I never liked Ed the vacant head either, he was just a little too "gosh gee wilikins" like some kind of Charleston, North Carolina, fuckin' Leave it to Beaver plus Gilligan. If you live by the dick you will fall on your dick so dazedly and dizzingly hard, that in the by and by, and you won't know why, you'll be knee deep in your own self deceivin' lard.

Fuck 'im and feed 'im beans, let's all move away from this domestic crash site scene.

Now it's John Edwards

24 hour

This and that.

Dodged a bullet? More like dodged a supository.

..would of at least aleveated Edwards of being hopelessly and holily full up full of shit.

But where I come from, I'm my mom's first son, and if this dirty deed to HER had been done, my Dad's lights would be punched out courtesy of son number one, and what my mom would do to the mistress, would be something VERY FAR from fuckin' fun.

Imagine your finger nails bein' plucked out by a pair of plyers, cos in my family we've got an 'ol ancestral cure for slinky assed liars.

Don't fuck with my family baby, you're not merely playin' with a little nothing brush fire, you're really jeapordizing your abilty to draw another simple taken for granted breath, cos if mom and number one son track your ass down, you're just two inches away from death.

"comfort is all you can relate to."

The sum of your "substance" is what you're comfortable with. My family went through a true life Euripidean tragedy 24 years ago. Nobody was killed. But some people got squashed. My mom was a Medea to the teeth, and who was her faithful little avenger? Yours truly.

And antoher thing, if you wanna look down on my east of the Med (I'm not talkin' about Club Med either) ancestory, that's okay. We have a different way, we are fiercly (emphasis on fiercly ) loyal to our loved ones. I wouldn't know what wishy wishy WASPs do in such situations, but I'm sure it's more sweetened up and civil, if not so ridiculously repressed that such ugly strife should not be even approached or seen as a big bother - but bottom line, right or wrong, trespasses of such super scale such as marital infidelity ARE sweated in my family, in the immediate and in the extended sense. And you're fucked if you're found out.

It's different from Norman Rockwell I know, but I didn't grow up with Santa and his elves, and lord bless our most preciously unique, one of a kind selves.

isapprehension?

Call out the spelling constable.

One final word. the Word "doggeral" was coined by maureenodonnell, the out of her mind, albeit one of a kind, premier poster around these parts to describe my material. Please give maureen proper due credit, and please also for the love of god, take your petty, pint sized piety, and please piss off.

I'm pretty sure you ARE a cow, but yeah, you're probably right, unless you've been in a broken and battered up family's shoes, pretty much all you have is Smithy's golden letter boxed edition of Smith's pithy views.

Pip! pip!

Okay. I can talk about it. There's nothing to lose, no face in disgrace, when it's all on the web instead of actual face to face. No, no killings ensued, when my father took on his secretary as a mistress, when I was still a kid in high school.

I'll dispence with the verse from here...

My mom - Mariam was her name, who pased away just this past June, was of paramount importance to me. I am mostly what my mother made me. I'm now in my early 40's, but I spent half of my life ministering to the malady of a broken down woman's awful psychic wounds and scars, which I can tell you was pretty painful to watch from the age of 17 until the day of her passing. My mom was not religious, but she believed in the idea of marriage as a holy sacrament. I've never married, and elect never to have any of it, because to my mind it's just a bloody business from stem to stern, that is the one thing I first and foremost from my fractured family, I most pointedly learned.

My mom was old world all the way. She believed probably since a little girl that marriage is the most important investment two people can make if they want to produce children, and wish to bring into being a family, and to defile it and tresspass upon it, is tantamount to soul murder.

My mother was so profoundly shaken upon learning of my father's affair with his own secretary, that she was intermitantly suicidal for several years. I couldn't be far from her for those several years, for fear that she would cut her wrists or swallow a lethal cocktail of pain killers. It was years of emotional instability for her. It never really relented until her death.

The reality of my mom's life is she never recovered from what I can only call soul murder. I helped my mom extract plenty of vengeance on my high living father, and I will never regret the punishment I inflicted on that son of a pimp.

I will never apologize for that vengeance, and unbelievabe as it is for some to believe, my father actually respects me for beating him down for being the bastard that he was with such asinine abandon.

Life is a sick twist, and it is always best to keep your head, way above the mist.

He earned every ounce of it.