I Write... Outta Shear Boredom
Now Ya All Know.
World Wide.
What Drives This Peckz Droppin Man.
I ain't gonna lie.
I do receive some satisfaction.
At times.
Regarding the words left behind pecked across the whores expansive keyboard.
I have never really given any thought to all of this.
Except to say that several months back two very intelligent, as well very cool people expressed to me that I needed to seek a literary agent.
I am a very literal person.
I ran with their suggestion.
Honestly.
I couldn't care less if I was ever published for one simple fact that this Thang this Whore as it were would now be for money along with all the corporate assholes that go with the entire en devour.
All that said.
I did create then send out my agent seeking letter.
After mind numbing copy and paste to the point of Cornea Napalm Injections I let it be.
I did receive quite a few offers though.
Several of these were from 'Self Publishing' companies.
As I pointed out to them I am already self published.
Doesn't cost me one thin worn dime off the hot steamy tarmac.
I told them that I am now currently read in 29 countries.
Welcome aboard Israel.
Ya All damn ass shittin me.
Ya All making this Irish JewBoy Humbled in ways I have never experienced.
. יה כל יפה הטובה ביותר. Damnn
Ireland.
Welcome the hell aboard.
Ya All The Beautiful Best.
Iraq.
Thanks for the read.
Ya All The Beautiful Best.
Currently Da swamp Readership is approaching 2000 readers a month.
Not bad for a site that is strictly word of mouth.
Not to mention number one on 8 separate search engines.
Never a scintilla of an iota of a drop of SEO applied.
So my self publishing corporate monkeys.
Find another sucker.
I have as well received very nice response letters from various other Agents.
All nice people.
But again.
When it comes to generating income writing is not an avenue that I will ever pursue.
When I care to generate income I go to an old friend of Da Swamp:
Workathomenoscams.com
Mr. Eddy Solomon.
Dude Bankin Bukoo Stacks($).
Has been for close to 10 years.
Many of my friends load up their Pay Pals from Eddy's recommendations.
Just thought I'd preface.
Then poof.
In less than a sec.
Gone.
Dissipated far back into the past.
Everything.
Nothing left standing.
Gone in a blink.
Forever.
The road leading to all freeway exit off ramps to the past.
Blown to less than bitz of dust.
Never to exist again.
The Entire
Entourage
Scenery Extras
Standbys
Props
Gone forever.
Just as it should be.
Isiah 43.4 18 - 19
18. Remember ye not the former things, neither consider the things of old.
19. Behold, I will do a new thing; now it shall spring forth;
Shall ye not know? I will even make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.
If all that wasn't enough.
Isiah 65: 18 - 13
Therefore thus saith the Lord God, Behold, my servants shall eat, but ye shall be hungry; behold, my servants shall drink, but ye shall be thirsty; behold, my servants shall rejoice, but ye shall be ashamed.
Damn Ryan.
Ya getting all biblical on our ass'?
Well... Yeah. Kinda.
As far as any biblical quote I have ever come up with is for sure not because of any diligent Bible study on my part.
For me my journey into the Bible is quite simple.
I hold my King James Version in my hands.
Close my eyes.
Open it up.
Were I land.
I land.
I prefer Kings James for the simple fact that it is the real deal.
Unlike the New Kinda Sorta Modern Bible that switches changes wind up pitch on the way interpretation.
G.O.D. does not need to be re interpreted slanted if you will tell you what you wanna hear.
G.O.D. straight to the point.
Not your point.
HIS Point.
I started today's blog reflecting on a conversation I had with a friend earlier today.
My friend asked me a question.
"Ryan. How do you maintain your laid back happy approach to life. Quiet. Un assuming. Smiling. Kind. With all the crap you have seen in your life. Wicked people taking your money. It's like you don't even care".
Exactly.
It breaks down to this for me.
There are evil wicked people in this world.
It is not my job to correct these individuals.
It is my job to get away as fast and far as I can.
As well as far as holding grudges go.
Any individual that has made their existence in my life a blood puking hell for how ever long.
Be it a Minute a Day a Year.
Whatever.
Why in the hell would I ever want to bring that incident up again.
This person is down the road.
See Ya.
Like my Naples, Florida friend and neighbor once said to me.
"Ryan. The V.A. is Fucking me.
This Government is Fucking me.
And you just stand there drinking your coffee smoking your cigarette smiling.
Haven't you ever been fucked"?
"Bern. My Man.
My 'Got Fucked' Book is so damn big.
It takes two United Van Lines 53 foot trailers and Kenworth Tractors along with three ten men crew just to close the back cover of that book.
Who cares.
Getting fucked is a right of passage regarding manhood.
Ya win some.
Ya loose some".
For me.
Without a doubt.
Any wicked perpetration against me is on the perpetrator.
For guilt is a mega ton heavy motherfucker.
Unless of course said perpetrator is a Sociopath or Criminally insane.
Either way.
Just more removable wreckage from the freeway cement.
That's just me.
Somehow.
Everyday.
For over 60 years.
The Great Lord God Almighty has chosen to wake me up.
Perfect health.
Not a thang wrong.
I can not even begin to calculate my Gratefulness.
Why in the hell would I want to cloud over this supreme blessing?
As far as what individuals feel about me.
I have never been up in any clickety clan.
Never cared not one iota of a scintilla what another human thought of me.
In my world.
There is only One that can judge me.
HE.
Be G.O.D.
The worldly thangs.
Yeah.
I have owned bukoo.
Just worked out that way.
Never financed a thang.
I wanted something.
I bought it.
Hard cold.
Cash.
I never ever identified myself for what worldly possessions I owned.
These were just toyz.
Thangs to satisfy my boredom until they fell short.
Several months back while attending a social function.
Some man started a conversation with me.
A conversation based on the thangs of the world.
Possessions.
For me a very shallow individual whose insecurity lay bolstered in the stuff.
As well an idiot.
So here we are.
Myself minding my own until gorilla mind decided to attempt to ruin my evening.
He started talking car's.
Car's have been a lifelong passion of mine.
I have literally owned hundreds.
I also owned a Vintage Sports and Race Car showroom way back when in West Los Angeles.
Any who.
Dude asks me what I'm driving.
I tell him I haven't owned a car in 10 years.
Why not he asks.
I respond that I am cheap.
That for $15.00 a month and my Senior Citizen Bus Pass I'm more than good to go.
"Oh yeah".
Waffle eyes responds.
"What kind of cars did I own"?
I tell him to name some.
Off he goes.
From Chevy all the through Aston, Jags, BMW, M.B's Nash Ramblers Pontiac Ferrari's Fiats Fords.
Just on and on.
To the point where I thought Dudes eyeballs were going to dis lodge into my Latte.
Life is a progression.
Change is constant.
The flow is never ending.
All one really possess in this world is ones self.
From deep inside transcending from the Spirit up through the Soul out into the Universe.
What one casts regardless of substance comes back ten fold.
In the entire scheme of it all.
We are all alone up until that point way into the wee.
When and where that movie of our lives actions play out in full Technicolor.
Unless your freeway is spotless clean.
Your not a Sociopath nor Criminally Insane.
Your way dark in the wee moments with HIM will reflect your ultimate outcome.
Proceed accordingly.
Now. On To The World.
Beatin Dead Horses Sunday.
I have gone somewhat into Da Swamp Archives.
Again.
More like a re do of certain parts of a former blog.
To make a point.
The point being that I detest Evil/Wicked Death Propagating Round Em Up Smokin Other Human Beings For The Sole Purpose Of Furthering Ones Own Slanted Hate Driven Agenda.
An Agenda Perpetrated By Those Of Very Wealthy Upbringing and Advantages.
Violent Selfish Sick Individuals That Haven't Any What So Ever Business Walking This Planet Of God's.
I outlined these dangerous Murdering individuals.
Cold Blooded Killers Of American Law Enforcement Heroes.
Bill Ayers Barack
Obama, Michelle Obama, David Axelrod, Valerie Jarrett, Kevin Jennings,
Anita Dunn, Arne Duncan, Martha Kanter, Vartan Gregorian and Cindy
Moelis.
These Individuals Are Blood Thirsty Murderers On Every Conceivable Level.
"Communism Is Like One Big Phone Company".
“Every
day people are straying away from the church and going back to God. -
See more at:
http://www.lennybruceofficial.com/famous-quotes/#sthash.AVQNzTVN.dpuf
“Communism is like one big phone company.”
"Every Day People Are Straying Away From The Church And Going Back To God".
"The
'What Should Be' Never Did Exist, But People Keep Trying To Live Up To
It. There Is No What Should Be. There Is Only What Is".
The Liberals Can Understand Every Thing Except Those That Don't Understand Them".
Some very pertinent and strong quotes from a Man that would seem to be on the far side of Conservative.
As well these quotes were spoken over 4 decades ago.
O.K. Class.
Who is the person that spoke these wise words?
Come on class.
This person is:
Mr. Lenny Bruce.
Did not know that Mr. Bruce was a Great American did you America?
As well the Father Of All Comedy Today.
Lenny For Sure Paid The Price.
www.lennybruceofficial.com/Lenny Bruce
I know that there will be plenty of conservative folk who daily read this blog saying:
"OMG. Lenny Bruce. Such A Filthy Mouth".
Yeah.
No Doubt.
The exact reason That I Put my life on the line for this country.
Along with my many Brothers who left it behind on the field of battle.
To insure that Myself as well the rest of America can say what they want where they want about who ever they want.
Today I look at America.
I say to myself.
This is what the sacrifice was for?
A Country That At One Time Was The Model Of Freedom To The Point Other Countries Fought Bled Died For The Same Opportunities Afforded To Americans.
As for this Man In Da Street I read my first Lenny Bruce Book At The Age Of 12.
I listened to all his records as well.
Thank you second oldest Sister for all the knowledge you imposed on me.
The point is on a daily basis here in America "We The People'" rights are being chain sawed away by the second by Criminal Elements who haven't any problem what so ever doing what ever it takes to bring this country down in Bloody Destruction.
Including but not limited to the Murdering of American Law Enforcement Personnel.
These same Sub - Creaton less than Animals at the first sign of danger and death will run to the very American Law Enforcement that they Murder to protect their Toxic Communist American Terrorist Murdering Ass'
These individuals in my world are less than BITCHES.
www.sodahead.com/united...bill-ayers...police-protection/blog-50168/
Yet America just sits back and keeps on electing the absolute most CORRUPT CRIMINAL People that have seemingly ever existed on this planet.
For the most part this blog has been composed at colleges and major universities around this country.
Right now I sit in a very large University pecking away.
A place where the young people attending are not only kind but very intelligent perceptive and in many cases wise beyond their years.
They are not at all happy with America.
I know they tell me.
This is not the America they were taught about throughout primary school.
They tell me America today is some far flung dictatorship run by very bad criminals.
They get it.
But Adult America.
Your fat ass' again left out in the freezing cold.
Benghazi.
I read an article yesterday that very clearly states that Valery Jarret was the person who gave the order of 'Stand Down' that resulted in the death of four Great Americans.
From Da Swamps Friends at Western Journalism.
Valerie Jarrett's Stand Down Order - Western Journalism
www.westernjournalism.com/valerie-jarretts-stand-down-order/
Valery Fuckin Jarret.
A Wealthy Spoiled Suburban Hoe.
A Blood Thirsty Communist Jihad Muslim Radicalized From Birth.
A Proud Murderer For 'The Cause'.
I'm speechless.
Except For The Following.
Yo Val.
Dis Engage Your Fat Ugly Jew Hating Anti Semitic Gorilla Lips from Around The Un Circumcised Hanging Flesh Of Bill Ayers ...
Ryan. Out.
Just A Side Note.
Growing up in the South Central Los Angeles Hood I had a neighbor.
Jones.
We were born on the same day.
Same time of day.
Jones was one year my senior.
We knew each other our entire lives.
We both started working at the age of 11 years old.
The both of us due to wealthier relatives on the Century City side of L.A. attended a very nice high school on that side of town.
Because we worked and saved money we were able to buy very nice surf boards.
We would take our long boards hitchhike to Marina Del Rey or Santa Monica Beech.
On one of those days.
Jones getting ready to attend high school myself ready to enter 8th grade.
After a day of Rollin some real gnarly ass rips we were hanging back on the beech chillin.
The conversation went something like this.
"Ryan".
"Yeah".
"Don't talk to people anymore".
"Don't talk to people anymore. It's bad"?
"Yeah. It's bad. Just answer yes or no".
"Yes or no. Don't talk"?
"Yeah Ryan. Just talk to me. I get it".
"O.K. I'll just talk to you".
This protocol has been a life time for me.
See I read a lot. A read lot from the age of 4 years old.
Stuff just came out of my mouth.
Where all this is coming from is I was outside of the university just now having a smoke.
20:44 Hours.
I was thinking of my friend.
The last time Jones and I hung out was at my crib off Las Olas Blvd back in the 954.
Fort Lauderdale Florida.
We spent Jones 53rd birthday and my 52cd Birthday together.
Jones was entering the final stages of Rectal Colon Cancer.
We were sitting in back of my home on the water with all the boats and stuff.
I had procured for Jones some 'Tweeze' to help him with the pain.
'Tweeze' being Marijuana.
As well Jones was eating Oxycontin like it was going out of style.
He at that point in his life was living in Fox Lake Illinois with his young wife and two baby children.
We laughed.
Alot.
Mostly about girls.
See Jones always somehow ended up banging my girlfriends.
I was good with that cause it let me know girl was a Hoe.
Yeah.
Wacked.
Pulling out of my drive way on Sunday 09 May 2004 my cell rang.
My youngest Son was with me.
10 years old at the time.
"Daddy.
It's Jonesy Boy.
That's how his name appeared on my cell".
"What up Dawg".
It was Jones wife.
She told me he just passed away in his home in his bed.
Kaddish Friend.
Miss Ya Dawg.
I'm still kicking it on this toxic rock.
Yeah.
I know you know.
I Miss Ya Dawg.
Yeah.
Da Last Mother Fucker Standing.
Lucky Fuckin Me.
Yet another side note.
Over The Last 3 Years I have Been The Subject Of 4 Attempts
On My Life As A Direct Result Of This Blog.
Ya Gonna Smoke Me.
Smoke Me Bitch.
Detain This Bitch.
And Your MuthuFuckin Mamma.
And Ya All Wonder Why Peeps Gettin Past Secret Service
