Nothing to say? (X)

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Subject: To: Nothing to say? (X)
Date: 23 Nov 1996 06:54:28 GMT

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[ Author was Judi Rhodes ]
[ Posted on 20 Nov 1996 09:45:17 GMT ]

Jesus H. Christ you got nothing to say? And that's a pathetic question
at that. When you going to criticize, boy, step up to the plate and
take a swing. Shit, I went over to the Osho folder, you know that bald
headed freeky looking Indian from Poo India that had all those stupid
lawyers in Oregan up there with 76 Rolls Royces? So I got over to that
group and you know what I find? You think you wasting your life in
some hick town america, at least you got some ground under your feet.
You should see these asses. I mean, you go meditate, and you go give
it a fair test, you go like in Gurdjieff's book, and you go in search
of God and you just do whatever the help these would be hippies ask you
to do and you just surrender all you can and you honestly sit down and
ask yourself this one question. What does all this stupid shit to have
do with God? So you good old boys know me here in this neck of the
woods and I'm be God Damned if those if I don't go and pay that danm
social security dues check out of every pay check for fifteen years and
I'm working like a fool and my back breaks because I earn my money and
I don't just lay around all day, but I keep my ass just grinding it
out. So these God Damn liberals give all my money to those stupid
white trash and the black trash and those God damn foreigners that just
spounge and I don't say a God damn fucking word, just pay that God Damn
Uncle Sam my check every other week on payday for fucking fifteen years
and you know what I got? This fucking Jap for a Judge!

Now I'm a just a good old white boy with a college education and I got
this broken back, and they tell me I could go back to being a God Damn
stockbroker. I couldn't get that job if my life depended on it. You
going to hire a guy with a broken back for a job that if you don't stay
with the company for five years they don't make out? No chance in
Hell! And this little Jap is so jealous. You could see it in his
eyes. This asshole just got off on that one. You paying me back for
dropping those bombs? Why you shit, you make what? $150,000 a year to
pass out my money and you can't help me when I'm down and out?

I've about had it with all you guys! I tell you what I got to deal
with. I got this cop working for me. And I got this business to run
and this guy thinks, because he's got no patience, that I should drop
everything I do to train him. I listen to Judi explain to him that
serving these small claims papers we get two copies of the pinks. Five
minutes later I walk into the other office and say "Bob catch the
phone for a few minutes. I got to run a billing program with Judi!"
He says "OK" Then I'm working with Judi on the computers and the phone
rings and then I hear Bob yell from the other room "How many pinks do
I have the guy send mezzzzzzzz?" Yelled from the other room. I got
1300 sq feet here. That 1/2 a house away he's yelling.

You know I got these people and they think I can do things. Because
things happen around me. I got some great stories and I don't lie
that's why I get so much done. You can learn, but you don't want too.
I tell these guys "You think you get in trouble if you tell the
truth." But what happens is that people start to repect you, beyond
your wildest dreams. You see, you can't see the sleep. You can't feel
the suffering, and even if you did, you don't want to confront it. So
then someone like me comes along and you say to yourself "God would it
be nice to be like him" But all the time, you're jealous and envious
and you just do one million and one things to hurt that person. Judi
is about this denial right now. She's always worrying about me ruining
the computers by writing programs and twiking the insides to make them
run better, and last night we were just fighting because I'm just tired
of saying the same old things over and over and over, and she is
cleaning up some of the work files and she erases and dumps the recycle
bind on my records for the business. Now I know she didn't do it on
purpose, I know that for a fact, but why did that error happen? Why
did she have to destroy like that? And when they found out about me
living on the street, even the President of the United States said that
he would go talk to me if they thought it might help. And while you're
worrying about me, whose going to look after you? I got one cop that
shot himself in the chest because he didn't want to live on the street
and freeze like I did those winters, and it's tearing me up inside,
because he risked his life for us, just really did us some good turns
in twenty years of service and we can even keep him off the street?
What the fuck is wrong that you are so greedy? These guys go to VN and
come back with this shit in their veins that give them the shits and
makes them sick and we give them a little something, these guys risked
everything to keep us safe and we just don't have enough to share? Got
to look at what you're doing alittle closer. This is the second Judge
that made a crappy decision because they we're thinking about who I
could be, instead of who I was, who I really am, just an ordinary guy
with a broken back.

You know the way these things work, I just feel all I can, good bad I
just eat it but and what we end up with is usually what we deserve. So
see these fires in California? I used to work for that State selling
Insurence and I just saw the people getting ripped off. Just paying
through the noise, for nothing. Now Clinton. You want to do something
and make yourself a hero? Why don't you make up for lying to us for
not inhaling that pot? Why don't you just get your ass and set it down
and find a way that the little guy doesn't get fuck like this. I pay
into this Insurence for 15 years and I get nothing with a broken back?
I read in the paper this four year wait that I did is about normal?
And people are killing themselves because they don't want to live on
the street and they nobody to be their friend. Well, they got a
friend, and this friend don't forget ever

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