March 5th is a sad day for me.  It's the day between the Anniversary of both of my brothers.  Yesterday was the 10 year Anniversary of Joe dying and tomorrow will be 31 years since my brother Bill died.  They both died as a direct result of alcohol and are just 2 people, out of the dozens of people I have known, who have died or had their lives destroyed because of alcohol.

I visited their grave yesterday and left some flowers and stones.  I also told them I didn't appreciate them leaving me behind.  Something I often do.  Woe is me, I know.  I miss them every day and will always speak about the evils of alcohol and all that it takes from those we love.

Rest in Peace my brothers, while I continue to try and navigate life in Peace.

I Love You.

My brothers Joe & Bill circa 1985ish

I don't know where to go with all this rage that fills me every day.  It is a rage at my government and their fucking lies and the people who keep falling for it over and over and over again.  I truly learned in 2020 how the fucking Nazi's stayed in power and committed all the atrocities, complacency and fear.  Same thing that is going on today and I am screaming at the top of my fucking lungs RISE UP PEOPLE, RISE UP!

Deep Breaths.

I have really cut a lot of the propaganda out of my life, I seldom ever watch TV and have never, ever had cable or satellite or streaming crap.  I deleted FB and Twitter too and try not to allow myself to get too involved, but I don't know how to shut it out, or shout it out, or fucking punch a wall.

Perhaps I want future generations to know I fucking tried, but I am doing it wrong so...you have to do that growth stuff, admit your faults stuff, dig deep inside to where the shadows hide and admit things you don't want to admit.

Perhaps.

It helps to write and to find those little slivers of sane voices that are able to break through the censorship and lies, to know I AM not alone.

"It is dangerous to be right in matters on which the established authorities are wrong." ~Voltaire

I don't know anyone who has contracted COVID-19 and I would like to keep it that way. If I catch the shit I will die and I don't want to go out that way, so PLEASE WEAR A MASK! I like wearing them because I can write messages on the disposables and have been going with the "Courage Is Contagious" tagline. I also do not go out in public a lot, which is SOP for me, so I have not had to change anything about my life really, other than wearing a mask when I do venture out.

However, if the new norm becomes having to sterilize and sanitize everything new you bring into the house, I will probably die, cuz I ain't about to do all that!  I bet I will last longer than most though because I grow and preserve a lot of my own food.  If you are willing to work for food give me a holler! LOVELAND!

Don't Be an ASS, wear a mask!

I dl my xml file a few years back and am attempting to upload it to wordpress now so hopefully I have it safe for a few ticks?  WTF is this xanga shit now anyway? what if...

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Precious memories, unseen angels
From somewhere to my soul
How they linger ever near me
And the sacred scenes unfold

mitch

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If this is all as real as is really isn't anymore.............. I have some control over this place and it disturbs me all to fuck and to no end..

Ignore my grammar..........

I don't think I was meant to be here for such shit....

Not worthy and all that...............

mitch

the stand in

SHAZAM! is a big fan of Mr. Piggy Puff and a lot of his crazy friends...lol He grows the BEST SuperPoke Pet Weed! Puff, Puff, Pass... =)~

Errr....I'm so lost & confused.  My MAC doesn't like Xanga, sorry but it is true.

What to do?

Everything on here is out of whack and I am too lazy to fix it back.  Mitch git 'er fixed today!

 OBEY!

Doot Da Doo.

Hey man, tomorrow is my Birthday.  If you had ME on your FaceBook you would know that shit.  bah ha!

Want to play with my pet?  His name is SHAZAM!

So much to say, so much to do.  Lately I have been much more about the DO and less about the Say.  HEY!  Though the rhymes and chimes and fluttery things are now hanging from strings and chains and dangling, sparkling and tinkling in the wind.  Just like my dreams.  Remember the dream?  I blogged about it way back when.

Forks and spoons, rusty keys, and dingly bells.

I AM HAPPY.  Joyful even.

I'll BE back soon to spill JOYFUL words and maybe some pictures too.

Until...

BE WELL

P.S.  I updated my email on Xanga so maybe now I will actually remember that I have a blog here.  Lucky YOU!

YES WE CAN!
YES WE DID!
YES WE WILL!

I AM very Proud
to
say
I
was
an active part
of
the
movement
that
helped
elect
Barack
Obama
for
President.  Senator/President
Barack
Obama
inspires
me
and
gives
me
HOPE. 
I BElieve in his Promise of CHANGE and his ability to bring our Nation together.  I
shall
not
move
forward
in Life
blanketed
in
FEAR
but
rather,
immersed
in
the
AUDACITY
OF
HOPE!

"As Lincoln said to a nation far more divided than ours, "We are not enemies, but friends... Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection." And, to those Americans whose support I have yet to earn, I may not have won your vote, but I hear your voices, I need your help, and I will be your president, too." -Barack Obama 11-04-08