Funky Boy

I've said it before. I do not understand why people say Merry Christmas. When most of the Christians I see are about who they hate, I cannot tell why the hell they became Christians. New York is full of all that. We aren't all pansified nicey nice people, but hate is hate. You know the crowd, "Shoot them first, then let God sort them out." This bullshit bumper sticker religion is not what I'm gonna hear tonight when my buddy Leonard drags my ass to his church. We will sing, lalala, then we'll hit a pub and he will bitch about how awful those damn Muslims, Hindus, atheists and Boston Red Sox fans are. I don't give a damn if he disagrees with them, and I totally agree with him about the BoSox, but what game is he playing? Here's a guy I am glad doesn't own a gun. Good guy in every other way, but he is a bastard when it comes to people he doesn't like. I like Christmas carols. I like the Salvation Army Santas. I like people stepping up and vol...

Construction's a tight business these days. Someone tried to tell me the economy is going down the pits. So what? You think my bills care about that? Hell no. So here I am, a man with bills to pay. I do whatever. Since I never know day to day if I am working, I need to get money any way I can. Today, I hauled garbage. Yeah, it was a shitty job and only paid $20 an hour, but hell, I worked five hours for $100 instead of sitting on my ass bitching about I was sitting on my ass. It's the first time either. This year alone, I have worked, I dunno, 50 of these days. That's $5,000, minus taxes. Probably more because I usually work a full day. Not always garbage. Loading trucks. I have even spotted a few security guard jobs. Now there is easy work. I just sit there all night looking pretty. If something happens, and nothing ever did, all I do is call 9-11. I'm not a cop, and just because I can handle myself if someone throws a punch, I am not a dumb ass. Anyway, That...

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Sometimes, I get people asking me to take a political stand. I do. I just don't squawk like a duck about it. Saw a guy post on my Facebook account telling me to tell my congressman to do. I was sure he did because that's almost all he posts about. Did he? Hell no. Bitched that his congressman won't listen to him. So why the hell should I do what he won't do? Yeah, my congressman and I don't see eye to eye. But I'm an American, I believe in America, and I sure as hell am not going to pussy around. I actually called the guy, and met him in his office. He didn't vote for what I wanted, and I won't vote for him next time (and I didn't this time), but man up. Talk to the guy. Too many people are afraid or lazy or just little yappy dogs. " I hate this, I hate that. My congressman is a son of a batch. I don't vote, I don't talk, I just bitch on the internet. Find your guy here. Then, give him hell. http://www.congressmerge.com/on...

Rock on. Get off your asses. Quit your bitchin' , complainin', whinin', and rock on. Obama didn't break it. Bush didn't break it. Before 'right now' is 'here'. Here and now. Get it started, get it finished, and don't blame anyone. Get funky and get it done. I don't need to yell you times are tough. I've been working less. I can blame someone. I don't know who, but I read everyone it is either this president or the last one. What am I gonna do? I saved my pennies. I'll get by. I always do. I won't complain. I'm already out there looking for more work. If the right job comes along, I'm on it like a peanut butter on white bread, baby.I won't pretend I'm all perfume and pretty flowers because I'm not. I'm ticked, and I'm hungry and I'm ready to rock. Let's rock. Damn good book: What Color Is Your Parachute? 2011: A Practical Manual for Job-Hunters and Career-Changers David Essex - R...