TEMPERANCE

Before you read this ..... sit down! Are you seated? Good.

When I lived in San Clemente, a neighbor crony, and I,took to drinking a couple beers one Saturday morning. After we consumed 4 six packs, we realized we had totally depleted the existing available inventory and took our activity to one of the local beer joints. We got 86ed with in an hour and felt we would be more welcome at the local "blood pump" the world renown Swallow's Inn, in San Juan Capistrano. This was an establishment that catered to the local Mexican families and field workers. The Swallows Inn provided a shit kickin band, "Nancy Lee and her Rhythm Rangers" . We took to some more beer, did some "shit kickin steps", played "people of color" pool with the Mexicans and generally made total if not complete fools of ourselves and avoided all the fights and family disagreements.

I awoke the next morning ....... bad day! Head ache, upset stomach, shitty disposition and a stack of monthly house hold bills staring at me, screaming for "payment"! While writing checks I noticed that my VISA reflected "bar tabs" of $485.00! I wrote out the check and asked myself how could I have consumed that much Brew of the Devil? If a beer is seventy five cents that would equate to 646.6 bottles of beer "on the wall" ... or 21 beers a day every day for a year. Now I really had a head ache! My participation in the ingestion was fairly restricted to Friday Nights and Saturdays.

Now my deep thought was interrupted by a phone call from the neighbor crony, the Walt. Walt said he had a very bad morning. He said he had to show a piece of property to a client up the street and knew he was close to death! His stomach and head were is deep stress and pain. We concluded this condition was due to either the excess dancing or the shooting of "pool"!

Walt told me he met the clients at the house, got as far as the kitchen, felt an immediate rush to enjoy a bowel movement, excused himself, left, drove home, 2 blocks, fumbled with the key to open the front door, ran for the bath room while projectile shitting his pants, got to the toilet dropped his shitty drawers, another blast, did the walls and finally got seated. He realized he had made a mess, had shit his new white carpet in the living room, and the walls in the bathroom were in need of care. He took to doing a quick "tidy", took a quick shower, changed clothes, called a carpet cleaning business, called a house cleaning service and returned to his clients at the other house. They, the clients, informed him they decided they had no interest in the house! It was a bad day!

Meanwhile I took to reviewing my VISA billings for the past 6 months and realized I was spending an average of $475.00 a month on bar tabs and house hold booze! I also realized all this consumption was not all going into my gullet for processing to a urinal. I considered Walt's dilemma, I considered my ache's and pains and shouted in a loud clear voice, " Never again shall the Elixir of the Lucifer touch these glorious lips"!

That was back in 1984 / 1983. I have not indulged in a drop since! Walt reduced his consumption to a glass of wine at dinner and an occasional beer! I discovered I was losing a lot of friends ...... I was not there to pick up the bar taps (the big spender from Chicago syndrome) AND, git this .. I put $475.00 a month into an interest bearing account every month for 10 years! Think about that for a while, that is one tidy sum! I still have the account! I contribute not to it, but its nice to look at on occasion!

Now when I am asked "when did I quit drinking?" I respond with " the day my crony Walt shit his pants"!

Today I drink cranberry juice "to aid and abet the passage of " my "consumables into" my "alimentary canal". I know, boring, dull, funless, dim-witted, insensitive, dispirited, spiritless, lackluster, lifeless, dead, uninteresting, dreary, humdrum, monotone, monotonous, pedestrian, irksome, tedious, tiring, and / or wearisome, but I have "you do the math" tangible George Washington's sitting in the bank instead of a flush down a urinal .....

Booz and Credit cards

I remember back several years when a close & cherished crony and his co hab, Dawn & myself were doing the bar scene at a hotel in Laguna Beach. We got totally bombed! We were celebrating the cashing of the nice check we got from a video shoot! When I came to in the morning, one sick puppy, I noticed my VISA card was not in my wallet. Oh, Oh ... I said .... I called the bank and had the card cancelled, to late, $1500.00 was blown on one huge party by someone in the hotel, suite of rooms, food, rent a "guy's" rent a "broad's" and a 3 piece band! The crony & I still laugh about the event. It would have been better had we been invited.

You implied "what"?

I recollect his Holiness, the good Reverend Paul Crouch and his asserted obsession toward gratification with members of the same gender. There must have been a bad issue of the sacramental grape as there was a whole "flock" of the Holy Folk having problems. Some of these Holy Leaders claim they were being told to partake of the sins that they were condemning every one else for. It seems to me that the holier a person gits the more apt these holies will partake of self gratification, assisted gratification and the gratification can be obtained from either sexual or financial sources.

I also remember the good Reverend Paul Crouch's bride who was always at his side during the broadcasts, weeping, waving the arms, wringing the hands, slapping the knees, falling to the floor and wearing the Lords specially designed fluff hairstyle. I bet she was a beauty in the morning. She and Tammy Fay seemed to be in competition for hairstyling and makeup application. Sincerity in religion seems to draw some interesting people. The TBN is a real gold mine! I had a full blown tour of their (TBN) TV/Video studios and I was overwhelmed with the splendor of the sets and equipment.

I git to thinking about all this sex that religion seems to bring to the holy folk and it almost gits me to wanting to join a church and join the flock. Apparently flocking is a blessed thing to do.

I was saddened to hear the good Reverenced Dr. Gene Scott took to the passing. He came down with Prostate Cancer and was advised to have the gland chopped out or he would pass prior to his time. He announced that Jesus was gonna cure him. I guess the curing was not gonna be preformed here on earth. Then again the ultimate cure for cancer is the "passing" Maybe he was right.

Now I was made euphoric this afternoon after and during a phone conversation, when I was told a close friend's quacker informed him, that he did not have any physical problems! That was damn good news.

Vision Tribulations

I suffered a situation where my computer glasses for my computer suffered a malfunction. The appendage that helps hold the glasses on the right side, became disengaged from the glass's frame proper, causing the glasses to fall off. I drove over to the local eye glass menders and requested he/she/it redo my computer glasses into a more stronger frame arrangement. The eye glass mended lurched into action and within 2 hours I was normal again. While waiting I had to wear the computer glasses that I wear when viewing the woman's computer.

The Harvesting of Debt

Another thing that always bothered me ... this planet back 67.3 million years was a repository for an abundance of huge creatures, real huge creatures. I have always wondered why all these so called "fossil" fuel makers were all struck dead in only certain locations. It is said that back during the Cretaceous period, 140 million years ago, South America started to separate from Africa due to plate tectonic events. It is also said that the rifting between North America and Europe, Iberia from France, of India from Madagascar, the separation of Cuba and Hispaniola from the Pacific, the uplift of the Rocky mountains, was all part and parcel preparations for the coming of the Pilgrims. The climate during the this period, was similar to the Jurassic and Triassic, much warmer than today. Fossil records show dinosaurs and palm trees were present north of the Arctic Circle and in Antarctica and southern Australia and there apparently were no large ice caps at anytime during the Mesozoic Era.



By the time the Post Cretaceous period arrived our planet had split it's self into 2 primary continents and the weather was still pleasant. In my thinking process, it would seem that this ongoing generation, of oil creation, replenishing will be ongoing even when the World becomes one, all because of the One World insistence of our Nations present Leadership


The temperatures and pressures created during this plate tectonic events have to be beyond contemplation, at least mine. The "articles" on the ongoing replenishing the oil supply remained me back in the 70's the Nixon era, he abandoned the Gold standard and walla the word was spread that the world oil supply is drying up and so also went the prices for gas. Thank you Tricky Dickey. But this apparently was another lie, falsehood, misunderstanding or stupid political ploy.



This Oil nonsense in my thinking is just that, nonsense and the Arabs, South America. Mexicans and Russians will continue to reap the American dollar harvest. What is funny, is this Great American Dollar Harvest, is a HARVEST of DEBT! I for one will not be in attendance to find fault with this One World Concept! TYJ.

Discontents

I keep trying to explain, as tactfully as possiable, the guy is a "god" he is a genius, he is brilliant and to compound all this, he surrounds himself with people of the same ilk, to somewhat of a lesser degree. We, don't share any of these attributes toward genius or Godliness. We are professional fault finding discontents, that created an existence for ourselves and and in this self imposed existance detest those that had the balls to lurch ahead and present the world with something that almost every one uses, like it or not.

Maybe a Novena in our names would rid us of all these bizarre and condescending thoughts. I will try to find my rosary and catechism!

EMPLOYMENT SEEKERS

It is amazing to me, that even after retirement, I continue to receive letters from the “headhunters” attempting to fill their files with “potentials”. I am flattered that someone still feels that I could still be a viable member of the working class.

I had to modify my approach toward “wordings” in my resume and its submission for review. I have elected to use this approach;


Dear XXXXXX
It is indeed a pleasure hearing from you. Its been more years than I care to remember since I have had any contact with any Search Agency especially yours. I apologize for my lack of expedient response as I just changed my IPS service Provider. Please note EMail address change.

My Background
I am presently an aging, gray-haired, o'reprobate, retired, receiver of entitlements, a social security recipient, crotchety, arthritic, pot bellied nerd, suffering with excess time on his hands, a member of the male gender, non-functional, with three off springs and seven off, off sprung's, none of whom live within a 700 mile radius.

I was born on the South side of the City of Chicago, the Ogden Hill area, State of Illinois. I was the first of two born. The second arrived 4 years later. I attended Luke O'Tool Public School in the city of Chicago up to the 5th grade. It was then strongly suggested to my parents, in the best interest of the 5th grade class and my personal well being I be placed into a educational institution where a more formal approach toward corporal if not capital corrective disciplines be part of the learning curriculum. The parochial approach at the Saint Mary's of Mount Carmel Catholic School was agreed upon, without input on my part. The Order of Dominican Nuns at St. Mary's were more than happy to receive me into their "fold"! My term in the 5th Grade must have been an enjoyable one as I recall taking it over several times.

Through some "divine" intervention I was allowed to continue my High School education in the public sector. Upon completing the prescribed 4 years, California beckoned and the beckoning was complied with. My initial source of income came from the "parking of cars" in a downtown Los Angeles parking lot. I became a member of the "Galloping Goose" derivative of the Hell's Angels Motor Cycle Enclave. I was stimulated into a different line of employment through the miss-parking and destruction of a customers new Buick convertible.

This new line of productive years were comprised of many years (8) in the Manufacturing arena starting with ITT Gillifilan Bros, a prime contractor for the US Government. My initial duties were that of a person that assembled small electronic parts into complicated Radar Chassis. It was here that I learned to grovel, beg, plead and brown nose my way into a better paying job in the Quality Control Group.

After several various failed employment endeavors I settled in with a company called Potter & Brumfield a division of AMF,INC. Retirement set in from AMF Inc at age 55 where I maintained the title of Director of Manufacturing, at their Scientific Drilling International Division, proof positive that the "Peter Principle" was indeed alive and functioning.

A unplanned act of Greed set in and I was invited to join a Company in the City of Tustin California, The Anello Corporation, as General Manager and Director of MIS. This effort lasted 5.4 years. My desire to retire and smell a couple "roses" prompted me to sell off all real estate holdings, resign my position from the Anello Corporation and retired here in Northern California. This retirement is indeed a success!

During all the above and prior to my retirement, there was a two year stint at Santa Monica City College due to employment pressures. There was a nineteen year marriage that did not take and presently I am enjoying a 30 year classical symbolic marriage, that so far seems to be working out.

Now that you have all the particulars on me, lets let by gones be by gones. What I am doing today is what I want to do tomorrow, I am vigorously attempting to squander the yet to be received inheritance of my heirs. I am one happy contented individual.
My web page contains more information than you will ever need!
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It was indeed my pleasure hearing from you.......