Dirtbag Skankasaurus's blog: "Random Rants"

Makeshift Patriot The Flag Shop Is Out Of Stock I Hang Myself at Half Mast It’s the Makeshift The Patriot The Flag Shop is Out of Stock I hang myself... via live telecast Coming live from my own funeral, beautiful weather offered a nice shine Which is suitable for a full view of a forever altered skyline When times like these arrive I freestyle biased opinions every other sentence Journalistic ethics slip when I pass them off as objective "Don't give me that ethical shit." I've got exclusive, explicit images to present to impressionable American kids And it's time to show this world how big our edifice is! That's exactly what they attacked when a typically dark skinned Disney villain Used civilians against civilians and charged the Trojan horses into our buildings Using commercial aviation as instruments of destruction Pregnant women couldn't protect their children Wheelchairs were stairway obstructions Now have to back petal...from the shower of glass and metal Wondering how after it settles we'll find who provided power to radical rebels The Melting Pot seems to be calling the kettle black when it boils over But only on our own soil so the little boy holds a toy soldier.. And waits for the suit and tie to come home. We won't wait 'til he's older before we destroy hopes for a colder war to end "Now get a close up of his head" It’s the make shift The patriot The Flag Shop is Out of Stock I hang myself “while the stock markets crash” The city is covered in inches of muck I see some other pictures of victims are up Grieving mothers are thinking their children are stuck Leaping lovers are making decisions to jump While holding hands...to escape the brutal heat Sometimes in groups of the three The fall out was far beyond the toxic cloud where people look like debris But all they saw after all was said...beyond the talking heads Was the bloody dust with legs looking like the walking dead calling for meds but Hospitals are overwhelmed. Volunteers need to go the hell home Moments of silence for fire fighters were interrupted by cell phones Who's gonna to make that call to increase an unknown death toll? It's the one we rally behind He's got a megaphone...and he's promising to make heads roll we cheer him on, but asbestos is affecting our breath control The lesser we know...the more they fabricate...the easier it is to sell souls There is a new price on freedom, so buy into it while supplies last. Changes need to be made; No more curbside baggage, Seven pm curfew, Racial profiling will continue with less bitching. We've unified over who to kill, so until I find more relevant scripture to quote, Remember, our god is bigger, stronger, smarter, and much wealthier. So wave those flags with pride, especially the white part. We sell an addictive 24 hour candle light vigils in TV's Freedom will be defended...at the cost of civil liberties The viewers are glued to television screens Stuck... cause lots of things seem too sick I use opportunities to pluck heart strings for theme music I'll show you which culture to pump your fist at, which foot is right to kiss we don't really know who the culprit is yet...but he looks like this we know who the heroes are. Not the xenophobes who act hard "We taught that dog to squat, how dare he do that shit in our own back yard!" They happened to scar our financial state and char our landscape Can you count how many times so far I ran back this same damn tape? While a camera man creates news and shoves it down our throats on the West Bank With a ten second clip put on constant loop to provoke US angst So get your tanks and load your guns and hold your sons in a family huddle Cos even if we win this tug of war and even the score...humanity struggles There's a desperate need of blood for what's been uncovered under the rubble Some of them dug for answers in the mess...but the rest were looking for trouble It's the makeshift The patriot The flag shop is out of stock I hang myself. Don't waive your rights with your flags.

Ok so I like sharing what's going on with the ones that matter: I haven't spoken to my sister in over 4 years nor do I want to. However, this is my mother's daughter and in return my mother was worried her daughter might be dead. I found my sister. She is serving a 2 year sentence in the Florida State Penn and has until October, 2008. This is Her: She likes Crack....she liked burglarizing people and she liked tormenting me. I was her first victim. I was in more than one way assaulted by her. Mom is happy now that she knows her daughter is alive. Im happy my mother is happy. I am terrified at the thought that my mother wants my sister to move here to Oregon so we can "Be a family again as a whole". Im terrified of my sister. She is the only person I am terrified of in this world. Rose (my sister) has 2 years of Probation after she is released. I can at least breathe for another 2.5 years.....after that I think I am going under some sort of witness protection program. Mom says Prison might have made Rose a better person. But She has been the main reason I am who I am now In a bad way. She was the reason for a lot of my emotional problems. At least for the time being I can breathe

Things to Ponder - Can you cry under water? - When I was young we used to go "skinny dipping," now I just "chunky dunk." - How important does a person have to be before they are considered assassinated instead of just murdered? - Since bread is square, why is sandwich meat round? - Why do you have to "put your two cents in"...but it's only a "penny for your thoughts"? Where's that extra penny going to? Taxes? - Once you're in heaven, do you get stuck wearing the clothes you were buried in for eternity? - How is it that we put man on the moon before we figured out it would be a good idea to put wheels on luggage? - Why is it that people say they "slept like a baby" when babies wake up like every two hours? - If a deaf person has to go to court, is it still called a hearing? - Why are you IN a movie, but you are ON TV? - Why do people pay to go up tall buildings and then put money in binoculars to look at things on the ground? - How come we choose from just two people for President and fifty for Miss America? - Why do doctors leave the room while you change? They're going to see you naked anyway. - I signed up for an exercise class and was told to wear loose-fitting clothing. If I HAD any loose-fitting clothing, I wouldn't have signed up in the first place! - Wouldn't it be nice if whenever we messed up our life, we could simply press Ctrl Alt Delete and start all over? - Just remember...if the world didn't suck, we'd all fall off. - If raising children was going to be easy, it never would have started with something called labor! - Brain cells come and brain cells go, but fat cells live forever

The End of the Raven by Edgar Allen Poe's Cat On a night quite unenchanting, when the rain was downward slanting, I awakened to the ranting of the man I catch mice for. Tipsy and a bit unshaven, in a tone I found quite craven, Poe was talking to a Raven perched above the chamber door. "Raven's very tasty," thought I, as I tiptoed o'er the floor, "There is nothing I like more". Soft upon the rug I treaded, calm and careful as I headed Towards his roost atop that dreaded bust of Pallas I deplore. While the bard and birdie chattered, I made sure that nothing clattered, Creaked, or snapped, or fell, or shattered, as I crossed the corridor; For his house is crammed with trinkets, curios and weird decor - Bric-a-brac and junk galore. Still the Raven never fluttered, standing stock-still as he uttered, In a voice that shrieked and sputtered, his two cents' worth - "Nevermore." While this dirge the birdbrain kept up, oh, so silently I crept up, Then I crouched and quickly leapt up, pouncing on the feathered bore. Soon he was a heap of plumage, and a little blood and gore- Only this and not much more. "Oooo!" my pickled poet cried out, "Pussycat, it's time I dried out! Never sat I in my hideout talking to a bird before. How I've wallowed in self-pity, while my gallant, valiant kitty Put and end to that damned ditty" - then I heard him start to snore. Back atop the door I clambered, eyed that statue I abhor, Jumped - and smashed it on the floor.

Three women had a very late night drinking. They left in the early morning hours and went home their separate ways. The next day, they all met and compared notes about who was drunker the night before. The first girl claims that she was the drunkest, saying, “I drove straight home and walked into the house. As soon as I got through the door, I blew chunks.” The second said, “You think that was drunk? Hell, I got into my car and wrapped my car around the first tree I saw. I don’t even have insurance!” The third proclaimed, “Damn, I was the drunkest by far. When I got home, I got into a big fight with my husband, knocked a candle over, and burned the whole house down!” The room was silent for a moment. Then, the first girl spoke out again, “Listen girls, I don’t think you understand… Chunks is my dog.