have fewer bugs that live on their person then the average Grateful Dead fan.... not sure though.

Since I am now off to see the trees and watch for the pot smoking tie dye wearing yeti I want to wish everyone a great weekend.