I have gotten some additional information on the Donald Sterling tape. Apparently, this little scum bag gold digger made the recording at a face to face conversation. I don't know where this took place, but they were together in a room somewhere. It was not on the phone.
Of course little miss "the world revolves around my self-righteous fat ass" Winfrey is spreading hate. That's all we need. It is a tragedy that these NBA payers on the Clippers are nothing more than slaves working for a man perpetuating a plantation mentality. Where can I get one of these $30 million a year slave jobs? Oprah has been blinded by her own wealth to the point she can not, or refuses to see that people are doing the work of two people in this country getting paid $8 an hour. They are being ridiculed and they are being horse whipped. If you don't like working in a hostile work environment, you and your family can live in the street. The common working man and woman in this country are the ones working on the plantation in virtual economic slavery for the same elite oligarchy that Oprah Winfrey has sold her soul to.
Every individual in the country with the IQ of a house plant is buying this plantation mentality theory being spread by Oprah Winfrey. It is a nice diversion. The real plantation and the true economic slavery that has become the working environment and the workplace of the United States of America goes unchallenged and accepted as the new staus quo of doing business.
It looks like the WWW is going ape shit over the remarks made by Los Angeles Clippers owner Donald Sterling. I'm not reading anything about the circumstances surrounding the tape itself. It is obviously a recording made while he was talking to his girlfriend on the phone. It is my understanding that making recordings of phone conversations is illegal unless the party on the other line is made aware of the recording from the start. Did she set him up and decide in her bimbo centric mind that she was trying to make the world a better place by humiliating this man? I don't care what Donald Sterling thinks about race. What he thinks is his business. The real issue here is that this entire charade is just another example of some cunt stomping on a guy's balls. I'm sure that in the very near future this bitch will be paraded around the national media as some race relation expert and a role model. I find this entire situation disgusting. One thing is certain. Donald Sterling will not recover from this. This country has devolved into a nation of children playing finger pointing games. People no longer strive for excellence or self improvement. They are too busy conducting personal witch hunts on Facebook.
**Note**
A blast from the past:
April 27, 2006
It is 5:30 AM, and I'm getting ready to head out the door and deliver my newspapers. Checked my Powerball numbers. I didn't win anything. No surprises there. What has surprised me is how quickly time is moving this year. It is almost May, and 2006 is fading into the past. I haven't got a firm grip on what it is I want to be accomplishing. I laugh at others who are struggling. I suffer in silence. I'm not on the Internet creating a fantasy world to live in. Is that better? Yes, it is better. I know I am wasting time. These other dicks are wasting humanities time. I understand what I want to do, I just haven't taken the steps to get there. Time to start at square one. Time to repair the damage. I can't run with my dream right now. I have to crawl through the muck first. Not a pleasant prospect. I'm tired of crawling through muck. I am to blame. I could have left it behind me by now. I let morons get in my way. I haven't been strong enough to deal with ignorance. Disgust had paralyzed me. Sad excuse for not living the life I deserve. Time to change all that, starting now. Not sometime in the convienent future. It starts now.
I haven't changed. Maybe I am unable. Reading this past post is really upsetting. They say it is never too late. Sometimes, I think it may be.
I know the casino business. I know they have one objective and that is to acquire every last nickel they can get their greedy hands on. There is a protocol involved in this and the best of them will do so with class. Ho Chunk of Madison is not in that league. They steal it. The theft is so blatant that you can smell the corruption. The state politicians have got to be collecting a percentage of the take. The hillbillies living here haven't got the cranial capacity to see the scam. I saw it but still played. I lost a couple hundred bucks and that is my fault. I knew better. What I saw today made me physically ill. Why I ever came back here is beyond my powers of comprehension. I am even more determined to get my ass out to Colorado and make one last attempt of creating a life for myself before I no longer have the strength to do so, and that time is quickly approaching.
I was thinking about all the scum who have stabbed me in the back in the course of my life. Are people so shallow and insecure that they have to back-door anyone who has a set of balls? I especially think about the people from Vegas. Here I am, 130 pounds soaking wet, and this pussy fuck casino big shot, three times my size never had the guts to take me on, mano y mano. Instead, he played these bitch games behind my back, thinking he was a man. My best friend played along like some sissy pantiboy. He did call me right before I left town to relay some fear mongering bullshit I was supposed to believe was going down. What a piece of work this jack off turned out to be. No matter what happens to me and no matter what the buffoons of this world choose to believe, I am a self made man. I never accumulated wealth, but I marched to the sound of my own drum and I never backed down. I stood my ground. I get down on myself for not accomplishing many things in this life I feel I should have, but at the end of the day, I am a man who strikes fear and jealousy into the hearts of weaker individuals. This can not be taken from me. This is something I must never forget.
My inclination left is pulling my mind towards dark places that I am comfortable being in. That is why I avoid it at all cost. My proclivity for compassion and forgiveness is more self preservation than service. I've made it this far without doing something that I know I will regret.
I've been coasting these past two weeks. I have not been following my own best advice. Time is running thin. That sand at the bottom of the hour glass is up to my fucking eyeballs.
Rubin "Hurricane" Carter, the middleweight boxing contender who spent 19 years in prison after being wrongly convicted of a triple murder, has died in Toronto, according to Win Wahrer, the director of client services for the Association in Defence of the Wrongly Convicted. Carter, 76, died of complications from prostate cancer.
Only God and Rubin Carter know the truth about what happened at the Lafayette Bar and Grill in Paterson, New Jersey in 1966.
Either way, RIP Rubin Carter. I'll play Dylan's song "the Hurricane" today in your memory.
I took the Perl Certification test with ALISON yesterday. I had gone through the entire course about two weeks ago, but I didn't feel confident enough to try the assessment. I studied more of the perldoc material and came back to give it a go. I passed with the required 80% minimum score. I actually scored 82%. Nothing to brag about. The course was good. Perl can do so many things it is difficult to become proficient in the language unless you focus on a specific area, and then master that area. The assessment test wasn't that hard, and to be honest, I am not at the level of expertise that I could go out into the IT working world and start programming in Perl. I need to hammer a tremendous amount of material here at home before I could even attempt to do this. I don't think you ever graduate from RTFM University, a.k.a. Read The Fucking Manual University. It is nice to add a small feather to the cap. I'm not going to kid myself into thinking I can program in Perl at this stage. I won't be shelling out 37.5 Euros for a Parchment Certification. I also am certified in C Programming with ALISON; Diploma level course. The course was good, but I won't be shelling out 120 Euros for a Parchment Diploma. The courses are FREE, but I question the cost of these "certifications". I do not believe they carry a great deal of weight.
I took this picture of myself a few minutes ago. I dyed my hair a blue-black hue. This is my response to fitting in with the corporate status quo. I do not have an unemployment insurance claim open with the state of Wisconsin. I am not collecting any monies from any agency - state or federal. The only people I have to answer to is my landlord and God, and maybe the utility companies. I have enough funds to get me through August. My lease ends there. It is my intention to relocate, at that time, to a state that has an economy. In the meanwhile, I will hone my computer skills. I will get physically and spiritually balanced. My life is on track again and it must remain so. Being free from the corporate jackboot at my neck is a blessing. I will work hard to keep it that way. If you aren't working for yourself and creating an income stream by the labor of your own two hands and the intelligence you were blessed with, you are a peasant groveling for a few morsels from the corporate banquet table. I refuse to play that game.
The Wisconsin Lottery came up with this new daily draw lotto game called 5 Card Cash. It sounds fun but at the end of the day, it is just another brand of poison the state lottery has concocted to inject into the veins of the populace. The logo is cool.
Just staying low. I'm getting back to my roots; run silent, run deep. No one has to know my business and it is far better if they don't. I do not need hillbilly approval on how I live my life. Why I ever came back to this shit hole of a state is beyond me. Things happen for a reason. I am chalking it up to the journey. It really doesn't matter where you are. It matters how you conduct yourself and walking the path you have chosen. The economy is a disgrace here. The way of life that was Wisconsin is only a memory. There is nothing here. I have to ride out my lease and put together a stake to relocate out of this pit of redneck inbreds. Everything will work out.
Happy April!
The wind is howling. The sky is the color of dark winter. I did not venture outdoors yesterday and it looks like the game plan for the day will be much the same. I have my books to hit. I have so many irons in the fire, I really don't know where to begin. All I can do is deal with them one at a time and do the best I am able. If I put forth this honest effort, I will succeed.
Having this time on my hands is a doubled edged sword. I have the opportunity to accomplsih something. I also have the time to reflect and this reflection has conjured demons that continue to haunt me. One more iron in the fire.
