Thanksgiving my arse!

There are so many reasons why not to celebrate thanksgiving period, much less eat a gutted out dead bird stuffed with giblet sauce, but I won’t get into all of that. I will paint a happy face on for the Native American slaughter day… oops I meant thanksgiving.

When you think of turkey, you don’t really think of them to be social, playful, musically inclined (lol) creatures, but they are. They play, talk, and care for each other, and will even recognize you if you continuously visit them.

But between thanksgiving and Christmas, we still continue to kill over 60 million of these intelligent birds every year to use as centerpieces for a single nights meal.

It’s so pathetic.

We stuff them in cages; kill them for food at only 5-6 months old, when they could live up to about 4 years. We chop off their beaks to keep them from killing each other while stressed out packed tight in cages. We cut off the little red snood thing from the male bird’s chest, neck, and beak area without any kind of pain reliever whatsoever.

Who do we think we are????

Usually, in our society, the only time we see a turkey is when his head is missing, he’s stuffed with all kinds of… stuff, and he’s roasted to a golden brown, surrounded by side items.

Why do we do these things to living creatures?

Does anyone ever stop to think that maybe the bird had a family?

Do people even know the real history behind this so called “holy day?”

Do they know that “Thanksgiving” didn’t even involve turkey?

What is wrong with this picture? Why don’t people want to know the truth? Why do they continue to slaughter beautiful, innocent life in the name of “God”?

It is amazing how twisted and perverted we have become. To take a life, burn it at the stake, then stand around and thank the heavens for another beings sacrifice, delighted with gluttony. ..

It makes me sick to think about it.

How do you think this makes the Native Americans feel?

Stop the slaughter it has been going on in this country for 400 years. Stop the pointless torture, the filth, the evil.

Eh… what the hell… no one cares anyway… they’ll read all kinds of stuff about the insanity that surrounds this nationally celebrated day of torture, deception, and intentional murder, then go right back to slicing off a turkey leg to chew on while watching the football game.

F#$king humans….

Oh yeah… Happy Thanksgiving.

I just started school!!!... again.

yeah, i'm going back. i have found a new love, and i will never let her go. i have been seeing her for awhile now, her name is graphic design. i knew that i liked her, but i didn't know it would go this far. i'm actually committed to her. i may marry her, make her my forever. if you know me, you know how hard it is for me to commit to something. but i think this may be it. or maybe this is just me trying to talk myself into it. who knows.

i already have a woman on the side too. her name is sasha... she's a sexy, black silvertone, 6 string, dual humbucker electric guitar. look at her shine.
i had to trade in a Fender Starcaster, which was a cheap bestbuy/walmart type guitar and a Squire/Fender Telecaster which i got for a steal at my favorite pawn shop and pay 20 bucks to win her heart, but now shes mine and we are in love.

The baby is getting bigger every day. we went to the 20 week ultrasound and everything is wonderful.
I can't wait to meet him.

until next time. Peace.

blah...numb fingers.

well...

i don't really have much to say today. her kids are once again, under my watch, and the youngest one is acting like a butt squeeze. but i guess that's just what kids do.

i went to my friends house last night, practicing guitar. my fingers are sooo raw and numb.

but i like it, to hear the sounds that come out of this thing, makes me want to get back into producing again.

now i have enough toys to keep me busy for a while. my camera plus my guitar and my computer should keep my interests for at least a few months...ha!

with a baby on the way, i'm going to need something to do since i will be. BROKE. well maybe not. i shouldn't condemn myself to fate of others.

check out my photoblog @ http://www.perrynstreeter.shutterchance.com/.

to be honest, i'm kind of excited about the baby, but don't tell anybody...shhh.

today's my birthday

it makes me think about all of the things that i thought i would've accomplished by now.

all the things that i shouldve done. all of the things that i shouldnt've done. all of the things i have done.

life goes on i suppose. maybe i should be more optimistic. maybe this next year will hold the changes needed for me to become who i would like to be.

do the things i would like to do...

time waits for no man...

i suppose i better get going... can't take my time anymore, i'm dying one second at a time. slowly, ever so slowly.

sometimes i feel alone... absolutely alone. solitude in the cold dark reaches of my own mind.

other times i feel crowded. bombarded by swarms of mosquitos pricking me all over, robbing me of my life energy. sucking me dry.

i can't say i don't like the feeling of being alone though. sometimes its the only way i can think clearly.

perhaps i should never look back again. leave those that i have left behind to fend for themselves in the fires of hell. maybe i should only look foward, carefully watching each step as its taken, drawing whats left of my existence on this plane out, in attempts to stretch my time.

maybe i should begin to enjoy what i have, and give more openly. freeing myself of desire for earthly, materialistic objects and money.

perhaps, i should just be...

photoshop... sheesh.

it's hard to even take regular pictures anymore.


the way people photoshop everything makes a normal photo taken with anything less than an 800.00 camera look like shit.


damn, guess i have to start saving and chatting it up with photoshop forum heads...

oh yeah. do you ever get the feeling that life is a dream? you know like, you can change anything at any given time>?

im beginning to feel like i'm in a perpetual dream state. nothing seems real anymore. maybe i smoke too much....lol.

caught you, you sneaky little bloodsucking bastard! i HATE YOU, I FUKIN HATE YOU!!!! LOL! HAHAHAHAHAAA! I GOT YA U LITTLE FUCKER!!!!

issue file #1,246,752: The Salad... and the Muffins

now, this is a minor issue of course, yet an issue none the less.

here's the story.

first i have to take back a movie, that was 2 days late because she didn't watch it when she was supposed too, so while im taking it back im asked to go shopping for dinner for her and her kids...

ok, whatever.

so i go to the store, buy all the stuff, and a pack of muffins that i thought may be tasty.

so i put everything away, hide my little snack from the greedy little monsters.


so she makes the salad for everyone except me...

ok... fine.

strike 2, so i eat a muffin as they're eating dinner, and the youngest one, nosy little thing, sees me eating one of my muffins.

oh yeah, by the way, there are only 6 in pack for like 4 bucks.



[flashback]

now earlier i had the job of babysitting. ok, not my normal deal. but i do it anyway.

the older one, acts a goddamned fool the entire time over some bullshit. i mean, completely acting out. receives no discipline from her whatsoever.

i believe this is the reason they act up in the first place, because they know there are no real consequences.


[end flashback]

ok, so when i go outside to take out the trash, the little nosey one must've asked her if she could have a muffin, so of course the older one wants one too.


they ask if i bought some muffins.

my response:

"yeah, for me"

so just as i suspected when i come back in from taking out the trash, i see 2 more muffin wrappers in the garbage.

so she doesn't ask, and just gives away my shit.

now...

i would've probably gave the younger one a muffin because she has been good all day, but the older one wouldnt've got shit.

so i say "so that's how you do?" to her...

i get some disrespectful ass response that made me want to choke slam the little cunt against the wall.

and on top of that. the little one completely wastes the whole muffin that she just had to fucking have.

so first i don't get dinner made for me after i went out and bought all the shit.

then instead of asking me, she goes behind my back and gives away my shit.

then the little fucker doesn't even eat the muffin.

strike 3.


so i'm like wtf?!?!?

i mean i let you stay here, against my lease, for free i might add.

i got the notice today of having an unauthorized occupant.

then you disrespect me in front of the kids. thats why they feel they don't have to listen to shit i say.

and try to play me like im mad over some fucking muffins. its not the muffins asshole its the way you went about it. and the way you give them shit when they don't know how to fucking act anyway.

this small insignificant event, has many underlying factors that you, the reader, could'nt possibly want to hear.

but the end of the story is... she makes me fucking sick, has no respect for anyone, or anything, and then wonders why her life is fucked up.

no biggie, her ass will be out before the end of business tomorrow...

take that shit...