Tag Archives: Online lunatics

Sally Can’t Dance

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I seem to be catnip for certain types of online people lately. Yesterday it was Sally Maurice, today it a berk named ShiloH (yes that’s how he spells his name). I still get email updates for a Yahoo group I signed up with about 5 years ago.

They send some mighty nice pictures so that’s why I continue to receive the messages. Occasionally there are discussions sent and I sometimes contribute my opinion.

This group had posted last month a question regarding the Caholic (sic) Church and the molestations that have been going on.

This ShiloH character took it upon itself to write the following: i am a black/sicilian born and raised in a very italian catholic atmosphere in NY. where church is as important as anything you ever encounter. at times of any concern, good, bad, and indifferent; the church was there. thru christening, a million rosaries, confessionals, Holy Masses, absolutions, holy communions, and seasons of Lent the church has been a part of my life. the most valuable thing i own in the entire world is my crucifix; which was blessed by His Holiness Pope John Paul during my visit to Vatican City in 1993.

All typos and errors are his own, italics- mine.

Now today some other soft skull wrote: The homo molestation only occurs in churchs in which gays are present. That’s the truth that people don’t look at. Molestation in churches only happen with people who haven’t TOTALLY given themselves over to the LORD! People blame the church instead of blaming people like themselves who sit in the pulpits perpetrating to be holy. It has nothing to do with christians but the worldly secular fakers who enter in the church. Besides most sexual predators are done within the home so don’t act like its all them.

To which I wrote: Actually the church is to blame for removing molesting clergy from one parish and relocating them to another. You should view Deliver Us From Evil, a excellent and horrifying documentary on the subject. And molestation doesn’t only occur as men on boys, it is also men on girls. Evil doesn’t rely on any one sexual orientation. The subject line is regarding the RC church committing these crimes. Yes it occurs in the home, but that is not the subject at hand.

Oh a big ol’ bee settled in ShiloH’s bonnet for it responded: U MUST WORK REALLY HARD AT BEING THIS MISERABLE. YOU’RE ONE OF THE MOST COMPLAINING AND UPSET PEOPLE I EVER RUN INTO…I ONCE THOUGHT U NEEDED THERAPY AND PITIED U, BUT I’VE COME TO LEARN THAT YOU’RE JUST EVIL AND SHOULD BE DESTROYED.

That’s right. I am evil for merely writing about this subject yet this ignorant ShiloH beast gives a pass to pedophile priests and their ilk. I should be destroyed while these poor priests should be left alone. It can’t be easy for them.

And without the priesthood and the hierarchy going up to Papa Ratzi the most valuable thing in the world that ShiloH owns is just a letter ‘t’. It’s sad for it, but not for me.

Enlightenment Powers Activate!

Now as I write this I get a phone call from 917.210.0221. I say hello, they say ‘can I speak with Mike so & so?’ I say you have the wrong number.

They say ‘well how long have you had this number? It’s for research purposes’

I say, ‘Who were you asking for again?’ and they say Mike So & so and I say well you have the wrong number so there is no need to research. They get indignant, I say ‘It’s OK, thanks’ and hang up.

Is it me? Are the loonies getting closer or what? What a day, what a day.

Let It Down

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Woke up with a cannabis hangover though I haven’t smoked it in a week now. Perhaps it’s leaving my body, leaving me, well, just leaving me I guess with vivid dreams.

Last night was about someone, maybe Bill switching the tables on me, taking my table which this computer is on and giving me a table I used to have back in Riverview Avenue. It was maybe 2 feet tall and a lot smaller. Don’t know what that is supposed to represent if it’s supposed to represent anything.

I had to get up earlier than I’ve been since I scheduled a visit from PSE&G for this morning between 8:00AM and 12:00PM. I made some coffee and did my usual routine. Online I got an instant message from Vinnie, who I used to work with in the Wanker Banker days.

He asked that I call him as soon as possible and so I did. I contacted Vinnie the other day regarding putting him down as a reference. I was apprehensive since his mother has been sick and in the hospital and I hoped my timing wouldn’t be awful. It wasn’t his mother just came home yesterday.

He was surprised that I’ve been out of work since July and he’d be more than happy to be a reference. We had a good talk and he had a suggestion that I should look into taking a real estate license test, figuring I would be good at that.

Vinnie said if he was going to buy some real estate, he’d buy it from someone like me. The funny thing is, yesterday while ambling around Hoboken where there is a real estate office on almost every block I passed by an office with a sign in their window suggesting a change of career, try real estate.

I thought I might do good in that so it’s actually something I was considering and Vinnie saying the same thing seemed fortuitous. He’s really a good guy and I am glad to have him in my corner. I even sent an email to a friend of Julio’s who did the same thing, got her broker license and now works in real estate.

Who knows? It seems like a good idea right now. I wished Vinnie and his wife and kids a Happy Thanksgiving and made tentative plans to meet up for a coffee down the line.

Walked around a bit today and stopped by a stationary store that had a help wanted sign in their window. I went in and asked if it was an off the books job and it wasn’t. They gave me an application and I started to fill it out, then I said that I was running late and would fill out the application at home and bring it back.

I’m not going to bring it back. I was hoping for a situation like Farfetched but obviously that wasn’t in the cards, so to speak.

Ran out of Stevia and so it was off to the A&P where I ran into Clara a girl I used to work with at that video store almost 20 years ago. She lives around the block and I see her every couple of months. She’s a happily married mom now with 2 kids.

We were close at one point but as it happened we drifted apart after I got fired from the video store after being caught doing something I shouldn’t have been doing while in the downward spiral I was in in the months following my mother’s passing.

It was good to see her though, she’s still a sweet heart though time and rumors widened the chasm between us. It was a day where former co-workers from my past popped up.

And then there’s Harpy. He pops up like clockwork. While I’m writing, or eating dinner, Harpy invariably calls. I don’t mind since I love Harpy and I know he loves me.

Had a good talk with my brother Brian last night. He’s a good guy and I love him a lot. We went though a lot of shit together and being the brother closest to me in age, a lot of fighting which he almost always won.

But that was then, here we are now and I consider him not just a brother but a very dear friend. I’m sure he doesn’t understand things about me but I know he’s there for me and I am there for him, lending an ear whenever possible.

Played guitar today as well, learning some Paul Simon songs since if I’m going to be busking, it’s good to play songs that people know, rather than going for songs that maybe be cool to me, but unknown to most.

I mean, I’d love to play All Tomorrows Parties by the Velvet Underground and singing it like Nico would, but really, would the people walking by the riverside know what I was singing? More than likely not, so I’ll play Me & Julio by the Schoolyard or Kodachrome and be happy with that and hopefully get some greenbacks in my guitar case.

And with that, I will wish you all, or the both of you, a very Happy Thanksgiving. Don’t know when I’ll be posting, we’re heading upstate and if we don’t catch the 6:00 train getting into Hoboken around 9:00, we’ll catch the 9:00 train, getting into Hoboken around midnight.

So Happy Thanksgiving from me.