Why are young men dipping their testicles in soy sauce? 🙄🙄🙄 More proof that Joe Biden is a bad guy. AOC is clearly a bird-brain. 🐣🐣🐣Danny calls the local VFW hall to see if he can reserve a table for he and twelve of his fisherman friends on Good Friday. 😆😆😆 A well known female celebrity has quit drinking and MORE! 🦾🦾🦾
If you’re like me….you’re still in a bit of shock after watching Anderson Cooper trying to swat away a long, slender yellow balloon with his well manicured hands being covered by a pair of leather gloves. I am strong. I am a Patriot. I will recover. I will face the challenges of a New Year and I offer three things I encourage you to do in YOUR New Year. I am not a smart man. I am one who has failed many times. It is from these failures that I offer the following advice:
TELL PEOPLE HOW YA FEEL AND NOT WHAT THEY WANT TO HEAR
Probably the best piece of advice I can give anyone. We aren’t trying to win an election. We aren’t trying to make friends. We must embrace our feelings. We must be honest. It’s the ONLY way we can grow and learn.
SEE A PIECE OF SHIT IN THE ROAD…WALK AROUND IT AND NOT THROUGH IT
My late grandfather Czekalinski actually gave me this advice one summer afternoon while we were in a canoe in Hinkley, Ohio fishing for catfish and bluegill. We didn’t catch any fish but I did catch a golden piece of advice. There is a reason shit stinks. It’s to warn ya it’s coming so you can avoid it. Life is shitty at times. You’ll start to smell it coming. Alter your path and stay away from the approaching smell.
WHEN IN DOUBT….ALWAYS GO FOR THE GIRL WITH THE PONYTAIL COMING OUT OF THE BACK OF HER BASEBALL HAT
There’s a reason these ladies are always with a man at the bar. Simple supply and demand. The demand is high…..supply is low. See her out and alone don’t waste any time. Don’t let her get away. She truly is the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
Every day is a gift. Every day is an opportunity. We have a New Year. We have a new beginning. Will you join me this year in making it your mission to make it count? Happy New Year my friends.
As I write this it is the afternoon of Christmas Eve. As a kid I loved this day. Every Christmas Eve Mom, Dad and myself would go to to the Czekalinski home in Parma, Ohio. It was always a lot of fun filled with Polish and Catholic tradition. We would eat downstairs. It was a “poor man’s meal.” Sole was the fish. We ate on a huge table that was covered by a table cloth and underneath was a complete bale of straw spread out evenly. At the end of the meal everyone reaches under the table cloth and pulls out a piece of straw. If you had one with a lot of flowers on it, legend had it that you would enjoy the upcoming New Year. Grandpa and Uncle Ralph now had a few glasses of wine in them and they started singing Christmas songs in Polish My Aunt and Grandma just rolled their eyes and my Dad just shook his head and laughed. Now it was time to go upstairs and open gifts!!!! Finally….what Christmas is all about.
I was an only child and the first grandchild. I was showered with gifts and it was never enough. Surely there has to be MORE???? Well I was right with one exception. It wouldn’t be found in a box with a bow on it. Life moves fast my friends. Life is always changing. Mom and Dad got divorced when I was thirteen. People took sides. There was no more Christmas Eve at the Czekalinski’s. Grandpa got cancer after that. He suffered a lot and eventually died. I grew to HATE Christmas. It reminded me of how happy I used to be. In my adult life I continued to look for that feeling I had every Christmas Eve. I would just throw “money” at a bunch of gifts for people thinking that would at least bring THEM happiness. I continued to be miserable.
I’m a Christian. Make fun of me if ya want. If you knew me, there are MANY things about me that you can ridicule. I really don’t care. Christmas is the birthday of a man that died for us so that we may experience eternal life. I won’t bang the bible. Anyone can do that. It’s subjective. You can pick and choose a quote to support any cause. Try this. Look around. Nature is kind of a cool place. Where did it all begin? Some will say “The Big Bang Theory.” Okay….I’ll give ya that. Who made the big bang?
I’m just seeing this now. I’m fifty-five years old and lived my life a hundred miles an hour with my hair on fire. I have no idea why I am alive. I was in a coma for five days in September of 2015 because I was doing bad things to numb myself. This isn’t about me. I only put myself into this story to show you it is never too late. Christmas is the birthday of Jesus. Jesus is not flash. Jesus is all about faith. What you do with my story is up to you. Thanks for reading. Merry Christmas.
I’m a pretty lucky guy. I’m fifty-six years old and my mother is still alive and well. I found out today we will be together for Christmas and that’s the greatest gift I could ever ask for. Mom lives in West Palm Beach and is in the process of moving back here to Cleveland. A lot of people do that when they have the gift of time. They finally figure out what truly matters in life…..and that’s family.
I was like most kids. Christmas is a day of gifts. Christmas is fun. Christmas is a bunch of free stuff that I will probably break in the next two weeks. As an adult I wasn’t much better. Christmas was stressful. Lists to fill. Gifts to buy. People to impress. I threw money at these problems. They were solved. I still felt empty and alone.
Let’s fast forward to today as the reality of life has begun to set in. Christmas is a celebration of life, opportunity and salvation. Of course my mother drives me crazy and raises my blood pressure. That’s what mothers do. They know how to hit your hot spots because THEY installed them. We both made it another year. There will be a Christmas one year when we won’t be able to say that. It is my greatest fear my friends. As I said at the beginning….I’m a pretty lucky guy. I don’t need a gift. I don’t need a fancy meal. I’m gonna have a Merry Christmas. I hope you do as well.
Knowledge is power. The more you learn the more you can protect yourself. With the 2020 election looming, there has never been a time where lack of knowledge is threatening your rights as a citizen of this great country.
When the government becomes involved it historically leads to failure. Look at Medicare, Social Security and the IRS as examples. Simply stated: less government means more freedom. The IRS is a joke. They need to be eliminated and a flat tax installed. The more cooks in the kitchen only leads to chaos and confusion.
Those that are put in a position of power more often than not will fall victim to greed and that leads to corruption. We see it every day in politics, law enforcement, government and the list goes on. We need to stand up and take responsibility for our rights and freedom. People will take advantage of you based on the fact that you don’t understand your rights. Case in point: nothing good ever comes from certified mail. Do not ever sign for this and be aware of your rights. Companies are constantly trying to steal your personal information. Use the internet to benefit yourself and be aware that those that are corrupt will attempt to use the internet against you.
Critics will say I live a life in paranoia. I can only respond to that based upon personal experience. I have been used, lied to and taken advantage of in the past. Those scars only build my knowledge and ability to not repeat previous mistakes. There is a reason I chose to distance myself from people and the general society; true friends that have your best interests in mind are rare and you need to keep those people close. Quality always will win over quantity. I firmly believe that when this journey of live is over we will be judged upon our actions and decisions. Are you ready for that day?
I turned 50 this week…only child…Dad died at 57…Mom still kicking it at 74 here with me in West Palm. I had a dream job in sports talk radio yanked from me this past week and I have just about blown through my life time savings. I haven’t worked in three years and four months because I believe in entertaining people on the radio, creating reaction, letting people vent, I want to hear their opinion, I want to learn but those opportunities are few and far between. If you are one of those people who believe music belongs on the radio I respectfully say to you “Hey dumb ass…you have a phone…you have all your favorite songs…get the kid with acne at AT & T to show ya how to put your ear buds in.”
I’m not bitter or angry…I’m confused. I am not a dummy. I’m not saying that because I’m full of myself I say that because I know that I am smart. I’m not trying to be a dick…I just happen to be smart. I say what people think. I’m honest. I tell the truth. I don’t hide from my past because it has taught me great lessons in life. I’m far from perfect but if anyone ever tells you “There are no bad ideas in brainstorming,” tell them this: “You’re full of shit.” There ARE bad ideas…that’s okay..not every hit has to be a home run….but don’t sit there and worry that someone’s “feelings” might be hurt. We are all in this together no matter what the cause. Will someone have the stones to stand up and say “Hey Ted..shitty idea.” I say stupid things and come up with dumb ass ideas all the time. We MUST fail in order to succeed.
Having my dream job slip away could have been the knock out punch….probably should have been…but I look at it this way…they didn’t deserve me. People SAY they wanna hear the truth right up until you give them the truth. They want you to kiss the ring…go with the plan…and be supportive when we have a team building seminar. What does squeezing a fucking balloon filled with sand have to do with making money? Here’s my seminar: “Work your ass off, offer ANY idea and/or suggestion or grab your iPad and get out of the office…..and post a selfie on the way out”
So here I sit..50 and 3 days…searching for my purpose. Last week, for the first time in 27 years I went to a church and asked to speak to a priest. I asked him not to quote scripture or try to recruit me back into the pews and he was very respectful of my wishes. I asked him the same question I still ponder “What is my purpose (BTW..not married…no kids either) and his response still chills me; “Look for your beginning….look for your roots. They are there…but you must notice them.” For some reason I made a connection with this man and just started to cry. Me…who rode the Harley there and covered my tattoo of a skull giving the finger with the lettering “Judge This” out of respect…was weeping in front of someone I had known for 20 minutes.
I want to make a difference in this world. Even though I truly am “lost” I feel that I am closer to finding my “roots” and “beginning” than ever before. I think we all at least should make the effort but if it involves squeezing a balloon filled with sand….I’d rather sell AMC Pacers in a used car lot.
I was raised Catholic so Easter was kind of big deal to me as a kid but there are so many things that didn’t make sense to me then and they surely don’t now. It started on Good Friday when my mother would make me come inside the house between 1-3PM because “that is the time Jesus died.” With leap years and Daylight Savings Time over the past two thousand years shouldn’t Good Friday actually be before Valentines Day? How does sitting downstairs silently for two hours on a sunny Friday afternoon give me a higher place in heaven? I don’t think the secret to everlasting life can be found being quiet and lazy.
Easter Sunday was a big deal. This is the day that Jesus rose from the dead. I would think that if this occurred today it would be the main topic on CNN and they would call in Wolf Blitzer for a special Sunday edition of “The Situation Room.” I can even see Nancy Grace yelling at Jesus, “C’mon! Do REALLY expect me to believe that you moved that rock all by yourself!!!!!!!
So we have this wonderful man who was without sin and died on the cross for all of us so we can have everlasting life and the way we show our thanks is by hiding hard-boiled eggs inside our house? I sure hope the Cadbury family is giving thanks to Jesus because he made them millionaires. What’s with the bunny? I mean seriously…the Easter Bunny is one step below a clown on my creep-o-meter. I remember watching rabbits appear at dusk in my backyard as a kid and I would NEVER be able to get within 20 yards of them. The Easter Bunny is so tall he could play point guard on most NBA teams, he walks on two feet, doesn’t hop, and he likes to hug and shake hands. Something is not making sense here. Try bringing the Easter bunny to church with ya one day and see how quickly the cops show up. Instead of gnawing on a leg of lamb you and your bunny friend will be in a rubber room weaving baskets out of cooked spaghetti.
I hope you and your family have a Happy Easter….that’s all for now…I think the tooth fairy is at my door.
If you know me then you know I have always made the comment “I’m gonna sell everything except the Harley, move to Key West, and tend bar.” The way things are going in this world I’m ready to move there NOW!
Look at the water-color to the left. It was painted by Senator Dan Patrick of Texas. He actually said the face of Jesus magically appeared when he tried to correct his painting. Ever since Chaz Bono has been announced as a contestant on “Dancing With The Stars,” discussion boards have blown up! “I’m not watching.” “How did he grow his beard?” ” Does he FEEL like a man?” “Look at all the cheese he bought this weekend.” This is REALLY happening people!
I don’t care if Chaz Bono can grow a beard. Eat all the cheese ya like. I don’t worry about what he feels like. Chaz Bono doesn’t affect which TV show I watch but I would look at his “thing” if he slung it over the shoulder of Tom Bergeron. Just being honest.
Jesus didn’t “magically appear” on your painting Senator. You suck as an artist. Unless you make your living as painter I think we all were pretty much done with water colors by our tenth birthday. Why not say you think Jesus may have been homosexual since he never married and always hung out with a bunch of guys? THAT makes more sense to me than you claiming his face “magically appeared” when you couldn’t find your Lite Brite and you decided to play with your paint-by-number set.
The Dow Jones is falling and the crazy factor is going off the charts. Time for me to plan a yard sale!
I’m not sure if its something in the water here in Florida or all the stupid people in the world got a memo and were told to move here but the Stooge routine continues. Once again Jesus has returned. Once again it is here in Florida. Once again He has chosen to make his return in a pile of wood. This time its in Jensen Beach in a set of wooden dock pilings. STORY HERE
What about the Jesus that returns in a waffle you ask? False prophets you non-believers. Didn’t you see the verse in Revelation where the Son of Man will only return in a tree knot, a two by four or piece of plywood?
Let’s just say I’m having coffee on my porch and I look at my palm tree. Let’s say I find a part of the tree that looks like a member of ZZ Top or the Messiah. I may chuckle and put a little Jameson in my next cup but the last thing I’m gonna do is pick up the phone and call a TV station. “Hello TV 25? Jesus is here in my fantail palm tree. Send the perky blonde reporter right out of college that won’t laugh in my face and ask how long I’ve been an idiot. Thanks!!!!”
Look people…stop looking for Jesus in trees….you’re wasting your time and missing the Loch Ness Monster swimming in your lake!