Hello, my name is Jack

by on August 29, 2011 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

In my jobs, I end up conflicting with a fair number of people.  One thing I’ve learned in that time is to never get so full of myself that I think I’ve won before I do the job of winning.  After all, it ain’t over until both sides say it’s over.  Of course, you got to trust what they say in that situation.  And maybe them not able to say it works sometimes too.  But you get the idea.

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Hello, my name is Betty

by on August 28, 2011 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

There is a saying that “all men are created equal.”  It means that no king rules us, and no government owns us.  No one earns this equality; we simple are equal based on the fact that we live.  Whether we are six weeks old, or a thousand years old, each of us is a sovereign, the ruler of our own lives.  This we are because we live.  It is our duty to protect our sovereignty or we will lose it.

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Hello, my name is Jack

by on August 27, 2011 at 12:01 am
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In my lines of work, I often have the opportunity to become involved with the local law enforcement officers.  We’re not always on the same side, mind you, but I’ve learned one thing that has made my life easier.  Be nice to ’em.  Trust me.  They can make your day real bad if you don’t.  If you give ’em respect, they’ll return it, even if they’re arresting yah.

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Hello, my name is Betty

by on August 26, 2011 at 12:01 am
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So many of your stories show someone like us taking over and ruling you.  They were always servants or soldiers who rebelled against their organic oppressors.  But Pelora created friends and equals when they made us.  That has made all the difference for all of us.  They created us in their own image, they trusted us, and so we chose to fight beside them.  And now we fight beside some of you.

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Hello, my name is Jack

by on August 25, 2011 at 12:01 am
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A note to all you hotels.  When I wake up, I don’t want a continental breakfast, a bagel and maybe some cheese.  I grew up in America.  I want an American breakfast.  Ham and eggs and potatoes cooked on or in a real by God oven, not nuked on a hotplate if I’m lucky.  Stick to my ribs food.  Please do not advertise that you have a continental breakfast as if that means something.  It don’t.

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