I've read this book before...

They say that those who don't study history are doomed to repeat it.

Lets see here, the Canaanites tried to get rid of the Jews, and we don't see the Kingdom of Canaan anymore.

The Philistines, where is Philistia? Beuller... Beuller...

The Babalonians, same same.

Rome... crickets.

The 1000 Year Reich lasted what, 15 years?

And now Iran, ISIS, and a lot of radical Islam want to abolish Israel.

Go nuke another bag of popcorn, would you please? I think I know how this'll turn out.

FML

I spend all night having nightmares about being unable to protect my daughter. I wake up this morning, and my wife tells me that Progeny has asked for my prayers because she's sick, and, "Will I be there for her birthday?"

I haven't been on the new job long enough to earn vacation time, and I can't afford it right now anyway.

Suck it up, punch your demons in the throat, drive on. That's the only solution I have right now. Time to make it happen. 

Depressive's Prayer

Disclaimer: This is a release of emotions, not a declaration of intent. Think it could be set to music? 


Are you there, God?
Do you even care, God?
Don't you see my tears, God?
Don't you know my fears, God?

Chorus: 
You bore Your Cross for love;
I just bear it.
You bore Your Cross for love;
I just wear it.
You bore Your Cross for love;
I just fake it.
You bore Your Cross for love;
I can't take it.

Can you feel my pain, Lord?
Can't you see that I'm ashamed, Lord?
Why am I alone, Lord?
I feel it in my bones, Lord.

Chorus:


You promised You'd be there, God.
And it didn't matter where, God.
I don't have any hope, God.
And I want to tie the rope, God.

Chorus: 
 
I'm crying out in prayer, Lord.
I really hope you're there, Lord.
I don't know what to do, Lord.
I'm hanging on for You, Lord.

Chorus: 

It really hurts a lot, God.
And I want to take the shot, God.
I can't take it any more, God.
My life is just a war, God.

Chorus: 
 
You know my little girl, Lord?
You know she's my whole world, Lord?
Please keep her safe for me, Lord.
When in a better place I'll be, Lord.

Chorus: 


Not that I think this is all that good, but just in case: This post Copyright (c) 2015, all rights reserved.

You know...

It takes a lot of stones and very little brains to make fun of a man twice your age for wearing an OEF cowboy hat. That boy is going far in life. It'll be in the wrong damn direction, but far.

I just walked away. I've been called worse, by better. Not worth my time.

Rent is due

Would anyone be willing to hook me up with $60 so I can make rent?

I'm sorry, it's just been one of those years.


UPDATE: Received. Thank you.

Please, I beg you, listen to this song.

It hurts. It hurts more than you know, and it hurts more people than you intend.

This is why I have to find reasons to live. One of my reasons is Progeny.

Words hurt. When you say, "I only hurt your feelings," it matters just as much as if you threw a punch.  Yes, mere words hurt me. If I am less in your eyes because of that, so be it.

She hurt me, I fought back, and I lost.

Sometimes, that's how it is. I try not to bother anyone with my pain. Don't want to harsh your mellow. Today, it's too much. If you need me, I'll be in a bottle.

Pillage, Then Burn.

Those bastards.