Do you let others fight?

It is situations like the G20 that makes me want to pursue [sp] Constitutional Law. The Military operating within our borders for crowd control is bad enough. I don't care if they are a bunch of young men with nothing better to do or older people who are just stupid anarchists they should have been allowed to assemble and the city of Pittsburg should have planned for these people to assemble. Especially when the President of the United States is busy blaming the worlds problems on the U.S.A. and the west.

What is funny is he knows that if the USA were to pull out of the world markets and become what we were starvation and famine would strike Africa (of which he is a son) and Asia. Millions (Billions?) would die of starvation, famine, disease, and violence.

Vegans... Funny.

I saw 10 books featured in Barnes & Nobles yesterday featuring Vegan lifestyle. Nice. Maybe we should stop eating meat! I mean, shit, think about it, we can stop breeding, medicating poor cows and instead let them roam free. We can, instead, eat soy products!

Here is how we'll do it. We will have to cultivate the everglades and St. John's River in Florida. We can do it! We can kill and displace all the animals from that place. We can do it. We can poison the rivers and swamps with our piss and our dumps to grow the soy we need. move the people out of Florida and send them back to New York and New Jersey or to live with their cousins in Alabama...

NO!

Cause Alabama, Mississippi, and Louisiana will be gone!

They will be farms for soy,
And Rice... OH BOY!

We can do it.
The rest of the world...
Who cares? SCREW IT!

Meat!
We've had enough of it.
Who cares,
that every meal tastes like shit?

We can do it.
We should do it.

Let's start today.

Love,

J.

The Real

The people perpetrating the so-called Tea Parties are racsist sociopaths with hate in their hearts pumped up from beer bonging in their trailers and watching too much Glenn Beck!

That is according to Saturday Night Live.

Glad I know.

I went to a couple Tea Parties. There weren't any drooling maniacs there, at first, then some "Loose Change" assholes showed up. They were talking about how President Obama works for the same Shadow Government that George W. Bush worked for. Hmmmm. The fellow Tea Partiers were calling them crazies and assholes.

So far so good.

Then some dumbass yell, on stage, "He (Pres. Obama) ain't my President."

Yes he is. Work harder to get your guy elected next time dousche bag. My brother and I heckled that statement. Then we left.

Love,

J.

I wrote this after my dad died

Sawdust

A musky aroma of oak.
The sweet smell of cherry.
The sour tinge of pine.
I remember the first time I used this saw.

The odor of burning wood
mixed with old oil and metal.
I can still smell old cigarettes.
I remember the first oak I cut.

Dire Straits, “The Sultans of Swing,”
Rocking between the screams of the board.
My push-sticks guide the victim.
I remember the first time I tracked this mess through the house.

I run my fingers along the edge.
I measure twice from end to end.
I weigh the board with my hands.


I look at my hands
I see the cuts on my hands.Instantly I miss my father.

The three reasons to see, "Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen."

First, your favorite way to describe your favorite movies is, "Shit blowd dup an’ den, the guy was, like, ‘Oh shit wass dat?’ and den he blowd up but he dinnin’t die coz he was throwd by the spolsion into a pillow factory… Whoa," then this movie is exactly for you.
Second, if you like cartoons, then this movie is for you.
Third, you just like going to the movies and you don’t care what’s on from Sex In The City to Sponge Bob to 300 to The Royal Tenenbaums.
If you require some character development, a plot, realistic settings, and good pacing, then this movie is not for you.
It starts as the Autobots, the good guys, and a special force of ineffective troops fight a giant Kingkongobot and beat it rather easily.
Then we see the main character is getting ready to leave for college where he will ruin his life with drugs and a lack of self discipline.
His parents are troubling and bumbling about and yapping and crying. Then there was a rock that falls out of the main character’s pocket. It turns the kitchen appliances into little rotten robots. It creates an action scene of sorts when one of the transformers from the previous movie blows shit up.
They get to college. Some cliché college antics happen within a minute period. Main character goes to a party at a frat house as a freshman rush. The party looks like a real expensive night club which employs women who lack self respect. Then… Uh-oh.. his transformer shows up and takes him to a secret meeting with Octopus Preem who has a brief dialogue with Main Character which does nothing at all for anything for the movie. Then this Voctoria’s Secret looking girls who is coming on to Main Character turns into a Barbobot that tries to eat him.
Stuff starts to blow up, robots fight, and people run. They figure out that some crazy shit is at stake due to some magical robots and shit.
They consult some ancient all knowing aborigine who somehow had the answer, you know, because though we have had the written word for five thousand years, it’s always more important to consult the oldest member of a group of savages who never foresee the imminent yearly dry season to cultivate and store some grain. Then they do a sort of National Treasure-esq search for ancient symbols based on something or other blah blah blah. Then they find a robot tomb and find the key! Yay! Main character grabs it and it turns to Black Sea salt. HAHAHAHAHA. I don’t think this moment was supposed to be funny. Instead of selling the Black Sea Salt to holistic urban yuppies for $100.00 a teaspoon. Then more shit blew up. People ran. The bad guys lost who cares? By the time the climax of the movie began I was cleaning dishes.

Spicy appetizer

Appetizers:For two people.

Soak wooden skewers or you'll burn the shit out of them like I often do.

Get a 2 quart bowl, pour one 12oz. can of diced pineapple (retained) two tablespoons of red pepper, about one tablespoon of black pepper and a teaspoon of kosher salt, and about 2 tablespoons of honey (I used 1/2 clover and 1/2 wildflower [dark] honey). Chop the Peppers and onions and let them soak in the spicy and sweet pinapple juice for a half hour so they really take on the sweet and spicy flavors.

Mix-it real good, with your bare hands, like you're hot for pineapple. Yeah that's right. Mmmmm. Oh yeah. I hope you like it as much as I do.

Hmmmm. Oh well.

Now push this new gew between some bell peppers, onions and pork.

Put this hot and spicy and sweet thing over hot coals for up to 15 minutes. Flip and let sit over hot coals for another 5 minutes. Mmmmmmmmmmmm. You know what I'm sayin'? That's right.

I suggest sear the meat prior to this so you don't poison yourself and get sued by your signifagant other.

Now I don't stick to this recipe, strickly, you know, because some day's are spicier than others.

Love,

J.

The Mick

On June 18, 2009, it will have been 3 years since my father was killed in an event that I will never fully understand. Basically, Father's day is the worst day of my life. I still miss my father emensly [sic].

I don't know what I am going to do this year besides miss him. Thank God for my wife.

She is reading a website writen by my Dad and I. it is about the history of my family, (pre-American Revolution days) and so on. She doesn't know how much it stings to know she is reading it and why should she? She should know about how deep my family roots are vested in this country. My fore-father James Hearn received a comendation from the newly formed U.S.A. for services rendered during the American Revolution. The problem is, I am definitely the product of these people and I know full well my background. I know why I don't panic in dangerous situations. I know a lot about myself due to my knowledge of my family's history. I know why I joke around during serious situations. I know why I don't lose my head during an emergency. The problem is, I am afraid that she will see the same pattern my father and I discovered while researching our family's past.

Love,

J.

The Worst Guard Dog Ever

The Worst Guard Dog Ever

by

James S. Hearn

The front door is locked. The windows are locked. The back doors are locked. The house is fully locked. Yet that doesn’t mean much in a city, does it? So when the man and woman of the house, the people, are asleep and the bad men outside are lurking its good to have most dogs. When the bad men are outside your window with their tools it is good to have most dogs.

The slightest tap, rap, bang, or snap would wake most dogs. A window sliding open with the slightest scrape, a door wedged ajar with the tiniest creak would wake most dogs.

Leeloo sleeps in bed with her people. She snuggles under the covers with her people. She enjoys this because she can touch both of her people at the same time, thus enhancing the snuggling. She curls her back against the man and rests her chin on the woman. She snores with the man and breaths with the woman. She loves her sleepy-time so much her people have noticed a slight grumpiness when they wake her by accident.

One night Leeloo’s people washed all of the dishes from a big dinner and stacked them high to dry. Then they watched some drivel on television, and then they dragged themselves slowly to bed. She dragged herself behind them and they all flopped into bed. Leeloo made sure she was tucked between the woman and the man and they all fell asleep.

The air-conditioner was blasting and they were all comfortable and all snuggled and deeply sleeping when there was a sound; a crash. Leeloo and her people heard it. The male and got up to investigate.

Leeloo stayed in bed with the woman because she was already sleeping and well snuggled with her woman. The male returned casually to the bed and put his arm around the woman. “What was it?” the woman asked with a sleepy mumble.“A couple dishes fell into the sink.” The Man kissed the woman and then kissed Leeloo on the top of her soft furry head. She sighed then returned to her snoring.

Leeloo is the worst guard dog ever, and she doesn’t care because she is a Boston terrier; not a guard dog. She knows if her people really need a guard dog they can buy a German shepherd, feed it growth hormone, and beat the shit out of it every now and then. Leeloo knows Boston terriers are for petting and loving and snuggling and too small to be turned into giant fuckin’ monster dogs.

Re-Reselling Obama

This morning I had NBC on and Meet the Press followed by Chris Mathews made me stop what I was doing. I was amazed that they were going through pains to resell Obama... Again! They were again a third-party authorized to resell a product which has began to be reputed as a bumbling mouth-piece lacking any real thought beyond a telepromptor and a staff of socialist partisans.

Some people tried to get on him about the "Special Olympics" faux pas but I didn't find that particularly offensive partly because I think he should honestly get a break on that and partly because I am a crass person who would have gladly taken the joke three steps further and sealed it with minor but permanent damage to my reputation for some. What did peak my interest was how off he has shown himself to be everytime the teleprompter is too far from sight or not there at all (President George W. Bush probably wishes he could have done the same in hind-sight).

The NBC shows had a panel of folks reselling his plans and calling his obvious major blunders little minor issues that pale in comparison to the greater issue like the economy. They failed to have anybody on to counterpoint their sales pitch. I stopped watching news on television for a reason. Fox News sucks but they are the closest thing to fair than all the rest.I believe President Obama will be minimized in the hisory books as a Champion for being the closest thing to a First Black President but ultimately a shitty leader. He has utterly failed in unifying both sides of the ailse going a step further to ridecule those who disagree with him. He has had his staff point out specific private citizens who have expressed their dissatisfaction with him and his bad policy.

I will post more later... SOON!

Love,

J.

New Dog

I have a new dog she a cute little Boston Terrier. She is smart and has a boxer friend. My drummer has a 2 year old boxer and she loves my Puppy. They play while we practice. I will post some picture and video soon.

Barak Obama is a shitty president who misunderstood one of the roles of a president. The president during harsh times is supposedto be a cheerleader but Barak Obama seems focused on doom. This is the same shit George W. Bush did to build the Homeland Security Department and push through the Patriot act.

We will lose more rights before Barack Hussein Obama leaves office unless something causes a positive change (like a political revolution AKA Libertarians or fiscally conservative Republicans taking over congress in twoo years). Lets hope. Did ya hear that Mr. President? HOPE! We hope your failure doesn't destroy too many people's lives!

I've already heard some of my liberal friends expressing doubts. Either A) they are getting smarter and understanding that working hard every day just for the government to take their money away to give it to assholes who don't feel like working, or B) they just see how wrong and ignorant the new president is. Its funny, George W. Bush sounded so stupid when speaking but he is an incredibly intelligent man and Barak H. Obama is a beautiful speak but so far doesn't seem very smart at all. Maybe advocating for people that feel entitled to the money of the successful made him forget any economics classes he may have taken.

He is going to kill the middle class with taxes while he sends his kids to private school.

I like my puppy.

Love,

J.