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We can't always be "Teachers" with our children. But rather sit back and allow them to teach us what the simple pleasures of living were. Pleasures that we have allowed to run through our fingers with the sand of time.

Prophet Blue: Buckle UP-It’s Coming

OMG, after reading your religious based postings I have gotten a message from G-d, an Epiphany of sorts and I am now going to now ABKA as "PROPHET BLUE"! I know you all expected some kind of Angel but then again hasn't G-d dropped a few surprises on us lately?
Well here is my first observation. It seems that for all our religious beliefs we all have understood that G-d has a "Chosen People". Well, guess what? He is really pissed off at how the rest of the world has treated them and he is taking names down and kicking ass. Most of you think that He is the G-d or Mercy, Goodness and Forgiveness. Well I got news for you, I don't know where you got that impression, but read your latest and reworked version of your Bible and read what happened to the inhabitants of the Great Flood, Sodom, Gomorrah, the enslaved Jews, the pursuing Egyptians, the Canaanites and just about anyone who hasn't abide by His rules.
As much as these other "Prophets" and such try to complicate things, His Law is simple, "do unto others as you would have others do unto you". Hey Man, can it be any simpler?

There has been far too much blood spilled in the name of G-d, if anyone is going to off someone it's going to be Him. So all you fanatics who are willing to convert others in the name of the Christ, slaughter the infidel in the name of Allah, G-d's got a special place/Hell for you, it's called the Middle East where it's inhabitants have been killing each other in the name of "G-d" since time recorded. Move there along with the oil company executives and burn in oil. Oh, yeah if you believe that you are fighting in G-d's name, register your children for a special draft. For those of you who want to live in Peace, our fore father's established a special place on Earth for us. It's called the United States of America. Although we have been infected by special interest groups

Thinking of which, you all that believe in "Life" and want to impose your beliefs unto others. The "Choice" group is setting up a national register so that "Lifers" can register. Registered "Lifers" will be required to adopt an unwanted pregnancy. "Lifer" will also be accessed a special "Life Tax" to pay for their adopted child's upbringing, education, medical expenses etc. It's only fair don't you agree?
The other night Pat Roberts condemned the Haitian people of making a pact with the Devil to get their freedom from France. We in turn have been condemned by G-d for listening and actually following the advice and opinions of the world by Celebrities.
For those that are opposed to President Obama's futile attempts in turning this around there is an organization that you can join. It's called the Klu Klux Klan.
Yes, the internet has become the new Tower of Babel and information is now rampant, but ask yourselves how come that in all it's social advances of the last 100 years, society seems to have birthed a litter of mindless Lemmings?
I'm unhappy to report that a great number of you that are reading this will be dead within the next 30 years. It is G-d's wish, I know, He told me so, that you prepare the future for your Children. You are all guilty of allowing self-centered, profit-making, democratically disguised, stock holding bastards to ruin G-d's Earth.

The End or better described "The Thinning Out" is coming not bought by four horsemen but in the form of temperate changes, failed crops, world wars and the worst, drought of fresh water and famine. Mankind will never be wiped off the face of the Earth, it's was G-d's promise to Noah after the Great Flood. But he will indeed (Man) have the power to make his own Hell on Earth. Those that survive will continue to prosper and evolve to a higher form of life closer to the Grace of G-d continually opposed by a select group that in all it's contradiction will serve as what can be described to be "The Devils Advocate" because it is only through struggle to survive, not profit, that mankind can truly evolve in a humble and Graceful way.
Bless all you Children Who Walk in The Path of Truth
Prophet Blue Out!

The Day The Night Found Me Dancing With Myself-Yeah, it's Poetry!

One day the sun ceased shining on my path,

And it seemed my spirit was being punished by God’s wrath.

The few clouds in my life gathered to commence mighty storms.

I looked across the horizon and only saw thorns.

The lightning flashed across the sky.

and a raindrop fell in my eye.

For a moment I breathed the air fresh and pure.

Thinking of you then, was my only cure.

The rain began to descend

Beating a rhythm that had no end.

Tried to walk;

But it was meant that I should crawl.

My dreams had crumbled to the floor.

Surely God’s walked out and locked the door.

Is it an obstacle or a test, placed so that I would take a new direction?

If this be the case, I wish God used a bit more discretion!

For I am only mortal, and by his measures, my time is brief,

for him to hurl me into this confusion from which I find no relief.

This night found me dancing with myself;

Another soul cast on the shelf.

It was then that I reached in;

Into my heart, into my spirit, I had to begin;

To stand up, to forsake the rain.

Bringing up the courage, I looked through the pain.

And I witnessed as God and the fallen angel played until dawn.

Using my life as their pawn.

In one of their moves I had been cast into hell.

Didn’t God care where I fell?!

I felt a hand gently hold my arm and the Son took me aside,

As I tried to break loose, run and hide.

In an inner thought he explained to me: In the fire the hammer is molded, the steel is tempered.

It is thus that in adversity, that the spirit is strengthened or torn and rendered.

This if we do not overcome these growing pains;

We’ll go through life shallow of spirit, short of material gains.

We are in a way players in their game, allowed to participate.

Not in the moves, but in experiencing the outcome of fate.

For life is to them, a game in which we are to become angles or sinners.

And for the same, it is up to us to decide whether we are

Losers or Winners.

Luis A. Bouzon July 4-6, 1985.

The Match Connection-Connecting the Dots (o) (o), (*) (*), (+) (+), (O) (O), (.) (.)

I have come to learn the hard way that at my age it sucks to be single. Most of the women that are compatible to me are divorced with a few kids and an a-hole ex, bitter, selfish or nuts because they are pre-menopausal. That was the case with my ex and regardless of how many times I had asked her to speak to a therapist, it was always my fault. Today a magnificently beautiful woman, she lives alone, with our dog, hating all men and life in general.....but in the end she has gotten what she wanted. She hated my business, felt my child was spoiled rotten and set ME free. Yes, I am FREE and never realized how miserable I had been.So Last Friday night instead of going to some bar and observing half the people observing the other half and little clusters of people observing the numerous groups etc. I decided to go to the most boring place in the Gables, yup, that's right I went to Barnes and Noble ordered a Green Tea Frap and sat down to go over my Match.com search results.
Hoooo Boy! This got good.....I received 389 "leads", 'member I'm a salesman so I look at the world in sales terms.......So I had to start weeding through my choices.....first to go......the obvious “FNUs” (fat and ugly)....yeah, that sucks to have to put people out, I felt like a cross between a VIP room bouncer and some guard in Auschwitz.....but I've had my mornings where I have woken up next to a "ton of fun" that I had justified sacking up with by loosing count of my drinks.....it's not a nice feeling and for some reason they always felt and voiced that I "used" them....OK!
I also X'd the ones with no pictures, come on, on-line dating is advertisement. You gotta put your best foot forward if any. To leave out your picture is just plain stupid. However I must point out that I did request a picture from a woman and she turned out to be attractive, great in bed, a doctor and an ultimate psycho when she told me off for not calling her one morning two weeks into our "relationship"....
So after going through the obvious I started to look at the ones that only showed their faces in the pictures.....It's cool to see the hams hanging off the bones when they lift their cellphones to take their own pics.... of course I had a few that had these studio portraits......Verdict: The hams went, the studio portraits....I figured they were Realtors who would eventually try to sell me some property or try to get me to refinance....I read a bit into their profile and it they usually read like a grocery list, this is a characteristic that is not only dominant in Realtors. A lot of women have the tendency to do this .then I started to weed out the "Princess", those are the ones that list "shopping" as a sport......flush!
After that I went after the ones with the 4-6 kids.....Hey man, ever heard of contraceptives! I kinda feel bad for these women, they have given their best to some moron of a husband who probably ran away with some single, younger woman.....I just hope they are keeping up the child support. Mind you I don't write off women with kids, having a daughter myself they are usually the ones I have the most things in common with. They are also, because of obvious deprivation, most responsive to fun and I enjoy sharing my time with them. When I go out with this type of woman I wine and dine them conscious to applaud them for the accomplished women they are....think about it, to have to raise 3-4 kids on your own is not easy. I'm a pretty good father, spend a lot of time with my daughter, involved in her studies and always pay my child support on time and never asked for an accounting of where it is spent. This unfortunately makes me a "catch" in their eyes. But reality always sets in when they begin to unload their slice of shit sandwich on me. I make it a rule to "leave my baggage at home" when I meet a woman but unfortunately after going out with them for awhile they do want your support and commitment. As a consequence I have the knack of savagely pulling the plug on it all. Because of this I truly try to stay away. I really don't want to hurt anyone. As I wrote in my last posting, it's all about quality time......
After this elimination I began some serious, pardon the phrase...."Cherry Picking". I started to read the profiles and they get pretty monotonous....shopping lists really and at this point I get rid of the professional hookers....the ones that are nice girls looking for Mr. Right to love them and "spoil them"..........Flush.
By this time my rooster has dropped to about two dozen "favorites" and I have emailed them a brief note, basically, "I just reactivated my account and I have found many cute girls here. I find you to be a very attractive woman. I like to take things slowly. I would like to begin to communicate and hopefully meet in person". If I was fishing you may say I laid out my lines, now it's time to sit back and wait.
There are a few that I just have to take my time and write, usually these are women I want to piss off for some reason or another. For instance one posted that she is Brazilian living in Colombia working for a "Chapter" company and that she loves to go shopping. I was going to write her that I was willing to meet her, dine her, nail her to my mattress and send her home with a 200 dollar JC Penny giftcard but decided to write her that she worked for a "Charter" company and that she should pick up a grammar book while shopping......
Another "Pro" "winked" at me today. She is 31 years old and lives in Alligator Point 250 miles from Dallas Texas. She is 5'8" and her profile reads so professionally. I'm tempted to answer it and see where it takes me but I'm trying to keep this as real as possible.
By now you might be judging me to be one cynical angry man and other less flattering judgments. Truth of the matter is that I am looking for a woman that is compatible to me, BUT, as I have always advised people that are single, you gotta kiss a ton of toads before you kiss a Princess.....Keep you posted....

Is it Me or Does This Happen to Everyone?

I haven't had my carwash for over a month because of rain and timing. So Monday morning after dropping my daughter off at school I went to get it washed. When finished it looked like the shiny toy I enjoy and the world just seemed brighter driving it to work. I guess it had to do with the fact the windows were clean.
Everything started to fall apart the moment I went to park it.
I've been suffering from vertigo, the result of another "perfect storm" that i went through in August and still haven't recovered from, and so this seemed to affect me as I backed up the car and I hit a pole that is right next to my parking space......daaaaaaamn!@&?! I destroyed the driver side rear light.
Needless to say I started Monday on a sour note. I went on line and found the replacement lens for about 150. I figure that if I'm talented enough to take apart and reassemble a Rolex watch I can remove and reinstall one of these myself.
The work day came to and end and as I was driving out of the parking lot I thought I had been pelted by eggs. I stopped the car and it wasn't eggs it was bird droppings. I looked up and there it was, only one dove sitting on the power lines. Not only had it decided to take a dump at such an inopportune moment as I drove under it but this SOB must have taken what can described as the biggest bird dump in the Gables! G-d it looked like he dropped a couple of eggs on me!
I arrived home and washed-wiped the droppings off. The car didn't look as nice as it dis in the morning though.
This morning I woke up and when I looked out the window it was raining.......one of those drizzle type rains that don't wash off anything but brings up the night grime on cars and makes them look dirty.
Long ago I learned never to place my contentment on material things or girlfriends for that matter. At that moment I would have probably returned to bed and had a couple of hours of unbridled sex which no doubt would have made me forget about the days events but on fortunately I'm at one of those "in between relationships" stages and I have no woman to re-channel my sexual aggressions to so I'm having to "man-up" and put up with the bird poop. When I think about it, it's probably easier than putting up with my ex's BS. How did we get here?
The Match Scene: 
It's been almost one week that I have sorted through my Match.com connections and I have send emails to about six prospects. I received two replies, one informing me that she is currently dating someone "special" and the other one telling me how busy she is with work and her daughter's upcoming wedding. While doing laundry this morning I made a couple of "sappy" emails and send them to three other women. I am now going to find out if women do indeed like someone who is upfront or do they rather be "played". I think that I shouldn't change what has always worked for me.
Back to the Here and Now:
As I sit here at B&N on a Friday night I have my 11 year old daughter in front of me. She was dropped off for the third weekend in a row. Two weekends ago it was my turn, last weekend her Mother wanted some "alone time" with her husband. My Daughter warned her that she did not want anymore siblings. She already has a four year old brother. This weekend she is being dropped off because she is attending an every-other-weekend accelarated study group at one of the most prestigious schools in the county. 
She was one of thirty girls in the entire county invited to join this group last year and attended their summer camp.
Although I was very proud of her participation, I warned her very clearly not to get any ideas of attending the school because enrollment runs 19-27K a year.
As I sit here at B&N She has dropped off by her step-father. At first her Mom had told me that they were going to have dinner together, then she called me and told me that she was going to be dropped off. When I asked her why the change of plans she explained that "her son was falling asleep", hey, my daughter loves to be with me because I give her lots more attention. At times I feel that her Mother's idea of quality time is spend running errands and shopping.....I would make this an issue but I believe the other extreme is worst. She might want to have her spend more weekends with her and take some of my quality time with her away.
So tonight I have my little one and life is so good.

The Color of Truth

The color white is made up of all the colors in the spectrum. We cannot think of "Truth" in terms of "White" because it would be a truth that contains too many variables and therefore not be "Truth" at all.

Black is infinitely devoid or any color. We can find truth here. And this makes one wonder if "Truth" can only be found in a state of Death were there is theoretically, an infinite blackness/nothing.