Hump Day Jokes

Wednesday, May 16, 2007


Every year, Bob goes hunting during bear season. One year, Bob goes hunting, and shoots a small brown bear. Then, the mother of that small brown bear comes up to him and says, " I'll give you two choices, I'll either kill you, or make love to you, but I won't let you go."Bob thinks on this, and decides he wants to live, so the mother bear then makes love to him.The next year, Bob goes hunting again, but this time, he shoots the mother bear that he was forced to make love to the year before. He shoots her, and her mother comes after Bob, and again, gives him the choice. "I will make love to you, or kill you, which will it be??"Again, Bob makes love to a bear.The next year, Bob goes once again for revenge, and kills the bear that he was forced to make love to the year before.This time, her sister comes up to Bob and says, "You don't come here for the hunting, do you?"

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This duck walks into a convenience store and asks the clerk, "Do you have any grapes?" The clerk says no, and the duck leaves. The next day, the duck returns and asks, "Do you have any grapes?" The clerk again says no, and the duck leaves. The day after that, the duck walks in the store again and asks "Do you have any grapes?" The clerk screams at the duck, "You've come in here the past two days and asked if we had any grapes. I told you no every time that we don't have any grapes! I swear if you come back in here again, and ask for grapes, I'll nail your webbed feet to the floor!!" The duck left, and returned the next day. This time he asked, "Do you have any nails?" The clerk replied, "No," and the duck said, "Good! Got any grapes?"

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A guy walked into a bar and ordered a triple scotch. The bartender poured him the drink and the guy drank it down in one gulp. "Wow," said the bartender. "Something bad musta happened." "I came home early today," answered the guy. "I went up to the bedroom, and there was my wife having sex with my best friend." The bartender poured the dude another triple shot. "This one's on the house." The guy gulped it down once again. The bartender asked, "Did you say anything to your wife?" The guy answered, "Yeah, I walked up to her and told her we were through. ‘‘Pack your bag's and get out!’’ I told her." "What about your friend?" asked the bartender. "I looked him straight in the eye and said, ‘‘Bad dog!’’"
~wicked lovin~

Truth, the Ultimate Conspiracy...

....yes, Hobbs here, back from the field for this one quick note.

I hear some Rat Bastard named Christopher killed my good friend and compatriot, Dr. Robert J Murk (Awesome!)!!!

Now, I've long suspected that dick Murk of some pretty shady operations. Homemade hooch laced with poodle piss, Solar Panels that begin playing Bette Midler songs at inhuman volumes one week after installation, a giant metal plate to block out the sun. These are just a few examples of the evil that is Robert Murk.

But the worst thing that scumbag has done was kept so well under wraps, that only the 'coincidence' of his death, so perfectly timed with another, has brought it to life.

I, the ultimate paraniod kook, bring you the real truth, and one of the many secret faces of Dr. Robert J Murk:













Please tell me it is not true!

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Ring my friend I said you'd call Dr. Robert,
Day or night he'll be there anytime at all Dr. Robert.

Dr. Robert, your a new and better man,
He helps you to understand,
He does everything he can, Dr. Robert.

If your down he'll pick you up Dr. Robert,
Take a drink from his special cup Dr. Robert

Dr. Robert, he's a man you must believe,
Helping everyone in need,
No one can succeed like Dr. Robert

Well, well, well your feeling fine,
Well, well, well, he'll make you, Dr. Robert

My friend works for the national health Dr. Robert,
Don't take money to see yourself with Dr. Robert

Dr. Robert, your a new and better man,
He helps you to understand,
He does everything he can Dr. Robert

Well, well, well, your feeling fine,
Well, well, well, he'll make you, Dr. Robert

Ring my friend I said you'd call Dr. Robert
Dr. Robert!
I am Malach and he cannot be gone!

No story yet.

For now, here's a plug to explain a bit.

Also, Dr. Murks blog is gone for now, but keep the link. I have some of his notes that I will compile for your amusement in the near future.

Also, Hill TV is making a comeback soon as your one stop resource for finding out about every possible belief system, faith and philosophy on the planet. Yeah. That will be a work in progress. For now, just go enjoy the message that Dr. M is dead.

The old Hill TV stuff is being tranfered to Malach for republishing on this Blog and elswhere in the Rubbersuit Studios Web Conglomerate.

Don't forget to read ll of the stuff from my favorite web comic, Sunshine.

Some of you might also like to see some of this site. Or, this one. Or even this one.

Peace

Chris

Road Rage

Top Cities for Road Rage.
Well Boston made number three, hey they don't call us Massholes for nothing. I have always found the phenonmenon of road range strange in interesting. Malach does not suffer from road rage. Like in life, he is laid back, and doesn't really get upset over things he really cannot control.

On the other hand, my wife turns into a violent, foul mouthed, maniac. Why? Why do people, behind the wheel in ways that they wouldn't think of acting in other situations and environments? Is the the "protection" of the vehicle? Is it the car being a powerful weapon like a gun?

Dr. Mantodea's hero died today.
Jerry "I hate fags" Falwell dead at the age of 73.

And something for the Angry Piper

You fuggin' fat fug.

I am Malach and it is time for Timer.

What?

Monday, May 14, 2007

Um.

Sorry.

It was me all along.

I'll tell you what. I'll make it up to you.

Somehow.

Cough up the Forty One cents

Public Service Announcement:

Your first class postage now costs 41 cents.

I'm just cheap enough so that this is the very last thing I needed to start paying all my bills online.

Online banking, here I come.

Oh, and I'll see you in line at the post office for the 2 cent stamps.

Damnit.

Happy Mother's Day From the WoW

Sunday, May 13, 2007

When you grow up
Livin' like a good boy oughta
And your mama
Takes a shine to her best son
Something different
All the girls they seem to like you
Cause you're handsome
Like to talk and a whole lot of fun

But now your girl's gone a missin'
And your house has got an empty bed
The folks'll wonder 'bout the wedding
They won't listen to a word you said

Gonna take your mama out all night
Yeah we'll show her what it's all about
We'll get her jacked up on some cheap champagne
We'll let the good times all roll out

And if the music ain't good, well it's just too bad
We're gonna sing along no matter what
Because the dancers don't mind at the New Orleans
If you tip 'em and they make a cut

Do it
Take your mama out all night
So she'll have no doubt
That we're doing oh the best we can
We're gonna do it
Take your mama out all night
You can stay up late'cause baby you're a full grown man

It's a struggle
Livin' like a good boy oughta
In the summer
Watchin' all the girls pass by
When your mama
Heard the way that you'd been talking
I tried to tell you
That all she'd wanna do is cry

Now we end up takin' the long way home
Lookin' overdressed wearin' buckets of stale cologne
It's so hard to see streets on a country road
When your glasses in the garbage
And your Continental's just been towed

I am Malach, and take your damn mother out tonight.

Who is this new "Jesus"?

Thursday, May 10, 2007

I know this is old news but my little sister called me this morning wanting to know if this was the anti-christ. So then I got to thinking about my fellow brothers and sisters here at the WoW and thought, "I would love to hear their debate on THIS." So...let's hear it!

Gas Boycott on 5/15?

Don't buy gas on May 15th.

You can buy it on the 13th, the 14th or even the 16th but don't buy gas on the 15th. Let's boycott the gas stations across the nation for one entire day and see what happens. Our folks did it in the early 80's, so I know we can can do this too.

What say you? Are you in? THEN FORWARD THIS INFO TO EVERYONE YOU KNOW AND LET'S GET THE WORD OUT!

NO GAS ON 5/15!

That's just lame. That wont have any impact on the oil industry at all. One whole day of not going to the gas station.....it never hits their bottom line unless the entire nation ceases to function for the entire day, reducing the total consumption of gas. Don't believe me? Read the article on MSN here.

According to research that I have done and that has been done by others, the only way we're really going to hit the gas industry is if we reduce gas consumption over-all. In order to reduce gas consumption, people are being urged to look into more fuel efficient methods, such as mass transportation, cars with higher fuel efficiency, hybrids and electric vehicles. Researches are even finally looking into the reality of hydrogen fueled vehicles after so many years of saying that it is an unstable resource to use.

However, even though we as a nation would be better off financially, economically, and environmentally by doing so, we still have the matter of other leading countries who are purchasing gas at an astonishing rate. Countries such as China and India are growing rapidly and so is their demand. That means, even if our demand decreased, the increase in other nations would continue to keep the prices where they are. PLUS.....most people fail to realize that the gas we use was purchased approximately 3 months ago. That means, in order for there to be an impact, the solution needs to be for a long period of time; not one day.

And what about airplanes? Ever stop to think about how much fuel those things use? How could we work to make those more fuel efficient?

Overall...... if we reduced the need for gas, we reduce the need for fuel refineries (one of the world's leading green house polluters). And quite frankly, that is more my concern then the price of gas. In conclusion, let's make 5/15 "fuel efficiency awareness day". I challenge the readers to do something that will lead to a more fuel efficient and cost effective tomorrow.

So, what say you?

Hump Day Yucks.

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

And Oldie but Goodie

Once upon a time there was a old man, in a beat up jalopy, and he was going on vacation, about halfway through his trip, he saw storm clouds up ahead. He wanted to out race the storm, and get back on the highway. He drove down the dark rickety dirt road and came to a fork, not marked on his map. The left fork led into the woods, the right, down a open field, but right into the storm. He went left and entered the woods. The woods were dark and a bit scary, and soon, the storm caught up to the man, and it was pouring. Lightning flashed, and hit a tree, spilling into the path of the man, who crashed into it. The man car was totalled, but he was unhurt. He cilmbed out of the car and looking around saw a old victorian mansion about a mile away, with lights on, he headed toward the mansion for help.

Just at that time a young couple on their honey moon, was heading down the same rickety dirt road, just a few minutes behind the man. They were lost and trying to find the highway, and came to the split. They too saw the dark storm clouds, and took the left passage into the dark scary woods. They soon came upon the tree and the wrecked jalopy. The stopped their sleek european sedan next to the jalopy and got out, looking for the owner. Just then lighting stuck another tree, which tipped over onto the couples car crushing it. They did not find the owner of the jalopy, but saw a huge victorian mansion, about a mile away, with lights on. They decided to walk there and seek some help.

A few minutes after the couple a hippie in a VW Bus, was driving the same dirt road. Pot smoke poured out the open window. The Hippie was high and lost, and lo and behold takes the same rickety dirt road as the old man and the honeymooning couple, the same fork into the scary dark wood. High and not paying attention he smashes into the pile of cars. He is unhurt, and quickly sees that there is a old victorian mansion up ahead, that has lights on, he decides to go there to seek help.

A few minutes after that, a nun, driving a beat up sedan, comes down the dirt road. She decides to take the fork into the woods, and as that will take her through God's Country. She turns down the road and comes upon the massive pile up of cars. She stops and gets out hoping she can help, that is when a huge gust of wind, knocks a large limb off a tree, and crushes her little car (sorry angry piper). She sees no one in the wrecks, but does see the large victorian mansion with lights on up ahead, she decides to go there to seek help.

About this time the old man walks the mile or so, through ditches, fens, and pouring rain and arrives at the mansion in about 20 minutes. He walks up the large marble stair, to the front door and rings the bell. A few minutes pass, and a large gentleman in a butler's outfit opens the door. "May I help you" he says in a cockneye accent.

"Yes," says the old man,"I seem to have been in a accident down the road, may I use you phone?"

"I must ask the Master", says the Butler, "Please wait here". The Butler leaves, shutting the door. He returns 5 minutes later. "The master says you may come in, but the storm has knocked down the phone lines; but master says you may stay the night, and use the phone in the morning when they are fixed".

"That is very nice of your master, I will accept his offer", says the old man.

"Follow me says the butler". The Butler takes the man through the main foyer, and up a long stair, then down a long hall, then up another long stair, and then down another long hall, and then up a long stair, and down a long hall. At the end of the hall are 4 doors, the Butler opens the first one on the left, and says "you may stay here", and the old man enters the room. It is finely furnished and has a change of clothes for him.

About this time the couple has walked the mile or so, through ditches, fens, and pouring rain to the mansion. They walk up the large marble stair, to the front door, and ring the bell. A few minutes pass, and a large gentelman in a butler's outfit opens the door. "May I help you" he says in a cockneye accent.

"Yes" says the couple, "We seem to have like been in a accident down the road, and need to use your phone?"

"I must ask the Master", says the Butler, "Please wait here". The Butler leaves, shutting the door. He returns 5 minutes later. "The master says you may come in, but the storm has knocked down the phone lines, but master says you may stay the night, and use the phone in the morning when they are fixed".

"Well this is a fun start to our honeymoon", they say.

"Follow me says the butler". The Butler takes them through the main foyer, and up a long stair, then down a long hall, then up another long stair, and then down another long hall, and then up a long stair, and down a long hall. At the end of the hall are 4 doors, the Butler opens the second one the left, and says "you may stay here". The couple enters the room. It is finely furnished and has a change of clothes for them.

About this time the Hippie has walked the mile or so, through ditches, fens, and pouring rain to the mansion, and come down from his high. He walks up the large marble stair, to the front door, and rings the bell. A few minutes pass, and a large gentelman in a butler's outfit opens the door. "May I help you" he says in a cockneye accent.

"Yeah man" says the Hippie, "I like, was in a crash back there and need to use your phone, man."

"I must ask the Master", says the Butler, "Please wait here". The Butler leaves, shutting the door. He returns 5 minutes later. "The master says you may come in, but the storm has knocked down the phone lines, but master says you may stay the night, and use the phone in the morning when they are fixed".

"Groovy man", he says.

"Follow me says the butler". The Butler takes him through the main foyer, and up a long stair, then down a long hall, then up another long stair, and then down another long hall, and then up a long stair, and down a long hall. At the end of the hall are 4 doors, the Butler opens the first one the right, and says "you may stay here". He enters the room. It is finely furnished and has a change of clothes for he. He immediatle crashes onto the massive bed.

About this time the nun has walked the mile or so, through ditches, fens, and now pouring rain to the mansion, praying on her rosary beads. She walks up the large marble stair to the front door and rings the bell. A few minutes pass, and a large gentelman in a butler's outfit opens the door. "May I help you" he says in a cockneye accent.

"Thank Jesus" says the nun, "I seem to have like been in a accident down the road, and need to use your phone?"

"I must ask the Master", says the Butler, "Please wait here". The Butler leaves, shutting the door. He returns 5 minutes later. "The master says you may come in, but the storm has knocked down the phone lines, but master says you may stay the night, and use the phone in the morning when they are fixed".

"Your master is very kind, thank you", says the nun.

"Follow me says the butler". The Butler takes her through the main foyer, and up a long stair, then down a long hall, then up another long stair, and then down another long hall, and then up a long stair, and down a long hall. At the end of the hall are 4 doors, the Butler opens the second one the right, and says "you may stay here". The nun enters the room. It is finely furnished and has a change of clothes for her. She immediately kneels down to pray.

Aproximatley a hour after the group are lead to there rooms, and they have all but gotten ready for bed, there is a knock on the door of the old man. The Butler is there, "the master would like to meet you before you go to bed, will you please follow, me" and the old man does.

Next, there is a knock on the couples door, they have all but gotten ready for bed. They opne the door and the butler stands there with an old man. "The Master would like to meet you before you go to bed, will you please follow me" says the butler, and the young couple get in line behind the old man.

Then there is then a knock on the hippies door, he has all but gotten ready for bed, he opens the door and there stands the butler, an old man, and a young couple. "The Master would like to meet you before you go to bed, will you please follow me" says the butler, and the hippie gets in line behind the young couple.

Finally, there is a knock on the nuns door, she has all but gotten ready for bed. She opens the door and there stands the butler, an old man, a young couple, and a hippie. "The Master would like to meet you before you go to bed, will you please follow me" says the butler, and the nun gets in line behind the hippie.

The group of them now go down the long hall, and down a long flight of stairs, and then down another long hall, and down another flight of stairs, and then down a long hall, and down another long flight of stairs, into the foyer, and through a archway into a dining room, they can see a kitchen beyond. Standing by the table is a older distingushed gentleman, with a pipe and a smoking jacket.

"This is the Master", says the butler. And everyone is introduced to the master and each other.

The Master speaks, "I am sorry at your unfortunate incident, but feel free to stay the night, one thing, please do not leave the floor you are on as this house is haunted, and the ghost are very violent". The Master leaves the stunned audience before they can question him any further.

"You may follow me" says the butler, and he leads them out of the dining room, via the archway, to the foyer and up the long stairs, and down the long hall, and up another long flight of stairs and down another hall, and finally up a long flight of stairs, and down a hall to their rooms, they all thank the butler and soon are fast asleep.

The old man wakes up in the middle of the night, he is deathly hungry, and decides that there should be some food, somewhere in here, so he leaves his room. He goes down the hall and down the long flight of stairs, down the hall and down another long flight of stairs, and down the last long hall and down the last long flight of stairs, to the foyer, through the arch, into the dining room, and through a swinging door into a large gourmet kitchen. It was very dark, and spooky, but the old man finds the fridge, and opens it. In the fridge, is a huge purple, one eyed, four armed scary monster, but before the creature can do anything, the old man rips off one of his arms, and takes a bite. "MMM, rich food is good." He shuts the fridge, and cradling the arm, he leaves the kitchen, back through the swinging door, into the dining room, back under the arch to the foyer, then up the long flight of stairs, and down the long hall, up another long flight of stairs, and down another long hall, up the last flight of stairs, and down the last hall to the first door on the left, and into his room. By that time he had finished his meal, felt better, and went to sleep.

Just as the old man fell asleep, the couple wakes up, are extremely hungry. They decide that there should be some food, somewhere in this large mansion, so they leave their room. They goes down the hall and down the long flight of stairs, down the hall and down another long flight of stairs, and down the last long hall and down the last long flight of stairs, to the foyer, through the arch, into the dining room, and through a swinging door into a large gourmet kitchen. It was very dark, and spooky, but the couple finds the fridge, and opens it. In the fridge, is a huge purple, one eyed, three armed scary monster, but they are so sleepy they don't notice. Before the creature can do anything, the couple rips off one of his arms, and takes a bite. "This is good, honey try some". They shut the fridge, and share the arm, as they leave the kitchen, back through the swinging door, into the dining room, back under the arch, to the foyer, then up the long flight of stairs, and down the long hall, up another long flight of stairs, and down another long hall, up the last flight of stairs, and down the last hall to the second door on the left, into their room. By that time they had finished his meal, felt better, and went to sleep.

Just as the couple faded off into slumberland, the hippie wakes up, and has the muchies. He decides that there should be some food, somewhere in this crazy funhouse, so he leaves his room to find a snack. He goes down the hall and down the long flight of stairs, down the hall and down another long flight of stairs, and down the last long hall and down the last long flight of stairs, to the foyer, through the arch, into the dining room, and through a swinging door into a large gourmet kitchen. It was very dark, and spooky, but the he finds the fridge, and opens it. In the fridge, is a huge purple, one eyed, two armed scary monster, but he is still feeling the effects of the shrooms, and doesn't notice it. Before the creature can react, he rips off one of the creatures arms, and takes a bite. "Yum, that is far out". He shuts the fridge, and eats the arm as he leaves the kitchen, back through the swinging door, into the dining room, back under the arch, to the foyer, then up the long flight of stairs, and down the long hall, up another long flight of stairs, and down another long hall, up the last flight of stairs, and down the last hall to the second door on the left, into their room. By that time he had finished his meal, felt better, and went to sleep.

About this time the nun wakes up, is extremely hungry. She decides that there should be some food, somewhere in this large mansion, so she leaves her room to find some. She goes down the hall and down the long flight of stairs, down the hall and down another long flight of stairs, and down the last long hall and down the last long flight of stairs, to the foyer, through the arch, into the dining room, and through a swinging door into a large gourmet kitchen, all the while blessing the house. It was very dark, and aspooky, but the she finds the fridge, and opens it. In the fridge, is a huge purple, one eyed, one armed scary monster, but the nun hardly notices. Before the creature can do anything, the nun rips off his last arm, and takes a bite. "Wow, this is better than Mother Superior's gruel." She shuts the fridge, and eats the arm as she returns to her room. She leaves the kitchen, back through the swinging door, into the dining room, back under the arch, to the foyer, then up the long flight of stairs, and down the long hall, up another long flight of stairs, and down another long hall, up the last flight of stairs, and down the last hall to the second door on the left, into their room. By that time she had finished her meal, felt better, and went to sleep.

The morning arrives and there is a knock on the old mans door. "Breakfast will be served in one half hour, the master expects to see you there", says the butler.

There is then a knock on the couples door, "Breakfast will be served in one half hour, the master expects to see you there", says the butler.

Next, there is then a knock on the hippies door, "Breakfast will be served in one half hour, the master expects to see you there", says the butler.

Finnally, there is a knock on the nuns door, "Breakfast will be served in one half hour, the master expects to see you there", says the butler.

A half hour later, the old man, couple, hippie and nun leave their rooms, and meet in the hall at the simutaneously. The Butler is there waiting. "Follow me" he says. They follow down a long hall, and down a long flight of stairs, and down another long hall, and down another long flight of stairs, and finally down a third hall, and a third flight of stairs, to the foyer, through the arch and into the dining room. The master is already there. The guests take a seat and the master speaks.

"We have a problem," he begins, "I asked you not to leave your rooms, but some one did; but before we discuss this nasty matter, please have some breakfast. I don't have much to offer, but Corn Flakes and Rice Crispies, please tell my butler what you would like."

The Old Man says, "Corn Flakes."
The Man and Woman from the Honeymooning couple both state "Rice Crispies."
The Hippie says, "Rice Crispies."
And the Nun states, "Corn Flakes"

"Good" says the Master, "Now we can talk about who ate the arms off my monster."








And do you know what the moral of this story is? DO YOU?

The moral of this story is that 3 out of 5 people prefer Rice Crispies to Corn Flakes.

OK, if you heard this one before, how about this?
Zombie movies . . Malach does Zombie movies!

I am Malach and I am provocative.

Why I Love Zombies

Tuesday, May 08, 2007

Because they kick ass.

Can You Believe They Cut This From Episode III?

Friday, May 04, 2007

Those are the people who died, died.

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

So I got to thinking . .
Malach has been working in disability services since 1997. In that time, he has had several cleints who have died (and two who have killed other people). 6 that I can think of, there might be more, perhaps clients I have not seen in a number of years. But that is the risk of working with the disabled. Of the six 2 have been murdered, two have committed suicide, and the rest died for health reasons. 6 in ten years? I am not really sure what the average rate is.

What brought on this thought was a client I have wrote about here before. He has been "missing" for the past 2 weeks (not uncommon for the homeless). This morning, I was informed by a reliable and connected source, that he had been found dead, hung from a tree with a plastic bag over his head in Dartmouth, MA. Luckily, I found him later, at the hotel he has been staying at, and he is not dead.

So again, it got me thinking about my dead former clients. Interestingly, Malach has the most dead clients of anyone else in my office, except for a couple of people who have 30 more years of work experience than I do. So, I decided to write a little about each of them to honor them.

Bob: Bob was a elderly gentleman who had severe cerebal palsy (CP) at my first human services job. By the time I first got to meet and interact with him, he was already 70, so not only did he have the CP issues, he also had the age issues. He was basically wheelchair bound, with severe speech impediments and such. What I remember most about Bob; he was a huge Red Sox fan, he used to tell stories about his wild days when younger, and the crazy stories other people told me about him. Bob died of natural causes.

Timmy: Timmy was a mildly mentally retarded client of mine. In his mid 20's, very street smart, he lived with a roommate, in one of the worst sections of New Bedford. Very active and well known in the gay and drag queen community (there is a large community of them in New Bedford, Timmy was very a out spoken advocate for gay and disabled rights. Always flamboyantly dressed (I remember a very poofy blouse with embrodiered greek pottery on it), usually with thick make up, though usually having pretty bad hygiene, that was Timmy, a bit of a puzzle. I worked on Tim's vocational case for a number of years, and he was fun. Timmy was killed in a drug deal gone wrong. No ones really sure if he was an innocent bystander or not.

Justinho: Justinho was another mildly mentally retared man, with a dual diagnosis of schizophrenia. Justinho was a lot of fun, and very hard worker, very proud of his hispanic heritage, and always helpful and nice. I worked with him for about a year, and one day his pyschosis took over and he snapped. Luckily New Bedford has pretty good crisis intervention systems, and he ended up committed for almost 2 months. We he came back, he was not the same, the fun loving nice guy was replaced by a shell of a person. He committed suicide 4 days later cutting his wrists, and then running out onto a busy highway. I believe he was 32 year old.

Rene: Rene might have been the hardest one. I knew Rene before she became disabled. She was my age, and went to the rival high school to mine a half a mile down the street. She was movie star gorgeous, and at the same time, very nice. In her twenties Rene had a stroke. Come to find out she had a very rare genetic disorder, a mitochondrial disorder, that prevented her mitchondria from producing energy. When I was reintroduce to Rene, we were both in our mid 20's. She was boderline intellectual functioning, and frail. In the two last years of her life, I helped her find an apartment to live on her own, and get a job as a greeter at Wal-Mart. Even with her disabilities, Rene had this inner light, and was very good hearted, and never mad about her situation. They absolutely loved her at Wal-Mart, and customers loved her too. Rene ended up suffering a relapse of her stoke symptoms, and she ended full time in hospital care. After a month, she was released to a nursing facility. A week later she died. She was 27 years old. I remember her wake and funeral, and the entire Wal-Mart stores in the area showing up.

Darlene: Darlene was a homeless woman, who was living in the woods for a couple of years. My organization got her out of the woods, and helped he get her life back on track. Darlene had an inoperable brain tumor, that not only caused great physical discomfort, it caused pyschosis like symptoms. I helped Darlene get a place to live, I assisted her with her health and her mental health issues, reunited her with her son, and made the last year of her life, much more pleasant. She died suddenly after Christmas in 2005, after a party we helped her throw for her son, and his friends.

Joe: Joe was a man in his mid 20's. He was boderline intellectual function, and also explosive disorder. When he came to me, he had just gotten out of prison for beating to death his girlfriend with an alarm clock (16 at the time). Joe, while somewhat abrasive, was a very hard worker, and loved to work. While severely paranoid, I assisted him in not only finding a job, but keeping it. I also began meeting him a couple times a week for lunch, to talk about life. It seemed to really help him learn how to be a member of society and control his anger. Unfortunately he was on a program that only lasted 18 months. I lost touch with Joe after that. Evidently he had moved to the Boston area. One day, he attacked one of his neighbors, coming close to killing him. When the police arrived, Joe ran out the door and down the street; Police in tow. What I have been told is that Joe, stopped, picked up a pipe, and charged 5 officers. They had to shoot him, and even then, he kept coming. They basically had no choice but shoot again and make sure stayed down. Come to find out, Joe, had decompensated, tried to commit suicide, but couldn't (sounds like Joe). It seems he tried to get the attention of the police, and while not proven, did the old suicide by cop trick.

Now doesn't Malach have an interesting job.

I am Malach and this is dedicated to my dead clients.

Hump Day Jokes

A stranger was seated next to a little girl on the airplane when the stranger turned to her and said, "Let's talk. I've heard that flights go quicker if you strike up a conversation with your fellow passenger."

The little girl, who had just opened her book, closed it slowly and said to the stranger, "What would you like to talk about?"
Oh, "I don't know", said the stranger. "How about nuclear power?"
"OK," she said, "that could be an interesting topic." She continues: "But let me ask you a question first. A horse, a cow, and a deer all eat grass, the same stuff. Yet a deer excretes little pellets, while a cow turns out a flat patty, and a horse produces clumps of dried grass. Why do you suppose that is?"
The stranger thinks about it and says, "Hmmm, I have no idea,"
To which the little girl replies, "Do you really feel qualified to discuss nuclear power when you don't know shit?"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Two men walk into a pet shop in Dingle, Ireland.
They head to the bird section, and Gerry says to Paddy, "Dat's dem."

The owner comes over and asks if he can help them.

Yeah, we'll take four of dem dere little budgies in dat cage up dere," says Gerry.

The owner puts the budgies in a paper bag.

Paddy and Gerry pay for the birds, leave the shop and get into

Gerry's truck to drive to the top of Connor's Pass. At Connor's Pass, Gerry looks down at the 1000 foot drop and says,"Dis looks like a grand place." He takes the birds out of the bag, puts them on his shoulders and jumps off the cliff.

Paddy watches as Gerry falls all the way to the bottom, killing himself stone dead. Looking down at the remains of his best pal, Paddy shakes his head and says, "Fook dat. Dis budgie jumping is too fook'n dangerous for me!"

THERE'S MORE

Moment's later, Seamus arrives up at Connor's Pass.

He's been to the pet shop too, and walks up to the edge of the cliff, carrying another paper bag in one hand and a shotgun in the other. "Hi, Paddy. Watch dis" Seamus says. He takes a parrot from the bag and throws himself over the edge of the cliff. Paddy watches as half way down, Seamus takes the gun and shoots the parrot. Seamus continues to plummet down and down, until he hits the bottom, and breaks every bone in his body.

Paddy shakes his head and says, "And I'm never trying dat parrotshooting either!"

IT'S NOT OVER YET

Paddy is just getting over the shock of losing two friends, when Sean O'Driscoll appears.
He's also been to the pet shop, and is carrying a paper bag out of which he pulls a chicken. Sean O'Driscoll then hurls himself off the cliff and disappears down and down, until he hits a rock and breaks his spine.

Once more Paddy shakes his head in disbelief, "Fook dat, lads. Dese adventure sports are too dangerous for me ....first dere was Gerry with his budgie jumping, ... den Seamus and his parrotshooting, and now Sean and his fook'n hengliding."
~wicked love~

The Further Adventures of Otis Serungis and Mr. Sticky.

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

Malach does Top 10 Lists too.
The Top Ten Terms for Defecation

10. Exploding the Rusty Dirt Star
9. Extruding a chocolate log
8. Propelling a Steamer across Lake Titicaca
7. Riding the brown pogo stick
6. Baking Brownies
5. Thowing a life preserver
4. The brown snake moan
3. Taking a Dump
2. Dropping a loaf
1. Tanking the Cosby Kids for a swim

I am Malach and your gotta love the film Homeland Security can dig up on people.

HI, I'm a Marvel...And I'm a DC

What Happen to the Captain?

Is it just me ....but don't you miss the Captain and all his posts.
I am ...come back to us Captain ...we need you!
~smiles wickedly~

I recomend this book.

Monday, April 30, 2007

For those who believe in a God without religion, please read this book, is AMAZING.
For those who believe following God is becoming wealthy, this is not the book for you.
Is called "The Heavenly Man" by Paul Hattaway and talks about the experience of "Brother Yun" and all he had to go through for following God in a country like China.

For real; ways of "teaching" are different from generation to generation, do they work?

uhmm, the other day I noticed my cousin in law (cousin's wife) she was taking dinner with my nephew and Niece, I crossed toward the kitchen and the kids were having a complete party while eating... they were screaming, they were laughing and almost daring to jump from the dinning table while eating. All I could hear was their mother whispering "Quiet, quiet,quiet" and they just kept going (I think they didn't even hear her with all that noise they were doing).

Well, I aproached to the kitchen window looked at the sky, a thought came to me... "Wow My brother and I are quiet while eating, very quiet... what made the difference back then? what made us be so quiet at the dinning table?..." then my memory answered clearly after some melancolic period of time... there is an answer, the answer is..."oh that salvadorean tortilla hitting our forehead on it's plain side followed by a "SHUT UP" every time we opened our mouths lol" oh man should I thank my stepmother? eh eh eh eh eh

The new Shroud of Turin?

Thursday, April 26, 2007

Curt Schilling's Bloody SockIs it blood? Is it Paint? Is it Dye? Don't you love "mysteries".

I am Malach, and yes Virginia it is blood.

The Answer - Puberty

After my brain was reeling from the side-effects of doing 3 hours of calculus, I called up a friend for some moral support.
One thing led to another and then we came up with the theory that PUBERTY is the cause of most, if not all, mysteries of the universe.

Puberty apparently answers

1. Why did the dinosaurs dissappear?
2. Newton's law "every action has an equal and opposite reaction"
3. What made the apple fall?
4. Why is the universe expanding at such a fast rate?
5. Purpose of life.

Whilst puberty is not the direct answer to some of those, it is indeed a major contributor.

1. Why did the dinosaurs dissappear?

Lizards don't have hair (normal hair not the 'special' kinds that some reptiles have)

When the dinosaurs reached puberty thew grew hair.... and lots of it
=> they were not reptiles anymore.
=> they ceased to exist
=> extinction

2. Newton's law "every action has an equal and opposite reaction"

The advent of puberty introduces sexual desire. So when two people are indulging in intercourse, a thrust by one partner will lead to the other to move in the opposite direction to the same extent.
Hence proved

3. What made the apple fall?

The fruit reached puberty. It began to have problems with its mom (the tree). Filled with angst it began to weaken the bonds b/w the tree and itself.

Once it got ripe it fell off.

4. Why is the universe expanding at such a fast rate?

This one requires you to consider the entire universe as a living being.
Remember how you had growth spurts when you hit puberty?
Well it's the same here.

5. Purpose of life.

Not talking about individual purposes, the basic purpose of life is to create and offspring an ensure survival of your species.
But that can only happen because of puberty.
Puberty leads to growth of your sexual organs.
No sexual organs means no sperm and ovum
=> no eggs
=> no life

It needs some tweaking, but we plan to enter it for the Nobel.

Hump Day Jokes ...

Wednesday, April 25, 2007


In Vegas, a blonde walks up to a Coke machine and puts in a coin. Out pops a coke. The blonde looks amazed and runs away to get some more coins. She returns and starts feeding the machine madly, and of course the machine keeps popping out the drinks. Another person walks up behind the blonde and watches her antics for a few minutes before stopping her and asking if someone else could have a go. The blonde spins around and shouts in her face: "Can't you see I'm winning?"


~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~


Three buddies decided to take their wives on vacation for a week in Las Vegas. The week flew by and they all had a great time. After they returned home and the men went back to work, they sat around at break and discussed their vacation.
The first guy says "I don't think I'll ever do that again! Ever since we got back, my old lady flings her arms & hollers, "7 come 11" all night & I haven't had a wink of sleep!"
The second guy says "I know what you mean...my old lady played blackjack the whole time we were there and she slaps the bed all night and hollers 'hit me light or hit me hard', and I haven't had a wink of sleep either!"
The third guy says "You guys think you have it bad! My old lady played the slots the whole time we were there... every morning, I wake up with a sore dingy and a butt full of quarters!"


~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~


George was planning on going out with "The Boys" when his wife told him that he wasn't leaving the house.
George's Wife: "The last time you went out with your friends you got so drunk that you puked on your shirt."
George: "But Honey, I promise that I wont drink a drop of alcohol all night!"
So after begging his old lady for an hour, George got the OK the go out with the guys as long as he stayed off of the booze. George met up with the guys at a local bar and proceeded to get shit-faced. After about 3 hours of guzzling liquor, George blew chow all over his shirt.
George: "Shit! The old lady is going to throw my ass out of the house for getting drunk and puking on my new shirt!"
Bill, George's best pal, gave drunk ass George an idea of how to keep from getting in trouble with the wife.
Bill: "All you got to do is have a $20 bill in your hand when you walk through the door. Then, when she accuses you of barfing all over yourself, just tell her that some other drunk puked on you and that he gave you 20 bucks to get the shirt cleaned."
So, when George walked into the house with money in hand, his wife was waiting for him in the living room.
Georges wife: "I knew that your drunk ass would spew bile and booze all over that new shirt!"
George: "Honey, let me explain! This drunken fool at the bar puked on me and gave me 20 bucks to have it cleaned."
His wife snatched the money out of his hand and observed that he was holding two $20 bills.
George's wife: "Is that so? Then where did the other 20 dollar bill come from?"
George: "Oh, That's from the guy who shit in my pants."

~hump day lovin~

I'm off to colonize the Super-Earth of Gliese 581?

WASHINGTON (Reuters) -- European astronomers have spotted what they say is the most Earth-like planet yet outside our solar system, with balmy temperatures that could support water and, potentially, life.

They have not directly seen the planet, orbiting a red dwarf star called Gliese 581. But measurements of the star suggest that a planet not much larger than the Earth is pulling on it, the researchers say in a letter to the editor of the journal Astronomy and Astrophysics.

"This one is the first one that is at the same time probably rocky, with water, and in a zone close to the star where the water could exist in liquid form," said Stephane Udry of the Geneva Observatory in Switzerland, who led the study.

"We have estimated that the mean temperature of this super-Earth lies between 0 and 40 degrees Celsius, and water would thus be liquid."

"We have been very lucky to identify a volunteer for a manned exploration of the new Super-Earth. To protect his identity, we can only refer to him by his code name: The Angry Veteran. We are currently making preparations to put him in deep hibernation and launch him to the Gliese 581 system."

Reuters was able to speak with this volunteer over the phone, but not in person. "I had no idea that my contract with the U.S. Army had an option that could be picked up by NASA. This shit is unreal."

How cool

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

What the Hell is Red Sox Nation

Monday, April 23, 2007

As promised.
It is hard to explain Red Sox fanaticism to someone out of the area. Yes, their are fanatical fans out there, some of them come to mind: The Fans of the Raiders, the Fans of the Red Skins, any fan of a Philedelphia team . . . but being a member of Red Sox Nation is something different.

I am trying to get is classified as a mental illness. Red Sox fans are so fanatical, that is all they ever talk about . . . Football season, basketball, hockey, it is all about the Red Sox. You live and die with every games, every inning, every pitch. Game one has as much importance as game 7 of the World Series. If they lose your depressed, if they win, your higher than a kite. Red Sox fans have this fatalistic attitude (even with the 2004 win), and take each win and lose to an extreme. You want to hear it? Go to WEEI.com and listen live to the callers and show hosts, they are all insane.

How did this happen? Why just this team? Boston is a Baseball town. The Red Sox are the oldest team in New England, they won the world series 5 times since their 1901 inception and 4 times between 1912 and 1918, including back to back in '15 and '16. Red Sox Nation was on top of the world . . and then the whole Babe Ruth incident happened. The rest they say is history. Not only did they not win a title until the 2004 season, they lost it is improbable ways. Johnny Pesky's throw in 1946, in 1967 you had perhaps one of the best baseball teams in history, only to lose, the Bucky f'n Dent, Billy f'n Buckner, one strike away in 1986, and Aaron f'n Boone. When not getting a shot at the series, they continually finished second to the Yankees.

We have developed this complex . . it is Bi-Polar and psychotic in nature. It can be scary, sad, and funny.

How do you know you are a member of Red Sox Nation? If you answer yes to anyone of these questions below, seek some professional help.

1. Do you wonder what Terry Francona will do with with his long reliever during the middle of a Patriots Super Bowl?
2. Have you ever contemplated taking your own life after a heartbreaking loss in the first two months of the season?
3. Do you find yourself yelling at the TV, more specifically Red Sox managers?
4. Do you expect the Red Sox to lose every game once they go down by one run?
5. Do you skip appointments and miss family reunions to watch the game?
6. Do you juggle your schedule around the game?
7. Is Sweet Caroline by Neil Diamond you favorite song?
8. Do you chant "Yankees Suck" when they actually don't suck? At other sporting events including little league? At concerts? Out your car window?
9. Is Fever Pitch your favorite movie? Or does the movie describe you life?
10. Do you take out a mortgage to renew your season tickets?

We are a little better now since the comeback against the Yankees and the big win in 2004. But that is starting to fade . . . please help us.

Ding Dong Drunkies Dead.
Boris Yeltsin . . . he kept Smirnoff in business during those lean years. RIP my Russian Pookie Bear.

I am Malach and I miss Yuri Andropov.

I'll tell you what the troops would think, Senator Jackass

Friday, April 20, 2007



From the AP:

Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid said Thursday the war in Iraq is "lost," triggering an angry backlash by Republicans, who said the top Democrat had turned his back on the troops.



...



"I can't begin to imagine how our troops in the field, who are risking their lives every day, are going to react when they get back to base and hear that the Democrat leader of the United States Senate has declared the war is lost," said Senate GOP leader Mitch McConnell, R-Kentucky.



Comment:



How are they going to react? I'll tell you. They are going to say: "Yeah, no shit; let's get the fuck out of here."



What a fucking hypocritical Jackass you are, Mitch McConnell, acting like you care about the feelings of the troops. If you really cared about the troops and their families you'd have vigils and ceremonies for those killed in action. You'd be there to receive the flag draped coffins. But no, we need to hide the dead soldiers and only invoke them when we have a politcal point to make.



The troops don't want to be in Iraq, they don't want to die in Iraq, and they would all be very, VERY happy to come home. They certainly don't need you to "protect" them from the words of Senator Reid. What they need is someone to protect them from President Bush and his crazy neocon cabal of right wing idiots.



The voters thought they did that in the midterm elections, but even an election doesn't seem to stop the Bush neocon war machine.

We finally changed!

The WoW is now new blogger.
Lot of cool new features and use the labels, it will help organize this blog more! You will know need to sign in with your google account. I would also suggest you label the author of your posts, that will make it easy for fans to follow your posts by clicking on it author label.

I am Malach and I am new.

Yup, it's your fault.

Thursday, April 19, 2007

We live in a society that craves attention, and craves giving attention. That's the reason why things like blogs and MySpace and YouTube and reality TV are the new cornerstones of society that they are. It's the reason why shills like Dr. Phil and Jack Thompson spout their verbal pus for the cheering crowds. It's the reason why NBC thought that it was a good idea to publish the rantings of a lunatic on national TV, thus giving the loser the very thing he wanted, national exposure.

And it's the reason why you fucking watched all of it. Its the reason why you had your eyes glued to the goddamn TV watching CNN and Fox news channel endlessly replay the same mantra;


Reporter: "There was a shooting. We don't know anymore, but we'll keep showing you the same stale footage over and over anyway, as we speculate about what COULD BE the actual facts. Don't go away, because you might miss something important! Now, a word for our sponsors."

Commercial: 'Do you have erectile dysfunction?....'"


And so on, for how many hours?

You're pathetic.

You have no life. You have no sense of your own destiny or your own worth. You endlessly run drooling from one spectacle to the next instead of reading a great work of literature, or designing an house, or learning a new skill, or inventing something, or mentoring the next generation. You roll around in a cesspit of endless gossip instead of sitting down with friends and family to talk about things that actually matter. You sit with your thumb up your ass rather than use your time to make yourself better. For fuck's sake, you don't even bother taking the time to switch thumbs once in a while.

Some loser, who was mentally ill, lost his shit and killed 33 people, the last one being himself. It's a shame he didn't start from the opposite order. It's a shame everyone is wallowing in fake sympathy and melodramatic selfish shared tragedy all of a sudden, when shit like this is happening every day to equally good and innocent people in other parts of the world. It's a shame that instead of working to change the world to make it a better place you just look for the next big thing to ring your hands about uselessly, or look for some way to stick the blame on your chosen enemies, whoever they may be.

And you're still doing it because you're reading yet another post on a fucking blog that doesn't mean anything, and as a result the world has gone unchanged by you for a couple of minutes more.

As I said, you're pathetic.

Get out of my sight.

Hump Day Jokes!

Wednesday, April 18, 2007


A precious little girl walks into a pet shop and asks, in the sweetest little lisp, between two missing teeth, "Excuthe me, mithter, do you keep widdle wabbits?" As the shopkeeper's heart melts, he gets down on his knees so that he's on her level and asks, "Do you want a widdle white wabbit, or a thoft and fuwwy bwack wabbit, or maybe one like that cute widdle bwown wabbit over there?" She, in turn, blushes, rocks on her heels, puts her hands on her knees, leans forward and says, in a tiny quiet voice, "I don't think my python weally givths a thit."

~*~*~*~*~

Two parents take their son on a vacation to a nude beach. The father goes for a walk on the beach, and the son goes and plays in the water. The son comes running up to his mom and says, "Mommy, I saw ladies with breasts a lot bigger than yours!" The mom says, "The bigger they are, the dumber they are." So he goes back to play. Minutes later, he runs back and says, "Mommy, I saw men with penises a lot bigger than Daddy's!" The mom says, "The bigger they are, the dumber they are." So he goes back to play. Several minutes later, he comes running back and says, "Mommy, I just saw Daddy talking to the dumbest lady I ever saw, and the more they talked, the dumber he got!"

~*~*~*~*~

Once upon a time, a blonde became so sick of hearing blonde jokes that she had her hair cut and dyed brown. A few days later, as she was out driving around the countryside, she stopped her car to let a flock of sheep pass. Admiring the cute wooly creatures, she said to the shepherd, "If I can guess how many sheep you have, can I take one?" The shepherd, always the gentleman, said, "Sure!" The blonde thought for a moment and, for no discernible reason, said, "352." This being the correct number, the shepherd was, understandably, totally amazed, and exclaimed, "You're right! O.K., I'll keep to my end of the deal. Take your pick of my flock." The blonde carefully considered the entire flock and finally picked the one that was by far cuter and more playful than any of the others. When she was done, the shepherd turned to her and said, "O.K., now I have a proposition for you. If I can guess your true hair color, can I have my dog back?"
~hump day lovin~

Google has a sense of humor

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Check this out...

1. Go to _www.google.com (http://www.google.com/)

2. Click on "Maps"

3. Click on "Get Directions"

4. Type "New York" in the first box (the "from" box)

5. Type "London" in the second box (the "to" box)

6. Click on "Get Directions."

Take a look somewhere around # 23.

The pedia worth clicking on

Monday, April 16, 2007

We've had the Wiki-bombs set.....we've tried to eliminate the whole Wiki-Nazi....

But alas...I have found a PEDIA worth keeping around.

Folks! I present today's accidental find....

NAKEPEDIA!!!!!

It has every porn star and their stats!

Please...go.....check it out....HERE. You'll thank me in the morning.

*** This has been a pubic service announcement ***

Monday's.....go figure.



The gunner at Virginia Tech didn't like Monday's either.

Toyi war experience Chapter IX

Okay, continuing with my accustomed post about Civil war in my country, I will bring what I left pending last time.
The sweetness of aunt Marin, she had lost her 2 kids and the approach to Me and my brother reminded her own kids. As I said before she had a daughter few years later after her last boy past away, her daughter was a year younger than me and a year older than my brother.
Okay we were like the 3 musketeers, we always played together, we didn’t have toys because we were not in an economic position to have toys, but that didn’t stop us to play and we didn’t miss toys. (you only miss what you have lost anyways); we got very creative playing with branches, flowers, stones, leaves, climbing trees, plastic dishes & pans we were used to grab from Granny’s kitchen. We spent great amount of time watching my grandpa work on his evil scientist projects (very fun); So aunt Marin loved to do my curls, pet me and always got me nice dresses; I started calling her mother … I didn’t rationalize this but I believe the lack of a mother and getting my aunt affection made me declare her my mother.
Well hello we also had company, other cousins… they were older than us, reason why they never played with us (they were not going to play with babies like us lol) they were kids from another aunt that also lived in the same house, 2 boys and a girl (girl was 9, 10 & 11). Aunt Marin husband abandoned her while she was pregnant of her last baby; she worked at a local Bank. There was a local National University building right across the street, one day tank noise woke us up… they parked in front of our house and raid the building, they checked in every single room and took the people out and closed it. We had never seen a real war tank before only in the movies and looked very scary and cool. Some soldiers picked up my brother and played with him for a while later on the tanks left leaving few soldiers watching the looked building door.
In those days aunt Marin felt very sick but didn’t pay too much attention to it, but she got to a point were the fevers were very high and she started swelling and was almost unable to walk. Granny took her to the doctor and the diagnosis was Cancer in her uterus and was on second stage, they said with chemotherapy she would be able to survive. Well family decided to go ahead with treatment, but things got uglier war talking. There were shut outs every single night and aunt Marin could barely move, her pain was sharp and she was unable to sleep complaining… sometimes my family had to take her to the hospital in plain curfew in the middle of the night thanks to out neighbor that owned a Taxi Cab & that didn’t care the danger to be shot, he would accompany my dad and Granny carring aunt Marin.
I worried very much and it was hard to think that none of them may come back alive, the dawns were long for me and all I could do was to watch over my little brother sleep.
Okay after some months of going-coming, midnight trips, lots of spent nights with aunt Marin doctor had a new diagnose… the cancer was gone but the chemotherapy had permanently damaged her kidneys and needed a transplant immediately they tested the adults in my family for compatibilities and found aunt Wilma, aunt Wilma lived in the country capital since she married; she was completely willing to give her kidney for her sister, they went ahead with the surgery… and performed the transplant, few months later aunt Marin died at age 33for surgery complications. Honestly I sort of didn’t want to write this chapter just because of this, I didn’t know how to put this in words because this is a moment in my life that is very hard and sad to describe my feelings. When my aunt was agonizing, they took us (kids) to the other part of the house, I sensed there was something far from right, lots of motion among the family; people coming others going, others commenting about her words to them, others trying to hide that they were crying, I felt desperate and I tried to listen what people were saying waiting to hear at least that she was doing fine. Few hours later some other family member approached to us (kids), we all sat and she told us that aunt Marin was not going to be with us any longer (Toyi cries) that she has gone to heaven, and now was an angel.. That night they made us wear our nicest clothing (a dress she bought for me in the past) and the funeral was held at home because of the war and curfew to avoid exposing family and friends, I remember all the lights in the room she was in, all the flowers and all the people around us, I approached to her coffin and asked my dad to hold me up to see her, she was there laying, I felt good at the moment because I didn’t see her suffering, her face looked relaxed and far from her common pain expression, she looked beautiful wearing a dress I tried to recognize but I couldn’t, it was a light purple dress, I observed her chest and confirmed she wasn’t breathing … she was like a doll (beautiful and lifeless, just like when you lay a doll and closes her eyes) I even thought, yes she is indeed an angel now.

God!

Sunday, April 15, 2007

Okay, I have a free day and a free thought today, is sunday and is not more day to live, despite all the resentments that go around God's ways, I encourage you to look for him, he is at the door knocking and all we have to do is open it so he can come into your life (if is what you really want).
God is not something to debate, God is not something that you can figure from outside, God is not your servant or your genie to do what you want like in Aladin tale, God is a king, king that governs in your life only if you let him in.
Nothing I say is going to convince you or amaze you about him, all I can say is that I am amaized soooo amaized that I can't hide my feelings and as good feeling I would at least tell you to give him a chance to be in your life because I would like you to have what I have, what can you lose?... you have to meet him personally to get to know him better, don't listen to people's opinion about him specially knowing that they have never met him personally because all they have is an opinion if you really have considered it please try personally and open the door, he is knocking.

Who is the real Otis Serungis.

Saturday, April 14, 2007

Otis Serungis.
Occasional article contributer, and poster, what do you really know about him? He likes to write articles about waste management, and he might be a Portagee.

Malach has obtained this exclusive video, of a recent date Mr. Serungis had. He is the one in the blue bathrobe, the bathrobe he affectionately calls Mr. Sticky.

So now you know, and knowing is half the battle.

I am Malach and I bring you the dirt.

Once Upon a Time...

before he would become the Angry Veteran, the Angry Veteran was riding his bicycle on a warm summer day, a beatific look on his hairless adolescent face. "Tra-la-la," sang the Angry Veteran, "tra-la-la-la-lee." Smiling benignly, the Angry Veteran approached an intersection and signalled a left turn. The Angry Veteran was always careful to use hand signals, as he was taught "safety first!".

Heedless of the Angry Veteran's signal, a large, black Cadillac hurtled through the intersection and collided with the Angry Veteran just as he was making his turn. It turned his bike into a twisted metal pretzel and sent the Angry Veteran hurtling through the air, where he would come to rest against a very hard stone curb. His beatific smile vanished, and his leg was broken so badly it left him with an unsightly scar he bears to this very day.

The car door opened and a man stepped out. "What did you do to my car?!!!" screamed the driver of the Cadillac, a rotund, heavily-accented Portuguese man indifferent to the bleeding Angry Veteran on the side of the road.

And do you know what happened next?

The Angry Veteran killed that man.

Syphilis

Friday, April 13, 2007

Dr. Murk's got it.

Have you?

Wear your seatbelt, dumbass



From the AP:

CAMDEN, N.J. (AP) -- Gov. John C. Corzine was apparently not wearing his seat belt as required by law when his official SUV crashed into a guard rail, leaving the governor hospitalized in critical condition, a spokesman said Friday.

The crash broke the governor's leg, six ribs, his sternum and a vertebrae. Authorities were searching for the pickup truck driver blamed for causing it.

Comment:

What do you mean, "apparently" wasn't wearing his seatbelt. He was either wearing it or not. Why is there a law requiring you to wear your seatbelt? So when some idiot swerves into you and wrecks your SUV you get minor contusions and soft tissue injury and not a broken leg, sternum, vertebrae, and rib cage.

I know it's only been the law for over twenty years and you are just the chief executive responsible for enforcing the law in New Jersey, but hey, dumbass, put your seatbelt on.

Quick, someone blame Al Sharpton or rap music - a white guy got hurt.

The Marketplace has Spoken


You're fired.

While I would like to think that the executives at MSNBC and CBS Radio dismissed Imus for his history of sexist and racist remarks; culminating in his attack on the Rutgers Women's Basketball Team, I know it isn't.

The reason he was fired: Adam Smith. Economics, baby. Advertisers were leaving the Imus show in droves. Insiders report that the numbers of cancelled advertisers was in the triple digits.

Why is this a good thing? Because advertisers are just a reflection of society - their entire existence depends on knowing what people want and don't want to hear. In addition, they know what kind of demand they can and cannot create with advertisements. Imus is no longer a product people want or a product advertisers can convince people they want. Good for us.

So, the bad news is that there are still plenty more sexist and racist "shock jocks" out there who are all too ready to laugh their misogyny and racism off as "just a joke" - but the good news is that the tide is turning.

Good riddance Imus.

Kurt Vonnegut

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Today, one of the world's greatest satirists of all time has died today at the age of 84. For more on the story click here: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/18066068/?GT1=9246

The VeriChip

Wednesday, April 11, 2007



Just say no!

Short .... Hump Day Jokes...

For his birthday, little Johnny asked for a 10-speed bicycle. His father said, "Son, we'd give you one, but the mortgage on this house is $280,000 & your mother just lost her job. There's no way we can afford it."

The next day the father saw little Johnny heading out the front door with a suitcase. So he asked, "Son, where are you going?" Little Johnny told him, "I was walking past your room last night and heard you telling Mom you were pulling out. Then I heard her tell you to wait because she was coming too. And I'll be damned if I'm staying here by myself with a $280,000 mortgage & no bike!"

*~*~*~*

"Hey, Mom," asked Johnny "can you give me twenty dollars?"
"Certainly not." "If you do," he went on,
"I'll tell you what dad said to the maid when you were at the beauty shop."
His mother's ears perked up and, grabbing her purse, she handed over the money.
"Well? What did he say?"
"He said, 'Hey, Marie, make sure you wash my socks tomorrow.' "

*~*~*~*

An old man goes to the Wizard to ask him if he can remove a curse he has been living with for the last 40 years.
The Wizard says, "Maybe, but you will have to tell me the exact words that were used to put the curse on you."
The old man says without hesitation - "I now pronounce you man and wife."
~wicked love ya'll~

Don Imus

So, I was going to write an insightful blog but . .
I read this article by Jason Whitlock (who would kick that midget Lupica's ass) in the Kansas City Star. I am reprinting the entire article here without permission. Sue me.

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Imus isn’t the real bad guy
Instead of wasting time on irrelevant shock jock, black leaders need to be fighting a growing gangster culture.


By Jason Whitlock

Thank you, Don Imus. You’ve given us (black people) an excuse to avoid our real problem.
You’ve given Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson another opportunity to pretend that the old fight, which is now the safe and lucrative fight, is still the most important fight in our push for true economic and social equality.

You’ve given Vivian Stringer and Rutgers the chance to hold a nationally televised recruiting celebration expertly disguised as a news conference to respond to your poor attempt at humor.
Thank you, Don Imus. You extended Black History Month to April, and we can once again wallow in victimhood, protest like it’s 1965 and delude ourselves into believing that fixing your hatred is more necessary than eradicating our self-hatred.

The bigots win again.

While we’re fixated on a bad joke cracked by an irrelevant, bad shock jock, I’m sure at least one of the marvelous young women on the Rutgers basketball team is somewhere snapping her fingers to the beat of 50 Cent’s or Snoop Dogg’s or Young Jeezy’s latest ode glorifying nappy-headed pimps and hos.

I ain’t saying Jesse, Al and Vivian are gold-diggas, but they don’t have the heart to mount a legitimate campaign against the real black-folk killas.

It is us. At this time, we are our own worst enemies. We have allowed our youths to buy into a culture (hip hop) that has been perverted, corrupted and overtaken by prison culture. The music, attitude and behavior expressed in this culture is anti-black, anti-education, demeaning, self-destructive, pro-drug dealing and violent.

Rather than confront this heinous enemy from within, we sit back and wait for someone like Imus to have a slip of the tongue and make the mistake of repeating the things we say about ourselves.

It’s embarrassing. Dave Chappelle was offered $50 million to make racially insensitive jokes about black and white people on TV. He was hailed as a genius. Black comedians routinely crack jokes about white and black people, and we all laugh out loud.

I’m no Don Imus apologist. He and his tiny companion Mike Lupica blasted me after I fell out with ESPN. Imus is a hack.

But, in my view, he didn’t do anything outside the norm for shock jocks and comedians. He also offered an apology. That should’ve been the end of this whole affair. Instead, it’s only the beginning. It’s an opportunity for Stringer, Jackson and Sharpton to step on victim platforms and elevate themselves and their agenda$.

I watched the Rutgers news conference and was ashamed.

Martin Luther King Jr. spoke for eight minutes in 1963 at the March on Washington. At the time, black people could be lynched and denied fundamental rights with little thought. With the comments of a talk-show host most of her players had never heard of before last week serving as her excuse, Vivian Stringer rambled on for 30 minutes about the amazing season her team had.
Somehow, we’re supposed to believe that the comments of a man with virtually no connection to the sports world ruined Rutgers’ wonderful season. Had a broadcaster with credibility and a platform in the sports world uttered the words Imus did, I could understand a level of outrage.
But an hourlong press conference over a man who has already apologized, already been suspended and is already insignificant is just plain intellectually dishonest. This is opportunism. This is a distraction.

In the grand scheme, Don Imus is no threat to us in general and no threat to black women in particular. If his words are so powerful and so destructive and must be rebuked so forcefully, then what should we do about the idiot rappers on BET, MTV and every black-owned radio station in the country who use words much more powerful and much more destructive?

I don’t listen or watch Imus’ show regularly. Has he at any point glorified selling crack cocaine to black women? Has he celebrated black men shooting each other randomly? Has he suggested in any way that it’s cool to be a baby-daddy rather than a husband and a parent? Does he tell his listeners that they’re suckers for pursuing education and that they’re selling out their race if they do?

When Imus does any of that, call me and I’ll get upset. Until then, he is what he is — a washed-up shock jock who is very easy to ignore when you’re not looking to be made a victim.

No. We all know where the real battleground is. We know that the gangsta rappers and their followers in the athletic world have far bigger platforms to negatively define us than some old white man with a bad radio show. There’s no money and lots of danger in that battle, so Jesse and Al are going to sit it out.

*******

Again, Malach is not black, nor could he ever come close to understanding what it means to be black. But I have said this before and it bear repeating. What do you black kids have to look upto? Gangsta Rappers, Sports Stars, and Drug Dealers. Why has black culture, a culture with a history longer than white culture, become this farce?

And rap/hip hop. Like most modern music, it has all gone to shit. Gone are the socially concious afrocentric artist, to be replaced by pimps and gangstas. Black sports start propogate the stereotype. We are raising a black race of incarcerated.

I am Malach, and think about it.

Happy Birthday Hojo

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

I am Malach and I ask for Hojo by name!

Why GodTube is the best site on the web

Monday, April 09, 2007


I am Malach and the Angry Piper likes big butts.

Nice Sunday!!

Sunday, April 08, 2007

As you know I am Christian and I am proud to follow Christ & anounce his news, I am not a follower of "Dates" to give thanks to the one that has given his life for me.
The most clear thing to me is that I shouldn't bury and grieve for someone that is alive. So this is one of those nice resting sundays... I am no angel through human eye and don't expect to be (that will become the greatest frustration if I ever attemp to expect), but he made me perfect to his eyes and is all I care really...

I thank God for get me through very tough times in my childhood.
I thank God for grabbing me from Death's arms soooo many times and keeping me alive in the middle of civil war.
I thank God because I know the meaning of having food everyday today and because in the past no matter the amount and no matter what, he always had a bite for me.
I Thank God because he has taught me to forgive jerks and most of the times the jerk that lives in myself, because if it was for me.. I would never, but because of him and my will to please his wishes, I have learned to count their offenses and throw them to the bottom of the sea.
I thank God because he understand my feeling and because made me free to express what I want, the way I want it and even when people don't like it.
I thank God for giving me a family that cared to raise me even in their short consicence, but I thank that because he was present in their memories and their hearts is the reason that I am here alive and understanding his love deeply.
I thank God for giving me a heart and a natural body to live and to let me understand that I am here in this world for his cause, and not for evolution rutinary-trasitional purposes borning and dying for no specific reason.
I thank God for give me a special place as his daughter and not as a developing specimen only.
I thank God for giving me a pronounsible name.
I thank God for being in one I can trust besides computers.
I Thank God for respecting the wish of human being of "developing in their own" acepting none of his help.
I Thank God for willing to help only those who call for help and see it has a privilege.. not as a right.
I thank God for being there when I call on my emotional stages because he listens to me and don't charge a fee or gives me useless imperfect human methods.
I Thank God for chosing me to see his wonders.
I Thank God for enjoying his word.
I Thank God for giving human mind to think and develop not caring if they use it to stab him and denie him.
I love God because he gives me a new day every day and let me die to the previous one.

He is my special father and I thank him daily for what he has given me and for what is about to give me, I thank him for including a feeling in humanity called "Faith" that makes everything inside me funtion just like my heart does.

All%20are%20welcome.bmp

2007 Shamless Easter Plug


I am Malach and that is all.

The Difference Between Cats and Dogs




The difference between dogs and cats can be demonstrated by a simple test. When you point at something, even though dogs have no hands or fingers of their own, they understand that you are pointing at something and look in the direction you are pointing.

Cats look at your finger.

Cats are fucking stupid.

This is allegorical to religious fundamentalists who take the bible literally word for word as opposed to reading it for the messages that it is meant to convey. Por exemple, the book of genesis isn't really about the creation of the universe, that's just filler, background. The creation story is there to provide a backdrop for the characters-- the first humans, who end up, though their flawed human nature, falling from grace. This is followed by later stories of Cain killing able and Noah's Ark, which are also meant to talk about human nature and other rot, ad naseum. The point of the stories are the characters. Agree with their points or not, it's obvious to anyone who passed 6th grade reading that the stories are there to serve as parables and lessons on how to behave, how to overcome hardship, what foods are safe to eat, and how to slaughter a cow properly for sacrifice.

If you look at it that way, as many religious people with a functioning brain do, then you see no contradiction with science, knowledge and faith. Knowing you evolved from a common ancestor to chimps doesn't impact your spiritual life, or your faith in the Great Old One. But when a fundamentalist looks at each and every word as being literally true in these stories, they are looking at the finger, rather than what the finger is pointing at: namely the point of the damn story.

And that is why, like cats, fundamentalists are fucking stupid.

And also why they should be provided to high school biology classes, so they can be cut open to examine their small, formalin-steeped brains, before tossing them in the dumpster.

Oh, yeah.. happy fucking Easter.

Happy Easter

Saturday, April 07, 2007



Let's not forget the true meaning of the holiday.

Man this guy just shook the whole foundations of scientific theory

Friday, April 06, 2007

We come from monkeys my ass!

Of course the little flaw in his argument, is bananas are perfectly designed for our monkey ancestors too . . .

Gwen Stefani, your thoughts?


I am Malach and GodTube is now Dr. Mantodea's favorite website

I want the sexual truth!

Here it is folks. The truth disclosed. I read Playboy. Seriously! I READ IT! Okay, yeah......I like looking at the pictures, too. *shrugs*

So the other night, I thought I had picked up the latest issue of Playboy (when I had actually picked up the one from December) and I began reading an article on Erotic Literature. Three authors waxed technique and gave their version of what was erotic in life as well as in literature to them as adolescents and now. It was interesting to read but it brought up a very big thought.....

What is erotic? Is it boot fetishes? Is it women in latex? Is it men with gag-balls or is it a woman tied to a tree? Is it in the sexual act itself?

And then those questions lead to, how do you present "erotic" in an original and intersting way via literature?

You see, (most of you know) I contribute to Tainted Love. I would not say my stuff is erotic. Strange maybe....with some sexual content....but not really erotic. I want to create an erotic masterpiece and present it in a way that is original, arousing and interesting.

So last night, I decided that I am going to take a public poll. Anyone and everyone (male and female) who reads this is allowed to answer this poll. All persons and answers will be kept strictly confidential. Will you please participate??

Answer the following questions and submit your answers to just.myko@gmail.com. Please use honesty (do not e-mail me and tell me you find your cereal box erotic!) and feel free to add to the questions with your comments or ask me questions.

Here they are:

What do you consider to be erotic, be it your own fantasy or something you've seen/read?

Do you read erotic literature?

If so, what story captivated you the most and why?

Do you watch pornographic movies or purchase pornographic magazines?

If so, what is your favorite medium and why?

Come on folks, help a writer out!

Screw Easter and Chocolate Jesus!

Thursday, April 05, 2007

The Real "My Sweet Lord"

I am Malach, my sweet lord, hare krishna, gurur brahma, gurur vishnu, gurur devo, maheshwara, gurur sakshaat, parabrahma, tasmayi shree, guruve namah, hare rama.

Now, Auto C and YPG don't have to feel left out.

Happy Easter Weekend!


"My Sweet Lord" is, of course, getting much more publicity because people protested it and the museum decided to cancel the exhibit.

If there was a Jesus of Nazareth, he was probably black, so, technically, this is probably a more accurate depiction of him than the pasty white long haired figure with a halo that we grew up with.

But was he delicious? Sadly, we will never know. The shroud of Turin was unfortunately devoid of any chocolately goodness.

As for the medium chosen by the artist, I'm more of a milk chocolate fan, but I can certainly approve of my brothers and sisters who prefer the dark chocolate.

Whatever your preference, please go out and celebrate the return of our Sweet Lord with the chocolate of your choice. Amen!

Happy Angry Feggin' Piper Day!

Monday, April 02, 2007

I am Malach, and Frosted Lucky Charms are Magically delicious

 
 
 
 
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