Winning Must Be The Ultimate Goal, Nobody Remembers the Losers

They were wrong. Living by Republican ideals, I outlasted them. I ran those socialists off their "benefit everyone gardens" and took the food myself. Exposure, starvation, disease, they deserved no protection from any of it. I put a stop to their Democratic cooperation and defeated them. I won, I'm the last person on Earth...

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Stupid Spammers

I was just checking my spam folder before cleaning it out and saw an item "from Google." Naturally, I dug into it and clicked "Show original." Here is an edited portion of what I see (names and numbers are changed to prevent tracking by the sender):

Delivered-To: charlesxxxxxxxxxx@gmail.com
Received: by 10.236.165.67 with SMTP id d43crp224312yhl;
Sat, 22 Sep 2012 09:25:37 -0700 (PDT)
Received: by 10.182.157.45 with SMTP id wi14mr3055407ccc.58.1348339999999;
Sat, 22 Sep 2012 09:25:36 -0700 (PDT)
Return-Path:
Received: from sl002-d.jsmtp.net (sl002-d.jsmtp.net. [208.101.2.38])
by mx.google.com with ESMTP id df5si10596103obc.194.2012.09.22.09.25.49;
Sat, 22 Sep 2012 09:25:56 -0700 (PDT)
Received-SPF: pass (google.com: domain of patdelano@jangomail.com designates 208.101.2.38 as permitted sender) client-ip=208.101.2.38;
Authentication-Results: mx.google.com; spf=pass (google.com: domain of patdelano@jangomail.com designates 208.101.2.38 as permitted sender) smtp.mail=patdelano@jangomail.com
Message-ID: <1392887277104xxxxxxx@jngomktg.net>
Subject: .
From: "GMAlL"
Date: Sat, 22 Sep 2012 07:13:32 +0000
To: charlesxxxxxxxxxx@gmail.com
X-Priority: 3
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit
MIME-Version: 1.0
X-Mailer: N/A
List-Unsubscribe: ,

Do you see it? What I mean is, the email address of the sender, "patdelano@jangomail.com." Now if I use that address with the provider string "mailto://" as in mailto://patdelano@jangomail.com or even as markup as in Spammer, then if someone scrapes this blog for email addresses, they will get his address and he'll start enjoying the reception of spam email as much as he wanted me to. :-) hehe! "Justice served."

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30 Months and Comcast is still Craptaculous.

About two and a half years ago (Thursday, October 15, 2009) I posted about Comcast's internet service. Well, I'm going to have to say, they haven't increased my confidence in them. For months now, the service will knock everything off the network while the cable modem goes into a continuous loop of rebooting. Funny thing is, it seems to only happen during business hours, which tells me that someone is doing something to cause it, because if it were the modem, it wouldn't connect at all. Someone needs a boot up their butt, maybe more than just one someone, because it isn't being fixed, instead it seems to get worse, and no one is keeping the moron is check. The system is broken, just sell the business.

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Argh! I am so sick of reading things by supposed "computer expert" "professional writers" who cannot make the proper distinction between 'then' and 'than.' Anyone familiar with the if-then construct and comparisons, such as greater-than or less-than, should be able to make the leap that 'then' denotes a sequence and 'than' denotes a comparison.

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Diversion

John exclaimed to Henry, "This is going to be great!"
"Yeah, man. Here's yours."
They chewed and swallowed the bitter tablets like they were SweetTarts.
John looked out his second floor window. "Wow, there's those two babes. I'd sure like to..."
Nearly pushing John out of the way, Henry moved to see also. "Babe-a-liscious."
The pair waved at the girls by the pool. The girls didn't seem to react.
Getting no response, they moved to the sofa in John's room across from the television. John cranked up the volume on the stereo.
"I'm starting to feel it."
"Yeah, man, me too."
The bass and drums were thick against their chests. It made them want to move to the rhythm, but they were too messed up from the new drug to keep the beat. The bass sounds looked red, and the treble was purple-blue. They drank their drinks and the sweatness made their toes tingle.
"Wow, man, the sofa feels like plaid, only there's way more colors than you can see in a rainbow."
"Yah, dude."
John slid from the sofa and ran his fingers through the carpet, feeling the colors there. Henry followed suit.
The door opened and the girls from the pool came in and things started to get wild.

"What happened here?"
"The kid over there scratched holes in the sofa, then both of them scratched holes in the carpet until they had no fingers left."
"Why's their brains splayed on the floor?"
"That's the thing about this drug, it is supposed to be psychodelic, only instead of 'mind expanding,' it's brain expanding. The brain swells up so much and so fast, the skull splits open at the fused joints and spills out the brains."
"What the heck are these kids thinking?"
"We'll never know, nobody seems to be surviving."
"This makes what? 26 in 2 days?"
"Yeah, we gotta stop this stuff."
"Why bother? At this rate all the druggies will be dead by the end of the year."

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What Fiction? This?

We are placed upon the Earth, grow, learn, mature, find love, have children, teach, nurture, tend, find new friends, lose track of some, keep in touch with others, work, eat, live and die.
Our realization of God's blessings fall far short of the times he truly bestows them upon us. We merely need to reflect.

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Tonight, I Drink a Toast To The Navy Seals

I never knew I would, I didn't expect the news, but tonight I will drink a toast to as yet unknown Navy Seals.
Gentlemen, to you I say, "Job well done."

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55 Flash Fiction - Bubbly

Blowing bubbles, chasing and popping them, the small child had fun with his only toy. Happy but poor, he would rise to become a powerful peacemaker, never realizing that the air he stirred would ultimately stir the seed of the storm that would strike a tree with lightning.
The tree that would cause his death.

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55 Flash Fiction - Shady Beauty

Summer 1948 - the thunder rolled, the wind blew, and lightning destroyed the majestic shade tree. One limb fell and struck the sapling, introducing a stress raiser, to be exacerbated and healed repeatedly in the next few years. Several decades resulted in a beautiful shade tree under which many powerful men would seek the cool shade.

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55 Flash Fiction - Consequences

First sounding like a door needing oil, the tree crashed down. Men in black suits scrambled to avoid death, then panicked. Their charge and one of their own did not fare so well. Underneath, a crimson puddle seeped out. The peace treaty would not be signed, the war would not be avoided. The skies wept.

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