Friday, June 17, 2011

I'm Not Afraid

I woke up with a jolt. Sat straight up in bed and looked all around. Someone was here. I looked down at my wife and her rhythmic breath sounds were soothing. The inhalation of gases that I don't even know how to spell. I do know the main one. Oxygen. It is also the greatest cure for a hangover. Inhale about three 100% pure breaths of 02 and you will feel brand new. There is two things that we have to have, among others, to survive and they are oxygen and water. We cannot live without water. A couple of molecules of hydrogen bonded to a molecule of oxygen and we have the greatest miracle of life. Why is it a miracle, you ask? I'm glad you did. There are two gases, not what you put in your tank, I am talking about a form of matter. The other two are solid and liquid. OK, science class is over. Let me finish the miracle and I will move on to another miracle. Hydrogen and oxygen are two of the most flammable substances known to man. Remember the zeppelin? No, not 'Stairway to Heaven.' That blimp that caught fire and all those guys jumping trying to get away from the burning hydrogen.Yep, that shit burns. Everybody knows that oxygen burns. You have to have oxygen to cause a fire.That one extra hydrogen molecule and you have the best thing to put out a fire. Whoever thought up that, now he is 'The Man' or as most of us know him as God. I have proof that God exists. I can hear those atheists go, yeah right. The agnostic wants to hear, more. On the other hand if I believe in God, I must believe in the devil. I will prove it. Hot and cold. Light and dark. Large and small. Black and white. Push and pull. Open and closed. Narrow and wide. Deep and shallow. Right and left. Up and down. near and far. Here and there. Soft and hard. Straight and bent. Tall and short. Relaxed and nervous. Lost and found. Fast and slow. GOOD and EVIL. For every action there is a reaction. There are things that we cannot explain because we do not have the knowledge. Things happen on this earth but I believe there is another earth. I lost a brother when I turned 30 that I thought there would be no way I would ever get over it. It bothered me and it disrupt my daily life. I became a burden to my parents and my friends. Something had to be done. If someone would not have stepped in to save me I would have ended up in the same place. I would have left this body. I was a mess. Then one night I was driving home from a friends house. I turned down the road that I lived on and like every other time I drove that road I looked at my brother's house that was next door to my parent's house, where I was staying. It was about 11pm at night with no clouds in the sky. I saw someone standing on the front porch, beckoning me to come over. I pulled my car into my parents driveway and got out. I stood there trying to convince myself of what I saw. I walked over to my brother's house and walked in the front door. There was a lamp that was on sitting by the couch. I knew this was beyond me because my parents had had the power turned off a few days after Cornbread was killed. I was afraid. I did not see anyone, so, I walked over and sat on the couch. I looked up and the door was closed. I did not see anyone close it nor did I hear it closing.All of a sudden I could smell the cologne he used to wear and I turned to my left and saw him standing there. I jumped up and was headed over to give him a bear hug. He held out his hand and told me that he was not yet in his glorified body and we could not touch. I listened to him tell me to tell Mom that he was sorry and that he was doing good for her not to worry about him. He said to tell Dad that it was more beautiful than he could imagine. He looked at me with those steel blue eyes and told me to treat others good and that one day we would be together, again I told him to wait, don't go. He said he came to show me the way and he would see me again, too. Tears were falling down my eyes. I started to weep. My wife woke up and asked, "Bubba? That was all that was said. Did I talk to my brother? I do not have a doubt in my mind that what happened was real because after that I began to change from the inside. Thank you my brother and thank you God.     theblogmeister 

Thursday, June 16, 2011

A Life Sentence

When a person hears that a jury has given them a life sentence it is usually the result of something socially unaccepted. The one that comes to mind first would be a murderer. Most of the times that is the case. As you watch the Cailee Anthony murder trial, and you would not believe just how many are, the death of a child is what in the legal field is called a heinous murder. There are other cases that fall into that category. The killing of more than one person. Death that involves the commission of a felony. A death involving torture. The killing of a sworn protector of the law. These are all heinous murders and are punishable by death in most states. In the state of Alabama a man was sentenced to life for one joint. How is that possible? It is called the habitual offender act. The state of Texas conceived of the law and Alabama followed suit. The idea behind this law is that if a person commits two felonies and commits a third, the punishment is enhanced, thinking that a person who commits many felonies needs more time to rehabilitate. This is the most ill-conceived law that our states have ever drawn up. I gave you a perfect example at the start of this story. A guy buys some merchandise that happens to be stolen. He gets a slap on the wrist, pays a fine, and has to do some probation. Maybe some community service work. One year later, this same man writes a bad check and guess what? Felony number two. He pays a larger fine and depending on several factors such as, the present prison population,  how good of a lawyer he has, there is a real chance that he may not see the state prison, just a couple days in the county jail. He gets 5 years probation, mainly because the prison is so overcrowded and there is no room in the inn. Now, this same guy has been doing good the last 4 years, been paying his supervision fee every month, has got a good job, and decides to go out to the club for some drinks and a little dancing with the ladies. A beautiful blond approaches and asks if he has a joint. It just so happens that his buddy has some in the car. He gets the keys, walks out to the car and grabs the joint and hands it to her. CLANK, you are under arrest for the distribution of controlled substances. He makes bail, hires an attorney and goes to court. It just happens to be election time and the D.A. will not plea because he is trying to be elected to the circuit judge and his platform is 'Tough on Drugs.' He goes before the same judge that used to be the D.A. and is given a life sentence for being an habitual offender. This is a true story. I was in prison with the guy. You tell me, is this justice system got some problems in it? It does when you give a man a life sentence for one joint. Nineteen states have made it legal to use marijuana for medicinal purposes. It is up to our generation that the laws change. Give the life sentence to the guy for raping a woman, not for a joint.    theblogmeister

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

The Colonel Can Wait

Yes, I did have a dream about the colonel last night but that is not what I want to talk about, today. My insides are burning because of the actions of my step-daughter and what she has taken from me. For the past year, my granddaughter has been spending every Friday night with my wife and I. Sadie is my step granddaughter but I love her as if she was my own flesh and blood. She also loves coming to Paw Paw's house and is the most precious 2 year old I have ever seen. The problem is her mother, my step-daughter. Over the years we have had a good relationship. She was 23 when her mother and I got married and had a son named Mason. He is 8, now and loves to come stay with us, too. A little over two years ago Chrissy, my step-daughter, got married to a guy that seemed okay. He had an attitude that he was a little better than everyone else. That was the only fault I saw in him. He has convinced Chrissy that vaccines are not good for kids and refuses to have Sadie vaccinated. He claims that vaccines are the cause of autism. I know there is a study in the correlation of vaccines and autism but the study cannot prove the connection. My wife and her daughter got into a big fight over this very subject. As a result of this fight she, Chrissy, has decided that we will no longer be able to have the kids over to spend the night. I text Chrissy and told her that it was not fair or right to use her kids as pawns to punish people she is mad towards. We are not the only people that she is mad at and not letting her kids visit. Chrissy text her husband, who called me, and told me that it was his decision to not let the kids stay with us any longer. I told him what a dumb-ass he was and he was acting like a child. He threatened me and I told him that I would stomp a mud hole in his ass. Because of their stupidity, I will not get to see my beautiful Sadie, anymore. So, I text Chrissy, again and sent her a vaccine program that Bill and Melinda Gates are sponsoring. I said that I am fairly sure that the Gates have the money to research the autism debate and have concluded that there is no correlation between vaccines and autism. I reminded her that they are a lot smarter than me, you, and your dumb-ass husband. There is no getting through to them. It has to be the husband convincing Chrissy of the false beliefs of vaccines. Well, he called me, again, and told me that if I contact his wife that he would file harassment charges against me. I tried one more time to convince him about vaccines. I asked, "How do you think we eradicated polio?" No talking. "How do you think we eradicated smallpox?" Still silent "You had your shots, by the way, how did that go?" Just breathing. He had no answer and yet he is going to jeopardize my Sadie's health because he is a dumb-ass. I'm so mad right now if I saw him I would stomp the shit out of him. "Don't contact my wife or me, again." He hung up. I said it before, he is a dumb-ass. I will do some research to see if the vaccines are mandatory. I know you can get out of taking them for religious reasons but count on it. I will find out how I can get Sadie the shots she needs. Then I am gonna whoop his dumb-ass.     theblogmeister 

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Lost in Time

There was a point n time I was writing my biography. If someone offered me $1million dollars to tell you where in my story, chronologically, I would be, the only thing I would be is lost. Did that sentence make any sense, at all? I have to admit it is hard to write when I have Working Man, by Rush, blasting in my ear drums. It is weird that the sound does not come from either ear, rather, it is in the middle of my brain. How is that possible? I mean the sound is exactly coming from the middle of my brain. No, I am not smoking any dope. Do they still call it dope, these days? When I first started smoking I was 16 years old, sitting in a '49 Plymouth up on blocks. The interior was covered with black light posters and my buddy had a kick-ass sound system, coupled with a blue light to enhance the posters. The car had a huge interior that would hold 6 to 8 people inside. We spent many hours sitting in that car, getting stoned, jamming to some of the best music ever recorded. I was fortunate to be a teen during the height of rock music. I wonder what the neighbors thought about us spending hours sitting in that old car? When the door opened it would look like that scene from Cheech & Chong's movie, Up In Smoke. Hell, he lived in a rather crowded neighborhood and we never got the law called on us. This music is flashing me back to some old memories like the time Zak, my best friend, and I were sitting at the end of a dirt road out by fireman's island smoking some of that imported red bud. That shit was so sticky it was hard to roll a joint. We were getting plastered when Zak asked, yelled would be a better word, "Did you hear that?" punching me on my arm at the same time. It sorta pissed me off cause I was in the middle of one of Neil Peart's drum solos. I turned down the music. "What, are you tripping?" I asked him. We sat there a few minutes and did not hear anything. I was reaching for the cassette player when two loud knocks came from the window. It scared the living shit out of the both of us. We had been there long enough to smoke a couple doobies and I know the car was filled with smoke. We looked at each other, not knowing what to say, not knowing what to do. We were just praying it would be some of our buddies that knew about fireman's island. Zak rolled the front window down about an inch and asked if someone was out there. We heard a booming voice. This is the Glencoe Police, I want you to turn your inside light on and roll the window down all the way. Don't worry about the pot smell getting out, I smelled you when I stepped out of my car. Zak turned the light on and I had a bag of red bud sitting in my lap, opened, with a pack of papers sitting on my leg. The officer said, "Hey Spot. You know I am gonna have to make ya'll follow me to the Hall to talk to the Chief." Shit, everybody knew me. I was born with black hair with a white spot in the front. Everybody called me Spot. Being popular is not all good. He took our weed and we followed him to the City Hall. The officer sat us in front of Chief Rutledge's desk while he went back to his apartment and woke him up. Yeah, I know. It was a small town. I looked over at Zak and he was about to cry. A few minutes later the Chief walked in and sat down at his desk, throwing the sack of weed in front of him. It was about 2am and the Chief was still in his PJ's. He looked at me and said, "Spot, what would your Dad say if he knew you had this stuff?" I told him that he would kill me. "Well, we better not tell him. He put the pot back in the baggie and rolled it like a sandwich. "You boys go home and I better not ever catch you with this stuff, again. We could not believe what just happened. Not a word was said until we got to my house. "Later." "Yeah."    theblogmeister