Ryanindaswamp / Man In Da Street

Wrap It Up. Farewell Wednesday For Now.

For Sure.
Some Major Shout Outz.
These Folks have been a very positive light in this thang called my life.
As well another one of the many, many, many Blessings HE has Bestowed and Graced on me.

First The Loudest Shout Out.
Cause In This Shout Out. My Spiritual Voice Will Be Travelling Farther Than Has Ever Been Calculated.

Heaven.

Popz.
Your Wisdom Was By Far The Most Enduring, The Deepest and The Real Deal.

As You Reminded This Off Da Wire Kid.
Daily.
"I Am Not Your Friend. I Am Your Father".
Yeah.
I Know Men Don't Cry.
But I got A feeling These Tears B Awight.

People say to me an entire life.
For real. 
You don't drink Soda?
I Will Never Ever Forget That Super Hot Day With You  On The 17th Hole.

"Son. I bet Your Thirsty. A Coke Or A Ginger Ale Sounds Real Good To You Right Now. Thing Is Son. There Is Only One Thing. One Thing Only, That Quenches Your Thirst Every Time. That Would Be Water".

To this day all I ever drink is water and coffee and juice that I drink from my juicer.

"Son. Alcohol Will Kill You In Every Way".

"Do Not Buy Things That You Can Not Afford. Pay Cash. You Will For Sure Own That Which You Have Just Truly Purchased".

Popz had absolutely no debt. 
Ever. 
Same For Myself.

Momz.
You were The Kindest Sweetest Person I Ever Met On This Earth.
I Can Not Even Begin To Find The Words.

Honestly. 
I do Not Think They Exist.
You So Beautiful Mom.
Never Heard A Person Say A Bad Word About You.
Always Teaching Me To Look At The Other Ones Side.
"The Big Picture".
I Feel You Every Day. 
Looking Down On Me Saying;
"Oy Gavalt. You Don't Know Shit From Shineola. Straighten It Up. Get On Board Boy".

This man was so very kind to me on a daily basis while selling news papers on the island of River Road and LaCanada Road.
TPD LT. S.

Every Morning, 08:00 you brought me a giant coffee from 'The Good Egg'. 
Every now and then you would deliver me a Giganturous breakfast from one of your Patrol Officers.

You are a Great Man LT.

Not for the Good Looking Out after me.

But for a life time of putting your life on the line for the citizens of Tucson, Arizona daily.
You even ventured into Da Swamp every now and then.
Because Of You, Cursing down to almost a quite roar.
"You Know Ryan. This Earth? This Is Satan's World". 
I remember the first time I told you I detest bad, wicked people.
"So do I Ryan".
Copy Dat Sir.

God Bless You LT. 
May your retirement be everything you have Dreamed about and Expected.
The green green links are now all yours Sir.
Whenever the hell you want.

God Bless you and yours for an eternal lifetime.
An Honor and a Pleasure knowing you Sir.
Semper Fi Sir.

Patrol Officer Pope.
God Bless You and All yours Forever and an Eternity.

I know you will never read this. In my heart I am sure that another TPD Patrol Officer will tell you.

Your Out Standing Career protecting the people of Tucson, Arizona in a Professional Manner at All Times is a Monumental Tribute to All who went before  you and All who will pass through after you.

You Sir, are A Cop's Cop.

And Yeah Sir.
I know it's bad and I can't say it.
"Ryan. That's Bad. And You Can't Say That".
Thank You for your kindness and understanding Patrol Officer Pope.
God Bless You Patrol Officer.

To the Entire TPD Organization.
For everyone of you that I have met, your Professional Dictum and Kindness is Paramount in your daily task of performing your very dangerous job's.

Thank You.
God Bless You and Yours.
I pray for Ya All very day.

Ms. Tandala.
My partner in The Path of The Journey Of The Lord.

Girl.
You Awesome. 

We talked and talked regarding our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
We discussed how at times we are just plain tired of HIS Missions and Tasks.
Our common question to HIM every morning of our lives.
What You Keep Waking Me Up For.
Rollin our beat up, torn up selves out da rack every single morning.

Like you always told me.
I have no choice in this matter.
And No. 
I can't get out of this Mission Called By The LORD.

Luck Fing Me.
God Bless You and Your Husband. 
Your Kidz. 
Your entire Family Ms. T.

Again. 
This Old, Skinny, Once Disheveled Man Can Not Thank You Enough.
Bless You Girl.

Bobby S.
My Dawg.
I know you will never read this.
You For Sure You Are One Of The Lords.

Dawg.
I can never thank you enough. 
Ever.
Your Baby Mamma Is Just Straight Up Adorable and Cute as can be.
God Bless Her.

Bobby S.
God Bless Your Children.
Your Grand Children who you Hold, Admire and Love.
Bless Them All Bobby S.

I will Miss You Dawg.
Like You Alwayz Say;

"Ryanindaswamp In Da Desert On Da Road".
Yeah Bobby S. We Doing The Lords Work.
Just Be Safe Dawg.

My Neighbor. 
Retired Army Ranger LT. Rick.

Damn Sure God Bless You Ranger LT.
Those All Night Discussions.
Helping This Beat Up Old Marine Keep It In Perspective.

In Essence Keeping The Immediate Neighborhood Safe From One PTSD - ing Marine Force Recon LT.

Your Kindness.
Your Generosity.
Your Wisdom.

Thank You Sir For Being There Every-time My PTSD Was 
Detonated.

Talking To Me As Only Military Rank Can.
It Most Defiantly Was A Good Day In Hell.
Every One Walked Away.
No One Got Smoked. LOL
God Bless.
You'll Be Missed Army Ranger.
Thank You Sir For Your Great Service To This Country. 

Not To Burst Any Bubbles Here Sir.
I Ain't Nothin More Than An Old Small Pimple On This Ass Called The World.
Just Another Mope On Da Rope

You Stay Safe Army Ranger.
Semper Fi LT.

Last, But Never Least.
Pastor Dan.
Taking That Time Every Morning To Talk With Me About Our Lord.
Me Expressing To You Every Day How Much I Envy You For The Job That You Perform Daily In The Name Of HIM.
Then stating to you. 
I could never ever do what you do daily.

The Sickening Feeling You Get Every-time You Have Console With The Sinners Who Go On and On and On About Trite Crap. 
I Know This Stress's You Out Beyond All Belief.

Swamp Tip.

Over and Over and Over Again as The Sinners Assault You With Their Insane Evil/Wicked.
I LOVE YOU JESUS CHRIST. 
I PRAISE YOU JESUS CHRIST. 
I LOVE YOU JESUS CHRIST. 
I PRAISE YOU JESUS CHRIST 
I TRUST IN YOU JESUS CHRIST.
You Will Smile as The Trite Go On and ON and On.

And No Sir.

The people that come upon your Church Asking, Demanding Food, Diapers and The Such.

Nope.

They Ain't About To Sell Their IPhone's, Jaguars, Bling and Stuff To Put Diapers On Their Babies.

Yeah.
Nothing To Analyze. 
Nothing To Think About.
Sin Is Sin.
Wrong Is Wrong.

And For Sure.
The LORD O GOD ALMIGHTY Does Not Need Our Money.

As well, as both of us know.

THE LORD DOES NOT FORGIVE.
In Fact;
THE LORD TURNS HIS HEAD. CLOSES HIS EYES TO MANS TRANSGRESSIONS AND INEQUITY S. 
Isiah

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God Bless You Pastor Dan. 

Last Shout Out To The Beautiful Best People World Wide who read this insane diatribe daily.
God Bless Each and Every One Of You.
Ya All For Sure The Most Beautiful Best.
Thank Ya All So So Very Very Much.

To me.
The absolute most amazing part of this blog. 

The Major Insanity is that I never even considered anyone would even read this stuff.

As far as Blogging went.

I knew less than two shitz and three fast flying fuckz about Blogging.
I just started to write.

A Thang As It Were That People, Starting With My Popz Said Over and Over To Me Again and Again.

A Literal Lifetime.

Write.
Just Write.
Popz from 4 years old.

A Few months down the road I discovered the statistic button
Blew My Fuckin Mind. 

World Wide.

As I came to find out I had an enormous presence out in the Interment World.
From day one when this blog is searched I come up number one.
Linked up like a star. 
World Wide.
Talk about being humbled.
Daily. 
By The Second.
Wow.

As an Old Friend of mine from the growing up years in Da Hood used to say;
"What a Long Strange Trip Itz Been".
To say The Least.
Kaddish Brother Jerry.
Yeah.
That Jerry Garcia.

Blogger.Com
By Far.
The Absolute.
Nothing To Analyze.
Most Mind Bending.
Gray Matter Melting.
MuttuFuckin Blog Site To Navigate.
Oh Yeah.
Your Spell Checker Is Surely Hooked Up On Marz.

Oh.
That $9.00 Ad Sense.
Oh.
Never Gonna Pay Me?

See Ya.
At Least For A Minute.
For Sure. 
Don't Wanna Be Ya.

Now. On To The World.

America.

PLEEZE. PLEEZE.

I'm Begging Ya All.

Stop  Cryin Like Da  Bitch Regarding Your College Professor President Wanna Be Who Unfortunately Is The President.

Num Nutz.

Ya All Elected Him.
Twice.

Honestly.

Fuck Ya All.
Die Hard.
Die Slow.
Die Screamin.
Your Idiots.

Now Ya All Crying Hillary.
Again.
Fuck You.

If all that was not enough.

The Majority of Women In This ONCE GREAT COUNTRY Called The United States of America Are Straight Up Ignorant Hoe's and  Hoe Wanna Be's. 
Or, as The LORD sayz,
Seductress'. 
Yeah. 
Aspire To The Best.

Trust Me On This.
Absolutely No Hope What So Ever In Site.

The World.

On A Daily Basis Laughs Sadly At This Country.
Actually, Less Than A Laugh.
More Like The Innocent Observing The Criminal Joke That Is Today America.

The sadness is the fact of this ONCE GREAT Country is now nothing more than The Bottom of The Cesspool.

Daily.
Mr. Mute engaged.
I see commercial after commercial touting Re-finance your home.
Get out of debt.
Make your credit card debt disappear.
Bankruptcies. 
By The Ton.
Bankruptcies.
The legal way to rip off all that is concerned.
Only to go back to the trough for more.

Like Dis.
Fuck You.

For buying houses you could never, would never be able to afford.

Automobiles.

Motorcycles.

73 Inch Flat Screens.

Boats that you could never, would never be able to afford.

Buying IPhone's over taking care of your Kidz.

America.
As far as this Author is concerned.
Ya All nothing but Bloated, Obese, Very Very Fat Complaining Cry Babies.
Wah Wah Fuckin Wah.

On top of all this desire from the cesspool wanting and wanting and wanting.

Then there are those that see only the slant face crooked prize.
Things. 
Stuff.
Material Objects that drive you to Steal.
To Break In The Dwellings Of The Innocent.
To Demurer For Possessions Made of Sand That Fade Into The Sea.
Committing Crime After Crime Just To Keep Up With The Jones.
To Gain That Ever Elusive Flying Rat Of Acceptance In The Earthy Hell Called The World.
Then When Prosecuted and Incarcerated Cryin KLike Da Bitch.
Fuck You.

Really America.
Fuck Ya All. 
You Living, Paying, Doing and Loosing As You All Should Be.

That said.

I agree with the President.
Absolutely, Completely On Board.
Drones.
The Way To Go.

Of Course The Greedy Idiots, John McCain and his ilk are alwayz going to be screamin for more expenditure regarding The America Industrial Military Congrezz.

Every Rifle Trigger Squeezed. 
Every Man Down.
Lines The Pockets Of Those Who Prosper From War.

Not Us.
The Poor Kidz.
Fighting The Rich Man Wars.

People, across the world. 
Express. 
Feel this one thread that runs through us all.

Iran

Pakistan

Egypt

Sudan

Africa

India

U.S.A.

Venezuela

South East Asia

Singapore

Philippines

South America

On and On Across The Globe.

That Common Thread That Runz The Gamut Between Us All. Iz.

Governments.

All Governments. 

Gotta Go.

Se Ya Bye.

For It Is Without A Doubt, Governments Global Wide, That Transcends The  Useless in Every Way Shape and Form.
Corrupt.
Evil
Wicked
Murderous
Lying
On and On.
Go The Fuck Away.

Now.

Today.

We'll Take It From Here.

60 bags of soft in your gut.(Soft Defined; Powder Cocaine)

Really Einstein.
At what point in this mis-guided venture did it hit you that what you are perpetrating iz a bad, bad, stupid fuckin thang.

Genius.

You are a licensed pilot.

On a flight that you are pilot commissioned and paid.
Just walk those bags on board in your carry on.
Presto. 
Change O.
You A Successful, Prosperous Cocaine Smuggler.
Make Your Mamma Proud.
Fuckin Idiot.

You'll have mucho, mucho time to dwell on this one Einstein.
Good Luck and Fuck You.

Again.

John Kerry.
Calling Snowden Bad Bad Bad Un American Dangerous Traitor.

Who would know better you piece of Commie Treasonous Traitorous Ass Hole.

Fuck You John Kerry.

Fuck Your Hoe Mamma.

Yo Player.
I Fucked Your Wife.
You A Bitch.

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Good Job Ass Hole.

Fuck You.

Yeah Bobby.
Dawg.  
As Alwayz 
Hit It On Da Nail Brother.

Ryanindaswamp In Da Desert On Da Road.

Take Care World.

Just Keep Doing The Right Thang.
Alwayz Remember Exactly Who Be Da Bought and Sold.

U B Awaight.

Back At Cha All Down Da Road.

Ryan. Out.