First Old Blog Post - BGJ Website

Soccer Moms - February 12, 2005 - 08:50 AM.

 Good day to all who have ventured this far into the site. I assume that the big sign above, screaming 'Read This First,' has either been reacted to or ignored, so I am free to go on and rant and rave and do whatever I want. Note that this will be less of a diary than a 'here's what's on my mind, deal with it' kind of thing. Oh, I'll time and date each and every entry made, but still, I'm not a diary person. One final warning: I will be writing this blog the way I talk, which means that if I feel like spouting a hundred obscenities in a rapid, machine-gun-like manner, then I will do so, and you can read it or not. Just like parents monitoring what is shown on television, you are the only one who can change the channel, so stop blaming all the channels for turning your kid into a fucking psycho; unplug the television and try actual parenting for a change.  Which I guess leads me to my first bone of contention: Soccer moms. I fucking hate these people. I feel that they are in large part causing the pussy-fication of the planet. Since when does a four-year-old need a helmet to ride their bike down to the fucking store to buy a comic book? Did we have helmets when we bought comic books? No! And we used to eat paste and dirt by the handful, had schoolyard fights, went places unattended by adults, and we turned out just fine. However, now the trend is 'Safety First.' Fuck safety. These kids are growing up learning that if you hide from the world it won't hurt you. Wake up you fucking idiots, because all you're doing is making sure that when real pain comes a-calling, they won't be prepared to handle jack shit because all their lives they've been sheltered by assholes who have forgotten the lessons they learned as kids.  Now, I'm not saying people should send their children out to play in traffic on the 401, but what's wrong with street hockey? And, hey, where is the life lesson learned if a kid falls off a bike and takes absolutely no damage? I say hurt the kid, let him fall off his damn bike and bang the shit out of his knee. Why? Respect, that's why. I'm not against motorcycles, not at all, but I do feel that respect for the vehicle is something all bike riders need to learn. If a kid falls and doesn't get hurt while doing some new snazzy trick on his BMX, what do you think is going to happen when he's riding a 125 HP hog and thinks up a neat trick? That's right, call the spatula crew, because this fucker's dead before he even rests his balls on the seat. A little injury at a young age when you heal faster may not keep the kid from doing a stunt on a motorcycle, but it goes a long way in teaching him that respect for the vehicle might keep him from getting killed.  Everybody is quick to blame whatever they can for the mistakes of not living up to the responsibility of being a parent. Video games. Now, here is a subject that no one who knows me will be surprised at the mention of. But think about it: The current argument is that certain games (read as the Grand Theft Auto series) are teaching kids how to go out, beat the shit out of someone to grab a gun, and then go on a crime spree including, but not limited to, prostitution, gambling, drug dealing, theft, assault, reckless endangerment, kidnapping, vehicular manslaughter, and murder. These kids are going to play these games and immediately go out and do what they've learned in the games. Okay, so where are all these brain-washed motherfuckers? Oh, no big crime sprees? Really? Oh, only one kid living in some town like Buttwipe, Nebraska, has blamed his mischief and mayhem on the games he plays? And these games are the number one sellers for the past three years! Surely, with the millions of titles sold, there must be at least thousands of little murderers out there on the streets, just waiting for their opportunity to take you down and beat you dead for your hard-earned minimum wages. No? Imagine that...  Anyway folks, just tell people to turn off the television, monitor what your kids are putting into their brains (what they put into their mouths is a topic for another day), and hey, I know, be there for your kids! What a fucking great concept!  Well, I guess I'm at the end of this morning's rant. Don't know when I'll next be back this way to write more, but it'll probably be soon. Feel free to argue or agree with me by sending an e-mail my way; all comments are welcome. Lately, due to the lack of responses I get from the site, I feel like I'm only managing this website for myself when I update it, so at least here in the blog I can feel like I'm talking to someone who actually drops in to see what's new. So, until I return, stay cool Dear Reader. Who knows what time will bring?

Okay, Almost Have It Set Up Right

Well, I've just spent a bit of time trying to get everything with the right shades and fonts and shit.  Can't change the time colour down there, so it's just gonna have to stay black.  Too bad, so sad, move on.

Wife just got home, after an unsuccessful attempt at finding one last present for Scott.  If you don't know who Scott is, then that's just too bad for you again.  Things just aren't working out for you today, huh?  Anyway, now I gotta go on a search for that last gift, and I can't even type what it is cuz he might read this, though I have no idea why he would.  

Oh, and if you are all lucky, I'll post my old website's blog entries here for online perusal.  Yay.

Starting This Blog

Well, surprise, surprise, here I am writing on a website, and nobody will read it.  This doesn't exactly qualify as the writing my wife and cousin (not the same person) feel I should be putting my creative talents towards, but what can you do.  Anyway, this is short, sweet, to the point, and over as of now.