10:30 at night. In line at McDonalds because I was requested to pick up a Filet O Fish for a pregnant woman. In a good mood. Make the order, and pull around. And lo and behold what do I see?

I am watching a 2 to 3 month old baby, being lifted out of it's carseat, and being handed to a young girl (by young, I mean late teens, to early twenties). I am assuming the hander was the mother. The girl, was probably a friend or something. These folks were all white (in total, by the time I left, there were four of them, three females, and one male) Then the mother waddles her fat ass into the restaurant with another friend.

For starters, my first quandry is: What in the hell are you doing with your baby out at 10:30 at night? Being a father myself, I can understand the occasional late night drive, to help the baby sleep. But hanging out in a McDonald's parking lot? WTF?

The young friend, is holding the baby, and I end up noticing a male sitting in the driver's seat. The whole time, the girl, smartly enough, pulls a blanket out of the carseat, and wraps the baby in it. Points for the girl, for having the foresight to do that. But take those points away for the way the girl was talking. "You gonna be like daddy" (think ebonics slant here....) She was speaking, in what I like to call "Blackinese". You know, where all your friends are either "Girl" or "Homey" - but you and your friend are white. Y'all know what I'm talking about.

So apparently the male in the car seat is the father of said child. Now, for starters, why in the hell, did this **** decide to keep sitting in the damn car, NOT watching his kid. In my own experience, I trusted NOBODY when they were holding my kid - no matter the maternal or paternal instincts or experience of the holder. But yet, this jerkoff is sitting in the car, apparently waiting on fatass.

The entire time in line - about ten minutes, and then I finally see fatass waddle back out of the restaurant, with her friend behind her. Both of them hold no food, but each of them hold one drink cup.

You're kidding me, right? Nope. I'm not. One stinkin cup of Coke or something. Took em ten minutes to get, while daddy sits on his lazy ass in the car, and "girlfriend" is holding the kid.

For starters, this goes to show what the hell is wrong with kids today. You decide, "well, I'm going to go and hang out with my friends" and decide "Well, what the hell, I'll take my newborn with me." WTF. No matter what age you are, there are just certain times in which you shouldn't have a child outside the home. I can only see having a kid in your accompaniment if you are doing one of a few things:

1) Traversing either from or to a family member's house
2) Family emergency - (And not because your home-dawg Ned got into a fight with his girlfriend)
3) Traversing either from or to a babysitter's house.

Any other reason is just stupid. And what kind of father just sits on his ass while his kid is being held by his (or mama's) friend? Get your bi7ch ass outta the car! And Mama: What in the hell would take you so damn long to get a stinkin Coke????

I mean, WTF in general? What the hell is wrong with people - I just don't F'in get it... GAH!

I need a smoke......

After fighting Tv.com here, and because I just don't feel like friggin ranting right now, here is the first chapter from the story that I had wrote a while ago - entitled The Journey To Boar's Town. One of the first adventures of the UFICRATT...


One day in the UFICRATT Complex Lieutenant Commander Jackson Harris, a Gray Squirrel from what used to be Scotland was monitoring radio signals coming from the Empire of Humanity. Amidst radio chatter from one battalion to the next something came in that didn’t sound like Empire Troops.
“....working right? Hmmm........(Loud crack of static).....that should about do it. Ah, ...stand by for an important announcement!”
Harris immediately hit the record button on the tape used for recording radio signals. This didn’t sound like the usual Empire radio use.
“Well, it’s not all that important.” The radio signal began. “I just thought you might like to know, anyone who’s listening anyway, that I finally managed to solve the
problem of all those animal mutations. Might also be a defense against the big Death....Hmm...That doesn’t sound right, does it? Maybe I’d better start at the
beginning...
“Long before the Death started I was a young and enthusiastic scien...What? You idiot! I’m Doctor Wilbur Vincent of course, do you think I’ve forgotten? Oh right! I
should tell them, of course. Sorry, let me start over...My name is Doctor Lance Vincent and I started working in bio-chemistry and genetics during the big economic boom of....
Why do you keep interrupting me? Of course I’m getting to the point. I always speak straight to the point. On class evaluations, my students always said....What? Only 40
seconds of air time left? Hurry up? How can I tell about the solution to the mutant problem in only 40 seconds? You incompetent machine, you’ll never get that right!
Here, Let me just......(Crack!)”
Harris immediately triangulated where the signal came from. The machine whirred for a second and came up with the answer of Boston, now called Boar’s Town.
“Too bad we don’t have any satellites.” Harris grumbled to himself. He hit the stop button on the recorder and hit the communications pad to his left.
“Go ahead” came the voice of Vice Admiral Toshi Urhawl.
“Admiral, I think we got something we might want to check out here sir.” Harris reported.
“On my way,” said Urhawl.
Five minutes later a rather flustered looking man, followed by a mutant donkey walk in the doorway to the small, machine filled room. Three steps behind them was a serious looking mutant dog with a shining pistol strapped to his side.
“I hope I didn’t catch you at a bad time, Admiral” Harris said looking at Toshi.
“I was on the phone with President Thana Foxwin. She was babbling on about some strange radio signal that her military hooked onto.” Urhawl replied.
“Was it this one sir?” Harris hit the playback button on the recorder, and the message played.
After listening Toshi stepped back and looked at his two followers. “That’s it, all right” he said. “Robert, can you and Admiral Fourpaw here assemble the troops in the
war room? We’ve been asked by the Cardanian government to investigate this.”
“Yes sir.” Vice Admiral Robert Barstow replies. “Yes sir.” Admiral Derrick Fourpaw seconds. Fourpaw, a mutant dog, short in stature, but big in command, turned around and hit the alert klaxon.
“Attention all personnel. This is Admiral Fourpaw. This is not a drill. Report to the war room in five minutes. I repeat, five minutes. Out” Fourpaw drills out into the comm pad.
“Sir, I got it triangulated down to the Boar’s Town Area.” Harris says.
“Good job Commander. Put it on a hard copy and get it to the war room please.”
Urhawl says to Harris as he walks out the room. “You heard Mr. Fourpaw, Five minutes.”
“Yes, sir.” Harris responds.
Five minutes later, the war room is a bustling place. There is laughter, and voices raised so loud above the clamor that it almost sounds like yelling. The room itself is
styled in the old executive conference rooms with the solid oak, long oval table, and oak chairs with black upholstery on them. The walls are filled with old pictures of a building
with the letters F.B.M.C. on it and pictures, as well as newspaper stories with photos of people that half the modern UFICRATT had never heard of. One end of the room had a
large viewscreen and a slide machine at it. On the same table as the slide machine was also a tape recorder. Lieutenant Paulette Shawncoon was gazing at a picture of various
young agents. All female except for two males. “Boy do I miss those guys” she thought to herself. She was lost in thought when Vice Admirals Toshi Urhawl and Robert Barstow walked in.
“OK people, let’s settle down.” Barstow says loudly.
The group settles down and places themselves in chairs around the table. Toshi clears his throat.
“We have received a transmission coming from the Boar’s town area” Toshi starts.
The door to the war room bursts open and two disheveled soldiers walk in. “Nice of you to join us, Mr. Glomar and Ms. Turkmaude.” Toshi says while staring at them.
Lt. Commander Jim Glomar and Corporal Natalie Turkmaude jump into the nearest seats they could find. Jim steals a look at Paulette and sees her glaring at him in disgust.
“Ms. Shawncoon, settle down please, we have an important situation here.”
Barstow says in her direction. She looks at him as if she’s going to start crying and resumes looking at Toshi.
“Mr. Harris, your hard copy.” Toshi looks at Jackson Harris. Harris turns the
hard copy he had made over. Urhawl picks up the tape recorder on the table and places it
on the conference table. He places the tape in the recorder and hits the play button.
The message that Jackson listened to filled the room. When it was done Toshi hit the stop button and asks “Does anybody know what this means?” Nobody responded.
Admiral Fourpaw raised his hand. Corporal Ginger Gettson raised her hand as well.
“Ms. Gettson,” Toshi looks at her with a nod.
“It means that if the Empire gets their hands on this guy, we can all say good-bye to being alive, basically.” She said.
“Correct,” Toshi responds. “Thank you.”
“We need to find out who this guy is, and what he knows.” Urhawl says sternly towards the group. “Mr. Harris, please tell us where you found out this message was from.” Toshi asks.
Harris stood up and produced some topographical maps of the area. “It appears to have come from within fifty square miles of Boar’s Town, Sir” Harris lights up the
viewer. He places the maps on top of them, and encircles a large area around the Boar’s Town area.
“Is that the best you can do?” Urhawl asks.
“Unfortunately, sir, yes. Without a satellite, this is the best I can get from the Comm Room.”
“Robert, can you go give a call to Samantha Winger at the Freedom Station and
find out if she can get any better?” Toshi asks Barstow.
“I’ll go take care of that right now.” Barstow replies as he walks out of the room.
“Mr. Houdak, what can you tell us what we might be up against?” Toshi asks Unit Commander Jerry Houdak.
“Well sir, the Boar’s Town area is blocked off by the Wolf Barbarians. They don’t seem to care for much anybody else, but their intense hatred of the Empire of
Humanity could be a possible negotiating point. The seem to like us, but since we’re ‘sou-the-ners’ we still don’t rate too high on their A-List. I don’t see them as a potential
problem. They are mainly interested in stopping humans, but I’ve heard and seen them stop mutants as well.”
“OK, good, continue” Toshi says.
“Boar’s town itself is heavily damaged. It took alot of punishment during the big Death. I’ve been there myself and it’s amazing even to me how anything could survive
there. There are radiation fields, and bandits all over the place, in and around Boar’s Town. But the big problem is from, like I had said, The Wolf Barbarians. They are
ruthless and crazed fighters, hence their name. They pillage and loot at the drop of a hat. All of the small communities usually end up paying some sort of homage for their,
ahem,” Houdak clears his throat, “protection, sir.”
“Ms. Fukami, how is the terrain that way?” Toshi turns and asks Corporal Dawn Fukami. Dawn is the second youngest of the UFICRATT, but is one of the sweetest girls
he ever knew. Toshi knows that she has been through alot though. When the FBMC time warped here, and they started exploring and negotiating with countries all around
the world, she had lost alot of her friends in some of those skirmishes. “Jesus, what it must be like to have absolutely no one left to care for you, but yourself,” Toshi had
thought at several times. He had taken it upon himself to care for the young girl almost as if she was his daughter. Toshi himself had never married, and had always thought of
his job and his morals as his mistress. He has himself convinced that he’s too busy for the thought of dating.
“It’s flat terrain if we keep to the west of the mountains.” She said. “As far as foreign countries go, we would go through the Plains of the Free Cattle, end up going through New Kennel, and even have to go through the Empire itself, that is, if we stuck to the ground. I’d seriously suggest flying there, sir.”
“Very well. Your suggestion is noted, Corporal.” Toshi says to her with a slight wink and a hint of a smile. He knows that the mutant porcupine cares very much, but doesn’t let it on that she does.

He pushed his mind from those thoughts, and turned towards Lieutenant Kit Macker. “Mr. Macker, Ms. Turkmaude, Mr. Houdak, Ms. Herrald, how are the APCs and the Combat Fighter doing?”
Kit Macker, looked at Toshi and said “All shipshape, sir.”
Lieutenant Commander Jackie Herrald, a mutant Rabbit, reports “the APCs and the Combat Fighter are in top condition. We have re-armored them all, fixed alot of the
dings and dents, re-loaded the weapons, and made them in tip top fighting order, sir.”
“Good, thank you, Ms. Herrald. Does anybody have any questions so far?” Toshi asks to the crowd.
“What about Empire of Humanity forces? What kind of response can we expect from them?” Technical Sergeant Harpy Keetsur, mutant Lorikeet, asks.
“Mr. Krille,” Toshi turns the question over.
“Well sir, I don’t really know. If they heard it, and I’m sure they did, they’ll probably send out an armada of their best 2XD armored troops.” Richard Krille responded.
The mention of the 2XD’s sent a murmur across the room. “When I was in the Empire’s military, I had heard something about a Mobile Exploration Vehicle being built
in the works. I don’t really know if that’s true or not. I had left there and joined the UFICRATT before I could really find out. If there are 2XD’s, you can bet on them just being armed with the typical Ion blasters. And those things, they’ll leave a nice hole in ya! They may even throw in a couple Type 1’s. And I’m sure you know, you don’t want to mess with those things.” He said with a smirk.
“They may have some of their Saber-15s flying around for air support, and maybe some LC-12 helicopters, and even a few 35-H tanks for additional support. I’m sure that if the Empire is serious about finding this guy, they’ll throw everything they got at it.” Rick continued.
“So we more than likely have a rough road ahead?” Toshi asks.
“As much as I’d like to say no, I can’t sir.”
“Very well, thank you Mr. Krille.” Toshi says just as Vice Admiral Barstow walks back in the door.
“Mr. Barstow, what did Sam have to say?” Toshi asks.
Robert pulls out a map of the Boar’s Town area, and encircles the town itself.
“She triangulated the signal right into downtown Boar’s Town. However there is bad news. It seems as though everyone has heard the message. She was telling me that she’s
seen Empire Troop activity heading out that way, mass concentrations of Wolf Barbarians, hell, even New Kennel’s sending scouts. She’s even seen movement from
N’Yak, and Bird Island.” Robert reports.
“Anything from the Plains?” Toshi asks.
“She didn’t report anything.” Robert replies.
“Are we clear on what we need to do here, everybody?” Toshi asks to the group.
The group gathered around the conference table look amongst themselves and chime in unison “YES, SIR!”
“Mr. Fourpaw, explain to everybody what this mission entails, please.” Toshi demands.
“Sir, the objective of this mission is to find the sender of the transmission. We are to find out who he is, where’s he’s from, and what he knows.” Derrick answers.
“Correct. You are to bring him back to UFICRATT Headquarters, ALIVE. We need to keep him alive for questioning from the Cardanian Government.” Toshi states.
“Mr. Paxton, you are to stay in the Combat Fighter, Ms. Turkmaude, I want you to fly it there, drop the APC, and dust off.” Toshi commanded. “Ms. Shawncoon, you are
to stay in the APC. I need my doctor to stay alive. Mr. Houdak, you are to drive the APC to Boar’s Town from where the Combat Fighter drops you, then relinquish it to Mr.
Macker. Then you will team up with Ms. Herrald, Ms. Gettson, Mr. Glomar, and Mr. Keetsur, and find the person who transmitted this.”
“Mr. Fourpaw,” Toshi began, “you are to team up with Mr. Grant, Ms. Fukami, Mr. Harris, Mr. Hawkey, Mr. Bradley, Ms. Kayrek, and Mr. Krille. I want your team to
provide cover for the search team. Is that understood?”
“Yes sir!” Derrick announced proudly.
“Very well, Mr. Houdak, are your orders understood?”
“Sir, yes sir!” Jerry Houdak responded.
“Very well. Teams, I wish you good luck. Mr. Barstow and I will remain here at the complex and await your reports. Godspeed, my friends. And if you find this person
and return him to here safely, you can rest assured there will be a celebration waiting.” With that last bit, Toshi walked out of the room.
“All right people, you heard the man, I wanna party! So get your asses moving!” Robert said loudly.
The crowd let out a cheer and headed out of the room. The grunts and commanders headed toward the Armory, while the drivers headed off to their respective
vehicles. Once the soldiers left, Robert looked at the door and said quietly “good luck, team. You’re going to need it.”

The controller from hell, I used to call it.  But two days after setting it up, I am starting to get used to it.  Halo 2 is the friggin WHIP!

heh heh, yet, I still have it on easy setting..  so I can get used to the controller without having my ass handed to me...

Yes, folks, I have joined the Xbox'ers...  The graphics in this machine are beautiful, the gameplay is smooth (still no match for the computer...), and it's easy to set the thing up, and take it down when needed.

I have been banished to the basement tv to play, which is okay...  I can deal with that - so that way when I yell at the tv, I won't wake up the kid, or the wife, as my usual playing time has been from 9pm, until usually about 3am....  

I have my eye on a game called Prey....   of course, it's another first person shooter... but I dig those kinds of games..  but if anyone can recommend a good game to check out, let me know.  Also, what do I need to do to play Xbox 360 games on the Xbox?  My wife told me that there is a converter, but the converter costs like a hundred bucks or so....  any ideas my fellow Xboxing nation???

Well, it's July 9th, and it's again my birthday. Happy birthday you say? Not quite.

On July 6th, my mother was over, because I was supposed to go to a portfolio workshop that I had joined. However, my writer called me and told me that she wouldn't be there, because she was feeling ill... Well, that was fine and dandy, so I cancelled it off, and ended up having an improptu dinner party with her and my daughter. However, while waiting for the pizza I had ordered, my mom noticed that our cat (CJ) was walking with a limp... I took a look, and he was indeed walking strangely.

To you cat owners out there, if you've ever moved when you had a cat, you know how they walk.. kind of hunched over, real low to the ground, very scared-like. That's how he was walking. Prior that day, he had thrown up some of his food once, and the night before, he had attacked a ribbon off of one of my daughters' gift bags (a red one, Elmo one...) so that morning, I had found two thrown up pieces of ribbon, no big deal - he's done it plenty of times before...

Anyways, he was walking funny - scared like. I thought nothing of it at first, because my daughter immediately took after him, yelling "KITTY!" like usual... so he bolts back downstairs to the basement like usual.

My wife comes home, and wants to give me my birthday gift. So, okay, I say fine (since I'm working on my actual birthday...) and she presents me with a brand spankin new Xbox with Halo 2. Happiest moment of my life. Then the cat shows up, and his "limp" has gone to a full lameness of the back legs. He's dragging one of his legs, and he really looks like he's in pain.

We both flip out. I knew he was walking scared-like, but later that evening - he was hurting..... bad. So we find a 24 hour animal hospital, call back over my mom to babysit (since anyone else local decided that they wouldn't help us... naturally - see the blog post two down.) and head out.

We get there, and they shoot some x-rays on him... Turns out, nothing is broken, but he has an enlarged heart - about 30% over normal. Apparently cats are susceptible to heart disease. He may have passed a blood clot, in the back part of his body, however, they can't give us a definitive answer. It could be a blood clot, it could be arthritic, it could be an orthopaedic injury - the doctor was saying that he had torn (ruptured, in their words) the ligament that attaches his right kneecap to his femur and all that. Problem was, was that when she was feeling it, he didn't meow, he didn't screech, he was silent. Apparently, that didn't hurt him. (mind you, this knee surgery that he may or may not have needed, would have cost us about 2000.00, which you'll see why we didn't do it, later in the story)

So, we take him home, attempt to feed him dinner, which he takes about two or three bites, and leaves the rest alone, so then we give him a painkiller for his knee that the doc prescribed. We grab him, head to bed for the night. We put a gate up at the top of the steps, so he can't get down, bring up his food and water dishes, and a big velour blanket that we have, for him to sleep on.

Of course, throughout the night, he vomits up the painkiller, as well as the three bites of food he had. And he manages to make it downstairs to, get this, sleep by my daughter's bedroom door, as was his usual place (Protector of the baby...).

We awaken at the usual time, on July 7th, and head downstairs to get Kaylee up, and going. CJ is is a very bad way this morning. He has a serious gait to his walk, his right leg is about immobile.... We come to the conclusion, that he was apparently in the process of passing a blood clot, because he just couldn't walk.... He would force himself to move. He had to lay down on the floor, to drink from his water dish. Then he forced himself to go downstairs in the basement, and lay in a corner, that was hidden. Needless to say, the minute he got downstairs, he threw up all the water he just drank.

My wife and I are feeling absolutely terrible right now. We know what we have to do - but how can you call and maintain your composure on the phone, when you're asking about killing a family member??? We decided to take him to the veterinarian where he had been checked up when he was born, where we got him declawed (front) and neutered, so we make an appointment for 1:10PM. (The **** on the phone was saying "I have a 11:40, 1:10, 1:30..." and so on - and I was aghast - "You mean what time do I want to kill my cat???" WTF?? How about being a little more compassionate lady...)

So the wife, daughter and I head into the basement, and just take our time, rubbing him, loving him up.... He's purring up a storm, but looks completely uncomfortable. We decided that his last few hours should be spent with us.. his family. We weren't going to leave him down there by himself.

The time comes. Shaunna (my wife) goes upstairs to get dressed, and I take Kaylee (my daughter) up to get her shoes on, since we have to take her with us.... nobody said they would babysit her... go figure. (again, see second down post...) I'm already dressed, and I go back downstairs to get CJ. He's laying in the corner, as tightly curled up as he could get, with his eyes closed... barely breathing. I thought for sure, he was gone already. But then he looked up at me, seriously groggy. I gather him up, wrap him in a blanket of ours (small one) and put him in the kitty carrier.

Needless to say, the rest of it is history. We took him to the veterinarian, and put him to sleep.

Don't ever let anyone tell you it isn't a hard thing to do. If you've never been in the room, when they inject the animal.... Nobody can explain how it feels to have your heart torn out. Literally torn out from your body.

Folks, it was the absolutely most painful thing I have ever had to do. The vet was good enough to give us some time before the injection, and afterwards. Both my wife and I are sobbing, and my daughter's saying "Bye Bye Kitty" while giving him little kisses and hugs....

CJ was just laying there, on the table, like he was trying to find a more comfortable position. And he was doing what's called "Posturing", which is when you have a blood clot, and it blocks off a certain side of your body, your head moves to the opposite side, and you have a tic.... When the doctor came in finally to examine him real quick, he was laying prone on the table, with his front paws and his head hanging over the side. and even after she left the room to go get the shot ready - he didn't move.

When you see that life force end, your whole world turns around.... CJ was my wife and I's first "baby" more or less. He was a gift to each other, after we got engaged. We had him since he was a 19 week old kitten. I loved the hell out of that cat, and so did my wife. Even as I write this, I'm crying, two days later. It takes a lot to get me to cry.... but the emotions I'm feeling, shouldn't have to be felt by anyone.

So for my birthday, I got to put a family member to sleep. It's the story of my life. X what??? Halo what??? It doesn't even matter anymore. Frankly, I'd give it all back, if I could, to get my cat back.

And to the naysayers who say "What's the big deal? It was only a cat?" I have two words..."F*** yourself."

All you pet owners out there... give your animal a big hug tonight. Because I won't be able to, anymore. And you never know when they're going to go. Because we sure as hell didn't. CJ was 8 and a half years old.

He was one of the brightest lights in our family. He acted like a dog, and would always be waiting at the door when one of us, or both, would come home from somewhere. He was excellent with Kaylee. She would get a little over-hyped with him, but he'd let her know. Usually a good swat on the hand, or head would tell her to back off... But whenever she went into a crying fit, whether it be because she hurt herself, or was just attitudy, he was there - every night, he would sit and meow while me or mama would read her, her bedtime story. He was absolutely perfect with her.

His favorite food was Sliced Beef In Gravy. He even would sit there and watch TV with me and/or the wife, sometimes.

He was also the cat who would turn on lights. He thought lightswitches were bugs, so he would jump up and hit them all the time. There was also a spot on the wall, from where I hit it with something, some chemical, and he also thought that was a bug. So he'd be jumping and pawing and jumping and pawing this spot, for almost ten minutes at a time.

He also had his favorite toys.... the first one was "Da Bird" which was some feathers on the end of a string, and they would "fly" around in circles when you moved the stick around... And he also had his favorite little toy, a stuffed mouse head, one that he received as a kitten, that he always played with... even when he was older. I kept those. They're in a safe right now. Same thing with a tuft of his fur.

There's plenty of other stuff about him, which will remain a secret for now. He was the life of the house, and Shaunna, Kaylee, and I will miss him, for the rest of our lives.

*raises glass* To CJ: may you have a good trip to that great big meadow in the sky... May you be playing with Mimie every day... May you be drinking the finest in water and/or milk... may you be eating that sweet beef every night. May you rest in peace Mama's lil Pumpkinbutt... We love you, and we're going to miss you down here.

SALUTE!

Well, while we're waiting on Camp to post his story and such, I figured I'd throw up a bit on an old story of mine... This is the prequel page to a story I wrote about 7 or 8 years ago... So if this whets your whistle, and you want me to continue it, then by all means, I will... but if not, then the hell with it.
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The year is 2057 A.D. The place is what used to be called The United States of America. In the year 2010, a single button pushed by a terrorist turned what used to be a beautiful countryside in the state of Maryland into a ravaged wasteland.

Mutation runs rampant. With roaming radiation fields, and toxic swamplands all over, what used to be housepets, and wild animals started changing. Foxes, deer, horses, birds, and even dogs and cats found themselves gaining human like intelligence. Four legs soon turned into two legs. The first words were uttered. It seemed as though animalkind was growing and taking over the world. Soon, new animal states were formed, the foremost being called Cardania.

Humans that were still living were scared of the new race. They all gathered in a different part of the country, away from the animals and named their state The Empire of Humanity. Their goal, was to figure out a way to destroy the mutant population and take back over the earth. Wars started. The humans were able to decimate entire cities of animals, until one day, a force showed up so powerful, and so well organized, that any human contingent that faced it, was never heard from again. Any new technology being created had no effect.

A single force, called the United Forces International Critical Response And Tactical Teams, were what the humans wished they knew of. The UFICRATT, commanded by a mutated duck named Toshi Urhawl, were the new players in town. Unfortunately the Empire of Humanity knew nothing of them.

The UFICRATT didn’t seem like a one sided force. They defended both human and mutant alike. And they did it with deadly force and accuracy that had never before been seen, either by human or animal eye.
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Like I said - just a little prequel page..

Okay. Here it is, quarter to two in the morning. I'm supposed to be sleeping, but I can't because I'm hot as hell, and for some odd reason - I have the song "What was I thinkin'" by Dierks Bentley in my head, and my damn eyes keep popping open.

But here's a thought.. Godparents. My wife is pregnant again (#2 - hopefully a boy this time - w00t!) which is just friggin awesome. Now, we, as Catholics, must decide on a set of "God-Parents" for the kid. But lo and behold, the original set of "God-Parents" for our first kid, are null and void. "But Dr. Inflikted... Why?" You ask. One single reason: Their daughter - who is 17 by the way, is knocked up (READ 17...) and is going to keep the kid. Sooooooooooo that now means that they no longer give a rat's ass about our kid, which is, of course, pisser #1.

Pisser #2 is this - who do we have left? Hmm.. well, let's run through the list:

Her side: Her Dad, Sisters, and Brother, and her Aunt and Uncle.
My side: My mom, My dad and his wife, My sister, My Aunt and Uncle, and my cousin.

to further explain....
Her dad - for starters - her mother died a month ago (bless her heart) so that about automatically negates the "God-Parents" idea - can't have one and not the other....IMPO anyways...

- Sister#1 - married to a good for nothing n*****, who refuses to work, much less do anything for his own two kids (and the third one on the way) except for yelling at them all the time, because they interrupt his "Music Time" in which, apparently this @sshole seems to think that he's going to be the next Tupac.... Not to mention - she's Catholic, and He's Baptist. BUZZZZZZZ can't happen there...

- Sister #2 - Dating (or engaged as they claim to be) another one of Detroit's finest homeboys.... This jerkoff is 32 years old, she's 24, and he has a 13 year old daughter.... BUZZZZZ Nope, cold day in hell before that happens....

-Brother - Cheat, liar, slacker, loser, has a 3 year old son, that he completely neglects (Drops his kid off at a babysitters house, so he can go home and sleep.....WTF?) deadbeat, just had his "fiancee" (ringless), kick him out of their rental home... apparently is "borderline insane" (which IMPO - just means he's dumber than a flaming box of feces on a hot August day), and is apparently taking so many drugs to control his emotions. BUZZZZZ Nope!!! Snowball's chance in hell of that!!!!

- Her aunt and uncle - well, their kid is knocked up - and they're okay with that!!!! Their already my daughter's "God-parents" and apparently, they no longer give a s*** about that.... BUZZZZ!!!

My side.

- My mom - born again Christian/Catholic who is already a grand parent - a grand parent is already a big enough honor, in our opinion. Oh yeah, and she divorced my father..... BUZZZZ

- My sister - unmarried, and otherwise makes a damn fine babysitter, except she lives in Chicago, and I live in Detroit... BUZZZZZZZ

- My father and his wife - Married, yes, however both of them are divorced, and there's that whole "Grandparent" honor already... BUZZZ

- My aunt and uncle - Married, yes... Practicing? Yes..... or no??? I think the last time my uncle stepped into a church was Xmas eve??? Other than that, he spends every weekend out at his cabin in Oscoda because he doesn't want to be near my aunt when she's off of work. Not to mention, he picks himself up a hooker every once in a while..... My aunt either doesn't care, or just doesn't do anything about it.... BUZZZZZZZ!

- My cousin - Meh, 21 years old, unmarried, and really doesn't want anything to do with kids..... BUZZZZZZ!!!!

So, like my choices???? Yeesh. Ideally, Godparents are those who will help to guide the child in the way of the Catholic Church - plus, if anything was to happen to the parents of said child - they would be the ones to take care of said child/children. Hmm, however the Catholic religion says (at least the belief is) that the Godparents should be A) Married, B) Practicing in the church, C) Fully aware of the differences between right and wrong, D) Willing to take on the religious responsibilities of being a Godparent.

Hmm - do I got any of those? Let me scan down the list again.............. BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ Whoops. Guess not.

WTF happened to the days when races married within their races, and actually gave a crap about life? Dammit. The whole aspect of who to choose as a Godparent - versus Godparents.... Who the hell do I have left to follow the old way of things.... The only one I had left was my wife's mom and dad, until she unfortunately passed away..... so we're screwed.
We're stuck in that predicament, of having to modify our beliefs because of society's disregard for the way things ought to be. Not to mention the complete and total stupidity of our families.... GAH!

*reaches for the heart attack medicine*

I hate everyone else in both of our families - my parents, her parent, her sisters, my sister, her brother, and so on down the line. Dysfunctional??? Folks, you don't know the half of it.....

I'm going to go get me a damn cigarette now....... and try to get some sleep.

*Blows kisses to the ladies, and salutes the gents*

HASTA!

The first and forthcoming rant and rave will be on: *Drum Roll* College Tuition!!!!! And Stupid Politics when dealing with colleges. A brief synopsis - Wayne State University in good old Detroit has decided to charge me for something that I didn't use, nor was I signed up for, for longer than a frickin few hours.

But we'll get into more detail shortly - I'm still in the fighting stage, and trust me y'all, I got a lot to say about it!!!!!! Expect this one to be out within the next few days....

Oh, and the next one will be on what I like to call the "Something For Nothing" crowd..... You'll understand what I mean......

And then another thing - I am going to be proposing a toast for a family member that was tragically lost on the day after Memorial Day. A complete Eulogy, written as an in-law. This one will also be within the next few days.... expect this one sooner than the others.....

Oh, and has anyone heard "Politically Incorrect" by Gretchen Wilson and Merle Haggard??? Well, I'm going to be having a rant about things along those lines as well....

Gays? Lesbians? Am I going to go there??? You bet your ass... But that one won't be for a while.... (Don't wanna piss in too many cornflakes.... Thanks, Nish...)

Another goody..... Married Life, with children.... Ever thought life was like the show??? Nope. Not even close.

Honor..... Yes, that's one that's forthcoming as well... Oh my goodness my friends, we have got a lot to cover coming up!!!!!

Yessiree there folks - it's going to be entertaining!!! Fireworks, Conflict of Interests, Asses and Elbows, Management, oh my the list just keeps growing....

Well now, for those who've been wondering where the hell I've been - yes, I got suspended for five days for telling some Jackass to shut his piehole..... I'm sure we're already well aware of the stupid politics of tv.com.....anyhow. I'm back y'all.... and I'm pissed off... so that's going to make for some good reading!!!!

*Blows kisses to the ladies, and salutes the gents*

HASTA!!!!

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I know I ain't been on here a whole ton - By taking a vote...  Should I do another Rant????  I know Fallout_Girl loved em....

Let me know guys - should ol Tavi start up the rant and rave factory again?