"SCAM, SCAM, WHO GIVES A DAMN?!"

The need for employment has a way of reaching into one's life and beating the crap out of all forms of pride one might possess to attain the simple needs in life-in other words-you'll accept what you can get until something better comes along. Well folks, this is a story about a huge project to repair, rebuild, and restore ancient walls completely surrounding a city in Spain-the city I live in-Daroca. This place has walls which were used to protect the city from invasions back in the Xth century and a "EUROPEAN" project was created, funded, and approved in order to fix the walls in the same way they were built so long ago. Can you guess where the money ended up? If you can, please tell me, because I am on the 10 person team that is supposed to be doing the work and we haven't even approached one of the walls yet. The only thing we have been doing is working like I imagine slaves did so many years ago with a pick, shovel, hammers, and lime, dirt, sand, and rocks to simulate the process used back then to restore the walls. We have so far created a single wall, and are working on another in the middle of nowhere. The "LEADERS" we have to work for have a brand new 4-wheel drive vehicle to go back and forth all day while we pick at dirt and pile it high to make walls. It takes any competent ass about a day or two to get the jest of the whole opporation, yet we laborously dig on day after day. No one picks us up in the morning to take us up on the mountain-yes mountain where we work. We have the option to walk-20 to 30 minutes, depending if you want to breath or not-or you may tear up your own personal vehicle on the shitty dirt roads leading up to the project-all at your personal expense. How much money was funded for transportation? The whole thing is so unbelievable-it's like living in a nightmare because once I've walked the 300 meter plus accent each morning, I then have to walk another mile to the place where we have our huts-no electricity-no water-only a port-o-potty that we have never used. Their excuse for our mandatory treck is that we must sign in on a sheet of paper every day like we are going to lie every day about our attendance-give me a f#^%ing break! These people are either theives or retarded-I haven't figured it out yet. The only reason I even signed up for the job was because it is the only employment in this city that has been offered to me in 8 years. I am a graduate of the University of Maine, City colleges of Chicago, and have thousands of hours logged with Technical schools from Atlanta, Georgia to Orange County, California in Electronic systems. I even went to a 500 hour course in Computer Science over here in Spain to attain local paperwork for a better resume and it hasn't accomplished anything. I have been registered in their unemployment office for 8 years and they called me to work in this pitifull labor camp-talk about your third world country. They say we'll be paid a thump just above minimum wages once a month-I'll believe that when I see it in the account. I just wonder how much total funding was provided to save the walls we haven't even been a part of yet. If you know, by all means, let me know too.

BACK TO THE SALT MINES!!!

Distinguished Readers,
Today is the last input I will have the opportunity to contribute to this site until free time becomes available in my life once again. I am sad to say that although I pride myself in both my educational background, writing abilities, and etc..., I must return to the working world in order to make the puzzle complete. Currently, the exchange rate, incapable agents, flooded market-whatever the current excuse for not selling my novels-I must return to the 9-5 grind-in my case 8-3 which really isn't that bad. I have finished 3 novels, sold none, have no offers, and am quite frankly bored out of my mind. Having said that, I will not bore you farther with any more personnal trivual! I simply hope that anyone who might read this will endeavor to understand the fact that there are many more novels out there than readers and today's agents are simply not doing the job they used to do. I salute all agents with my middle finger and hold it very high indeed.

WHAT A RIDE!!!!!!

My family and I just got back from taking a trip to Germany-roughly around 1,700 kilometers one way-and it was breathtaking. The woods seem to never end, and the surrounding mountains are spectacular. The food is great and the people seem very educated-in general. We were basically hanging around a US air base and using all the facilities there until we saw on the news that 3 al-Quieda terrorists had been arrested for pre-fabricating soon-to-be-used bombs to blow up the base and the Frankfort airport. We felt we had simply worn out our welcome at that time and proceded to point our car in a most southern direction to haul-ass back to the land of grapes. It was a great vacation, a learning experiance, and lots of fun. Won't do it again.......

Can You Say Mid-Eval Festival???

That's right-it's here again-the midevil festival, full of people dressed in regalla from times past, parties everywhere, drinks in the streets, children laughing and playing everywhere watching mom and dad have a festive time. There are vendors of all sorts selling their wears, goods, food and drink. I specially like this time of year because it is hot, there are many private little holes called PEÑAS all over the city which provide one place after another to have a sip of the favorite drink, and everyone is very happy to be here. The PEÑAS were normally wine cellers back when that was where the wine had to be stored to keep it cool and fermenting, however, these places have become remodeled with tile floors, beautiful furniture, music, and many other various examples of wasting money for fun. (Mind you, there are still the nasty dives that you only frequent once also). Oh well, the festivities last a complete 9 days and when it's over-you sleep.....well, those of us who can afford to. I hope there are similar celebrations going on in your part of the world and everything is going well with you and yours too..Schools out so we will be going to the swimming pool and drinking cold beer in the shade while the kids swim....What a tough life........

I PREDICTED IT IN MY NOVEL-BUT NOBODY READ IT!

The announcer spoke with entense excitement as he made the public announcement heard by millions over the airwaves, "The tallies have been counted and the new president of the United States of America is....Hillary Clinton!!!!" Sara Felding hit her head on the coffee table as her knees simply refused to function without any control from the brain-she fainted big-time. Loyd Burkshire threw a beer bottle straight through the big screen LCD in his living room before realizing the cost of his actions. Jenefer Stenson jumped up and down with tears flying off her cheeks in every direction from total joy.
The pilot's eyes became huge when he realized the plane was going to actually expode into the giant tower, suddenly screaming for Alah to take him into that magic world he had always believed in, but as the plane erupted into a ball of heat much like the surface of the sun, everything kind of turned into a Matrix state for him. A huge black hole opened up inside the building which never stopped going down, and as his mental state told him he should logically be dead, the reality was-that he was sinking into an unpredicted and unexpected afterlife. What happened after that stunned him as he looked at the line of people waiting to approach something so far off he could not distinguish it's nature, only that everyone was being forced to proceed onward.
After signing the document into law, the new president knew that she had done the right thing. She had already faced too much ridicule over the issue, but felt it was what had to be done. It took very little time for the effects of her signature to show results. The law created a requirement for all new cars to be created with two mandatory items installed on them: (1) A governor was required to limit the speed of every vehicle to match posted road speeds-a radar type system presenting signals to the car from the roadside. (2) A detector for alchohol which prevented the engine from cranking. An over-ride button was provided in case someone had to be driven home who had consumed the liquid, however, a type of flood-light turned on warning the authorities someone was driving a vehicle with alchohol detection. The cops didn't have to guess anymore and hundreds of lives were saved in the first month alone. Speeding tickets took a little while because of the installation requirements and phasing out of old vehicles, but speeding tickets took a radical downturn in 6 years.
I wrote about all the above issues in my first novel back in 2003 and I personally believe they all three address very important issues in our modern society, however, only you will read about it-no one else. No agents want to take on the challenge, nor publishers-they all say the issues are too "Subjective". Well, the alternative is to keep killing on the highway, elect lieing sacks of shit that won't ever complete any of their promises, and kamikazi bombers will keep taking their lives-ALONG WITH MANY INNOCENT VICTIMS-if they are allowed to believe their religeon will reward them in the afterlife AND that their families will financially benefit from their actions. Oh well, I wrote it and read it quite often-it's full of interesting conclusions, debatable, possible. Let me know if you want to check it out.

THREE YEARS AND COUNTING

Here I am after finishing my first novel three-count em-3 years ago and still can't find an interested representative to help publish the novel. I heard that it could be difficult but God-d#%$^!!!!! It isn't the fact that my novel sucks, is written incorrectly, or even has a horrible genre/theme, it is the fact that not one single "AGENCY" , (out of over 3000 which have been sent proposals), has requested to see the material. My story could be the hottest thing off of the coals of hell and nobody would ever know since they never read it. I keep writing in hopes of someday spreading my feelings about indepth subjects I feel need expressing to the general public. I write to try and share something I believe is important in our world, however, if through bureaucratic bullshit it never becomes published, no one benefits from the information-we all lose. I am saving my money to someday publish the book myself-I have completely lost all faith in anything I have ever read about the system of publishing and it's Do's and Don'ts.

PARTY TOWN DOES IT AGAIN!!!

It was just another typical Saturday night here in Spain-Everyone in the city dressed up like madi gra in New Orleans, dancing around while marching thru the city with drumbeats screaming the announcement, "Wake up anyone lame enough to be in bed trying to sleep because it's FIESTA time!" The sound rang out about the time I was actually going to get into bed-12:30 midnight. The dance at the pavilion with live band and judging costumes would not take place until 3A.M. The party goes on until 7Am most years, sometimes longer. I go to it every year, however, this year I was forced to take a rain check. My wife works for the government at a national wildlife reserve on the weekends where she informs interested persons about where they may be located in order to observe the migration of huge cranes. They flock by the thousands-very interesting to see. Anyway, she doesn't like to drive, so I volunteer to shuttle her back and forth to a place called Gallo Canta, (The Crowing Rooster). I didn't feel like punishing myself this year, so when the drums moved far enough down the road, I was lucky enough to be able to get some sleep. My daughter went though, so I was up at 3Am when she came in. Although I don't worry about her security-she's still my daughter and that speaks for itself. Can't believe it's already March coming up on us, but the almond trees are in full bloom already as if it were springtime. If we get a freeze, it will be like Florida loosing all of it's oranges. Cross your fingers and drink some wine.
Peace out.

NEW THINGS STILL THRILL

We bought a new car and I haven't even turned the computer on for weeks. Sorry about that, you know, to leave all of my readers out there on the line just hanging around waiting with anticipation for my next input. I simply can't believe all of the emails I have been receiving requesting more information about subjects near and dear to me, such as when my next book is to be published. Or how much longer do we have to wait for you to tell us something else on your Blog which has-as of today-received a total of absolutely ZERO comments for anything I have ever written in them. I find it more curious than anything that there are so many people surfing the internet at all hours of the day and night and yet no single person in the whole planet gives a flying f$&^ about what I have to say. Well I really can't believe that, however, I do believe that since no body has gone to my site, and I don't pay some fancy advertising agency to spread my name like mayonaise all over the slice of bread we call the internet, then I suppose it will remain un-attended until I either A. Die or B. Become famous.....Oh well, when I die I really won't give a shit what anyone comments about what I say anyway, so you know what? You can all just kiss my blog............

2007 WILL IT BE SOMETHING WORTH LIVING IN?

I personally never thought I would see the year 2000 when I was in my early 20's because of all the possibilities violent neighborhoods, disieses, and travel provided during that epoche of life. But here we are in 2007 and I've beaten the odds! I'm a father with children-still living and sometimes even productive. I don't know how many more New years I will witness, but that's the mystery of life isn't it?
When you grow up and watch the little ones around you also do the same, you wonder if you did enough, informed enough, taught the right things, said the words required for someone to benefit from your mistakes. I don't think we can ever get it all right, sometimes it seems like we can't get anything right, however, when it all seems hopelessly feeble, I watch my children laugh while doing silly things and it makes the reward for living into the new millineum worth all it took to get by the wrecks, the AIDS, and the nine mil. caps in the ass. I hope I live long enough to write books about everything possible in the line of hope for the ones who don't have that simple reward in life. Happy New Years everyone. Comments are welcomed.