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OPPositioning Revampment

9 Jul


ricardo says (11:57 AM):


How are you doing, do you have put on a picture of a girl sucking on something or waht?



Ramjet Pitala says (12:01 PM):

No kidding; it reflects the white-trash slavery running rampant in our flock; I find 50% of families have this way of thinking & it must be changed



ricardo says (12:03 PM):


You sound like a retoric teacher, are you mad at something



Ramjet Pitala says (12:04 PM):

yes as I have a big BEEF okay as I have been victimized and maimed consistently since childhood by various monsters such as these at different point in my life after I worked tooth and nail for my life for over 30 years, Ricardo




Ramjet Pitala

says (12:05 PM):



this is an abomination in my eyes that our society has allowed this to happen right before their eyes without taking notice to the grave implication that white slavery is taking over here in this country



Ramjet Pitala

says (12:07 PM):



it is very difficult for me to keep a straight face at the moment so to speak so I am practising healthy means to quell my anger at the moment


I practise in particular “chess” moves without moving pieces


by planning carefully every move I am making well in advance



Ramjet Pitala

says (12:08 PM):



I have only played chess a few times in my life actually but after I found the story of Bobby Fischer from Feb 20 Toronto Sunday Sun


I was vaguely amused how this guy is so much similar to myself haha



Ramjet Pitala

says (12:09 PM):



with regards to this paragraph in the excellent story – full page spread too


anyway, in the paragraph states


ricardo says (12:09 PM):


Tke it easy you are fast as fuck on the keyboard i bearly can keep up reading!



Ramjet Pitala says (12:10 PM):

“Fischer forfeited the first couple of games — then rebounded to annihilate Spassky — whose eccentricity was being the essence of decency and showing gentlemanly behaviour. He became a true friend and admirer of Fisher (even though their respective home countries were at war with each other & had completely different viewpoints)


k i will shut up now haha





28 Jun

After speaking with someone this morning who looks almost identical to the lady that works in the corner variety & convenience store at the nearest intersection where I usually buy my staples when I run out of them, this brought to mind a very important priority in my life that I would like to share with you, and that is how I value the services that small business owners provide to every single one of us, for if it were not for them diligently working morning, noon, & night, for many long hours to sell the people their immediate supplies & staples, as well as offer other items that are unique in themselves, where would we be but like my foremothers & forefathers back in the “old country” who used to have to walk for miles to make it to the closest business establishment, including medical facilities as well.

There is one such place I would like to focus on in particular here, that is located about a minute away from me, within walking distance, that is run by a Chinese or Korean family (I am not quite sure which for I am only guessing based on their appearances). There is a fellow who works in there who I am assuming is the owner, whose life I helped to save about a month or so ago, within minutes after I wrote & published what I felt was one of my greatest blogs ever, when I decided to celebrate by making a fresh pot of coffee (as is my habit to do after I create a wonderful masterpiece), then on a whim I gathered together my last bit of change to purchase some cream for my coffee at their store. I walked in & went straight to the back where the coolers were & grabbed the smaller sized container of cream that was within my budget on hand, and walked to the counter, placing it there with my money.

The owner was no where in sight behind the counter and when I glanced over to my left, I noticed he was being held down by force by a woman who appeared to be high on some type of street drugs, mumbling stuff about wanting money & cigarettes, while what appeared to be her Charlie-Manson cohort & partner-in-crime stood in front of the door. I glanced behind me and noticed the few customers there just standing there frozen. The owner looked as if he was hardly even able to breathe and his face was looking very swollen and he was glancing at me in my direction pleading to get help, but I do not even know if he actually saw me there in his anguish & horrific plight. I looked at him and said, “Here’s the $3 for the cream” & I made a mad dash for the door, brushing past the guy by the door and tore down the street as fast as I could & into my house to grab my phone & call 911 (emergency) for the police. The episode I just described inside the store all elapsed within about one or two minutes at the most, and my reaction span was a matter of a few seconds, if I recall correctly, to the immediate urgent emergency at hand, and I did not think twice about endangering my own life. The only thing I thought of at the moment was to save the poor man.

Aside from the above facts I am telling you, I would also like to mention how important it is that we support these small business owners, whether how small of an amount we pay them. For example, I once noticed a sheet of paper on the window of the above-mentioned store, more or less stating that we should be supporting Korean store owners in their sale of cigarettes, rather than letting others take away their business by other means.

They are nice people and I especially love the beautiful & unique flowers they sell there as well; I usually buy 1 plant or flower from them a month; I bought my mother a Blue Hydrangea for Mother’s Day there. It cost over $15 with tax (quite pricy but well worth it). I cannot really afford these extra luxuries with the money I get every month, but I buy these things anyway, just to show my appreciation of beauty as well as for others to help them out, too.

Hitching a ride in the back of a truck for CONVENIENCE's sake

Hitching a ride in the back of a truck for CONVENIENCE's sake


NOTE: I must wait another almost 3 days until I get my next monthly allowance, and I am very hungry today. Yesterday I did not even eat at all & all I had was tea all day. I still have not eaten anything because what is left in my cupboards is not very good. I would rather eat spit.


Chris “Angel”, Where Are You When I Need You?

14 May


What magically appeared flat damn in the middle of my desk today, AFTER I finished busily making the rounds, preparing coffee grounds, avoiding being ground into meat, and cleaning house this morning, shortly after I awoke:

Rocks, Sand and Reality…

A philosophy professor stood before his class and had some items in front of him. When class began, wordlessly he picked up a large empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with rocks, rocks about 2″ in diameter. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

So, the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles, of course, rolled into the open areas between the rocks. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.

The students laughed. The professor picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. “Now”, said the professor, “I want you to recognize that this is your life. The rocks are the important things – your family, your partner, your health, your children – anything that is so important to you that if it were lost, you would be nearly destroyed”.

The pebbles are the other things that matter – like your job, your house & your car. The sand is everything else, the “small stuff”. If you put the sand into the jar first, there is no room for the pebbles or the rocks. The same goes for your LIFE. If you spend all your energy and time on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical check-ups. Take your partner out dancing. There will always be time to go to work, clean the house, give a dinner party and fix the disposal.

The rocks in YOUR LIFE, they're nothing but RIPPLES
The rocks in YOUR LIFE, they’re nothing but RIPPLES

Take care of the rocks first – the things that really matter.

Set your priorities. The rest is just “sand”.


What May Happen When Someone Runs Out Of Pot

7 May

I have heard of being babysat & having to be led to the loo, speaking from the perspective of someone who has ‘bin’ there & done that, fellas, and I felt the urge to jump to a good friend’s rescue today, a Mensch whom I respect to the point where I began one of my new profiles where I am a 5-star dingbat (supposedly) on his birthday, and since he is also named after a certain someone who I spent the longest time together with as a kinda puppy-love bitten lapdog, so to speak, I am showing you a fine example, Sir Paul, of what OUT OF THE POT & INTO THE FRYING PAN is really all about, especially when you really do not have Mary Jane or even the right handle that fits into the palm of your hand like a glove… & you can take that any way you wanna, chaps & girleez!

This is a copy of a magazine I still hold dear to me & keep good care of since the year of 1992, when I purchased this on a whim during my lunchbreak while visiting Farah’s Food Mart, which was then located beside the Hamilton-Burlington & District Real Estate Board where I worked as a data entry operator.



As you can plainly see, your last hubby claimed to be COMPLETELY devoted to you, my dearest Blue bird of the flock, but only a dove will be able to see clearly without the aid of a dovetail joint, or so you Beatles’ members used to put it, that you will only be left out in the cold, in the long-run, just like that Black bird singing in the dead of night, and you’d better believe it, boy!

Other than that, I congratulate you, Sir Paul McCartney, and wish you the very best of luck, and that is why I have been faithfully listening to this album of yours where you so faithfully claim to believe in it, my main man! Either way, go for the gusto, BABYcakes! You only have 1 life to live.

FOOTnote: Li’l ë felt a rush of passionate fire & quickly rushed in to prepare this in 15 minutes (her numero-uno number, by the way), after studiously labouring today, in order to help her fellow man 😀


PSST! Before this bird flies the coop she would just like to mention, if you don’t already know, that she can kill several different types of birds, and all with 1 stone (a)*

*IN FULL view, for the public to see, while I was writing the very 1st blog ever, with my windows wide open for the world to see.

“Don’t blame God for world’s heartaches”

7 May

“Don’t blame God for world’s heartaches”.

“Don’t blame God for world’s heartaches”

7 May

“Don’t blame God for world’s heartaches”.

Over Glorified Meat

22 Mar

Face it, people! We all suck in every single aspect of the word. That is one sure thing we all have in common with each other, other than being a suck when we’re moaning & groaning while complaining about silly things when we think that we’re not getting our rightful share and that life sucks in general. 

We all begin by sucking our thumbs straight-up (most of us, anyway) while we’re in our mothers’ wombs, and if it wasn’t for the medicinal & enriching qualities of the birth-milk we need to sustain ourselves, most of us would not have the advantage in getting a better head-start in life. Many people are taken off the nipple too soon, and it is my belief that this encourages thumb-sucking practices later on in life & well beyond the toddler years.

Most of us love to dine on choice cuts of meat that are also the product of farm animals that have been weaned & have only been nourished by nursing on mother’s milk alone, “before” they even get a chance to eat any other type of fodder. In this case, I see it as the sucks dining on the sucks.
Some children are taken off the nipple too soon, as you can see from this photo I took
Some cats are taken off the nipple too soon, as you can see from this photo I took


I get a real kick out of the name we give to meat that comes from a cow that has also not had a chance to nibble at the finer spread of turf mother nature has provided when we label it as “glorified steak”. Who, might I ask here, is the one who is really in their glory, in this case when a breast-feeding life is at stake at the expense of a few tender little morsels to satisfy someone’s palate – all wrapped up in fancy-schmancy pink paper & stamped with a label that draws big crowds & big bucks, without a second thought about it, as we often do with other big-ticket items available to us. And just think, it all goes through the same process as other things we consume, and straight down, into the old hole in the ground.

and some cat nip, of course!
  …and some cat-nip, of course! Now I also understand the reason why Irish folk love to dance the jig, because their famous Irish Dexter cow is weaning young-uns who often weigh in over 200 lbs more than their own mother after nursing from her milk for only a matter of a few months! Not only do the spoiled-rotten children of the world love to dine on suckling pig & the whitest veal in the spread, they choose other foods to take their sucking fantasies out on, like slippery spaghetti, sweet ‘n’ sour gummy worms, & creamy, dripping ice-cream cones, to name a few.

 Getting saucy, are we?  Getting saucy, are we?


My friend & I were recently killing ourselves laughing (meaning, there were never-ending tears streaming down from our faces) over a few simple little words: TITS IN MY HAIR, that we kept repeating all weekend like a rap-artist would in one of their zany songs, because when you really think about it, this is what life really boils down to, doesn’t it?

So the next time one of your kids, your hubby or someone else you might know is getting on your case & acting like a suck about things when they should just be sucking it up & forgetting about it altogether, you can start dancing around in front of them like a lunatic and belt out at the top of your lungs, over & over & over again, and as many times as you like & you feel is necessary in eliminating the blues, TITS IN MY HAY-AIRRRRRRRRRRRRR!  If that doesn’t do the trick, you can always resort to singing that Prözzak song,  SUCKS TO BE YOU.

This is another way you can pacify a suck if all else fails This is another way you can pacify a suck


With that said, I shall bid you adieu, sucks!

& fogataboutit! (an artistic endeavour of mine)
& fogataboutit! (an artistic endeavour of mine)
Getting laced
Getting laced