One Beautiful Day

“Our worth is not what we put on.  It’s not what we possess.  You’ll take none of them with you when you go, except the love you’ve received and given.”

Foreshadowing

A Timtwisted tale of what happens when two “creatives” cross paths for a night on the town.

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My Saint Patrick’s Day adventure began in the driveway before I’d even left the house when I noticed the odometer reading on my trusty Mazda Protege as seen above.

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Removing All Doubt

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“Even though some people give you no respect be intelligent when you put them in check”  Too Short-The Ghetto

There is an expression I once heard that says it is better to be thought a fool than to open ones mouth and remove all doubt.  Sadly, this has come to the fore of my mind by the recent attempt at public belittlement and SLANDER from the keyboard of my sister’s children. It is more than a bit heartbreaking to see the girls slipping into the same pattern of emotionally stunted and intellectually dishonest banter that has infected the mind of my maniacal, chain-smoking sister, but I have no control over that. There’s a reason I’m currently in a bit of a financial bind, but that said, I never asked Carla or ANYBODY else for a dime.

The only reason for my minor cash flow difficulties right now is that I refused to stash away money my DYING wife was pushing at me, chosing instead to spend it all with and on her happiness since at the end of the day, SHE WAS DYING.  I make no apologies for that and I never will, no matter how many times I hear how poorly I “planned” for my future in the face of her imminent death.  After 25 years of being married to my best friend, Rita finally succumbed to the myriad of cancers that were raging her body on the last day of September this year.  That sad event is chronicled here in this blog as well.

I now know that my family back home regards this lack of greed as a character flaw of immense proportions but I will let my readers sort out the facts. I paid my way while living with my sister in Iowa.  If I ate a bag of chips I bought two to replace them.  I have the receipts to prove the groceries I brought into the house.  I figured I might need them given the lying nature of my sister and her need to feel superior to everyone and everybody.

The documentation of how the money my wife attempted to have me stash away for the circumstances that have transpired since her demise are easy to find here in this blog, my Flickr photos and Youtube feeds.  I am still not asking for any money and never will.  I am fine.  The only thing I was looking for in the SHORT TERM was a roof over my head in the US as I attempted to rebuild my life as an aging and heart-wounded widow.

I would like to remind Jessica and Dawn that it would be in their best interest to refrain from additional slanders on my character lest I am forced to take a more drastic legal course against her or other members of the family.  When my wife died I lost everything that was of importance to me.  They still have a fair amount of assets they are risking by engaging in such reckless behavior.  They actually have LAWS to protect me from this kind of abuse but I’d prefer restraint on their part at this point, even though they are showing themselves to be collectively dumb as rocks.  I am already “our there” in the public eye.  My warts and wrinkles are the stuff of legend as well as my considerable accomplishments. The two might seem at odds to her and/or her mom, but if she were to step away from her mom’s Marlboro haze for a bit of internal self reflection and consider the following missive it would do her a great deal of good.

Just ‘making shit up’ in an attempt to try and diminish my estimable gravitas is a fool’s errand.  It’s something that I figured only my sister would qualify for, but then again, Jessica and Dawn may have grown into the role during my five year hiatus from America.

Here’s the post I made on Facebook that apparently caused my family back in Iowa to totally lose their shit.

Bad move on Jessica's part.

Bad move on Jessica’s part.

Be advised that I can and WILL be happy to GREATLY expound on these, or any other issues my ‘family’ back home wishes to make public.  Not only to set the record straight but also to act as an official online Wikipedia of family disdain. I have a plethora of things Jessica (et.al) are probably unaware of or misinformed about that we could openly discuss and as it’s widely known that I love to spew (and write) “BS” ! Here is the post where I am called to task my the aforementioned niece Jessica.

“That may be because you walked out of all of our lives many many years ago and now expect everyone to bend over backwards for you and believe all the BS that comes out of your mouth. Just because now you needed family and somewhere to go doesn’t mean they needed you. You should be grateful my mom and dad housed you and fed you and expected nothing from you except respect.”

Notwithstanding the fact that the “BS” that comes out of my mouth is nothing but verifiable truth, I will respond to this weak attempt at PUBLIC belittlement with as much grace and restraint as is humanly possible in what I expect will be yet another failed attempt to lift the “fog of futility” and the dark haze of irrationality which has befallen my family back “home”.

Dear Jessie and Dawn, I’m particularly curious as to how I could have walked out of your life (by volunteering to serve my country in the United States Air Force?!?!?!!) since you weren’t even born at the time.  Of all the crap you spewed in that tiny paragraph the only thing that is actually true is that I needed somewhere to stay for a short time while gaining a foothold UPON THE DEATH of my dear wife and a return to my ‘homeland” away from the German version of my Nazi Sister.  If it was true that I ‘needed’ family do you honestly think I’d be sitting here in the lap of luxury among people who really do love me?  And if it were true that I needed you guys, what a tragic state I’d actually be in right now as “family” is just a platitude on a ceramic plate on the door of an upscale double wide trailer in a really nice subdivision where I’m sure it’s dragging down the property values of the nicer homes!  I ought to have sensed the deceit in the tone of my sister as she encouraged me to move in but when I saw yet another family oriented platitude framed with the STOCK photo still in it next to my bedside at her house……argh.

I went out of my way to meet most of the neigbors while walking Bandit up and down the road at sunrise on the first days of my arrival there. I wanted to make sure they wouldn’t be pissed if I let him be a dog again as well as chat up some people who speak my language!  I probably have a better relationship with the neighbors in a few weeks and know more of them than your parents do in all the years they’ve been there.  My gregarious and upbeat nature is just another of those things that seems to put a twist on the face of a woman whose ‘hobbies’ consist of chain smoking, playing Bejeweled and bedeviling me for achieving a level of success she can only dream of.

It is tragic that my sister is using her minor child(ren*) in an attempt to make herself feel superior, but I am not at all shocked. If I ever get as successful as she is I will at least have a proper set of steps off the back end of my double-wide traile…errr…manufactured home.

Was  SO Looking Forward to Sharing a Bong Hit with This One!!

You Did Me WAY Dawn Wrong And It'll Cost You.

You Did Me WAY Wrong on my FB Dawn.  It’ll Cost You.  Don’t let your mom ruin YOUR kids too!!  I’ll speak to your concerns in my next post.

*My sister’s oldest child Dawn, has decided to pile on and defame me on my Facebook as well as her younger sister Jessica.  It’s not like either one of these girls has any choice unless they wish to incur the wrath of my crazy ass sister, but since they are both now adults I will treat them as such.  Neither of them has a clue as to what did or did not transpire in my childhood, let alone my adult life thereafter.  I’ll decide on whether to handle Dawn’s Facebook ‘concerns’ in a post to follow this one.  There’s so much bullshit being slung that I don’t want to overwhelm myself or my reader’s ability to stomach it all.

To Quote the Bard of Avon

After all, who,would put up with all life’s humiliations,? The abuse from superiors, the insults of arrogant men, the pangs of unrequited love, the inefficiency of the legal system, the rudeness of people in office, and the mistreatment good people have to take from bad, when one could simply take out your knife and call it quits?

A letter to my nieces:

I didn’t walk out on anybody. I expedited my entry into the military to serve my country after successful matriculation from FDSH in 1976 upon the sad event of the death of my beloved mother.  I know it doesn’t fit into the mold your mom has carefully crafted into your head, but I am now an honorably discharged Vietnam-era Veteran. I was also a premier academic standout in high school and college.  I was and am a successful businessman, both here and abroad. I wanted to serve my country as well as getting the military benefits because my name isn’t Linda and there was little chance I would get any support from Chuck that wasn’t institutionally necessary as a result of his need to “look” supportive in the eyes of the community. Just like the “help” your mom offered me even as your otherwise tight-lipped and browbeaten father confided to me that Carla never really wanted to provide an iota of support for me at all!!  She lied when I talked with her before coming.  I specifically told her NOT to come pick me up in Des Moines if her goal was to do as we all now know she did!  That’s the really sad and desperate nature of her quest to undermine me and I’m sure she was hopeful I’d be as lost and desperate as you are all trying to make it out to be.

I had NO idea it was her second nature or that she’s now got all of you into the same pattern.  Wow. Gobsmacked.   If only Carla had been HONEST with me about her feelings I could have, and would have gone elsewhere.  Your support was NOT the only available and as it turns out, probably the WORST I could have chosen.  We would not be having this “discussion” but for Carla’s lack of candor!  I came home bearing gifts and love.  You all shat on me.  In unison.  I know who the conductor of that orchestra is/was.  That part isn’t a mystery to me at all now, hindsight being 20-20.

You want me to post the photos and accompanying info on the value of all the gifts I passed out to everyone and compare that to the ‘gifts’ I got for my birthday? You know I have the photos!!   I’m not mad or angry.  Sorry about not fitting into that tired stereotype.  That was more or less beaten out of me in reform school at the Omaha Home for Boys back before I had hair on my balls.  Another red herring shot to shit, but thank your sister for reminding me to mention that when you see her.  She has decided to go total retard on my Facebook just like you!  Birds of a feather or just the natural course of events from the Stockholm Syndrome of having to spend so much time around Carla?  There are some mysteries of life I might never figure out.

Why I left Happyland, Iowa in the First Place?

At the time of my high school graduation Chuck couldn’t point to my pot usage, my heretical leanings, any anger management issues or my supposed financial irregularities as an excuse to hold me to a different standard than his ONE TRUE daughter. My grade point average and my letter from the governor proclaiming me as a “State of Iowa Scholar” are a matter of public record and he would have looked even more crass than he acted towards me upon our first meeting in the last five years the other night!  It’s just another sign of how ridiculously self unaware most of you are that Chuck decided to launch into me about my financial foibles while following up with the same sad tale of woe on how he is over $200,000 in debt for bills he supposedly paid on behalf of his parents.  His dad had millions of dollars in land and worked hard to get it.  There was no need for Chuck to borrow anything. He is blowing smoke up your ass while defaming the memory of a man I truly loved.  Grandpa Moeckly and Dad didn’t get along.  I can see why not.  Chuck either pissed away all the money he made through his own hard work (and he is a hard worker) through seriously bad business investments (if you want me to list them I can) or more likely he pissed the money away on Linda.  We will never know the truth about that will we?  No way he should be in debt hundreds of thousands of dollars FOR HIS PARENT’S CARE.  They had millions in property.  He didn’t have two nickels to rub together.  Still doesn’t if he’s to be believed.  Maybe he’s a bald faced liar like the rest of you and he’s sitting on millions?  I could give a rat’s ass.  He’s either in debt up to his asshole at age eighty something or he’s lying about the circumstances involved in incurring that debt.  Whichever is the case it’s a poor statement on his FINANCIAL management.  I can see why he would be eager to shift the focus towards me.

You mom treated me like shit from the time I crossed the threshold in her house.  She lied about wanting me there in the first place, a FACT your dad confirmed to me in a moment of candor I shall always be thankful for.  I offered a great deal of support to Carla when she called me to tell me of her marital problems NOT THAT LONG AGO.  Seems she has issues with your father’s focus on health and fitness.  It came up in her conversation with me when I was still in Germany and their marriage was hitting the rocks.  She was thinking he might be keeping in shape for a slinky young thing.  I hope so.  He deserves better than he’s got.  It’s not like your mom gives two tugs on a dead dog’s cock about anything other than setting a world’s record for Marlboro consumption.  She treated me like shit, and directly in the shadow of the death of my beloved wife of 25 years as well as the stress of  my recent departure from Nazi-occupied Germany.  Rita was a recovered heroin addict from youth. Tell your sister that trying to slam my wife for her history of drug abuse is really weak and if she ever took the time to speak with me about my life she would know how big a shit she really is for that one!  You can be sure that all the people who actually knew her, as well as a lot of my subscribers will!

At the end of the day, you can’t deny that I came bearing love and gifts for everyone and not “Hat in hand”.  I am sure this upset the carefully crafted image my sister has in her mind and has been spewing about me wildly for years.  She has anger management and reality issues.  I feel sorry for your dad.  Truly sorry.  I am glad he drove me the hell outta there, but believe me it was NOT the only escape route available.  I have many REAL friends who would have come and gotten me.  Kim jumped to the fore like a champ before I even got a chance to call them!!  I figure he was tired of having to listen to Carla whine about stupid shit.  Poor guy.  Rita always thought and spoke very kindly of him.  So do I.  Your dad is a rock.

Sorry sweetie. The real problem is not me, it’s that there simply wasn’t any Schadenfreude for Carla to bolster the superiority complex she has farted into existence around her. So yes, it is true that I never returned to live in Iowa. Do you blame me for making a better choice?  You could have called or visited me anytime you wanted. I offered room and board for any of you to visit me in Europe. What have you (or her) really offered in return? My sister said she couldn’t afford a six hundred dollar ticket in the last five years. Perhaps a car payment under six hundred bucks a month might have helped? A few less cigarettes a day?  I dunno.

It is true that me and my wife enjoyed smoking pot.  Whooptie freakin’ doo!   I lived in a place overseas where that isn’t an issue.  Look to Colorado just the other side of the cornfields and meth houses to see the contemporary application of my perverse drug of choice vis-a-vis marijuana. Compare that to the drug of choice of my father (also you mom’s father btw).

It is just as true I don’t have any use for religious hooey. It is all just recycled mythology to me and I am public with that as well as the REASONING behind it. I don’t know if any of that is why my family has a bug up their ass towards me. It is hard to know the truth around a group of people who seem to have trouble expressing themselves honestly in my presence. I am grateful for the time I spent with my sister, but probably not for the reasons you think. I would have been happy to discuss those issues with you (or anyone else in the family) if you weren’t blinded by midwestern myopia. We could still have that private conversation at your convenience or we can discuss these issues in public. I have nothing to hide and am quite proud of my lifestyle choices, the careers and lifestyles of my several successful stepsons, as well as any and all of my many accomplishments AND actual foibles.

As a matter of fact, I am most proud of my ability to express those things in words and prose. It could have helped my FAMILY in their struggles if we had an open and honest discussion of the various experiences of my life as an example to the rest of you. Of that, I am sure. Feel free to model your lives under whatever system you choose. Just be aware that your myopic midwestern outlook is not the only one or even the “right” one. Best wishes to you. I will always remember the trip I made many years ago when you chased down the weed for me and let me borrow your very expensive digital camera. Here are the pictures of that free growing Iowa weed as well as that I snatched up drying in your mom’s filthy microwave.

Nature's finest Iowa Green

Nature’s finest Iowa Green

My sister's microwave was so gross I ALMOST lost my appetite for weed.  LOL.

My sister’s microwave was so gross I ALMOST lost my appetite for weed. LOL.

I am glad she let me borrow her microwave for the purpose of quick curing that weed and equally relieved I didn’t catch Ebola from the filth in there. Thank goodness your dad is now responsible for the bulk of the housework and cleaning. I did my best to lighten his burden. It was also important for me not to let my sister play a “that lazy doper” game on you guys!

I don’t know what happened to the sweet girl I remember you to be. Either nature, or “nurture” seems to have set in. You have a wonderful husband and an ebullient and cheerful daughter. Her smile and enthusiasm for life were once mirrored in your rosy glow! Peace and love from your (always) HAPPY, well adjusted, and successful uncle. As a final aside, please see if you can get my sister off the vast quantity of truly dangerous drugs she consumes. I tried.

Enjoy.

Tea Party Truth Serum

The Color of Tea is Brown(shirts) 

MIssissippi’s Miscreants

The lunatic fringe known as the Mississippi Tea Party is going bonkers over their loss to Senator Thad Cochran in the recent primary runoff.  There is literally no tactic they haven’t considered (legal or illegal), in their attempts to seize power.  It is their complete disregard for American jurisprudence and common standards of human decency that led a handful of them to conclude that sneaking into a nursing home and photographing Thad Cochran’s Alzheimer-afflicted wife would be some kind of political coup d’etat.

The Dean of Debauchery

Typical Republican Selfie

With the dust not yet settled from either their illegal behaviors or the loss of the Republican primary, one of the masterminds behind the ill-advised break-in recently committed suicide (so we are told).  His name was Mark Mayfield (seen above) and by offing himself in such a dramatic fashion, he has ensured that his legacy will always be “the McDaniels lieutenant who killed himself rather than face justice for his crimes”.  He’s not the first Tea Party idiot that I’ve known named Mark who has bought the farm.  It’s safe to say that given the choice of continued living in Mississippi, or killing yourself and burning in Hell, Mr. Mayfield is indeed “in a better place” now.  Take from that what you will, but for the sake of your future male children, please have the decency not to name them Mark.  Everybody knows the only good Christian name worth having is Timothy!!  Why else would God name two books of the Bible after me?

The Fallout

Like a wounded tiger, the uncontrolled and artificially-created beast that is the Tea Party incarnation of Fox News is lashing out in Mississippi.  The overt racism which always seethed just under the collar of a ‘reconstructed’ Mississippi is on full display.  What Bush did with the twisting of the definition of torture is now being applied to the definition of voter fraud!  How do you know if it’s voter fraud?  According to Mississippi Tea Party activists, If the voter is Black, then it’s voter fraud!!.  This is how the simple-minded Tea Party people operate in an attempt to keep things simple, but the tone-deafness of their racism is simply unbelievable!!

The Tea Party Constitution

Tea Partiers are quite content to use the second amendment as their favorite masturbatory aid, but don’t be fooled into thinking they give two wanks on a dead wallabies weenie about your right to free speech.  How can I be so sure?  Well, I’ve put them to the test.  One thing that rightwing Christian movements have in common, whether they be mid-twentieth century Germans or early twenty first century Tea Party creationists is a proclivity towards banning that which they find offensive.  Not at all dissimilar to what we see their fundamentalist Muslim counterparts doing to ‘ungodly’ art in their own neighborhoods.

Banning Critical Artworks

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Couldn't Fool Facebook!

Not content in their efforts to dominate that media in which they can buy and control, the ‘liberty loving’ Tea Party folks are hard at work trying to keep my artistic Facebook creations out of the display of their sensitive and easily swayed flock of rubes. Shown above is a McDaniels parody campaign advertisement that the Tea Party fascists tried to get banned though their dishonest attempts at silencing me.  This is in line with their true character of acting in the manner we have com tp expect from the Brownshirt Faction of US politics.  Their latest attempt at silencing my creative #timremix works involves a report to Facebook that the following picture contains “graphic violence”!  It’s definitely as tasteless as their politics, but violent?  I only created it out of ‘self defense” when I read where some of the high ranking operatives in the Mississippi Tea Party were talking about building a memorial to the late Mark Mayfield!!  Just thought you should all be aware.  There’s entirely too little documentary evidence of their hooliganism and thuggery for people to point and click to.  Here’s the ‘graphically violent” picture in question that they just flagged on Facebook:

Profits on the sale of the Mark Mayfield memorial t-shirt are going to be donated to improve nursing home security in Mississippi.

Profits on the sale of the Mark Mayfield memorial t-shirt are going to improve nursing home security in Mississippi.

Isn’t there a Bible verse of some significance to this bunch of religious knuckle draggers that specifically forbids bearing false witness?  

Enjoy.

 

Stripping Away The Clutter

Won't Get Fooled Again

Good morning America.  Did you hear the exciting news concerning the new Facebook app?  Well if you haven’t, here’s the skinny.  Facebook is reportedly stripping down, and gunning for the look and feel of Flipboard, only with an emphasis on your Facebook feed as a source of data and news.  I’ve used Flipboard and IIRC you tell the app exactly the websites and such that you want it to feed you. I can’t recall if Flipboard also has one of the tabs where they offer up things their data mining software feels is appropriate to you (or the advertisers pay them enough to pimp).

The Facebook Newsfeed Process

Facebook News Feed Process

With Facebook, picking and choosing websites and “news” in your feed is the equivalent of pinning The New York Times, The National Enquirer, The Onion, all the junk mail you received the last month via post directly to your living room wall and blindly throwing darts at them to select the news you will see and read any given day.  If Facebook goes down, or our computers are all killed by an errant solar flare, it’ll be the closest analog solution for those Facebook addicts to calm their withdrawal symptoms.

Like or Share to tickle Baby Jeebus

With Facebook, there’s no way to protect yourself against a constant influx of Fox News hyperbole or missives invoking you to “LIKE and SHARE if you want to tickle Baby Jeebus” because yourr friends list contains so many of your aging shut-in parents and grandparents, as well as the obligatory odd crazy uncle.  Bless them for sure, but if Facebook can’t figure out, given all they already know about me, that I don’t want to see a steady stream of evangelical Christian nonsense, then why should I get all excited that it’ll be coming at me with smoother graphics?  But that’s not the issue that needs to be addressed.  The clutter that needs to be removed isn’t the ever-present sidebars which allow space for even more obnoxious marketing ads, links to friends and groups, or the live streaming real-time ticker that continual documents and scrolls every action of every person on your friend list.   No indeed.  Facebook is broken in a way that I haven’t yet seen addressed.  I don’t care how well they dress up the pig they call Facebook.  Put a fancy dress and lipstick on it and it’ll still be a pig.   To be continued.

Enjoy.

DisgraceBook Update

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Another day, another holler.  Just found the feedback box to protest my ban from DisgraceBook over allegations of posting pornography.  I just sent them a web link from the story I posted here yesterday.  I will be sure to report on the action taken, but since there’s only fourteen hours left on my “ban” at this point, the clock will probably run out before Facebook pulls their head out of their ass.  And it’s sad (for them..lol) really, because in the meantime I’m already working out an exit strategy.  Given the trampling of the weeds at the edge of the compound from the massive amount of traffic they’ve lost in the rush of exiting teens, the route is already cleared.
I’ve another interesting and slightly distressing observation to share with you.  I went to post on USA Today and there was no way to get into their system because of my Facebook interconnection.  That in and of itself is enough for me to sever ties with Facebook and I’m thinking of avoiding USA Today (and any other site I find that is so reliant on Facebook for “approval” on my character before posting that I can’t participate in OUR SHARED public arena).

Note To Self: Stop Shaving

SupportsGayRights .philrobertson

Did you see how livid the GodSquad was when their momentary hero got temporarily banned from the Duck Sucker Show?  OMG, the pearl-clutching and hand wringing!!  In relation to the stuff he got slapped on the wrist for saying, in comparison to my “offense”?  No comparison at all, but then like most of you, I obviously don’t command the necessary divine blessings (or ZZ Top stylist) necessary for the adequate protection of my free speech rights!  They say it’s a free country, and I’ll bite.  I’m free to leave Facebook and tell my story on the way out as they continue to free-fall like so many other “broken” social networks of bygone eras.  That trail is so littered with the rotting hubris of bulk, it’s a wonder that Facebook hasn’t gotten any smarter than their predecessors.

Facebook Censored

That said, I think it’s important to make a point of exposing this abuse of membership for both their survival and the survival of free speech rights for the average Joe.  Now that Facebook has become such a gatekeeper and monolithic entity it resides (along with my beloved Twitter) in the bowels of my iOS devices, I’m forced to hold them to a higher “public” standard on issues affecting my ability to comment and post on issues important to me.  Ferchrissakes, people are posting calls to assassinate the President through flimsy “tongue-in-cheek” cartoons and dog-whistle rightwing code on their social network and they don’t get blocked or banned!  Great, let the Secret Service sort them out.  I’m not going out of my way to squelch their rights (and neither is Facebook for that matter), but here I sit, unable to even submit a public reply on my own Facebook account at this point!!

I am in the process of offloading/downloading my entire Facebook profile now.  I can’t wait to see the file size on that!  I will likely delete everything and leave a skeletal profile for ease in logging onto other services.  I’m also still able to “direct message” followers on MySpaceBook, so there’s that to consider.

At the end of the day, Facebook has shown itself to be entirely more reckless and out of control than even I am and that my friends, it the path to complete and total destruction.  You can be ABSOLUTELY SURE that just as soon as my 24 hour ban gets lifted I’m going to be reposting the ‘pornography’ that got me banned in the first instance, just out of principle alone.  I’m going to force their hand one way or the other and let the world have a ringside seat to the circus.

Obligatory.  I’m an outlaw on a steel horse I ride…
The Steel Horse I Ride

Enjoy.