Hate and Juice

Hate is a strong word, despise, disgust, distain, and abhor, all could reside in hates residence in my speech, but they are not adequate to describe two the joys life affords me.

Damien Hates…….. Being Sick, I know makes me special doesn’t it? My statement is not predicated on individuality but, upon inherent idiosycrancies that I despise concerning my health. It is highly apparent that my body contains a involuntary self destruct button, that is pushed by a unidentified force. Somehow when ever I’m about to start a new job, work out regimen, or major project, I’m suddenly stricken with a cold/ flu/ allergy symptoms, leaving me to feel like a Greek whose crew decided I’d spent enough time on the planet. After drinking Nyquil, like it was that “drank” I hear so much about and ignoring the various prescribed so called “doses” of other medicines, I no longer feel like the government has been experimenting on me, and have a new found appreciation for the ability to breath. Please let me utilize this sentence to thank all those who offered chicken soup and other remedies……there are few things that compare to campbells and compassion, your kind thoughts and intentions are appreciated.

Damien Hates…….. Quick….what is the easiest way to find out if someone truly cares about you…… if you are thinking… lending money….or consisting to sexual favors they really don’t agree with, for your pleasure….eh eh…your wrong. With it’s only superior being, pushing somebody out of the way to purposely inherent their bullets, helping people move is defiantly at the apex of true caring. I still loathe moving more than Patriots and Patriot fans (both types). Why… well limited exposure to factory work has taught me two things, formen are assholes…and foremen are assholes, who like those who personally converse with God on a regular basis…see their vision as an unbreakable prophecy. My point? During the process of moving EVERYBODY becomes a foreman, leaving me to wish I had a front row seat at college republican conference rather than holding a musty couch, and testing my muscle endurance, while the greatest schematic minds debate how to navigate a Himalayan like hand rail. Moving is the ultimate labor of love…but because of that varying type of love I continue to volunteer to help those I care about……….and for the mgd………..and okay cuz I can’t move my self can I?

Now that I have acknowledged and addressed my hate issues, I can discuses my subjective views on issues in a objective manner.

I’m sure nobody from Ripley’s even knows I exist so “Believe it or Not” there was a time when I was a patriotic young bastad, who believed in all American hero’s and hoped that moms would put down the drug of the day and my stepdad would find it equitable to give me a plastic toy representation of said hero’s created by the good folks at Hasbro, as a consolation prize for who could kick who’s ass after work contest. During that same period I became fully immersed in what was/is deemed the “American Pastime”. Even though my hometown team sucked then, like it continues to with horrid consistency, you could always see a little kid with a afro ten years after it was cool walking back to 5317 Kincaid, temporary joy infiltrating his troubled child hood via a pack of baseball cards, while attempting to chew the box cutter blade like stick of gum that came with them. Ironically in the year of 88, my favorite baseball players where Jose Canseco and Barry Bonds. My highly impressionable child hood mind was far less pessimistic and skeptical back then, and definitely lacked the capacity to fathom that nearly 20 yrs in the future what chemicals they may or may not have taken would be at the forefront the nations conscious. If he/she/ it? is truly omniscient, than lords knows I tried to avoid writing about the whole “steroid controversy” but the whole Rafael Palmeiro hysteria has raised my ire….Lets count the reasons why shall we.

Steroids aren’t new. / Am I the only person that remembers that damn near every body in the N.F.L circa 75-85 injected they ass on a more regular basis the San Francisco males on weekends. I mean I’m man enough to admit I shed a tear for Lyle Alzado who became the poster boy tragic behemoth athlete, let alone recognizing the random wrestler that spazzes out each month or adheres to 1842 life expectancy rates, so why is society acting like steroids is some new found plague? The same uppity ideology held by baseballs acolytes that causes the delusional Americas pastime perception, has caused fans to react like suburbanites did during the crack epidemic. It was okay when steroids were pervasive in the slums of football, wrestling, and track, but Armageddon commenced soon as they reached the pristine environment of baseball. The horror induced by the steroids plague lent credence to Cornell West “Weapons of Mass Distraction Theory” earlier in the year as Congress decided ignore trivial matters like war and gas prices that have Schwinn believing it can turn our country into Thailand soon, and hold hearings on steroids in MLB. I thought Viagra affected other body parts, but Palmeiro showed enhanced ______ fortitude as he got his Ollie North on, and powerfully denied using any steroids. At the time I didn’t care, I was just happy to see Mark McGuire be reduced to a sniveling bitch, and thought nothing of any of the players credibility. There was a slight lull until it was recently reviled that Palmeiro tested positive for steroids, then the Dresden like fire storm resumed. Parents beckoned about the lives of children ravaged by steroids, sports pundits eagerly voiced there intention not to elect him into the hall of fame, the Pres in his idiotic way endorsed Palmerio’s innocence, and of course Congress decided to conduct a immediate inquiry. My first fuck you goes out to congress, it’s not like their the most powerful body of lawmakers ever known to human kind, could be spending there time on more vexing matters such as,,,,”Why is it easier for pornstars to get married than strippers?” or “Why don’t Black people view Idaho South/North Dakota, and Wyoming as tourist attractions?”. The second is sent to the general public who is crying about such matters. Baseball is well on its way to setting record attendance records, if the use of steroids was really so appalling, fans would stay away in droves. Not even the pimping of the public by MLB after the latter withheld Palmerio’s positive results for four months to enable the feel good story of him attaining 3,000 hits has raised the fans ire enough to add some principle to the wasteful outcries. The third and finial one goes to the Fred Goldmen like parents who blame steroids for the untimely demise of their children. This miss appropriations of focus on steroids is a far greater problem the steroids them selves. I feel no shame that I carry a strong urge to smack every parent who appears on a news network hold in picture of there child who prolly succumbed to any malady but the one their being exploited to talk about.

The reasoning behind my forced abdication from t.v was reinforced by this most trivial of controversy, alas I wonder ….do people ever discuss anything remotely relevant with maddening repetition?

…….. 8 seconds later the writer realizes he became part of the problem…….

Peace

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Random thought: Bill Maher hates the far right and loves black chocha….i think he might have cracked my people I’d like to smoke with list….