This was left in my mailbox.  It was in an unmarked envelope.  The person who is upset about my yard being decorated with Halloween stuff apparently feels so strongly about the situation that they can't say it to my face.  GROW SOME BALLS.

The dialog below is from the Starbucks Gossip website.  The yellow text is what I wrote and the black text is what some cunt named "Stacy" wrote.  This is why I don't like Starbucks, people.

Won't be fooled again:

Just so you know - and I believe you are halfway there - here's how it's going to work.

Some of the people on here are going to tell you to go away and they are eventually going to tell you to f*ck off (because you are censored otherwise) and they are going to most likely call you an asshole or douchebag.

Some of the people here take what you say about Starbucks personally. I don't understand it because they are employed by the company...it didn't give birth to them. I'd like to think for every ten or so people here who say you shouldn't have the right to speak your mind - that there is another one or two that are fine with it and are willing to discuss things in an intelligent way.

Fellow baristas,

Do yourselves a favor and ignore Mr Charbucks and his friend Fivebucks. They come on these websites looking to piss someone off. They're bottom-feeders who get off on getting a rise out of people. These are the type of people who spend their entire life calling every other single person on the face of the Earth a dumbass because in their warped minds, they know all.

If people want to hate Starbucks, let them. For every 2 people who hate us, there are 8 more who love us. Our customers love us.

Well as I recall "STACY", what I was saying, is that one can't blame all of the increase on gas. Someone earlier had mentioned gas numerous times, as if to blame the increase mainly on that - and that isn't true.

Now if you'd like to insult me, go right on ahead. If you want to call me a "bottom feeder" for giving my opinion that is fine too, but I'm afraid you're a few posts too late on that one. You should have been insulting me a handful of days ago along with everyone else.

I have made a valid point with my post above - and that is that the increase isn't solely nor mainly because of fuel prices. Now, if you have a problem with that, you are indeed, the bottom feeder.

If others wish to ignore me, that's fine too but I think I am being decent and polite thus far on this post, and you have attacked me for no reason other than that you have to have a target. If you don't like me coming on here, I'm sorry but I have the right - as you do - to express my opinions as long as I'm not personally attacking anybody.

I was telling "Charbucks" what to expect in my last post - and I stick by it. He does not have the popular belief here, so he will be attacked unfairly for it, as you are unfairly attacking me right now. Apparently you don't agree with our right to free speech, as I do, because you don't want me or anybody else who disagrees with you to have a voice on this site. I believe in those rights, so you go ahead and say what you wish about me.

Have a nice evening!

I've come to the conclusion that since the first time I posted a blog on Mindsay, that I was damned to the laziness of only doing so in spurts - several months apart from each other. 

The last blog I posted was about Michael McDonald and how sick I am of hearing his music at work.  If you want to read true emotion through music experience, I suggest you read it.  The music has since, changed.  Now it's Elvis, The Police, The Temptations, Alan Jackson, and so on.  I can handle The Police - I like them. 

The last several months have been busy.  Working in a tourism related field in the mid summer month tends to get hectic and I must say I'm ready for Fall.  I can't wait until the crowds get a bit smaller and the air is cool.  The air never smells as good as it does on a day in Fall.

Because of the holiday, here's something from the Sex Pistols.

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I have chosen to edit my entry about Roscoe from The Dukes of Hazzard, because some prick named Fabuloso got offended.  You'll notice he hasn't even posted a blog yet, and it wouldn't surprise me if he doesn't - because he's full of opinions, but has no voice.

Some people care, most don't.  Wal-Mart may as well be government.  They do as they please, and can't be beaten in a court of law because they have all the money. 

I was in Wal-Mart the other day (my choices are small.  It's either Wal-Mart or K-Mart, which has much less and costs more).  I was in the layaway department to pick up a crib.  Of course, they have all of this charity stuff encompassing the area.  A sign says something about $41,..... given to our community last year. They forgot to mention that a lot of that money was donated by the public through Wal-Mart.  The sign also obviously didn't mention anything about the fact that charity is tax deductible. 

I was reading a while back in the news where Wal-Mart employees make an average of something like twenty thousand dollars a year.  I won't quote, because I don't remember the actual amount.  It may have been a little less, and it may have been a bit more - but I don't think so.  A huge chunk of employees (close to nearly half, I believe) are on medicaid or other types of government welfare.  They can't afford to get health insurance, which is something that Wal-Mart has become notorious over.  They've been taken to court numerous times over the issue, always winning - because of lobbyists and firms they hire to do public relations. 

It's bullshit. 

For one, it's bad business.  The happier your employees are, the harder they'll work, because they enjoy their jobs.  Corporate assholes, as you and I know, don't care about employees.  I have been inside a couple of local Wal-Marts numerous times, and have overheard employees talking about their hours being cut and not getting paid for overtime.  Oh, that was an issue I read about in the news, too.  Apparently Wal-Mart has had complaints against them for making employees work overtime without pay. 

Things have definitely changed since Sam Walton died.  I guess that's the way of big business though. 

You know how they are these days.  Don't smoke pot, it's a gateway drug.  Actually, you can just say, "Don't smoke pot, it __________________" and people will eat it right up. 

Well, I'm here to tell you (for the couple of you who may not know) that two of the most harmful drugs out there are legal, and I'm guilty of both of them.  Cigarettes are by far, the most difficult thing I've ever had to kick.  Alcohol damages the the body much worse than pot.  So why does our wonderful government allow idiots like me to inhale fiberglass, but I'm not supposed to smoke something else that's natural, not physically addicting, and has several healthy points to it? 

I think the Marlboro man has his dick in the Oval Office, so to speak.  And Laura Bush has a Camel toe, but that's besides the point.

Fall is my favorite time of the year, so it's only fitting that Halloween is my favorite holiday.  Every year, my wife goes all out on a costume (I usually quickly half-ass something together because I'm such a procrastinator) and we take our two boys trick or treating. 

This year, we are doing the same, though things may be a bit different.  My wife and I decided to seperate about a month ago.  We have argued most of the six plus years we've been together.  Currently, we are getting along better than we have in a very long time, and I hope we continue to.  I love her - don't know if she knows that or not.

Being this is our favorite time of the year, I hope we can bond and actually learn to get along.  It's taken me twenty eight years to find something I'm not willing to give up on. 

Have a happy Halloween, everybody.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            I’m fed up and now you get to hear about it.  It seems that people all over the world are ignoring the fact that their fellow human beings are a bunch of fucking morons.  They are waking up in the morning, jerking off, eating their McDonald’s breakfast – and then going to the local comic book convention. 

            These people are dressed as Darth Vader, The Matrix, Mario and Luigi.  They are grown adults.  So what’s wrong with that?   Nothing, I suppose, if you can stomach it.  I personally, can’t.  There is something not right to me about a 38 year old man (single, no doubt), dressing up like a Power Ranger.  And what’s more frightening about this whole charade is that some of them may actually believe they are the characters they’re dressed as. 

            I’m sure that if one of these people were reading this, they’d correct me on a lot of things.  After all, they must be intelligent.  It takes a lot of skill to play Yu Gi Oh.  Just the other day, I was walking down a dark alley, when a gang of gamers surrounded me.  If the defense points on my ultra mega playing card were low, I would have not survived.  Luckily, I did – but not without my energy points going down.  I mean, not to be an asshole or anything, but it’s hard enough to get laid sometimes and these people just make it harder. 

            I don’t personally know who a lot of these characters are that people dress as.  There seems to be a lot of “fighting” though.  I’ve seen photographs of people “fighting” each other, and I know damn well that if they were surrounded by ninjas, they’d lose.  Their “armor” is made of plastic.  Their weapons are usually made of plastic.  Yet somehow, they get an ego boost out of these things.  Folks, these are the people who made it through high school while getting picked on everyday – and somehow got out without shooting anyone.  Quite frankly, I think they missed the drug boat.  Maybe if they had smoked a little more pot during adolescence, they would not be lonely and horny.  And dressed like a Care Bear. 

            Maybe I’m wrong about the whole thing.  Maybe these are the only normal people on the planet.  Perhaps the rest of us have it wrong – or maybe not.  I’m not about to get dressed up like a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle and tell you that I love it.  I won’t ever try to shoot you with a toy laser gun.  If I had access to a real life laser gun, I may shoot several people with it – but not with a toy laser gun.  I have wondered before, if these people get their feelings hurt easily.  Are you fucking kidding?  Of course not!  How could somebody who lives in a fantasy world possibly get their feelings hurt here in the real world? 

            Then you have the chicken or the egg dilemma.  Which came first?  Did the asshole wearing the Super Mario Brothers T-Shirt get picked on to a point where he had to retreat to fantasy land, or did he get picked on because people got tired of him asking them to join his team of freedom fighting video game characters?  It could really go either way, I suppose.  Just to be clear, violence isn’t the right way to handle anything.  But have you ever been approached by a purple man with a big letter Z on his chest?  How could you possibly react, other than with sheer violence?  I don’t want to be approached by a purple man, or a blue man, or a green man, not with the letters Z, M, or Q. 

I don’t care how cool the costume looks.  If somebody wearing a rocket pack comes up to me, that rocket pack better work.  I want to see this person zoom off to space.  Not just to get rid of them, but to know that they aren’t just living in a fantasy land.  If that rocket pack doesn’t fly, it doesn’t mean anything, people.  You don’t have special powers, you don’t have x-ray vision, you can’t leap tall buildings – because that rocket pack won’t get you over the top of it.

All I ask of the people who put these comic book conventions together, is this.  Please drop gas through the vents.  Please fire bomb the area.  If Leonardo and Donatello survive, maybe they can use their secret weapon card to put out the fires.  I never again want to see a man dressed as a Vulcan.  I never again want to see a super hot girl throwing her life away, by dressing like Strawberry Fucking Shortcake.  I never again want to see somebody dress their baby as a Furby.  Don’t make me fire bomb – I don’t want to – but I will if I am forced.  I will drop the bomb of reality on your twisted souls for all the world to see, and Batman will not be there to pick you up and put you back together. 

            Until that fateful day when we meet in the alley and I take you out with my super stomper action disaster monkey unit meter card with matching pog,  please have a little respect for your fellow humans and stop masterbating in your Luke Skywalker outfit.  Go out and buy a hooker or something.  You need to get laid.  You need to stop working part time at your uncle’s hobby shop and get a real job.  Maybe you could even save up enough money to build that underground battle fortress you’ve been wanting.  Stop being a dick.