...Facebook is an interesting bit of technology...in cyberspace, i have reconnected with long-lost friends and family members and it has generally been a fun thing...but it's distressing at times too...
...Kenny lived in a house across the street from ours when we were both still in elementary school...we played baseball and football together many, many times and his mother was my music teacher...Kenny recently told me that he remembers that i was always really hard to tackle...he also recently posted that people of my political proclivities are "socialist piss-ants" and that a government run health plan is going to drive insurance costs through the roof and pick his pockets...
...i guess Kenny must be really fuckin' rich or something and doesn't mind that the health insurance industry receives 177 Billion dollars a year in subsidies from the government...must not bug him that some of the CEOs of these companies make one hundred thousand dollars per hour...holy fuck!...i have to work three years at two jobs to come even close to that...
...but here's an important point...the CEO makes his obscene lucre capitalizing on the misery of the policy holders he is supposed to help...i make my money with the labor of my hands, the sweat of my brow, making music to make people smile and lift their burdens for a while and making musical instruments so that the sonic circle will remain unbroken...i am poor in pocket but wealthy beyond measure...
and Kenny, i'm still really hard to tackle (for a socialist piss-ant)
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*sigh*
I was told, in a FB message that I am... here, let me find it so I can quote verbatim... gimme a minute...
Shelleigh,
You are probably like the most intolerant and nastiest person I know.
Because I cited info from Wikipedia about the Congressional medal of honor.
So yannow...
I spent three days wondering how I could change myself... how I could be less nasty and intolerant... and after three days of kicking my ass and crying myself to sleep... and at stoplights... and in the bathroom at the hospital, I realized..
FUCK YOU, unkind one.
Sticks and stones...
sticks and fucking stones.
You will thank me for being me one day and I will forgive you for being you RIGHT NOW.
Or...whatever.
Shine it on.
CREAM RISES, BROTHER KEVIN.
thank you...
...i'm just baffled that two kids from the same street can come to have two such diametrically opposed visions about how to arrive at a happy, peaceful place...
I am equally as baffled that a sister could be so diabolically opposed to her sibling that she would say such a thing regarding a post about something positive.
I just don't know.
i was going to ask if this was "said sister"...
...it's a wonder we don't wander around in a constant state of bewilderment...
True that, brother.
I love you.
You truely are a very rich person indeed......
x
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