tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27414251916178033792024-03-13T03:14:58.214-05:00Observations of an Okie BikerPoint of view of an Oklahoma biker/roughneck.roughneckturtle/Jeff C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16722449738122036517noreply@blogger.comBlogger200125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2741425191617803379.post-55058771750280640402018-05-03T19:17:00.001-05:002018-05-03T19:17:52.467-05:00My life<div align="left"><p dir="ltr"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#000000;">And she said to him, "Who has hurt you so much?"</span></span></p>
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</div><div align="left"><p dir="ltr"><span style="color:#000000;">As they sat there in silence, her hands on his, he wondered why he was even still alive. Did he even deserve to be? If so, why was he always a burden to others? Did he not deserve love like most people? What was so wrong with him that nobody want him around for long? Why wasn't he even good enough for his parents? Hell his own children didn't have much to do with him, where did he go wrong, he did everything he could think of... Was he as bad a father as he was a son and later on a lover? He always done his best to put others first, but, now he's tired. Ready to go home, where ever that is...</span><br>
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</div><div align="left"><p dir="ltr"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#000000;">Not that he would recognize it anyway.</span></span></p>
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</div><div align="left"><p dir="ltr"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#000000;">"I love you..." Breaks the silence</span></span></p>
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</div><div align="left"><p dir="ltr"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#000000;">He's heard it a hundred times before, and each time has proven to be as hollow as the one before. </span></span></p>
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</div><div align="left"><p dir="ltr"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#000000;">But he manages to mutter, "Love you too."</span></span></p>
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</div><div align="left"><p dir="ltr"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#000000;">He meant it wholly. But... The fear that encapsulates him won't let her words become real although it's the one thing he wants most in the world. He just wanted to fell that true unbreakable love before he faded from this earth. He wanted to be loved like he loves. A home.</span></span></p>
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</div><div align="left"><p dir="ltr"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#000000;">"You ok baby?"</span></span></p>
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</div><div align="left"><p dir="ltr"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#000000;">"Yea" he dared not share what he was thinking. He knew what that result would be... The nagging about it he could handle, it was the taking away that would eventualky come he dreaded and feared.</span></span></p>
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</div><div align="left"><p dir="ltr"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#000000;">"Don't give me that, I know when somethings wrong"</span></span></p>
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</div><div align="left"><p dir="ltr"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#000000;">"Yup, I know. It's nothing, maybe later..." He knew he'd never speak a word of it and make some shit up if she persisted. Letting his feeling out had never proved positive for him in the past and he didn't want to lose what he had with her. Hope he'd could at least limp through till old age provided him with a way out... Or, the weight proved too much and he took the cowards way out... Which he was determined to not do regardless of how low he got.</span></span></p>
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</div><div align="left"><p dir="ltr"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#000000;">There had been a number of times where he was exceptionally close. Pistol to the head, just behind the temple to he sure the job got done, hammer cocked, finger on the trigger. Tears streaming down his cheeks, no fear of death, no fear of hell. Can't fear something you don't believe in... </span></span><br>
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</div><div align="left"><p dir="ltr"><span style="color:#000000;">He knew that even if there was a god, he wouldn't be going to heaven. He had renounced the idea of god and heaven a long tine ago. He spent many nights praying to just be loved and wanted by someone, he finally gave up and realized that even god didn't love him if he even existed...</span></p>
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</div><div align="left"><p dir="ltr"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#000000;">"What can I do?"</span></span></p>
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</div><div align="left"><p dir="ltr"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#000000;">"Nothing babe, I can't expect you to fight my demons. They're mine to fight and have to fight alone..."</span></span></p>
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</div><div align="left"><p dir="ltr"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#000000;">"You don't have to be alone."</span></span></p>
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</div><div align="left"><p dir="ltr"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#000000;">"Don't know any other way."</span></span></p>
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</div><div align="left"><p dir="ltr"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#000000;">The depression was a war, not a battle that had waged in his head since he could remember. She knew this, but didn't really understand the severity nor complexity of it. There were many factors that made it seem worse. The main fact was him being raised by his grandparents, which was made worse by having kids of his own. How could someone just give up on their own child. Or any child for that matter. But, your own flesh and blood, a human that is part of you and you helped bring into this shitty fucking world. Especially as a baby. What in the fuck could a baby possibly do to make you abandon them with your parents? They tried to raise him like their own, and did their best. But, when the jealousy of his cousins lashed out and bit him, it didn't make him feel like any part of any family. </span></span></p>
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</div><div align="left"><p dir="ltr"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#000000;">He was an outsider since before he could walk... And, has been since.</span></span></p>
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</div><div align="left"><p dir="ltr"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#000000;">"I'm here for you babe."</span></span></p>
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</div><div align="left"><p dir="ltr"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#000000;">"I know, least I hope so."</span></span></p>
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</div><div align="left"><p dir="ltr"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#000000;">"Please tell me..." Almost begging</span></span></p>
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</div><div align="left"><p dir="ltr"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#000000;">"I want to, but every time I do..." Trailing off</span></span></p>
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</div><div align="left"><p dir="ltr"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#000000;">"What honey?"</span></span></p>
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</div><div align="left"><p dir="ltr"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#000000;">"Nevermind, please just forget it."</span></span></p>
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</div><div align="left"><p dir="ltr"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#000000;">"I won't forget it. I'm here for you."</span></span></p>
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</div><div align="left"><p dir="ltr"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#000000;">"I know, but I've heard that before."</span></span></p>
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</div><div align="left"><p dir="ltr"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#000000;">He had told her about how his childhood was, and how things had been in previous relationships. But, she didn't know how he had felt because of how things turned out.</span></span></p>
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</div><div align="left"><p dir="ltr"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#000000;">He had but one fear. And, that was she didn't love him like she said (as others had claimed before) and, more so like he did her. For he knew that if she took her love away it sould be... As the cliche goes, the straw that broke the camels back... In his forties... He was tired of keeping on keeping on, he was just tired of the internal fight. He was done.</span></span></p>
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</div>roughneckturtle/Jeff C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16722449738122036517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2741425191617803379.post-65243409668122694342017-09-09T14:54:00.001-05:002017-09-09T14:54:25.117-05:00Don't know<p dir="ltr">I know a lot of people struggle with depression, some take medicine, some exercise, some meditate, some drink or drug, some run away, some just suffer, then there's a few that end their own lives to escape. I'm partial to the suffering one, (not that I like suffering) the others don't appeal to me, yes I do drink, but not to drown my "sorrows". I don't care for doctors nor their false cures of medication. Not into drugs. Too damned far gone to care to bother with exercise, meditation, or any variation there of. Running is temporary. And, although I have considered killing my self, I'm not going out that way, fuck that, this world will have to take me before I'll ever give in. But, I have wished I wouldn't wake up, and have fantasize about having a bad accident where I didn't survive. Yes, I do own a gun, if I was going to kill myself I'd done it by now, so move along.</p>
<p dir="ltr">But, with all that, it doesn't... It don't express my true feelings on the subject. I don't wish to die. I don't wish to be held, or for somebody to "love" me. Nor, do I wish people understood my "pain" or "condition". It's deeper than thoughts of suicide or death by happenstance. Its the thought of never having existed at all, to spare everyone the burden of you. If your birth had never happened, then there would be absolutely no sadness regarding your absence. No one would have to fake concern for you. I don't want your pitty, damn sure don't want your prayers. Its not about seeking porpoise, or belonging, or family. It has nothing to do with being alone or lonely. I would be content with living by myself in the woods with just my animals and only going to town once a month (if that often) for supplies. I know I have depression, and although it's consider mild to moderate (because I don't have active thoughts of suicide) it doesn't feel mild or moderate. It's actually pretty damn crippling. Motivation doesn't exist in my world. I have a lot of shit that I need to do. But, when it comes down to it, it seldom gets done. I know I am fully capable of doing the things, but am handicapped by my thoughts. I know my life has no meaning on this planet, and there is no such thing as legacy. Our children will have different ideals than we have, just the same as ours are different than our parents. And, how many of us can honestly say what our great grandparents stood for? How's that for some legacy? </p>
roughneckturtle/Jeff C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16722449738122036517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2741425191617803379.post-82347374938911399762017-01-08T01:15:00.001-06:002017-01-08T01:15:53.709-06:00Who then fights. <p dir="ltr">I fight<br>
I try<br>
I work<br>
I sacrifice<br>
I fight to be there<br>
I try to be a friend<br>
I work for happiness<br>
I sacrifice my time<br>
Expecting nothing in return<br>
Wanting nothing from you<br>
But I wonder why nobody fights for me</p>
roughneckturtle/Jeff C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16722449738122036517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2741425191617803379.post-64519672167611332752016-07-12T17:08:00.001-05:002016-07-14T17:00:08.353-05:00More life shit.This is how I was raised by my grandparents (sorta), you didn't pass the potatoes at the table, the only thing that got passed was the salt and pepper (together mind you because they're a pair). Momma fixed the plates while pops and kids were getting situated at the table and pops plate was always brought out first and then the kids with momma bringing hers out when she came to sit. Then, if you were religious you prayed then you began to eat. Yes, everybody had their plates and were sitting at the table and you ate as a family. But, the main message of this is for people to fucking quit putting their kids before their husbands or wives. By doing that, you show that the husband or wife has no say in what happens and doesn't deserve respect. And, I wholly agree with that sentiment. My last two divorces were over her kids having more authority than I and for her arguing with me, (in front of the kids, mind you) when I'd try to correct her kids in some way. And, I don't care who it is, I'll tell them straight up, if you're going to put your kids before me. Then that's all you have as far as I'm concerned. Especially since if I want a relationship with someone, they will be put before my kids. Now, before anybody goes off half cocked. I'm not saying your kids should be put to the side for your man or woman, you're supposed to be a goddamn FAMILY. And, if either side is being neglected or it's otherwise detrimental to any of the children. Then, that relationship shouldn't exist. I'm not sure what my relationship beliefs would be called. Because what we consider tradition now, was new age for my grandparents. E. g. in my grandmas home, growing up and in her adult years, dinner was served to the men first and when they had their fill, then elder (8ish +) children, then the women and younger children got what was left. I don't see that going over today, even in a "traditional" household, nor do I believe it should. I do believe it's the mans job to provide for his family, and take of the homestead, and the woman should be able to stay home and raise their children properly. Also, in my grandparents day, every able body had a job and chores, you're old enough to walk, you were old enough to work. Now, I'm not talking about having them milk cows and mow the yard, but there was something they could do, help feed chickens, help string beans, sort beans, or more modernly, sort clothes, clean, vacuum, pick up toys and trash. But, I don't have a problem with a man staying home while his wife works. It's just whatever works for each family, in my opinion. But, what's missing now a days is the respect part. And, it's because people "put their kids first". And that's bullshit. Personally, I will not have my woman "correct" me or get onto me because I corrected their kid or told them not to do something or to not do something, there will be no argument about it. No, this isn't any of that my way or the highway shit, but if you have a problem with what I say or do, it can be discussed later in private, and then we can work it out or decide to go our separate ways. But, it will be guaranteed that if you get onto me or argue with me about something I said to your kid, different ways will be gone. And, I also guarantee that I won't correct you in front of mine or yours. That's just giving the kids the impression that there are two sets of rules and two septet families that just happen to hang out a lot or live together. <div><br></div><div>And, this is in essence what's wrong with the world and society today. There is no respect and there is a lot of separation. All this us verses them shit, and different sets of rules and privileges depending on what you look like and what what you were born with. And, it's bullshit. <br><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div></div>roughneckturtle/Jeff C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16722449738122036517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2741425191617803379.post-88830556403060690082016-05-11T11:59:00.001-05:002016-05-11T11:59:28.266-05:00Insurance Woes.It's fucked up to me that insurance is set up the way it is here in the U. S. A. All insurance is a scam, a fucking scam that is required by law. But, I'm focusing more on health insurance and health care. I just laid down $85 damn dollars for a doctor to tell me my daughter has ,what I think is strep, and give her antibiotics. Then, I'll have to go across the street to the pharmacy t and drop another $20-30 on the prescription. (Yup, strep throat and $65 for medicine.)<div><br></div><div>Now before we get too far into this and I get people saying this that or the other about I should have insurance. I did, got denied recently by Soonercare because I make too much money. Yet, if I buy insurance through my job the cheapest is over $500 a month, a goddamn month. My biggest check from work has be about $1300 for a month, but I average about a grand a month. Oh, I should get a higher paying job? I chased drilling rigs from 1994 to 2011. Made damn good money, and got out as this last boom was just hitting its stride. Yet, look where the oilfield's at now. Thousands out of work with more getting laid off daily. You only hear about it when a company lays of hundreds at a time. You don't hear about when twenty roughnecks get told they don't have a job because the rig doesn't another hole to go to. You don't hear about when a hand goes in sicker than a dog, because he can't miss a day, because there ain't anyone to cover his job and he'd probably lose his job even if they did. My job is stable, for now. And, on top of that my hourly pay is still considered "good" pay. </div><div><br></div><div>$10/hr is considered good pay where I'm from, so I'll break it down using that. If a person is making $10/hr works 40 hrs/wk, that amounts to $400/wk. For four weeks that comes to $1600 or $20800 a year, which would average to a little over $1700 a month. After income tax at 15% you get about $1475. Then you're left with about $500 a month, after your house payment and utilities, to pay for fuel, phone and insurance. Through my work, insurance averages over $500 a month for one person. Now, my insurance is paid for, but to add my kid it's over $500 a month for health, dental, vision and life. Yet, I'm denied state insurance because I make too much money. </div><div><br></div><div>My kid has strep throat, I knew this when I left the house for the doctors office this morning. But, that knowledge didn't save me the $85 for the appointment to get a prescription for it. Nor, did it save me the $65 for the medicine. And, it damn sure ain't going to cover the pay I lost by having to take off work to take her to the doctor and get her medicine. So, now I ask, why the fuck did I have to shell out a day's pay to the doctor, for him to look at my kid, say "yup you got strep" and call in a prescription for it. From the time we arrived till the time we left was less than a half hour. Shit, if I was making half that an hour, I wouldn't be worried about money or paying for insurance. Also, why the hell does insurance cost $500 a damn month. I understand it's incaseshit, but at an even $500 that's $6000 a year. For basically nothing. Just in case I may need to see a doctor or have surgery, of which you still have a copay, and deductibles, and then even if you meet your yearly deductible you still have to pay a good chunk of money to cover what insurance doesn't.</div><div><br></div><div>It's bullshit. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>roughneckturtle/Jeff C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16722449738122036517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2741425191617803379.post-27448353688805658592016-04-24T14:36:00.001-05:002016-04-24T14:36:50.260-05:00Transgendered?Ya know, with all this transgender crap in the media here lately. It kind makes me want to put on a dress and heels and take up a urinal right next to these guys, and see just how bad people would rather me go in the MENS restroom. I mean hell, most guys are uncomfortable when a straight man uses the next urinal over. I couldn't even imagine the reaction they have over a transgendered man/woman. I also would like to know if they'd feel the same about a woman that identified as a man followed their little boy into the men's room. Edits later...roughneckturtle/Jeff C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16722449738122036517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2741425191617803379.post-56450518144291108122015-10-24T11:30:00.001-05:002015-10-25T22:10:47.679-05:00Just Don't KnowBefore I begin. I want to start out saying that I'm in no way being a whiny little bitch or in anyway complaining about my life. Nor do I believe that I'm in a bad position in any way, shape, or form. And, I'm not looking for sympathy, pity, or encouragement or anything of that sort. Not, doing that whole woe is me bullshit, and I'm damn sure not blaming anybody but myself. <div><br><div>That being said...</div><div><br></div><div>I have some fucked up shit going on in my head. I'm not sure what it is, I was clinically diagnosed years ago with depression and I mildly agree with that. But, it seems to be more than just mere depression. I have little motivation to do much of anything, unless it's something that is absolutely necessary. Even as much as I love fishing, if I don't either take off when I make the decision to go, or basically force myself to go, if I have to plan it for later, I won't go. Hell, I just bought a damn boat so I can access the lake better and get to the deeper parts during winter. I have a ton of shit I need and want to do around the house and at the shop, but I just have a problem getting of my ass and getting shit done. When it comes to work, I do enjoy my job and most of the people I work with. Yet, I still have a hard time getting around, not near as bad as my personal stuff at home, but still enough to bug the fuck out of me. Because I know if I didn't need the job, I wouldn't bother. Just like everything else though, once I get started, I'm golden, just like Pony Boy. I will fucking rock what I'm doing and I don't stop till I'm fucking done or at a good stopping point for the day. I'm beginning to think there either something wrong with my carb or the choke is stuck. </div></div><div><br></div><div>I just don't know what's wrong, or off kilter. I've been on three different medications for depression, tried herbal shit. Putting a name on what it is doesn't concern me any, just want to figure out a way to make shit work again. When I was younger, I didn't have this problem. If I knew something needed to be done, I set a time and a goal and went and did the shit, got it done, and went home. Now, I set a time and a goal, and make excuses and put it off for another fifteen minutes. Today is a good example, I'm taking some birds and rabbits to a local auction tonight, check in started two hours ago. I had planned to have that done and back home working on my truck by now. But, I'm just now getting in the shower. First it was, after this cup of coffee, at seven this morning, then it was after breakfast at eight thirty, then it was well I need to dry my pants (my fault for forgetting to throw them in the dryer last night) and now I'm sitting here writing this. </div><div><br></div><div>But, writing this, I'm not going to get mad at myself about. I was standing at my back door smoking, and was looking around and my yard looks like shit, complete and utter shit. Telling myself I need to get this done and that done. Thought, wish I had more time to do this stuff, then as I was walking back to the bathroom to shower. I called bullshit on myself. Because I do have enough time to take care of this shit. I have plenty of goddamn energy for it, and I'm by far not a lazy person. Although I do feel that way when I can't get myself off my ass to do it. I don't put it off to be lazy or because I just don't want to do it. I don't dread doing any of it, I just dread starting. I just don't do it. And, I don't know why. </div><div><br></div><div>I don't suffer depression, it's a symptom I have. It's not a struggle for me, I just deal with it and go on. Like everything else in life, adapt and compensate, except I have a problem with the compensate part.</div><div><br></div><div>I don't write here to get pity or sympathy, I don't need encouragement or a cheerleader. I write here to express the thoughts I have nowhere else to express, and though some of it may seem random and inconciquintal, I really have no where else to express myself truly and fully. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>roughneckturtle/Jeff C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16722449738122036517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2741425191617803379.post-13095108023302654132015-10-11T16:40:00.001-05:002015-10-11T17:38:27.841-05:00Just fuckin tired.I guess it's just an aggravating day for me. Little shit that's usually just minor gripes are really pissing me off today. <div><br></div><div>I'm tired of Facebook links that send you to a fucking link to the article you want to read. Just send me to the main article.</div><div><br></div><div>I'm tired of multi page articles, it 2015 for fucks sake, keep it all on one page.</div><div><br></div><div>I'm tired of articles that are stock and unimaginative. Do some goddamn research that involves you actually getting up from your fucking desk.</div><div><br></div><div>I'm tired of dipshits who get pissed off and act like assholes because someone else did something they don't agree with and has absolutely no fucking affect on their lives. </div><div><br></div><div>I'm tired of people being selfish little pricks. Only thinking about themselves and how to enrich their lives. Without even the faintest thought to how it makes others feel. </div><div><br></div><div>On a similar note...</div><div><br></div><div>I'm tired of fuckers who just think about how bad their life is, oh woe is me. Who gives a fuck. There's only one person in the whole damn world who doesn't have it better than anybody else. Everybody else on the whole damn planet has it better than someone. </div><div><br></div><div>I'm tired of television shows that have people so self absorbed and stupid that they would have been institutionalized by the end of the second episode for the stupid shit they've done.</div><div><br></div><div>I'm tired of jackasses who think donating to Goodwill is giving to charity. </div><div><br></div><div>And by the way, it isn't '101 Uses For Duct Tape' it just you thinking of one hundred and one things to tape to one hundred and one different things. </div><div><br></div>roughneckturtle/Jeff C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16722449738122036517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2741425191617803379.post-26735606884637746082015-05-10T13:16:00.001-05:002015-05-10T13:16:42.026-05:00Do Unto Yourself As You Expect Of Others.<span style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">As I sit and walk through this life, I have a tendency to watch other people. And, I find it funny how people see the faults in other but not the same ones in themselves. </span><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">I've had acquaintances that I've seen out with other people and then turn around and bitch because they caught their significant other with someone else. I have watched parents gripe about how another parents child acts and ignore their child doing something just as disrespectful. Or, bitch about how this kids parents get them anything they want or buy them something because they had a bad day, yet to their child the meaning of want is to get. </div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 16px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">This isn't about morals, or right and wrong. It's about how we refuse to see in ourselves what we see in others. Not just what's undesirable but also what is desirable. I try to reflect upon myself when I see something in others that I don't agree with and see if I allow the same things in my life and my mind. I may not be perfect but I try to be what I expect of others. </div>roughneckturtle/Jeff C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16722449738122036517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2741425191617803379.post-65165916583228067212015-05-02T13:16:00.001-05:002016-03-09T22:46:20.615-06:00NFL Draft And Sports Controversy.Was at a friends house watching the NFL Draft. I had heard about this Gregory kid before in idle conversation, and then during the draft about his failed drug test at the combine. And, me and my friend got to talking about all the shit going on in sports off the sidelines. And with what these players go through, not only on the field but off it also. It's not hard to understand why they get this way, and I've come to actually expect it. I don't believe it's ok, nor do I condone it, just expect it. And, you should too, so should anybody who chooses to get into a relationship with them. And, I don't blame the players, coaches, or the league itself for the majority of it.<div><br></div><div>And, I'll tell to yer face, I swear to god I will. <div><br></div><div>These guys are expected to not only preform to the utmost ability, but to keep that level day in and day out. In practice and in the game. Because, ya know what, if they slack off, they get dropped from their position and get put on the bench instead of starting. And, for those that don't know, if they ain't playing, they don't get that six figure a year deal. So, I understand why they get on the drugs, both illegal and legal ones, not only to enhance their performance, but to also relax, relive stress, and to kill the pain. That's one thing I respect about how OKC handled Durant's foot problem, they could have cortisone'd his ass and sent him out. But, they said they were going to get him <span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">healed</span> up right, before they put him back in the lineup. Not all sports teams do that, actually most don't. They only care about the win, because that's all you care about. </div><div><br></div><div>Back to the drug issue for a bit. You only hear about the illegal shit the players do, the pot, the coke, heroine, opiates, shit of that sort, you don't hear about all the doctor prescribed drugs they pump into these guys to keep them on the field and at their peak. Just because it's got a doctors signature on it, don't make its safe or non-addictive nor performance enhancing.</div><div><br></div><div>Now back to where I was going. I said it's not the players or the leagues or even the coaches fault. It's yours, it's our fault. If these guys weren't out there delivering the big hits, hitting all the threes, slamming all the dunks from the three point line, hitting 450' homers, making slap shots from thirty feet out, hanging on for eight seconds, plowing over 1,500 pounds of linemen for a yard, winning all the gold medals, landing a spike that bloodied the blockers nose and didn't even touch them, and the list can go on forever if you wish. But, if these guys weren't performing like they currently are, then you wouldn't watch. You'd move on, and there'd be no professional sports... or Avenger movies. The American society has created these human beasts. It's not just sports, it's cinema also. We, want harder hits, longer homers, glass shattering dunks, fifty foot threes, deflate and bury the ball spikes, slap shots that sever all the fingers, swimmers that outrun porpoises, bigger explosions, more blood, harsher wrecks, more bigger badasser explosiveier bloodier trainier wreckiers. But don't do any drugs, stay clean, you're a role model. Fuck that, you should be your kids goddamn role model, if you aren't you're a fucking sack off shit. Your children shouldn't learn how to behave from sports or movies or television, or even their teachers at school, that's the responsibility you took on when you decide to fuck whomever you did to produce that child, it's in the terms and conditions. <span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And, I'll tell to yer face, I swear to god I will. </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Nobody cares about the actual story or the players anymore, we don't want a to be told a tale, we don't want to know how much it hurts just getting up in the mornings. And, it's evident in the movies that become blockbusters, and the television shows that</span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> get top ratings too. We want to see people suffer. Even though Batman caused more destruction trying to catch The Joker than the Joker did to provoke him. Batman is the hero, same with Iron Man, the Hulk, and countless other superheroes. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">It's not them it's us, they are a product of our society. They are what we want to see. People constantly bitch about some player knocking his old lady out in the elevator, or another raping a few ladies, smoking pot at a party, or whatever the train wreck is that is the Kardashians. You say you don't agree with what they do, yet you still tune in to see what they'll do and how hard they'll do it, or how hard they either go down or take somebody down. They do it to be the best for your entertainment purposes. Not because they're </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">inherently bad or mean. They're mean because of the pressure to preform and the drugs they take to keep them performing. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">So, I say this. If you don't like how these people act in their day to day lives, don't watch their respective sport or movie or show. Dry up the money well, then there will be no pressure for the performance you have come to expect. Then, they won't have to do all the drugs that make them preform like they do and hit people or rape them and what have ya. </span></div></div>roughneckturtle/Jeff C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16722449738122036517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2741425191617803379.post-26223162348710541542014-08-19T18:31:00.001-05:002014-08-31T22:47:47.173-05:00You Want Awesome... Well Here It Is... <u><b>Awesome</b></u>; <i>adjective</i>; inspiring an overwhelming feeling of reverence, admiration, or fear; causing or inducing awe 2: showing or characterized by reverence, admiration, or fear; sxhibitiong or marked by awe. <br />
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roughneckturtle/Jeff C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16722449738122036517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2741425191617803379.post-36427114278713646312014-08-14T16:38:00.001-05:002014-08-14T16:38:11.459-05:00How's About A Good Weep.<div>This just speaks for itself. </div><div><br></div><a href="http://thechive.com/2014/08/14/and-then-a-hero-comes-along-13-photos/">http://thechive.com/2014/08/14/and-then-a-hero-comes-along-13-photos/</a><div><br></div><div><br></div>roughneckturtle/Jeff C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16722449738122036517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2741425191617803379.post-14697962607347844612014-08-11T20:37:00.001-05:002014-08-11T20:44:49.813-05:00So, You Want To Improve Your Life.<div>Here's a couple of great articles on Cracked.com on how to make yourself a better person and how to see yourself as you really are. Not that bullshit you've been feeding yourself. </div><div><br></div><a href="http://www.cracked.com/blog/5-ways-youre-sabotaging-your-own-life-without-knowing-it/">http://www.cracked.com/blog/5-ways-youre-sabotaging-your-own-life-without-knowing-it/</a><div><br></div><div><a href="http://www.cracked.com/quick-fixes/the-60-second-guide-to-bullshit-free-life/">http://www.cracked.com/quick-fixes/the-60-second-guide-to-bullshit-free-life/</a></div><div><br></div><div>So... </div><div><br></div><div>If you can handle it, I suggest you take a gander at them. If you don't come out a different person, even slightly, after reading those. Then, you have no soul. </div>roughneckturtle/Jeff C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16722449738122036517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2741425191617803379.post-17232910730109175782014-07-21T00:54:00.001-05:002014-07-22T12:12:51.250-05:00Do we sweat while swimming IITo continue with the thought of life... Do we even really exist. Or, are we just a dream someone is having in another realm. What makes us think and why. I know the scientific explanation and all. Sparks of electric jumping from one receptor to another, bouncing around our brain like a pinball. But, what makes those sparks of electricity different from the ones in your household wires inside the walls. They don't create thought, or do they. Does the lightbulb think about illuminating your den. Does the radio in your car think about the songs and commercials it plays. What makes animals different than machines in the sense of having the ability to think, respond, and react to our environment. Like with the ability to feel, both physically and emotionally, what is the purpose of feeling. It makes sense to feel physically, because it helps keep us out of danger. Don't touch that it's too hot, it will burn you to death. Which for some reason I imagined Wile E. Coyote being burned to a crisp and falling into a pile of ashes like a matchstick while writing that.<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijsOMPgdrAHgw1Q5tygp3OClXeerzuMSjp5kJ9XKN7HwGeElyF7mRDJ71MAnLUE-xmiYiYszC8wPNnBGyS5oIWIMrHoMOud2QiWx71bDZF67QAltWnDwPOP6x0led6D64rI4Qcm8v57yK5/s640/blogger-image-2041782938.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijsOMPgdrAHgw1Q5tygp3OClXeerzuMSjp5kJ9XKN7HwGeElyF7mRDJ71MAnLUE-xmiYiYszC8wPNnBGyS5oIWIMrHoMOud2QiWx71bDZF67QAltWnDwPOP6x0led6D64rI4Qcm8v57yK5/s640/blogger-image-2041782938.jpg"></a></div> </div><div>Or, hey you better find shelter or covering because it's cold as hell out here and you'll freeze. On a side note, how the hell did we come up with the saying "cold as hell", when hell is supposed to be consumed in flames. Side side note, if hell is hot and firey, would heaven be cold and icy. <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">And, hey that's too sharp/unstable/slippery to walk on. I could go on, but I shouldn't.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">With, emotional feelings, I don't understand the porpoise of really any of our "feelings". Why do we feel love and hate, envy and greed, depression and grief, happy and sadness, indifference and the need to be accepted. These are just thoughts that pinball in your brain. And, most seem to be a disadvantage to the population of this rock. And they fucking all overlap each other. Take love, lust, greed, envy, and jealousy. Lust is a precursor to love, but also to envy which is a source of greed which leads to jealousy when what you love is in the posesion of someone else. Which leads to hatered of that someone else, leads to sadness of not having what you love and lusted over, leads to indifference eventually. On the other hand if you do acquire what you lusted over and do come to love that thing, you will begin to be happy. Maybe. But, what if that something turns out not to be what you had grown to love and what brought you happiness. Then here comes good old indifference again, which may lead to depression. Also, what if you love this thing and are truly happy, then what is the point of finding something else that you admire. Why are we seemingly programmed to both love and lust two different objects at the same time. Having two cars, horses, motorcycles or any small things like televisions and radios makes sense to me. That way you have a back up incase one fails or dies. But, two homes, how can you have a summer home and a winter home. Seem like neither would really be a home. Having multiples of anything soon gets repetitive and redundant. But, yet we lust whilst we love. At the same time greed and charity can coexist. The greatest philanthropist are the wealthiest for a reason. They're driven to make more money, so they're the ones that have the most to give. The may serve lunch and dinner every day at the local shelter, but can only do that because they can afford to pay someone else to run their companies and make money for them. Not saying that their greed is necessarily bad, just that it's necessary. </span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVhh_kPZDRw0uCjFwdD9zWZdNDCuQ0yGTqhLh8WYywO5SvKW_5HyOwe2Ul2AdnZbsTp0LuoiUZVlCRq9I5gAeYqJK6UThHC-cwWyf2NOvrSSYgD2m1zPP8deQucDDMpDb0WRNH5AEjZQxX/s640/blogger-image-217841052.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVhh_kPZDRw0uCjFwdD9zWZdNDCuQ0yGTqhLh8WYywO5SvKW_5HyOwe2Ul2AdnZbsTp0LuoiUZVlCRq9I5gAeYqJK6UThHC-cwWyf2NOvrSSYgD2m1zPP8deQucDDMpDb0WRNH5AEjZQxX/s640/blogger-image-217841052.jpg"></a></div><div><br></div>Greed doesn't denote evil. But can. Exactly what is evil. Or good for that matter. Is theft evil. What if it's a poor man that can't afford to feed his child, would you cut off his hands for a loaf of bread and a sack of potatoes. What if he stole your lawnmower to sell for food. Or, crack. Would you castrate a thirty year old man for sleeping with a sixteen year old girl. If she consented. What if the genders were reversed, a thirty year old woman and a sixteen year old boy. Why pat the boy on the back, but send the man to the stocks. What is the definition of murder. Or revenge. When does self defense turn into justice turn into revenge turn into murder. Why is it ok to kill another human only when you're in immediate danger of your life being taken from you. Why is it ok for someone to sucker punch you then run, but not ok for you to track them down and beat their asses. Sure, a short chase is favorably looked upon, but what if you don't see the fucker for a week. </div><div><br></div><div>What if the religious among us are right and there is a God or gods. And, with either a singular god with many names or multiple gods, the results come up the same and we either go to heaven or hell. What is our purpose there. Mainly in Heaven, to what end would we serve in a heaven or a hell or a purgatory. To just exist eternally forever. Even if the space is infinite it's going to get crowded. And, do non-earth aliens go to the same Heaven and Hell. Would we even notice if they do. </div>roughneckturtle/Jeff C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16722449738122036517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2741425191617803379.post-6244753291240459082014-07-20T12:08:00.001-05:002014-07-20T12:08:09.732-05:00Just Some Stuff I Came Across.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMvbUUe68UtkDr1YyKxmt5-31Ko4g6-Xyua_Fav7kMUEcaReRlY_VMDpaKVQBp3p2j-1-eVpP7Zp97GGnTijtXS7vQqCj7OZuoH4VoEhmxIZ5et3hVOkdPFFDZIsEBk5WjjK8G9vVN7078/s640/blogger-image--1131853009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">These I took whilest out and about living life. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">(<i>Except this one) </i>One big snapper. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvrpPtnj4wJ_N6A2X12YP4Q3fzOyFDitM4URa4PTl9wrJy8WdaW6vl02A2SCDJAqi6otJ7IRR2gFTJmzSLFuml8c9YXtJc05Y-Y9ipwOX-E9XMHHMMfWnVP-UvlD_hAYLHHI9YWRXb0sfR/s640/blogger-image-1478664957.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvrpPtnj4wJ_N6A2X12YP4Q3fzOyFDitM4URa4PTl9wrJy8WdaW6vl02A2SCDJAqi6otJ7IRR2gFTJmzSLFuml8c9YXtJc05Y-Y9ipwOX-E9XMHHMMfWnVP-UvlD_hAYLHHI9YWRXb0sfR/s640/blogger-image-1478664957.jpg"></a></div>Just some chickens in my backyard. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAn0tS2-Z0BaXN7kYOWjbYUIbpkjAjsvVuIR1xs-FUnoRmr9rnSNiHHgWdV-lu6FID0UdMkykHkLAXHnZlErTszkcr4YI2BKmi_xppXBHVh8qadrQRz4TeDwJOjkQqhoNaioBIAS5VNqeA/s640/blogger-image-543518904.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAn0tS2-Z0BaXN7kYOWjbYUIbpkjAjsvVuIR1xs-FUnoRmr9rnSNiHHgWdV-lu6FID0UdMkykHkLAXHnZlErTszkcr4YI2BKmi_xppXBHVh8qadrQRz4TeDwJOjkQqhoNaioBIAS5VNqeA/s640/blogger-image-543518904.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">(<i>Caption withheld)</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOaps9dO8nEAjOVZ-4rgihuBAPeRn7Mcr4uurDSILTWi8HeWVGd2ArPSSKZh2GJ6us4njUECgPm1yttgAVGIe4vIEnODh6hNeyuPPLXsUGBzRF93RQuvufZhXnnqJtTglp-KhYg-nfg0-X/s640/blogger-image-479296228.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOaps9dO8nEAjOVZ-4rgihuBAPeRn7Mcr4uurDSILTWi8HeWVGd2ArPSSKZh2GJ6us4njUECgPm1yttgAVGIe4vIEnODh6hNeyuPPLXsUGBzRF93RQuvufZhXnnqJtTglp-KhYg-nfg0-X/s640/blogger-image-479296228.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Didn't know there was a need for this, yet it exists. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMvbUUe68UtkDr1YyKxmt5-31Ko4g6-Xyua_Fav7kMUEcaReRlY_VMDpaKVQBp3p2j-1-eVpP7Zp97GGnTijtXS7vQqCj7OZuoH4VoEhmxIZ5et3hVOkdPFFDZIsEBk5WjjK8G9vVN7078/s640/blogger-image--1131853009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs296DKy0XLqA5ZLOqsylwMQABkiUqpjz8JU5b2NFOcUOUIxZZxmQm6rPJjtjdK2q6wwXAFPsWAsPnPjxve6U5BVnVSY2OLPE4VaLg_MCVFsSXDcN2tB48yE8x5lqhQJETHdWAqgR0E18k/s640/blogger-image-663344678.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs296DKy0XLqA5ZLOqsylwMQABkiUqpjz8JU5b2NFOcUOUIxZZxmQm6rPJjtjdK2q6wwXAFPsWAsPnPjxve6U5BVnVSY2OLPE4VaLg_MCVFsSXDcN2tB48yE8x5lqhQJETHdWAqgR0E18k/s640/blogger-image-663344678.jpg"></a></div><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMvbUUe68UtkDr1YyKxmt5-31Ko4g6-Xyua_Fav7kMUEcaReRlY_VMDpaKVQBp3p2j-1-eVpP7Zp97GGnTijtXS7vQqCj7OZuoH4VoEhmxIZ5et3hVOkdPFFDZIsEBk5WjjK8G9vVN7078/s640/blogger-image--1131853009.jpg"></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">These I found while browsing the interwebs the last few days. The one with the boy and chicken I have as my wallpaper on my phone. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhChU9fmMht5b9OBf1iAEEyqlvVeoYfJUXKSADtRoQ6iSBdJ1W1nch7-WnqOXLWl9CQn5yhrTk2WH_8C8klaGx5BVGiq_SLcCaRiZASFLqbCGdR1Cy7uGZqkJOyGrmaK1Cdga4OUahsNm0u/s640/blogger-image--259486971.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhChU9fmMht5b9OBf1iAEEyqlvVeoYfJUXKSADtRoQ6iSBdJ1W1nch7-WnqOXLWl9CQn5yhrTk2WH_8C8klaGx5BVGiq_SLcCaRiZASFLqbCGdR1Cy7uGZqkJOyGrmaK1Cdga4OUahsNm0u/s640/blogger-image--259486971.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEMsSYMmksGkmNVsWB6bOOTqmbbcDQ-oUeIOdxhIpy6kJqPRq-P0EvwEFx22r8ltpeAN5yZR77wnpIP4VmVCUtmvk_4I7pVBpBePcaNIYNqlJgNUaFIOf_UsWaigsPglxlbWc3qv3NLL2c/s640/blogger-image-616497446.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEMsSYMmksGkmNVsWB6bOOTqmbbcDQ-oUeIOdxhIpy6kJqPRq-P0EvwEFx22r8ltpeAN5yZR77wnpIP4VmVCUtmvk_4I7pVBpBePcaNIYNqlJgNUaFIOf_UsWaigsPglxlbWc3qv3NLL2c/s640/blogger-image-616497446.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGCFPk0xpIezJVFAMpJyjvC1m-47ikPcrznl5zTQBkkAzA-hfdnLzfLqFhWEMJzfpVR5XjqvZowuKI8rKdW-0qmISKNRLasuZsO9EE3s74dEhK8rIb51VY8gyro3fulBXJWzGlNpJP4EN_/s640/blogger-image--10737970.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGCFPk0xpIezJVFAMpJyjvC1m-47ikPcrznl5zTQBkkAzA-hfdnLzfLqFhWEMJzfpVR5XjqvZowuKI8rKdW-0qmISKNRLasuZsO9EE3s74dEhK8rIb51VY8gyro3fulBXJWzGlNpJP4EN_/s640/blogger-image--10737970.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5HtldiQkk2xDQtF8m8FPDJ0y1df2ZcTo5WgD4OC6zVuaOHjSqg4Fxoj9JR9WkghwmhhqabRyEooai0hgzeaRFkYrjUPsQbjFRdxKfZzBZ9ra6ry5l7HBJsYFWyGL8fi6UyTsQO9u9xJ8S/s640/blogger-image-794124229.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5HtldiQkk2xDQtF8m8FPDJ0y1df2ZcTo5WgD4OC6zVuaOHjSqg4Fxoj9JR9WkghwmhhqabRyEooai0hgzeaRFkYrjUPsQbjFRdxKfZzBZ9ra6ry5l7HBJsYFWyGL8fi6UyTsQO9u9xJ8S/s640/blogger-image-794124229.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv6RyQ2v-O7NtBxjOlD2Qvj7Uvi_D42pIETeeJFrnJQZ8SVH2dgYfCL7ahIkdfQlsgS3YSyFaXhA2VyxD70ZesMQe9GOvuRYXQLGoWnDiuHhyphenhyphenvKj52Y4WK0swh-U35XkiFPih0xs6jfGMT/s640/blogger-image-906877252.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv6RyQ2v-O7NtBxjOlD2Qvj7Uvi_D42pIETeeJFrnJQZ8SVH2dgYfCL7ahIkdfQlsgS3YSyFaXhA2VyxD70ZesMQe9GOvuRYXQLGoWnDiuHhyphenhyphenvKj52Y4WK0swh-U35XkiFPih0xs6jfGMT/s640/blogger-image-906877252.jpg"></a></div><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5HtldiQkk2xDQtF8m8FPDJ0y1df2ZcTo5WgD4OC6zVuaOHjSqg4Fxoj9JR9WkghwmhhqabRyEooai0hgzeaRFkYrjUPsQbjFRdxKfZzBZ9ra6ry5l7HBJsYFWyGL8fi6UyTsQO9u9xJ8S/s640/blogger-image-794124229.jpg"></div>roughneckturtle/Jeff C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16722449738122036517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2741425191617803379.post-63320256270914289412014-07-15T01:32:00.001-05:002014-07-15T01:42:47.022-05:00Do We Sweat While Swimming...I came up with that question a few months ago, and it got me wondering about a lot of things (more so than I already do) about life and our planet. Some goofy things, some serious, some I wonder if anybody has ever put serious thought into. For an example, the how we got here and why conversation that started when we first learned to think. Beside, the whole creation versus evolution versus transplanted issue. I wonder if dogs wonder how they got here. How about my chickens and ducks. Dolphins. Apes and monkeys. How far does their thought process go. Do they believe in any god. If not, will they go to hell. Do plants dream. I know that'll bring up that they don't have brains, so they can't dream or think. But, neither do jellyfish or corals. So, how do they know what to do. Instinct you say. How can instinct have any more a part of life than thought if there is no brain. Do plants have souls or a conscious. <div><br></div><div>Now back to the how we got here debate. Notice I mentioned transplanted. How do we know it was either creation or evolution, when this obvious third option should be explored and debated in depth just as the other two are. Or, hell how about a fourth, that we just popped into existence out of nowhere. Not created, evoulted or transplanted. Just like a mini Big Bang, poof here's some humans... And a walrus, because fuck it, why not. How do we know for absolut sure that we're the most advanced civilization that's ever lived on this planet. What makes us so arrogant that we believe that we're the most advanced beings to have ever existed, here or anywhere. </div><div><br></div><div>While were on this general subject. If life originated in Africa, then why am I white. Now, I know that the very dark skinned people of Africa is an evolutionary trait from being out in the extreme sun and heat. But, as history has shown, the oldest races on Earth have fairly dark skin. Take the people of the Middle East, they definitely don't have white skin, more of a deep tan. Even going by the bible and using the Jewsih people as an example, they have fairly tanned skin. Having light skin such as I do seems like a evolutionary disadvantage. Yea, I know darker skinned people are at higher risk for certain cancers and still get sun burned. But, besides that white skin only helps you blend in with the snow, if you're naked. I have a hard time believing that skin got lighter because we started migrating north to Europe and northern Asia. Therefore to colder climates and had to bundle up to keep warm. Mainly because if you compare the clothing that people wear in the Middle East and all along the equator with that of the people in the most northern parts of the world. You will notice that they both are pretty well completely covered up, and have dressed like that for centuries. Although for different reasons. </div><div><br></div><div>Why couldn't there have been different colonies of humans come about at the same time on different parts of the globe. Mabe we're all hybrids. Just like mules and most hybrids are infirtle for the most part. But, every now and again you may have one pop up fertile. And, if that happens enough, you can have a whole new species that can reproduce with the combined characteristics of the original parents. That's some true evolutionary shit there. Not only do we have a new species of animal, we have combined traits from the two parent species. Most likely developing an all together better animal. </div><div><br></div><div>I have plenty more to say on all of these subjects, but my time has run out for the now. </div><div><br></div><div>Now, I'm sure people have thought of this stuff before. And, they may have seriously considered the thought. But, my biggest question is why would any of these theories be rejected for any reason. By science or the general populace. Because it can't be proven religiously or scientifically. When neither science nor religions has proven to be absolut in the past. Just think of what we think they believed in ancient Egypt, Rome, and Greece. Many gods and flat earths. Who's to say that we weren't created by God. Who's to say we didn't evolve. Who's to say that we didn't colonize the earth from another planet and just lost the history. Who's to say plants don't think. Who's to say you don't sweat while swimming. </div>roughneckturtle/Jeff C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16722449738122036517noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2741425191617803379.post-23640226363762373122014-07-13T22:08:00.001-05:002014-07-13T22:08:45.775-05:00Just Wondering......Do we sweat while swimming.<div><br></div><div>...Were there claustrophobic cave men.</div><div><br></div><div>...What if they were scared of the dark.</div><div><br></div><div>...Who looked at a snail and said, "I wonder what that tastes like".</div><div><br></div><div>...If his friend said, "I bet it's crunchy".</div><div><br></div><div>...Do you still call it a six shooter if it only holds five rounds. (Five shooter just sounds wrong)</div><div><br></div><div>...Why were they called Musketeers when they carried rapiers.</div><div><br></div><div>...Why do people say, "I'm going to take a bath" when all they have is a shower.</div><div><br></div><div>...What people expect to do with their guns after they run out of ammunition during the zombie apocalypse.</div><div><br></div><div>...Or for that fact, what's their back up plan after they run out of ammo.</div><div><br></div><div>...How many times the world has ended, and we just haven't been privy to it.</div><div><br></div><div>...What chickens are like in the wild.</div><div><br></div><div>...Who saw a kind of roundish kind of ovalish thing fall out of a chickens butt, and wondered what it would taste like. </div><div><br></div><div>...If it was the same guy as the snail.</div>roughneckturtle/Jeff C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16722449738122036517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2741425191617803379.post-58494478946503906132014-04-25T05:42:00.001-05:002014-04-25T05:42:58.450-05:00Is Ghost Singing An Epidemic?Ghost singing, the act of singing melodies for another artist as that artist. Similar to ghost writing. (Not Ghost Riding). There have been numerous reports of artists "ghost singing" as other artists. And, the reasons have varied widely from other obligations and family trauma to just plain not being able to sing. This this has reportedly been practiced for decades, having someone who sounds close to the original artist sing on a couple tracks due to sore throat or illness. But, things have started to get out of hand. Recently a prominent hip hop artist became sick during their tour and had a person of Mexican decent take the stage for him. Most of the audience was fooled, but a few members of the audience was suspicious because Dr. Lil' Dogg Cainz didn't seem to have his usual flow. On another occasion the famous metal group, Killer Katapillars had the one of the singers of the lesser known pop duo, Sweater Vest Boies fill in for a few shows in Germany. But, the most blatant in my opinion was when Justin McCreedy and the Loney Cat Blues Band had Miranda Underwood fill in on the title track to their new album, <i>Sure Beats Beatin' a Rug On Monday</i>. Personally, I'm a fan of a lot if these bands and artists. And there's plenty more out there doing this. But, this really needs to stop. Do you think Frank Martin ever had Sammy Sinatra Jr. fill in for him because of sore throat? Or The Artist Formerly Known as Archbishop using Mitchell Jackson to run a song through the recording grinder? (Although that may have worked). With what I've recently learned I won't say no, but I sure hope not. <div><br></div><div>Next week, Ghost Politicin'</div>roughneckturtle/Jeff C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16722449738122036517noreply@blogger.com0Ninnekah Ninnekah34.945503 -97.926721tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2741425191617803379.post-60610539841950589942013-10-12T12:12:00.001-05:002013-10-12T12:12:24.873-05:00So, the Government is shut down... Kinda...The radio station's morning show I usually listen to on the way to work has been talking about this Government shut down and asked listeners to email them with how it was affecting them, if it was. They received numerous emails on the subject, but weren't flooded according to them. They have read a couple or three a day and it would seem that the people that make this country run are the ones being laid off while the people that bicker, bitch and argue are still getting paid for not doing a damn thing. Also, on a side note, besides the fact that they can't come to an agreement on the budget for various reasons, they set different policies for themselves than they do for the citizens they're suppose to be representing. Personally, I'm voting for whoever isn't in office right now, I don't care if I agree with my congressman or not, I'm not voting for him in the next election. I think that they should have term limits, and salary caps. Although I think that if the people really like who represents them, they should be allowed to run again after they've been out of office for a while, the President included. I also, believe that when their terms are up, their retirement pay should be diminished, just like everyone else in the country. Make them adhere to the policies they set for everybody else. Just like with Social Security, when you retire and get your SSI from the government and it's will be approximately two-thirds to three-quarters of what your average monthly earnings were. Granted, they're suppose to use the three years of highest earnings for that average, but there's no account for inflation or cost of living. Now, I know not everybody has to live of SSI, but a lot of people do. That's why we have the term, "Limited income". But, I digress, this government shutdown has affected many people and I empathize with them, I understand how hard it is to live when your income is cut off or diminished. Work is hard to come by with the economy the way it is right now, the news, analysts, and government are saying it's in a recovery stage, but I had been looking for work since September of 2011, didn't get hardly even a call back until March of this year, and it was a shitty job. I didn't get a sustainable job until about two months ago, and the pay is no where near what I'm used to, but it pays the bills and offers me more freedom. But, our congressmen and representatives are still getting paid, I believe they should forgo their pay until they get a budget in place and get the people that had to be laid off because of it back to work. These guys make hundreds of thousands of dollars a year, just on their government pay, not to include the millions they already had and make in the private sector. Most of those guys didn't just rise up the ranks because they were excellent Mayors and Governors, it was because they already had the money to run million dollar campaigns and get their names out there and bash their opponents. I think that we should have just normal people in congress, people that actually work for a living and know what it's like to live under the rules they set. Instead we have politicians that their job now is to just make rules, and they have the habit of making rules for them different than the ones they make for themselves.roughneckturtle/Jeff C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16722449738122036517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2741425191617803379.post-44529243265502839772013-09-28T09:46:00.000-05:002013-09-28T09:46:22.802-05:00That's LifeWell, as we all know... Life sucks... sometimes. Well, I have found that out of the darkness comes the light. And, even though I am thrice divorced, and in a rebuilding position, things always work out. About four months ago, I moved to Eastern Oklahoma, near Lake Eufaula. (My childhood second home) I still have to gather up more furniture for my home, but I'm getting it piece by piece. Still don't have television yet, not sure if I'm going to get satellite or just stick with an antenna. I have no internet out there either, but I can get on a few sites with my phone, the main ones anyway - email and Craigslist. I'm also back to working in construction. So, things are looking up. Y'all take it easy.roughneckturtle/Jeff C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16722449738122036517noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2741425191617803379.post-81288865783525090752013-09-15T13:07:00.002-05:002013-09-15T13:07:48.237-05:00It's been a while...Well, it's been a day or two since I've been on here or even able to. Since then, I have moved to Eastern Oklahoma, near Lake Eufaula. Back to working in construction remodeling homes and businesses. And, working on getting a small farm going in the next year or two.roughneckturtle/Jeff C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16722449738122036517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2741425191617803379.post-51712831940428795892013-03-20T09:57:00.001-05:002013-03-20T09:57:40.608-05:00The Truth<div style="text-align: center;">
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roughneckturtle/Jeff C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16722449738122036517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2741425191617803379.post-5529860367045134002013-03-11T09:40:00.000-05:002013-03-11T09:40:48.437-05:00Foul! You Win!I'm not much of a basketball fan although I did play in fifth grade. And, I enjoy playing, just hanging around shooting the ball around, throw in a nice game of H.O.R.S.E. or Around the World in there and that's just fine and dandy with me. But, I never much cared to watch it. And, if I do watch a game I'd rather be in the stands than in my chair. Same with baseball, golf, racing, and pretty much every other sport that isn't football or hockey. And, I have to be in the mood to even watch them anymore. But, since my youngest daughter started playing basketball, and my oldest started Junior High Cheer, and playing softball. I've been to a lot more games than I would normally attend. And, I love to watch them and their teams play. But, that's just the Dad thing, I know it wouldn't make me any difference how the team did, if they weren't playing. And, after watching the end of the Indiana/Michigan game last night, it reminded me of a game between our Junior High boys at home a few months back. I thought it was bullshit then and I thought it was bullshit last night. <br />
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When I turned on to the game, there wasn't but a couple or three minutes left on the clock and Indiana was down by a few shots. They had plenty of time to come back, but for nearly every basket they made, Michigan came back down the court and answered it. And, it was a good game, I actually got into it, even though I'm not a fan of either team in any sport. But, I do like to watch a good game regardless of who's playing. That is I enjoyed it until they got down under the minute mark and Indiana was still down by eight points or so. And, then every damn time Michigan got the ball back after Indiana scored, Indiana would foul them to send them to the line and stop the clock. Now, I don't know when that shit became a strategy but I believe it's cheap and very unsportsman. If you have to bend the rules to win, stay the hell home. This reminded me of the Junior High Boys game earlier this year because their opponent's in that game did the exact same thing. They were down by a few goals, and did the "Foul as a play" strategy on our guys. That let Indiana win the Big Ten Championship over Michigan because they resorted to dirty plays. And, it's bullshit, no matter who's doing it. I would have though the same if it had been our boys doing the fouling, in fact I would have left the game. And, then proceeded to tell the coach how I thought it was cheap and pussified. That's basically what you're saying when you resort to tactics like that, <br />
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<strong><u><em>"I'm to big a puss to admit or accept I have been defeated."</em></u></strong><br />
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roughneckturtle/Jeff C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16722449738122036517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2741425191617803379.post-22606784614473462172013-03-10T09:00:00.000-05:002013-03-10T09:00:05.651-05:00More Projects<div align="center">
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I bought some more chickens last weekend, two breeding pairs of <a href="http://www.malaysianseramabantams.com/" target="_blank">Seramas</a>, originating out of Malaysia, and a White <a href="http://www.mypetchicken.com/chicken-breeds/Cochin-B30.aspx" target="_blank">Cochin</a> rooster, of Chinese origin. I really wasn't planning on buying any chickens until later this spring, but I just happened upon these on the way out of Atwoods parking lot here in town. They had the Seramas out with them, and Emily asked if they had anymore for sale beside the two pair they had there, and the lady said she only had a White Cochin at home for sale at the moment, and that's when I really got interested because she was only asking about half of what those normally go for around here. That, and momma had been wanting one since we went to Newcastle, Oklahoma to buy some barbwire from this guy. They had a Black Cochin, that basically lived inside their house, and she fell in love with their feathered legs. And, I have been on the hunt for a nice looking one ever since. Also, the lady had been showing the Cochin at livestock shows, and he was bread to be a show chicken. So, that raises his worth almost four fold.</div>
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I've been building coops for them nearly all week, there were a couple of days I didn't get to work on them all day, because of family obligations and job interviews, which I officially have a job now. But, I have two of the coops done, and another about a third done, and I will build one more like this one I'm working on, because I like this design better than the first A-frame coop I built. Same basic design and concept, just wider and lower with easier access to everything. Learn from your mistakes I say. The two A-frame coops I'm working on now will be about the same size as the yard portion of the big coop with the external hut, but with the hut built in the top like the narrow A-frame I build first. I love the A-frame design, it allows for maximum ground space for them for forage through the grass, provides adequate nesting space that is raised like the chickens need to feel safe, and yet it is still compact and easy to move around. Although I don't have wheels on any of these, I can easily pick up and move them around where ever I want, which would be made easier if I added some hardcloth to the bottoms so I wouldn't have to remove the chickens when I move the coops. But, I would just as soon go through the trouble of gathering up the chickens rather than have them walking on the hardcloth wires, this gives them a more natural grazing area. </div>
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The chickens weren't in bad health, but they did show signs of neglect and over population for the area they had been kept in. The Cochin looked the best of the three, and he looks ten times better now than he did a week ago when we got him, I suppose he got the better treatment since they had been showing him. The other four were missing a few feathers and the vanes were gone from the feather shafts on their wing tips. So, I've been giving them heavy supplements of calcium in their food. Plus giving them treats high in protein and calcium, which has helped tremendously. But, they're still recovering. If they had been in real bad shape, I wouldn't have bothered with them, but they showed good energy and nice muscle structure. And, the didn't have signs of any other aliments or disease. As with any animal, you have to know what to look for when buying them. Some things can be a simple fix, like the calcium deficiency, others can almost be a lost cause and end up costing more time and money that if you had just passed and spent more on a better looking animal. With chickens, pay special attention to their <a href="http://keep-hens-raise-chickens.com/anatomy-of-a-chicken" target="_blank">combs and wattles, feet and legs, beak, eyes and their vents/cloaca</a>. Those are the areas where you can find signs of sickness or disease. If you have any doubts, walk away from the purchase without a second thought. It's better to spend double on a good health animal, than to spend thrice on a sick one. Personally, I'm still learning what to look for; what's good, what's bad, and what's acceptable. So, I'm not an authority in any way. But, do your research and learn everything you can about the animal you plan to buying.</div>
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Now for the pictures.<br />
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roughneckturtle/Jeff C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16722449738122036517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2741425191617803379.post-74995549727987122072013-02-14T13:21:00.001-06:002013-02-14T13:21:50.877-06:00Valentines Day 2013<div align="center">
Well, it's Valentines Day. Hope y'all remembered to get your significant other something nice and sweet. A lot of people complain about how commercialized holidays are, and well, yea, they are. Some exceedingly so. But, you can't blame a man for trying to make a buck or millions. I know I have been trying that for the last twenty years. </div>
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My wife asked for a juicer the other day, so I went to the store and got one for her. She said she would consider that her Valentine gift, since I picked up a card while I was there. Yup, I gave her the card that evening. But, I had also ordered her another gift and card that had yet to arrive at that time. I found it on one of my favorite comic sites, <a href="http://explosm.net/" target="_blank">Explosm.net home of Cyanide & Happiness</a>. Cyanide & Happiness happens to be one of my favorite comics on the web or anywhere, along with <a href="http://www.thepocalypse.com/" target="_blank">The Pocalypse</a> and <a href="http://www.loadingartist.com/2013/02/14/valentines-card/" target="_blank">Loading Artist</a>, which has a wonderful comic up today. They had a promotion on their plushies with a card, so I decided that was what my wife needed. Which she got a couple days ago when it came in.</div>
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From what I can tell, <a href="http://store.explosm.net/http://store.explosm.net/collections/plushies" target="_blank">green and blue</a> are the only colors they offer normally, so it seems that the red ones were just promotional for Valentines day. Hell, I can't even find the post where I ordered it from. Anyway, she loved it. And, these things are huge, that head is about six inches across. But, they're cool as hell. May get the others to complete the collection.</div>
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She, got me a damn big Reese's heart, a damn big card, this thing is huge (I mean measured in feet not inches huge), a laser level that I'd been looking at for months, and her love. All of which I appreciate and cherish.</div>
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Happy Valentines Day people of the human persuasion.</div>
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