Ryanindaswamp / Man In Da Street

Ease Up Into Monday

Don Sterling.
My Man.
You how Old?

Cause I gotta tell Ya Sir, you have to own seniority shares in both Ciallis and Viagra.
One can only hope.

Like Dis Stud.
You running and rippin with a young Hoe. 
Young enough to be your Grandchild.
Hoe a Hoe.

For sure. 
Hoes bring a whole hellava lot of drama. 
By the city cesspool full.
In your case, serious, treacherous drama.
I mean. 
I would ask you if hittin dat pussy was good. 
But honestly Sir, I don't think you would know the difference. 

If all that was not enough.
You dealing with every White Boyz Fear. 
This Author excluded of course.
Your Girl Bangin A Brother.
Trust me America. 
I'm being real kind.

Seemingly Mr. Sterling, you got your White Boy ass hooked up with a real UF Hoe.
Good luck with all that Donnie Boy.

Movin On.

"Knock Knock".
"Who's there"?
"Cable T.V. Tech".
"I didn't order cable. I have satellite".
"Knock Knock".
"Who's there"?
"Yellow Cab".
"I didn't call for a cab".
"Knock Knock".
"Who's there"?
"Domino's Pizza".
"I didn't order any pizza".
"Knock Knock".
"Who's there"?
"United States Federal Government".
"I'm Fucked".

For myself.
Every time I hear 

 'Prez', 

Harry 'Da Lying Hoe' Reid, 

Nancy 'Lying Nasty Stretch Face' Pelosi, 

Jay 'Wouldn't Know Da Truth If It Bit Him In His Ass' Carney,  

I am cross dimensionally catapulted, F16 jet thrust back to the 1990's SNL skit 'Land Shark'

For all you Americans that believe these Lying Hoe's. 
I have a 4 tier
5 lane each side
Bridge 
Spanning 33 miles over a crystal blue river running thru The Sonora Desert.

Special Deal. 
Today Only.
If You Call Today.
I'll throw in 7 Aliens. 
Courtesy of Bill Clinton.
For Real America.

To my fellow Tucsonians.
God Bless Ya All.

"Hey Ryan, I just love your blog. So do all my friends. You write so very nice. But Ryan. It's just that foul mouth diversion that you at times go into at great lengths. I know more people here in town would read you, if you could just scale back that bad language thing".

I hear Ya All.
I'll bring this foul mouth thang up at the next Swamp board meeting. 
Just hold your breath. 
I'll get back to you.

For the rest of you, Tucson, Az. is a Major Left Wing Commie Bastion. 
Or.
In My Best Possible Language.
A Major American Shit Hole.
This is the exact reason Tucson, Az. is going broke. 
Very Rapidly.
In fact broke, would be a major improvement

But not to fail.
If you are a convicted felon, this is the place to be. 
Benefits from free housing, to food stamps and everything in between.

Commit crime after crime after crime after crime. 
Get out Da Joint. 
Head to Tucson. 
Crooked attorneys lined city limit to city limits.
Here to get you all the SSI Benefits They Can Steal From The U.S. Government.
Welcome to 'Prez's' voter base.

While American Veterans Collapse and Die In Da Street. 
Daily.
Just Gotta Love It.

General Motors.
The poster boy for Inefficiently Managed, Directed and Operated Business's on the Government dole.
The driving power behind this miserable failure is none other than American Unions. These idiots can not even order the right parts, nor install them properly, while the more than poorly educated workers enjoy hourly salaries, benefits and options that should only be for hard working regular American workers. 

Ford Motor Company.
Doing just A O.K.

Volkswagen said Bye Bye Unions. 
Have a nice day. 
We'll take it from here.

Toyota.
Doing just fine.
No thank you unions.

And the Articulate Union Spokesman Himself. 
Fat Wop.
  
Jimmi 'If I Had A Real Brain' Hoffa. 

Living off his dead, corrupt father's legacy. 
Cussing up a storm.

“Let’s take these sons of bitches out and give America back"!
  
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Yo. Jimmi. 
You Fat Wop Bitch. 
Bring Your Big Fat, Ugly Dago Self Down Here To Da Desert.
I've got some real Irish Love For Ya.
Bitch.
Oh Yeah.
Fuck Your Hoe Mamma.

On Da Home Front.

Word on Da Street Iz Dat Ryan In Da Swamp In Da Desert, is rumored to be pullin outta the desert.

Seemingly. 
Somehow.
TBGNS (The Beautiful Girl Next Store) 
Catches wind of this upcoming great escape.
Without any reserve what so ever.
TBGNS
Informs me as she briefed me regarding my Sunday Iggy Da Dog detail, that if I'm going, she's going with. 
That she is not living anywhere that does not include me living next store to her.

TBGNS Informs me;
"Where ever you go Ryan. I go".

Dats Right. 
Girl tells me to jump. 
At sky high altitude. 
I'm screaming, "How High Girl"?
There Ya have it.

For real. 
On every level.
Damn Lucky Ass Fuckin Me.

Drama Up Close and Personal.
21:37 Hours. 2014.19.05

Gettin ready to call it a day, I hear sirens off the wire. Then that all too familiar drone down, whoop whoop whoop of said sirens.
I open my door. 
Across the street at another complex 5 Police Cruisers, 2 Fire Trucks, 1 Bomb Squad Van. And a whole lot of pandemonium.
Across the street, drama draped disaster off da wire.

More Poe On Da Scene.
Complex locked down.
Myself and my neighbors grabbin major gawk time at the ensuing scene across the street.

I grab a just rolled cigarette, head out the door. Position myself at the end of my property next to the pool.
Come to find out that in one of the units across the street, Dude pulls up in a car. 
Parks in front of a unit. 
Walks to the door. 
Knocks. 
Man opens the door. 
Blam Blam Blam. 
One round catches man in the leg. 
Shooter gets back in his car. 
Drives away.

Story goes. 
Seemingly, Shooters Girl up in da crib with the just shot White Male.
So much for her cheating heart.

For real. 
Dis Da Wild Wild West.
Guess Hoe won't be cheating on her man any time soon.
Chalk this one up to Lessons Learned Hard. 
Real Hard.
Just goes back to a Hoe, a Hoe.

Actually not much more newz regarding this shooting.
Not to worry world.
Two, that's 2, bodies found in various ditches here in Tucson over the last 4 dayz.
Actually, according to these stories, there seems to be a bunch of shootings and bodies all over the place here in this tiny desert MayBerry.

Now add into the equation, Tucson Police are down 300 Patrol Officers. 
No hiring of more Patrol Officers in sight.
Several retiring Rank, with no replacements on the horizon.

And crime, vicious, brutal crime growing by the ton. Daily.
Yeah.
Da West Side. 
Peep's for sure not playin.
Welcome to the new Detroit.

Ryan On Da Run. 
See Ya Desert.
Damn sure don't wanna be ya.

The battle rages on.
Satan. 
The Toxic Cesspool Scum Bag Rat on a roll.
Kickin Ass. 
Not even bothering taking names at this point.
He knows for sure his dayz are numbered.
Attacks on the Righteous at all time highs.

For this Author.
Daily.
Over and Over and Over Again.

In The Name Of Jesus Christ.
My Beautiful.
My Beloved.
My Only Lord and Savior.
Satan.
I Rebuke You.
All Your Evil/Wicked Mindless Hi-Jinks.
All Your Insanity.
All Your Noisem Pestilence That Crawls By The Darkness and Flies By Day Light.
I Cast You Satan Into The Bottomless Pit Of Fire For A Thousand Years.
IN THE NAME OF JESUS CHRIST.
IN THE NAME OF JESUS CHRIST.
IN THE NAME OF JESUS CHRIST.
THE BLOOD OF JESUS CHRIST FLOWS THROUGH ME.

Over and Over and Over Again.
Second To Nano Second.
Tick To Tock.
24/7 365 and Beyond.

Ryan. Out. 

Oh.
Almost Forgot.
Big Fat Swamp Love Shout Out To My New Readers In;
Lithuania
Hungary
United Arab Emirates

Da Swamp Blowin Up.
World Wide. 
Cha All Da Beautiful Best.
Thank Ya All So So Very Much
God Bless Ya All
Who Ever Ya All's Beautiful God Is. 

Some More Of My Favorite Music

I actually owned the following album.
Talk About Mind Blowin. 
Roland Kirk In This Rendition Had 7 Saxaphones Strapped Around His Neck. 
Sorry Ol Blue Eyes(Frank Sinatra) Cha All Ain't Got Nothin On Dis.
Oh Yeah. Roland Is Blind.
My oldest Sister helpin my Momz clear out the basement while I was doing my best to stay alive in some far flung jungle worlds away threw this collector album out.

1. 6:49

   Roy Haynes Quartet featuring Roland Kirk - Fly Me to the Moon

   Roy Haynes Quartet featuring Roland Kirk - Fly Me to the Moon (In Other Words) (1962) Personnel: Roland Kirk (tenor sax, ...

1. 40:39

   John Coltrane My Favorite Things (1961) [Full album] 

   My Favorite Things is the seventh album by jazz musician John Coltrane, released in 1961 on Atlantic Records,

  
       2:42

1. Aretha Franklin - Chain Of Fools Live (1968)

   The Queen doing her thang. Enjoy No Copyright intended.

Ryanindaswamp / Man In Da Street

Absolution Saturday


My Name Is Ryan.
I Am An Addict.

Dun for in every way. 
Through the tube. 
Out the shoot. 
Gone Betty Gone.

My unfortunate legacy.




If all that was not enough, throw into this Diabetic Waiting Nitemare 2 packs of Rollies and a box of Whoppers.

Yet.
I can not put on a pound to save my life. Forget that I am consuming any where from 4 boxes of Nips a day. Now I've been condemned to Whoppers and Rollies.
I eat this sugar death all nite long in my much disturbed sleep.

I was not sure what my broken condition was yesterday regarding my out of the normal lethargic state of mind. Then it hit me. I was Jone-sing sweets as I had completely run out of my sugary death.

Down to Walgreen's I headed. 
Bought the store. 
In fact enough to even give away some to TBGNS (The Beautiful Girl Next Store). 
To say I was in like Flynn is a cyclopean understatement.
Oh Yeah.

The bottom line regarding all this hyper assent into sweets is taking to the recovery highway starting today. 
I truly hope that a 911 call is not in order.

Sun Trust Bank.
Licensed Thieves on The Maximum Level.

Where I am coming from is a T.V. Newz Broadcast yesterday evening talked about how Sun Trust bank stole this persons money and as well how Sun Trust is being investigated by The Fed's.

SunTrust Probed on Fannie Dealings - MarketWatch

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My experience with Sun Trust Bank was Seemingly innocent. In fact my personal savings account of 25 years. My retirement as it were. No one except me and Sun Trust even knew this account existed.

(I want to apologize at this time for the Italics. Just Blogger Fucking up as usual AGAIN. Really. The absolute worst blog medium out there. I'm being kind. But it is a daily struggle with this program Yo. Blogger. Instead of concerning yourselves with your candy ass ad's that you do not even pay on. How Bout trying to make this blog site user friendly. God Forbid. Google You Suck).
  
In fact this was the beginning of a story that my friends so want me to write. Maybe. Some day. 
Today I will give you just a peak.

I was up in Flagstaff, Az. visiting a friend. Veronica.
I had just completed a job for a client. Content and Web Redesign.

I was in downtown Flag, across from the train station on Route 66. I hit my Droid for the bank, Sun Trust to see if  the deposit had hit. Following is the conversation with customer service.
The mystery for me at that point, that day, was why was I speaking with a live agent and not the automated que. 

"Hello Mr. Donovan".

"Uhmm. Is this the automated"

"No Mr. Donovan. My Name Is Shatrinka"

"Good Afternoon Shatreeka".

"No Mr. Donovan. My name is not Shatreeka. My name is Shatrinka".

"Oh. O.K. Shantrinka. I am calling to get my balance and to see if a $3600.00 direct deposit has hit".

"Mr. Donovan. You need to say my name right. Shatrinka".

"Shantrina, what is my balance"?

"MR.  DONOVAN . You WILL get my name right".

"Young Lady. Your demeanor is absolutely unacceptable. You are employed by one of the largest banks in this country. A bank that I have been doing business with for 25 years. So Young Lady, please find the Dictum and Decoram of a person who is employed by one of the largest banks in this country".

"SHATRINKA. That is how you say my name".

"Honestly, Shantreeka, Shantrinka, Shatfuckurmamma. I do not give two shitz or three fast flying fuckz how in the hell you pronounce your fuckin name".

I know. I know. My bad. Marine Corp Officer mouth got the best of me. Oh well. Just another day in hell.

"You are a rude fuckin Cracker Mr. Donovan".

"Huh. Tehh. I want to speak to your manager. Now. This is unacceptable behaivor. Transfer this call".

"FUCK YOU CRACKER". Click. Call gone.

Standing there on a corner in Flagstaff Arizona, I repeated several times to myself, Fuck me Cracker Huh.

I walked across the street to the train station.




I drew out my bank card. Hit Mr. Droid. Waited for the automated to come on line. Caught the prompt to enter my bank account number.

"The number you entered is invalid. Account does not exist".

I removed my glasses from my back jeans pocket. Hit Mr. Droid. Entered my bank number for the second time.

"The number you entered is invalid. Account does not exist".
I repeated this process 4 more times only to hear the same recording. On the 7th attempt the recording informed me that I was not able to make this call from that number. 
"Goodbye".

Needless to say my Stacks($), a VERY considerable amount was gone.
This event started the most amazing part of my life. Actually all pretty cool.

And yes I did go to a local office here in the Desert to be told by a bank president;
"No problem Mr. Donovan. See you in court". Was this fat, bloated, constipated, Sun Trust Banker' reply.

This ass holes only saving grace was that I have never been arrested in my life for anything. 
My background glows a stellar squeaky clean radiance.
I wasn't going to prison for murder at that point in time.

So, in true Swamp fashion.

FUCK YOU SUN TRUST BANK AND ALL YOUR HOE MAMMA BANK EMPLOYEES AROUND DA WORLD

Seemingly. Ya All getting ready to be brought down. There is a God.

Last but not least.

Bill Cunningham.
Representing last nite on Hannity.
I wish I could get your radio show here in the desert.
You certainty standing tall Sir. 

Regarding Boko Haram.

I wrote about these insane murderers 2013 March. 
I'm a beat up old man. 
Literally a nobody.

Yet I was fully aware of Boka Haram over a year ago. Somewhere I have that dayz blog due to the kindness of a fan here in town that prints out my stories from WordPress Dot Com that have vanished into the thin.

At any rate, it is now over a year later that the Bought and Sold Newz in this country has tripped over Boka Haram.

My resolve, as I penned the other day is, French Special Forces. They are more than acclimated with Nigeria and the terrain.
This is a big fat non of ours. Let Europe do one Fuckin Thing On Their Own.

At this point in time I am starting to experience the hell of sugar withdrawal. 
Gotta Go.

Someone.
Anyone.
Pleeze Pray For My Recovering Sugar Addicted Ass.

Ryan. Out 

Ryanindaswamp / Man In Da Street

On Da Floor Flat Face Da Fuck Hard Against It Friday




Stupid Fuckin Me.

Day after day after day.

I hit the stats button.

Blog blowin up.

World Wide.

Day after day after day.
I cry like Da Bitch. 
Wah, Wah, Wah, Wet my pants Wah.

No Comments.
I'm thinkin to myself that I have to be the biggest ass hole in Da World.
Seemingly, a cock a roach don't even want to communicate with me.
Wah. Wah. Wah. 
Poor fuckin old little me. Wah.

Then it hit me.
Wham, Slam, Damn Fuckin Bam.

Yesterday early evening I am bored out of my mind.
I walk down over here to the college and start playin around on this site.

I hit a click by mistake. I scroll down.

I notice a button I never saw before.
'Comments' I hit Da Bitch.
382.
Comments.
Damnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!

There they are.
382.
Breaks down to 95.5 comments a month.

My total bad.

Blame It On;
Dropped Severly On My Head At Birth.
Straight Up H.A.L.O.
High Altitude. 
Low Opening. 
Out The Ass End Of A C-130.
Decent.
High Volacity Landing.
Wham. Slam. Bango. Bamm. 
Physical Well Being Squashed Like Green Rotten Tomatoes.

Through out my life, when necessary, I will apologize for any slight on my part, perceived or real.
I never say that I am Sorry.
Time to set precedent.

World.
Readers.
Cha All Da Very Very Beautiful Best.

I AM SO SO VERY FUCKIN SORRY TO ALL MY BEAUTIFUL BEST READERS WORLD WIDE.

God Bless Cha All. Thank You So Very Much.

Yo.
Google.
Don't wanna put any advertisement on my site due to a small small nano mistake on my part. 
I even apologized.

Oh Well. 
Dats Your Fuckin Bad Google.
I'll put my own adds on my site.

In Fact over at;
ryanindaswamp.wordpress.com 
I advertised Roush Racing and Roush Mustangs.

   

ROUSH Performance Vehicles

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Seemingly Da Swamp Actually Played The Major Role In Selling A Roush Mustang. 
All It Took Was One Clickety Click.
$165K. 
Oh Well.
Guess My Readers Just Ain't Dat Important To Cha All. 
King Google.

Oh Yeah.
Google.
People In Da Philipines Begging for the ability to Blog. I lost count of all the Beautiful Filipinos just about begging me to hook them up so they will be able to blog in the Philippines.
No Go Google Blog Blog For You Philippines.

Hey Cha All.
Hit Up WordPress. 
I am pretty sure that on WordPress Dot Com, they make blogging available.
I'm up there too. 
Matter of fact I am rebuilding that site.

For the reason that I do not own a computer, things seemingly move at a snails pace here in Da Swamp.
Not To Worry.
Swamp On It.

All You Beautiful Souls That Grace This Insane Diatribe Called Da Swamp.
Hooked Up Corner To Corner.
Tick To Tock.
Again. 
Thank Cha All.
God Bless Each and Every One of You.

Regarding a often repeated comment, from the small amount I have read up to this point.
The Peep's are talking about pictures.
Centering Pictures and Such.
I haven't any answers.
The fact of the matter is that for the most part pictures just do not show and if they do, they disappear in a day or two.
Quite frankly I am baffled.
I even posted a picture of myself as a Marine, in uniform and me today. All the other pictures on that dayz blog remained. The pictures of me did not appear. 
Recon For Life I Guess. 
Mystery Man Me.
Sorry Dude Who Asked.

Now.
Mission Forward is to reply to every one of your comments.
Swamp Up On It.
In A Quick Lickity.

Cha All The Beautiful Best.
Cha All Humble Me To Death.

Major Swamp Love Cha All.

Cha All Have A Beautiful Weekend.

Back Again.
3,229 comments.
Damnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!
Ya All Fuckin Shittin Me. 
For Sure.
I'm Damn Ass Swamped In Da Swamp.
HELPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
Over Whelmed Is  A Gargantuan, Cyplopean MutherFuckin Understatement.
Momz. What I Do Now.
A Dazed And Comment Confused.

Ryan. Out. 


The Tail End

Yo
Hackin Gay Ass White Boyz
Fuck You And All Your  Stank Ass Hoe Mammas

Ryanindaswamp / Man In Da Street

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I mean not Greg Gutfeld Cool.
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Thank God Her Majesty Has Arrived Veronica In Da House Fuckin Finally Ryan. Out.

Ryanindaswamp / Man In Da Street

Thurzday Love

Gansta Beatz

Thankx My Brother For Your Love and Props.
'Main Gansta'
You Humble Me Man.
Thank You So Much.

Here's a far flung Dream.
Just Maybe.
Quite Possibly Together We Can Coast to Coast, bring this country together in Love.
Dissipating all the Hatred deep deep into the dark dark cosmos.
Exposing all the guilty parties.

Yeah.
I know.
Less than a pipe dream.
Difficult.
But Not Impossible.
Maybe We Can Even Take It Past 'The B's and C's.
Wasn't that far back in Da Hood, South Central, Where The B's and C's Did Team Up Against Some Really Whacked Ugly Shit.

Swamp Love My Main Gansta.
Crenshaw Representin.
Thank You.

Justice Judge Jeanie.

Pit Bull Tenacity Girl.
Like Your Style. Caught Your Show Saturday.
You For Sure The Fuck Up On It.
Welcome To Da Swamp Girl.

Lucky Fuckin You.

I would apologize for my at times foul, street dirty mouth.
That of course would be a real phoney perpetration on my part.

Solution.

Firmly implant ear buds.

Hit 2Pac.
Live and Die In L.A.
You be fine. Good To Go.

Nigeria.
French Special Forces.
Honestly.
This is all it would take.
No need for American Forces.
Not at this time.
This tragic slaughter has been going on since 2002.

Europe.
Get Your Filthy Noses out Your Filty Ass' and Do Something.
For Once.
On The Fuck Your Own.
Sniveling Grease Butt Monkeys.

Who Dis Brent Hume?
Brent.
My Man.
Here's a path to enlightenment.

You and Geraldo Need To Team Up.
Call Your Show;
'Idiots On Parade'.
Cause For Sure, Both Of You Are At The Head Of The Idiot Line.

If all that wasn't bad enough.

Your a friend of Hillary Da Pig.
Lucky Fuckin You.
You take Bought and Should To New Heights.
Maybe Bill and Hill have an opening cleaning their kennels.

Here's my hash tag.
#Fuck You@Da Swamp.
Hit it up Bitches.

My last word of the day regarding Fox Newz.

Deep Breath In.
Deep Breath Out.
How I can I gently state this without any negative drama being flung at me in the form of blast back.
Here Cha Go.

Fox Newz.
Cha All, Without A Doubt.
Nothing To Analyze.
Have By Far.
The Hottest, Bangingnest Broads In Broadcast Newz.

Now add into that equation.
Brains.
Intellect.
Conviction.
Pit Bull Tenacity.
Straight Up.

I don't even know where to start.
The Sultan of Brunei' Bitches Ain't Got Nothing On Cha All.

I can say that?
It's not bad?

1959.
A very informative year for the Author.

One Saturday afternoon while listening to the baseball game on the radio with my Popz.
During a commercial break, Popz stated;

"The U.N. is Worthless. What possible reason can be surmised for America having anything what so ever to do with this Communist Organization".

My Father was a Marine Officer through out WWll.
Both fronts.
European.
Pacific.

Another quote from a family member was vocalized to me in 1959.

This quote came from my second oldest Brother. 
While watching a baseball game on the tube.
A Recon Marine. Home on leave.
My Hero. 
Talk about Veterans Dying Hard Without Dignity.

During the 7th inning stretch, Patrick looked at me and said;

"The Ass Holes Are Winning Squirt".

Patrick certainly was not talking about the baseball game.

He would preach to me that the assholes make up 99% of Americas Populous.

I wouldn't go that far. I'd  turn back that gauge a bit. Not a whole lot though.

To say the least. 
1959 was a very profound and enlightening year.

Welcome to the world of higher education.
Harvard.
Where else?

On a daily basis. 
If it is not hard enough to keep Satan and all his toxic slime rat self, soldiers and followers out of our ass.
Harvard. 
That Great Bastion of learning.
Wants to give 'The Toxic Slime Rat' Satan his day in the sun.

Without a doubt another class room experiment turning to excrement in the just dropped on the floor petrie dish.

Thankfully this satanical love fest was denied on campus.

Hey.
For $166,464.00 a year what do you expect.

Try this on for size.

Harvard Salaries by the Numbers

By Rachel M. Wehr, CONTRIBUTING WRITER April 10, 2013

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As this week’s Scrutiny focuses on tenure at Harvard, FM takes a look into how our professors are actually doing for themselves.
$198,400 Average salary for a full professor in 2012
$201,600 Average salary for a male full professors in 2012
$187,500 Average salary for a female full professors in 2012
+$69,500 Change in average full professor salary at Harvard since 2000
1,084 Number of full professors at Harvard
$54,496 Cost of undergraduate attendance at Harvard 2012-13
3.4 The average number of student tuitions needed to pay the average Harvard professor
$120,900 Average salary for associate professors in 2012
$109,800 Average salary for assistant professors in 2012
$56,700 Average salary for non-ladder instructors in 2012
$875,331 Total compensation for Drew Faust in 2010
#1 Harvard’s rank for average faculty salaries in the world

Not bad work if you can steal it.
Hash Tag. 
#Fuck You Harvard.
As Well, Your Football Team Sucks. 

Only One College Team Worth The Tuition.
My Alma Mater

Da U.
University of Miami.
Hurricanes Rule.




Speaking of American Education.
Following are what I consider interesting links that put in the full light of day exactly who the people are who are taking America down.
Hope Ya All find the following interesting.

Barack Obama and the Strategy of Manufactured Crisis

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Bill Ayers - Discover the Networks

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Why Republicans Need the Tea Party | National Review ...

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Common Core 'architect' David Coleman's history with Bill ...

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 Ryan. Out.





One Last Shout Out.

Blogger Dot Com
Thanks For Making This Blog An Almost Impossibility, Daily.
Literally Fighting With The Key Board And Mouse.
Hence Forth Italic Fuckin Letters.
Will Not Go Away.

Cha All Suck.



 









































 

Ryanindaswamp / Man In Da Street

Rectification Wednesday


I feel at this point into this insane diatribe called my blog I need to be clear.
Translucent.

Hoe
Bitch
Faggot
Fuckin
Asshole
Blasey. Blasey. Blasey.

My direct and surely motive in the choice of my street vernacular regarding certain, and seemingly many individuals involved in the highly paid task of running MY COUNTRY.
My EMPLOYEES if you will, are to bring to light the intensely Criminal direction that said individuals are mis-leading America into.

Simply stated these individuals do not in any way shape or form have my interests, nor the interests of my fellow Americans in mind.

These people that I write about are who they are. There is not one scintilla of hate involved in my assessment of these individuals.

You perpetrating dirt, day in day out. By the second, then cover up and lie and lie and lie. These reprehensible actions on your part, are your part. Everyone can't be lying.
As well I haven't any restraint what so ever that guides, nor prohibits me in what I write.
I am an observer.
I state observed facts.

I will even put it on the level of, I am a United States of America Marine.

16 years, thank you.
I had absolutely no choice in the matter. I was drafted out of college. 
Yeah. So I have heard that if during the Vietnam war one was enrolled in college, one was not getting shipped to South East Asia.
True.
If you came from a wealthy family. If you were not in college on scholarship.
It did not matter that I graduated, with honors from high school at the age of 16 years old.

As Veronica puts it;
"They kidnapped you out of college and sent you to rice paddies and death".
Yeah. And I stood tall.
I did what was asked of me. No different than anyone of my Brothers serving with me.
I returned home to violent, loud, obnoxious ass holes who did come from money.
Who did get out of fighting a bloody, bloody war. I was spit on. Called names. Daily.
I kicked ass. Daily.
Until I could no longer take it. I re-upped. For the simple reason that The Marine Corps, That is Core Mr. President. Because The Corps was the only people that wanted me. As well I come from a very long line of Marines.
Actually going all the way back to Tun Tavern.

I do not in any, way, shape or form accept, nor like wrong or sin.
Straight up.
I haven't any choice in the matter. Been that way my entire life.

My Military M.O.S. defined, simply stated is that of an observer. The first feet on the ground as it were.
To best way describe my assigned task as a United States of America Marine Officer, I take you back to Libya, 2011 22 03.

The pilot was picked up by a Marine search and rescue from the ship. The team launched its standard TRAP Mission (Tactical Recovery of Aircraft and Personnel), sending two Ospreys, two CH-53E helicopters and two Harrier jets. The Harrier jets launched first to patrol the skies over the downed pilot and the helicopters carried 35 marines to serve as perimeter protection if needed.  

The black high lighted words describe my EXACT M. O. S. (Military Operational Specialty).

Libya: U.S. Fighter Jet Crashes Near Benghazi; How the ...

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The point is that I first heard about this incident on Tuesday, 2011 22 03. 
I was sitting at my kitchen table in Naples, Florida.
The broadcaster told the story in the context that the pilots escaped with no harm. That the aircraft in fact detonated itself and blew the fuck up.
The broadcaster ended the story with, emphatically;
"NO BOOTS ON THE GROUND".

Again. 
Another Big Fat Ugly Lie perpetrated by my American government.
Because trust me America, when this countries Military Aircraft are over hostile, 
THERE ARE MOST DEFINABLY AMERICAN MILITARY BOOTS ON THE GROUND.
Marines. 
Marines who share my M.O.S. This is what we do.

On the Puffin Posing and Fronting side of all this, My identical M.O.S. was trailed by SS.

At any rate, it is the lies that bury deep that obnoxious burr in my saddle.

That Friday, walking to work, 07:00. 
Fox Newz, through my ear-buds, reported that, regarding the F-15A Fighter Jet that went down the previous Tuesday in Libya , out of no where appeared 7 Marines. 
The Marines rescued the Pilots. Demolitioned the aircraft and 'Smoked' 130 people congregated around the jet. Cause trust me. Aircraft down over hostile. Any individuals congratulating around that aircraft are perceived as the enemy.+

For the previous 4 dayz, The White House, The President, droned on and on and on about no boots on the ground. 
A fat, ugly, mis-representation. 
Perpetrated by Obama and his entire staff, including Hillary Clinton.

My point is that these people lie on a continuous basis. 
Daily. 
I am just an observer. 
I report what I KNOW. 
NOT CONJECTURE.

Now.
My reason for todayz blog.

Thank you Bill O'Rielly for waking me up for work tonight. The T.V. blasts on, with your show.
Bill.
I can only aspire to your success, intellect and convictions.
Your a good Man Irish. We on the same team.

People that I write about on my blog haven't a thing to do with hate. When I call bad people out I support those written statements with facts. My street vernacular is my way of showing who the people I focus on in a light that my up bringing molded me into.

That said.
Two Bachelor Degrees.
Mass Communications.
Business. 
2 semesters at one of this countries most prestigious law schools mean absolutely nothing. 
Oh yeah. 
Throw into the pot my Officer Rank.

I'm a street kid. 
This blog allows me the freedom, sans, regulation to state what I want in the chosen vernacular I choose. 
I back it all with facts.
Again. 
I am just reporting what is. 
Not what should be. 
Dirt is dirt. 
I find Dirt, especially Dirt perpetrated by the people who are supposed to be running my country reprehensible on every conceivable level. 
They work for me.

Bill Clinton is a Dirt bag on every level.

Hillary Clinton is a Dirt Bag on every level.

Both of these people are Murdering Thieves, Liars and Charlatans. 
This is fact.
This is who they are. 
Is everyone lying?

I have nothing to loose regarding those facts. 
That said.
I will state that as of this point in time I have had 3 attempts on my life regarding this blog.

Poe arrested one person who tried twice. 
The other person was and is untouchable. 
I was up close and grill personal with this individual. 
The law can not touch him. 
That is all I have to say about this individual. As well I know for a fact that the president and various staff read this blog. 
All this started while I was posting on WordPress.
I was hacked daily. 
I am now.

When I use the words faggot. 
I am in no way what so ever referring to Gay Men. 
Plenty of Gay Men are friends of mine. 
And no. I am not available.
I use this word in street vehnacular. 
Same goes with all the above adjectives I started this blog with today.

In my world, it is very simple.
You Cool People.
Or You an Ass Hole.
Period.
i don't care what you look like.

For as far as I am concerned, you perpetrating dirt, especially on MY COUNTRY. 
Fuck you. 
You are a disgrace to My Country. 
To Humanity. 
Open season if you will. 
NO RESPECT WHAT SO EVER FOR SWINE. 
One chooses to be Swine. That is on them.

As far as What H. Clinton, The President, Staff and others knew about Benghazi is Treasonous On Every Level. 
As well Reprehensible on every Deplorable Level. 
Straight up.
No hate involved here.

Growing up. 
One of my jobs was construction. 
I framed houses in Southern California during the summer and after school. As well I laid cement.
I wish I had a five dollar bill for every time the foreman would just shake his head and state; "It is what it is". 
For me life is that simple. 

I haven't any audience, ratings or boss' to succumb to. This blog is my therapy. 
Truth is my mission. 
Hate does not fall into this equation on any level. Just reporting the facts as they are.
Hate me. 
Love me. 
Either way stand in line. 
Makes not a bit of difference to me.

I like 2Pac.
Tupac is from my neighborhood. 
Crenshaw and 29th representing.
I had no choice in the matter. 
I grew up with Blacks, Mexicans, Chicanos, other crazy White Boyz like myself.
My Black and Mexican Brothers always had my small skinny WhiteBoy Back.
Honestly. 
I did not hear the word Nigger until I went to college in Miami, Florida. 
I did not even get it. Never did understand hate.

The truth of the matter is that the only fights in my entire life that I have been in is with my White Boy Brothers. 
And yeah, I kicked ass. As well I am privy to White Hate and Prejudice. I hear it all the time.

As an Executive with a Fortune 250 Corporation in Naples, Florida I was both amazed and sickened by the sever racism.
During breaks in meetings it was not uncommon for me to hear;
"Well Ryan, When do you think we'll get that nigger out of office". Or; "Ryan, What do you think about that spic corporate just hired"?

My point is that I am not coming anywhere near any type of prejudice or racism. 
For I have personally dealt with this deplorable fact for a major portion of my life.
"Fucking Mick Kike". 
I'm an Irish Jew. 
My Great Grand Parents, Grand Parents, Parents told me all the stories.
My Mom one day told me; "Ryan, No one likes the Irish or The Blacks and everyone hates the Jews.
Then Mom added; "Black People can not hide who they are. You can Ryan".
Unfortunately this is true.

And yeah. 
Black people do refer to me as; "My Nigga". 
I'll take that as a badge of honor. Certainly over the name the men in the late 19th century to 20th century were refereed to as they drove wild horses up the ramps of ships in The Port of Palm Beech Florida. 
These men cracked their whips to get the horses on board the ships heading to Cuba and Ecuador. These men were refereed to as 'Crackers'. 
For sure. I ain't no Cracker. Never been called one either.

I am just a kid from South Central L.A. who Dearly and Greatly loves my country. 
My service to my country is my most prized possession next to my heritage as an American.

Day by day I witness the Corruption and out right lies of the enemies of my country who unfortunately are in control of my country.

Where were Ya All. 
Bill O'Rielly. 
Sean Hannity. 
Meghan Kelly and the rest. 
We all on the same page. Ya All have the audience.
Oh, by the way. 
Brett Baier. Great job Man. I like your sign off, "Not Afraid".

My point is that while involved with the reporting of the enemy, there is no mercy. 
Hence force my street vehnacular in describing the corrupt punks that have taken over MY COUNTRY. 
MY COUNTRY that I shed much blood just like my brothers next to me then and now.

I do not want your thanks. 
Save and give that thanks to my fallen Brothers who I cry for every night. 
Who I see and talk to in my much disturbed sleep. 
Night after Night. For almost the last 50 years.

And Yeah. 
There are now tears on the keyboard. For sure.
Dis Shit Real. 
My Brothers and Myself we gave it all. 

That is all I ask of you Bill O'Rielly. 
Fox Newz. 
Just put it on the line. 
Like My Brothers and Myself have. 
No Questions asked.

Semper Fi Marines. 
Semper Fi All My Military Brothers and Sisters. 
We all get it.
God Bless Ya All.

Final Thang.

I like your fire Ms. Kirsten Powers. 
Standing Tall Girl.
Your statements the other evening regarding health care in America, Directly on Target.

Without a Major song and dance. 
My Father Died in my arms.
I took care of my Mom for the last four years of her life. Only to arrive at Holy Cross Hospital 10 minutes after she passed. All my dead Military Brothers and Sisters.
For sure Kirsten. 
If you have Stacks($) in America. 
You have Health Care.

I've had enough.

Ryan. Out.