“Granny V”

Thank you. Thank you for loving me.

Thank you for putting up with the antics of a little boy.

Thank you for letting me lay in your lap and watch T.V..

Thank you for making the best black eyed peas…ever.

I’m sorry I said something silly when we went shopping for school clothes.

Thank you for holding my hand after that car almost hit me…I was shaking.

Thank you for letting me be me.

Thank you for not judging me.

Thank you, if you have, for forgiving my absence.

Thank you, for being you.

I love you.

Return to sender…

When I was young, it was “books, magazines and T.V..

Now it’s “movies, Facebook and Twitter. A.K.A. Social Media.”

Young people. Ignorant and idiotic innocents. Having zero clue as to how the world works, nor what SPECIFICALLY to pay attention to – much less how. And we all KNOW the grand examples of youthful exploitation through technology…now don’t we?

Some, rightfully so, have asked about the “parents.” PPPFFFT! Idiot. “Parents” haven’t existed since the 60’s.

No? You say no?

I wish I had a time machine. I’d take you back in time to when small town America still existed. When money was worth what it cost. When you actually could trust the village to aid in raising children. When things truly were “simpler.”I have friends who I’ve shared campsites with, and we pass the bottle and talk. Those younger than me always seem to get glassy eyed when I start telling stories of how people, two or three generations back used to plant walnut trees on their property every time a new family member was born. When the child reached maturity, the trees (planted by the grandparents, for the parents) were cut down and sold to pay college tuition.

Yes. Things were simpler.

And yes, you are right to be dissonant, young man. You’ve been stolen from.

“There are more thieves in neck ties, than there are trees in Brooklyn.” – Slim.

…and you are supposed to like it, young man. Its the way of the “new” and “progressive” world.

Don’t believe me?

Ok. Take a Look at commiefornia’s new governor. That sinister looking fuck puppet COULD BE LUCIFER IN THE SCHOOL PLAY.

The way of the world is simple.

1. Fuck your buddy. Win by attrition. All that matters is your Faggot fucking M-Life. Your bitch made golf swing. After all, he who dies with the most toys wins.

2. Cheat on your wife. After all, you only REALLY meant that you loved her…so you could get your noodle wet. …amirite? Oh sure, you’re a family man! Bringing home the bacon and all that. Has ABSOLUTELY ZIP to do with “social status”, amirite?No? Sure…that’s why you’ve NEVER BEEN ABLE TO STOP LOOKING. Is that it?

3. Call your mother, on mothers day.

So, now you know why I adore it when my devices beep unhappily at me. Saying that I am “out of service range.” Chump can tweet all he Damn well wants. We all know it’s the mindless rhetoric of an egotistical imbecile, pussy grabbing not withstanding.

I just wish there wasn’t this whole cacophonous five minutes of … Crap. Updates, messages and any other number of misspelled B.S..

It’ll be a happy day when I can sing, “…no such zone.”