Just a flush of the mental toilet, so we can start fresh. posted 7/9/2008 3:16:12 AM | 5 kudos what's this?     report abuse tagged: rant

bardnsage

Just a rant,,,,just a purge of what is going through my mind,,,just a flushing of the junk that reminds me, I may not be well enough yet, to venture into the land of the political forums. I don't think my skin is thick enough to take it.....so,,,,I spew it on paper, and hope I can make sense out of it when I clean it up. Then I can make a plan of action,,,,So,,,,

When you resort to,,,,,

calling names,
changing the subject,
calling more names,
focusing on one tiny unrelated detail,
calling names again,
changing the subject again,
calling more names,
finnally proclaiming that I must be half right, but I'm still wrong,,,,and I'm also a )(&)&(*&^&^%

it confuses me.

Is this the argument style of a man,,, no.
Is this the argument style of a woman,,,,,no.

It is the sign of a weak argument, and the death thros of a liberal.

Please, call me names,,,, so I know when the argument is over,,,
and I an go back to drinking.

(by the way,,,, the fancy words like jingoist, nice touch. You must be really smart.)

Why in the world did you resort to name calling and such,,,,, when you were only arguing with a Simple Country Boy From North Carolina, who happened to be drunk. A cornpone, spam eating, run down, guy with a mentality somewhere below Larry The Cable Guy. Maybe I'm just too dumb to understand that I should cower at your obvious superiority, good grammer, and spelling. Lord knows I can't spell, and my vocabulary is limited to words found in technical manuals, insurance policies and Clasic Comic books.

I was even accused of spewing bile,,,,,,for six months. Don't think I've even been in the forums for six months,,,,but I don't know. Spewing bile,,,,well, it's true,,,I didn't agree with you, and I was not letting go, so that is spewing bile in your book. OK,,,,fine. Sorry if I offended. I guess my definition of bile and yours are different.

So to me,,,, intraspective,,,, to get worked up,,,,to get tied in a knot,,,,to let my passion about one subject near and dear to my heart show through to everyone,,,to look at my mantle and remember one more time,,,,

was it worth it? Was it worth the pain and heartache that I suffer with now, for arguing with someone who obviously doesn't know about me, and my passions.

Did I acomplish anything? Hell no,,,, I know I didn't change his mind, and I doubt I changed anyones mind. Everyone there is pretty much set on their opinions, and they don't move. They are there to argue. Should have known that when I went there,,,

So, was it worth it..... I don't know. But somehow I felt like I was fighting for people who I cared deeply for, and now can't fight for themselves. Taking up their banner, in their absence. Almost as a last request, for the guys who saved my life, at the cost of their own. Maybe that's why it hurts, because it touches a spot that does not heal.

Then my reality side kicks in,,,,,, it's just a stupid internet site. (no offense intended Mr. Mod),,,, In the great plan of all things,,,, it means nothing. Not even a blip on the radar,,,stealth,,, in it's importance.

The bottle is at me again..... this is bad, in and of itself. Will I turn into the drunk I work with,,,,who can't seem to get through lunch without 2 beers and 4 double scothes.

Only time will tell,,,,,,but I do know,,,, fantazing about shoving a road flare in someones eye, until it hits the back of their head,,,,,is not good for me to do. It is just going to bring back the pain and hate that lives there anyway. The budist posters here would tell me it's Karma,,,, dwell on bad things,,,bad things happen. I wonder from them,,,,,if I dwell on bad things happening to others,,,,will it happen to them.

Doc says I'm supposed to work it out, slowly, learn to deal with it,,,,,accept it. Trouble is, I can't swallow this whole elephant at one time,,,,,and it takes a long time to eat it one bite at a time.

Think I'll stay out of the forums for a while,,,,,at least the ones that get me charged up. It's not good for me yet,,,, maybe not good for me ever. Maybe I need a break from this whole site,,,, some time,,,,to concentrate on things.

I haven't really done anything fun except work in a long time. Sheet,,,that line alone has tons of red flags poking out it. I haven't touched my bow since early last fall. The rifle has dust on it. I don't even know where my tackle box is. My guitar strings are rusted (shit - that's a blog waiting to happen or the start of a country song, either one), my kitchen is a wreck, I have not even opened the door to the library in so long it has cob webs on it,,,,,

I need to reconnect with the simple shit in life,,,,and let all the hurtful things and pie in the sky things fall by the wayside,,,, to gain some distance. If the pie in the sky stuff works out,,,,it will work out. Hurtful stuff,,,,well,,, I need to quit feeding that beast. I've got enough projects to work on,,,and don't need a new one.

It's never good to become the "project" of a Redneck. Especially one with the means and resources to act on fantisies.

God help me,,,,I need a drink. CORRECTION - I want a drink.... I don't need it.

Later, I'll figure out this spew.....right now,,,,no.

It's just a rant,,,,just a purge of what is going through my mind,,,just a flushing of the junk that reminds me, I may not be well enough yet, to venture into the land of the political forums. I don't think my skin is thick enough to take it.....so,,,,I spew it on paper, and hope I can make sense out of it when I clean it up. Then I can make a plan of action

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