I never did introduce myself. Well, I'm just a guy like every other guy I guess. I am not a contentious person, and I don't like confrontations--not even a little. So please don't provoke me by disagreeing with me; I hate when that happens. It makes me . . . angry. And in the words of the late Bill Bixby, aka David Banner, aka the Hulk, "don't make me angry; you wouldn't like me when I'm angry." But that's just a small part of who I am. I love animals. I love them so much that I can't even stand to watch my cat playing God with a mouse. where he roughs the little guy up some, allows him to run off a ways, letting the poor guy believe he's close to making a successful escape, and then re-captures him only to put him through the same torment again and again before finally delivering the death-bite and sending his broken body to the promised land. I think he learned that from his mother. That heartless bitch! Sometimes I'm tempted to rent a dog that's been trained to rough up cats, then let them run a distance before running them down and roughing them up a little more. Of course, I wouldn't want the dog to kill my cat. I just want my cat to be put through enough torment so that later he might reflect on his bad experience and see the parallell between himself and the dog and hopefully have a revelation of some kind. If he doesn't, at least I'll know that I did what I could to make the world a better place. You can lead a cat to enlightenment, but you probably can't make him accept it. I guess I can accept that. If anyone has knowledge of where I might rent such a dog, please send me a private message. I guess that's all I want to say about myself. Oh! And I'm a genuine former virgin. I almost forgot that. Also, I hope to make some friends and a few enemies during my time here.
jola I seen a group of baby ducks and I thunk, how wonderful. then I seen a fox stuffing baby ducks into it's mouth as fast as it could and I thunk, how awful. Then I seen a fox with mouth stuffed full of baby ducks come to it's den and a gang of hungry happy pups comes tumbling out and I thunk, how wonderful.
Damn it! I was lying in bed, almost asleep, when a spirit friend said to me, "Storch. STORCH!! you have to get up and go back on line." I asked, "Why?" He said, "Thedope is being a menace . . . again. Something must be done." I said, "Yeah, but why me?" He replied, "Why not you?" "Because I'm tired," I answered. "When has that ever stopped you?" he replied. Well, he had me there, I had to admit to myself.
Good, thedope. That's called unconditional love. Welcome to the duality. But my cat, you see, is just pure evil. After killing the mouse, he left it in the yard where I have to finish it off to end its suffering. Then my cat wants in the house. So, I let him in, and he promptly stuffs his face with cat food; well actually he takes only about three bites because he really wasn't hungry! Can I get a "how wonderful" with maybe a "praise God" chaser?
