Archive for May, 2012

Howdy Ghost fans…

Long time no chat…Memorial Day has come and gone….one of my biggest personal regrets..not having served.  Had the opportunity, but couldn’t pull the trigger on it because of the kids.  With my ability to learn new languages, the opportunity to go the the Defense Language School in Monterey would have been amazing.

(The view in Monterey!)

(F*ck THAT!!!  No thank you.)

Anyway, a big thanks to those who’ve served and especially to the families of those who are gone.  And a giant f*ck you to anyone who ever has or thought about protesting a service man or woman’s funeral.  Seriously…I will stop my car and whip your ass if I see you doing this.  We’ll see if y’all truly are pacifists.

(Yeah!  You sumbitches.  You’ve been warned.  If I see this sh*t in my neighborhood, I’m taking out the trash.)

(Much love to these guys.  Lots of flags and loud pipes to mask the Retard Demonstrations.)

Not sure what to do with my life.  I only ever seem to get one…sometimes two areas of my life together, and the rest falls apart.  Work seems to be going well.  Socially, have a few women hollering at me….but, I’m just not feeling it….can’t seem to get on the same page with the mothers of my kids…ever.  So, I’m missing out on time with the kids, which really is about the only thing that ever puts a smile on my face.

So, I’m going to let Pathos take the wheel today and do some of his creative writing crap.  Currently my damn hands are fighting me pretty good with the typing….more doctor’s appointments.  Hopefully they can do something to help me out with this crap. 

It’s so damn hard to talk to you
A great deal of what you say is right
But so much is completely amiss

Your confusion is understood
Your hatred expected
Your forgiveness, is for all I wish

I can’t deny the things I’ve said
I can’t undo the things I did
But who I was, is no longer who I am

 Expending so much time
Hating all that was
Rehashing every sin
Forcing the replays til I’m numb

I spent so much time loving
Who I thought you were
While you hoped and prayed
To be with, who I might become

From the fairy tale pictures
In front of that castle
To that familiar curve of your hips

From the fists in my face
To the dishes I ducked
To the caress of my cheek with your finger tips

I wish I could fix it
Make all the pain go away
But fairy tales don’t happen
While horror stories, so true

So here I sit powerless
Waiting for the next loop to replay
Working to get better each day
Trying to appear different to you

This is my fate
Your never ending hate
Convicted…sentenced and damned

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Ghost out…

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My ex-beau says I'm crazy. But with all due respect, I'm not the one who dated me.  Fine.  Whatever.  You call it crazy, I call it channeling my creative side with a dash of being emotionally challenged.   So what, I'm not the first girl who had a guy walk away from dating her thinking he hit the bottom level of her craziness, only to discover there was an underground garage of crazy below. 

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Howdy Ghost fans... No blogs all week as Ghost deals with the unexpected of the Spectre on his doorstep...you can bet there will be some new material soon, but all of a sudden getting a near 15 year old tossed at you every day has caused some unrest for the Ghost man. Anyway, Guest blogger Friday gives you Kat SnarkySnatch. She's crazy, but we love her. Her spin on women and their dating bullsh*t. Enjoy, and have a great Memorial Day weekend...if you aren't in the States...thanks for reading me, and I'll get the keyboard out and abuse it again real soon. Ghost out...

Howdy, Ghostfans….

It was a long day at work…

Two beers…sore back muscles, and a 5am wake up call are not doing anything to settle the brain down, so it’s time to vent some verbiage.

If you follow me, you know that I’m a dad.  It’s probably the greatest thing that ever happened to me….four times. ;-)

It also scares the living sh*t out of me from time to time.

This whole “being a grown-up” thing never came with a rule book or user’s guide…I just f*cking wing it most of the time, based on my best educated guess….and pray a WHOLE LOT!!!

The thing I’ve come to understand is this:
I’m never going to feel like the “adult”.

The best I’m going to hope for is to use this child’s spirit and enjoy it, but fake being a grown-up as best as I can when it’s required…

Let’s face it….I’m a 35 year old guy who has 5 imaginary friends that live in his head….yeah, I’m probably the closest embodiment of the Toys ‘R Us theme song that has ever lived….I’m pretty sure my kids love me so much because we’re all about the same emotional/mental age….I’m actually kind of worried they’ll outgrow me.

 

C’est la vie.  Je suis l’homme que je suis.

(Suck it, hookers! Prodigy is busting out that french stuff on your asses!!!)

Be yourself…it’s what people pay admission for…

Anyway…I’m going to see some more doctors…I’ve started throwing some new symptoms…the muscle spasms have spread and are affecting just about every part of my body.

It was kind of funny when it was my thumbs and my right eyelid…but the left triceps and hamstring…the right calf…those started being less humorous.

Kind of worried this thing might be progressing…or worse, be something else….so, back to the drawing board.

Thanks for reading me…Your feedback and questions are always welcome.

I’m on Facespace at: http://www.Facebook.com/theGhostLife
Email at Irish.Ghost28@gmail.com
Twitzone is @TheGhostLife.

Starting an eligible bachelorette profile series. If you’re thinking you’re hot stuff, holler at me. 

We might just feature you in an upcoming blog. Mwuhuhahahaha!!!

Ghost out…

Howdy Ghost fans…

I’m not happy with the second half of the “Raising a Real Man” list, so it’ll wrap up next week.

I couldn’t find a guest blog to feature, so Ghost is going to get all inspirational on you.

As you kick off this weekend, change your viewpoint.  Rather than looking at the next two days as a break from the 5 days of hell….look back at the 5 days whose ass you just kicked, and know that you’re stronger now for having gone through it.  Let Monday thru Friday get their rest, cause we’re coming back after them very soon!

Listen to one of my new personal mantras…being sick and dealing with life has been interesting….at times you want to sit down, cry and just go to sleep….other times, you’re so f*cking pissed off that you want to destroy everything you can get your hands on….and then, there’s the times where you want to do something, but have no damn clue where to even begin…

Ghost is here to stay…

Ghost out…

KoRn – Untouchables (2002)~*~ Here To Stay ~*~
This time, taking it away
I’ve got a problem, with me getting in the way,
Not by design
So I take my face and bash it into a mirror.
I won’t have to see the pain (Bleed, Bleed)
This state is elevating, as the hurt turns into hating.
Anticipating, all the f*cked up feelings again.

The hurt inside is fading
This sh*t’s gone way too far.
All this time I’ve been waiting
No I can not grieve anymore.
For what’s inside awaking.
I’m not, I’m not a whore
You’ve taken everything and oh I can not give anymore.

My mind is done with this
Okay, I’ve got a question.
“Can I throw it all away?”
Take back what’s mine
So I take my time, guiding the blade down the line
Each cut closer to the vein (Bleed, Bleed)

This state is elevating, as the hurt turns into hating.
Anticipating, all the f*cked up feelings again.

The hurt inside is fading
This sh*t’s gone way too far.
All this time I’ve been waiting
No I can not grieve anymore.
For what’s inside awaking.
I’m not, I’m not a whore
You’ve taken everything and oh I can not give anymore.

I’m here to stay (bring it down) [x4]
Bring it down [x4]
Gunna break it down [x7]
GUNNA BREAK IT!

This state is elevating, as the hurt turns into hating.
Anticipating, all the f*cked up feelings again.

The hurt inside is fading
This sh*t’s gone way too far.
All this time I’ve been waiting
No I can not grieve anymore.
For what’s inside awaking.
I’m not, I’m not a whore
You’ve taken everything and oh I can not give anymore.

Give anymore. [X4]

Howdy Ghost fans…

Well, it’s official…I must be old…

I saw this picture and thought….F*ck!!!!  Better call my kid and give him the sex talk again.

Check this out:

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Yeah…Unless this was photoshopped…judging by the look on #19′s face….it looks like he DOES remember them.

Which brings me to my topic for today’s blog:

Raising your boys in the new millenneum.

It’s scary being a parent today….and if you’re not scared….you’re dumb.

I won’t even get into the sh*t running through my head about my daughter when I read this article:

http://jezebel.com/5861906/kmart-sells-i–rich-boys-thong-for-little-girls

Yeah…thanks corporate America for designing a thong for grade school girls…complete with retarded female supressing themes like: I <3 Rich Boys and Call Me.

“Snagging a paycheck” and advertising your digits on your panties are both things I do NOT want my daughter thinking is cool and/or correct…but this is for another day. 

Similarly…if my daughter ever shows up in public with a sign that says she went down on a boy in school….she and I are going to have words….right after she gets done EATING that damn sign.

Today we’re focusing on the little boys out there.

I’ve hit on this in previous blogs about dating. The reason there are so few “REAL” men out there, is because parents are frankly…doing a really f*cking worthless job at raising them.  From the father who is absent, to the mother who ignores all of the rotten crap her son does, to the father who is demonized by the custodial mother to the point where the kid believes that half of his genetic make-up is defective, to the father who treats his girlfiends and the mother of his children like crap openly, to the rest of you retards out there with male offspring….all of this crap does NOT prepare your child to be the man he needs to be.

Top 12 Things to do to raise a man…

12) Teach them right from wrong

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, Ghost….how hard is this?  How can the parents really be screwing this up?)

Simple.

This guy:

Yeah…you know you’ve said it….”If the economy is good, I don’t care HOW MANY BLOWJOBS that the President is getting.”

Wrong.  This guy set the ‘president’ for the sliding moral scale.

(For my tardlings, the correct word I should have used there was ‘precedent’.  It means:

prec·e·dent

  /n. ˈprɛsɪdənt; adj. prɪˈsidnt, ˈprɛsɪdənt/ Show Spelled[n. pres-i-duhnt; adj. pri-seed-nt, pres-i-duhnt]

noun

1.  Law . a legal decision or form of proceeding serving as an authoritative rule or pattern in future similar or analogous cases.
2. any act, decision, or case that serves as a guide or justification for subsequent situations.)
 
Focusing on definition number 2, ‘Any act that serves as a guide or justification for subsequent situations.
 
Let’s examine this…is it REALLY that bad to get a hummer from another woman while you’re married?
 
(Better be prepared to explain…0r you might end up missing a very important part of your ‘manhood’.)
 
It’s always bad to lie, cheat or steal…period.
 
(But Ghost….what if you’re trying to keep from hurting someone’s feelings? White lies aren’t bad.)
 
Shut your ignorant little tardling trap!
 
White lies lead to blowjobs.  White lies lead to cheating on a test just this once because I was really busy and forgot about that test.  White lies lead to nothing but trouble.
 
Ladies, you put this whole “white lie” into the playbook.  So quit your bitching.  You teach these little boys via their fathers or your boyfriends to lie about how your outfit looks.  Once you start down the path of deceit, it goes downhill fast.
 
For example….when the Spectre was very little, his mom remarried.  Ghost was engaged to She Who Must Not Be Named, and the Dingbat decided to tell this very intelligent little boy that since she was marrying the Toad, that the Toad would be Spectre’s NEW daddy.
 
Sh*tty thing to do, right?  Well, in little boys minds, this is what happens:
 
Little boys seek out rules.  We’re taught rules from a very young age.  Show up here at a certain time, bring the right gear/books/etc… Then do something.  We are always looking at things and trying to figure out where we fit.  School is very good at teaching us to be ‘Rule followers’.  Makes for good factory workers or soldiers….but that’s a bitch for another blog.
 
Anyway, we’ll take a new rule, and test it out in other areas to see if it’s good for other things.
 
This four year old looked at me and said this:
Since Mommy said that the Toad is gonna be my new daddy because he’s marrying her, won’t She Who Must Not Be Named be my new MOMMY  when you guys get married?
 
BOOM!!!
 
Yeah, when I relayed that information to his mother, there was a small nuclear explosion.
 
So, what did you learn?  Still don’t know….okay, back to the blowjobs.  Sigh…y’all are really dense.
 
Bill Clinton’s defense was that a blowjob wasn’t sex, so he wasn’t cheating.  Furthermore, Presidents had been fooling around since the dawn of our nation.  His job is stressful, you know, running the country, and from time to time….he just needs to let off some semen…err, I mean steam.
 
(Nope, had it right the first time…Steam doesn’t stain like that.)
 
How far of a leap is from:
 ”The President’s job is very stressful so this is okay”
to
“I’m the manager of this company and it’s really stressful to be responsible for the guys who work for me who count on me to be able to provide for their families…a hummer from the secretary…or that chick at the bar every once in awhile isn’t that bad.”
to
“I work hard 6 days a week to provide for my family, it’s stressful, and it isn’t really that bad if I hook up with that gal I work with.”
 
You’ve got to have Right, and you’ve got to have Wrong.
Stealing to feed a starving family is still wrong…but it’s easier to forgive.
Teach your boys what’s right and wrong….or the Jersey Shore will teach them that if you GTL, girls are supposed to just want to hook-up…and then you get a new one the next time you go out.
 
Does THAT sound like a REAL man?
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11)Teach them manners
Yeah….I know…this crap is cute…
 
(But this isn’t…)
 
Ladies, if you want men who know how to act in public….you’ve got to raise boys who do.
 
Men, if you want your boys to ever get the f*ck out of your house…set an example in public…use your damn napkin and don’t call the waitress ‘Sweetie’, ‘Hun’ or ‘Babe’.
 
If you don’t teach your sons to evolve past cave men and  the proper use of utensils at the dinner table, to politely use please and thank you, and what is appropriate at home vs. public, you have no right to complain when they never leave your basement because no woman in her right mind would have them. ********************************************************************
 
 10)Teach them to say no
 
(But Ghost…my kid already talks back so much…how can this be a good idea?)
 
Well my fantastical little parentard….I’ll address the backtalk issue in another post.  Focus on the issue at hand though.
 
The most powerful thing you can ever do for your kid…is to teach him to think for himself.  Rather than just accept whatever bullsh*t life hands him, he’ll be prepared to deal with it, and plot to overthrow it if the situation demands.
 
This all begins with the seed of defiance…uttering the one phrase guaranteed to make a college boy whine, a politician pack his sh*t and get out of his office, and every small girl throw a damn tantrum….NO!
 
(Ghost….still not seeing how this is a good thing…just saying.)
 
Well, Tartlet NoCommonSense-son…best I could do to insult them and inject my future wife’s name…piss off….anyway…
 
When your son is empowered with the Negatron Bomb, this is the kind of sh*t he won’t have to put up with in his life:
Hands off my stuff…
 
F*ck off, you bully!!!
 
Go away you crazy, drama queen, slut!  No, I do not want to make out with you!!!
 
(Billy Madison quotes anyone?  Everyone my age pees their pants…It’s the COOLEST!!!)
 
If you want your boy to succeed in the workplace, the dating pool, and in general…he has to be able to stand up for himself and not allow himself to be taken advantage of.
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 9)Teach them to protect smaller and weaker things
(Muthaf*cka said what?  Let’s go see if he’ll say that to MY face?)
 
F*cking seriously…Why am I explaining this one.  It’s common sense, and if I have to explain it….there’s no damn hope for you as a parent.  Drop your kids off with YOUR parents, tell them Ghost said, “You f*cked up so horribly raising me that you need to raise this grandkid right, because you were obviously sleeping through being a parent.”
 
A “Real” man has to be able to help, assist, serve…raise his own midgets.  If he isn’t protective of his little brothers or sisters, the odds that he’ll be good with kids….not good.
 
My little brother and I used to fight a lot.  The little bastard would rat me out, so I’d whip his ass.  My mom would force me to take him with me, and he’d do it again…so I’d whip his ass…or ditch him.
 
But, this one time we were screwing around at a picnic at the park, and I must have been 11 or 12.  We were all playing this king of the hill/wrestling/smear the queer nonsense (Gasp..yeah, that’s what we used to call it…I think it originally meant the ODD kid, but anyway back to the story)….well the kid in the middle was wearing baseball cleats.  He shook my brother off and stomped on his face.  I f*cking snapped.
 
I remember yelling something (You motherf*cker…you son of a b*tch…someting like that…)
 
Then, nothing…just a blur.  Next thing I remember, is getting drug backwards, kicking, cussing, still screaming, by TWO grown men and my best friend. Apparently the kid turtled when I charged him, but it didn’t stop me from waylaying his ass.
 
That’s the kind of reaction that runs into burning buildings, dashes into traffic or steps in front of a knife or gun.  “Real” man stuff, there.
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8)Make them earn their keep
 
(Relax…I’m not talking about putting kids in factories…I mean, iPhones and Nikes aren’t made with child labor…how on Earth could you even begin to think that?….a topic for another time…)
 
Every “Real” man has to earn his keep.  He must work.  He must be able to support himself, a potential spouse and any midgets they should spawn.  So, if this is the standard, better teach that little man to contribute to the household.  Whether it’s taking out the trash, mowing the grass, doing dishes, walking the dog, etc…  Every child about age 4 or 5 should start contributing.  Start small…like them.
 
Before you know it, they’ll be changing your oil, cleaning your gutters, putting on little tuxes and serving champagne and caviar at your dinner parties…
(Okay, more like fetching you another beer from the fridge and fixing you a plate of ‘seconds’…trailer trash motherf….)
(Good boy!  Dogs are SO much cheaper than kids.)
 
Anyway…a healthy male, will draw some self-worth from his ability to contribute.  The earlier you start it….the less likely you’ll be supporting your grandkids who live in your basement.
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7  )Teach them how to get back up after a fall
(Great news, folks!  His brain is safe…but his face got real jacked up by that curb.)
 
From falling off a bike, to losing a job, to getting their hearts broken…Real men need to know how to get back up off the dirt and keep kicking ass.
 
Y’all are wanting those White Knight/Cowboy/Superhero guys who can swoop in and save the day right?
 
(Of course, only if you asked them too, and it certainly wouldn’t be because you couldn’t do it for yourself, or that you needed a man to do it….it would be to test his love for you after all because everyone knows that women don’t need men……Bahahahahahaha, barely could type all of that sh*t…Ghost doesn’t do PC, and he isn’t gonna start now.)
 
For a mightily empowered fleet of Vagina Warriors…y’all certainly b*tch a WHOLE DAMN LOT about wanting/needing to find a “good man”.
 
To quote my pal, Kat SnarkySnatch…
F*ck me if I’m wrong, but if you don’t need/want a man….you wouldn’t be b*tching about it so much.
(She’s rude…at times shocking…but she’s always herself…
 
What do the Knight/Cowboy/Superhero all have in common?
They’ll all risk their life to save you.
 
If a boy never learns to get back up when he gets his ass kicked…he’ll look for a skirt to hide behind as a man when sh*t gets dicey.  Not “Real” man character there.
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Well, there’s your first half…
 
Tomorrow is usually Guest Blogger Fridays….will Ghost make you wait for part two?  Guess you’ll have to tune in to find out…
 
Parents, take score…how are you doing?  It’s never too late….However, the later you start, the harder you’ll fight to get this stuff beat into your boy’s head and heart.
 
Til next time…
 
Ghost out…

Howdy Ghostfans…

Random midweek sh*t falling out of my head today…

Decided to give each one of the five voices running around up between my ears a chance to sound off today….I’ll make them do a quick introduction so you new peeps can know what the hell is going on…

(Did he just say he has ‘voices’ inside his head?)

Yep…doesn’t everyone?  No?  Huh…don’t you get lonely then?  Sometimes I have to to work at getting them to shut up, but I wouldn’t trade it for the world….plus I can’t….I’ve tried…those bastards won’t get out!

Anyway, let’s get this started…first up…Dark Side.

Yeah…I ain’t doin’ introductions.  I kick ass, find awesome stuff to do, and try to keep the other retreads from talking too much when women are around.  The character of Barney Stinson on “How I Met Your Mother” was modeled after me….true story.

Check it, hookers!

It’s true.  You aren’t wanted.  That guy or girl that NEVER returns texts, calls or voicemails….yeah….they want you to run away.  Plus, if you’re awesome…like me…they don’t deserve a second thought…piss on them. 

I’m bored…and out.  Dark Side rules!

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Next up, Pathos…

Hey there, I’m Pathos.  I’m the passion and drive.  The hope and the light in this strange condo of craziness here in Ghost’s head.  The poet…the writer…the dreamer…

(Shut up already, and get on with it before you make us start ovulating, sock monkey!)

Dark Side is just so emotionally stunted sometimes.

Anyway, Ghost applied for a really great position inside of Giganticorp, and actually got an email back from the hiring manager saying that he has to wait until the closing date of the posting to review credentials and set interviews, but that he liked Ghost’s info.  We got our hopes up for this one!

Also, we found out that we’ll be moving to that lab job for sure on 3rd shift on June 18th!  Hello, Air Conditioning. Goodbye, sweaty, smelly, weirdly hazy factory floor!

Have had a few ladies chatting with us recently…

(They’re hollering at us, cause we’re dead sexy, and they want some Dark Side ‘forces’ applied to that ass!)

You’re such a cretin, Dark Side.  They’re interested in more than our ‘lightsaber’ skills, you wretch.

Anyway, in closing, Ghost has been struggling with this Myastenia Gravis pretty significantly.  Been hard to do much, other than get up, go to work, and sleep.  Ghost has been playing a lot of Call of Duty, Modern Warfare 3 and watching Netflix. 

(Yeah, that bastard has gotten pretty good with that sniper rifle, and now that he unlocked that Thermal Scope, it just ain’t fair…my Force abilities and Nerdboy’s logic/strategery, and we be smoking some fools!!!)

(We seeeeeee you!  Sit your ass down, like our boy Subzero’s been telling you!!!)

You had your turn!  Stop interrupting me!!!!

Jackass!!! 

That’s about all I had.  Thanks for taking the time to read us.  We appreciate it.

(Fricking pansy!)

Sigh….

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This next guy is difficult to deal with…his name is Everto.  He represents the depressed, self loathing, self desctructive parts of Ghost….his inner demon…if you will.  Those parts damaged by the teasing and bullying as a child…the parts that never will believe they deserve anything good in life.  Most of the time….he just asks negatively charged questions….sort of mutters to himself.

(Yeah…Everto is a bit scarier than Peter Parker in a Black Spidey Suit.)

(Any Supernatural fans out there? Scary like this guy.)

Ever wonder if that part of you that’s capable of love can be broken…not like damaged and repaired, but destroyed?  Rendered useless.  Never get that ‘butterfly’ feeling in your stomach ever again? 

Ever lose control of yourself..not like your temper, but have your body stop responding to basic commands?  Every worry, every time you have a weird ache/pain/muscle spasm if you’re slowly crawling your way towards a wheel chair…or a coffin? Ever have trouble talking or swallowing…and worry that you’re not going to be anything but a vegetable…sitting in a corner in your own waste…just drooling on yourself…unable to do anything…but secretly be mentally sharp, and trapped inside of a body that doesn’t work…the most horrible prison ever imagined.

Don’t think I didn’t notice, Ghost.  When you swallow…that stuff…accidentally going down the wrong pipe…yeah…that HAS been happening a little more often hasn’t it?  Been sleeping an awful lot.  Not hearing the phone ring…sleeping through alarms…those muscle spasms in your left tricep and forearm that were actually moving the whole arm…not quite as cute as the weepy right eye or the hand tremors while you’re playing Call of Duty are they?

Harder to laugh that sh*t off, isn’t it?

How about those migraines?  You’re not supposed to be taking pain pills daily for them.  That double vision and the accompanying headaches are a b*tch aren’t they?  What are you going to do when you can’t bring your eyes to focus on that computer screen, huh?

Not like you can go back out in the shop and swing that sledge hammer now, can ya?

(The Knight says you’ve had enough time, demon.  You’re finished.)

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Next up, our resident nerd…Prodigy…the guy who started naming off all of the men who’ve played Batman in movies…who’s currently researching grad school programs and chasing his damn tail around his lab trying to come up with some conclusions.

(Dammit, Dark Side!  What happened to Prodigy’s picture?)

(***Side note explanation for Ghost’s mum… GTFO is short for Get The F*ck Out.)

“This entry cannot be completed as assigned, due to the constantly shifting variables concerning our future, and the difficulty in plotting a course when your destination is unknown and perpetually in motion.”

My apologies for the inconvenience this may have caused.

—Prodigy

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Bringing us home is the White Knight…Ghost’s resident defense mechanism and moral compass.  He works to keep us from straying too far from the course…avoid traps…in general…he’s our internal boy scout.

Gentlemen…seriously…we need to come up with a plan and execute here. 

We do not have a single area of our life under control, nor a plan for coping with the current issues at hand.

Dark Side…quit chasing women…put down the whiskey bottle, and get over here.

Pathos…(snap, snap)….get your heads out of the clouds and stop daydreaming…

Prodigy…Get out of the lab, put down the laptop…stop pacing, get over here and sit down.

Everto….get lost…we got this…if we need a tie breaking vote, we’ll toss a damn coin.

The rest of you…get the hell out of Ghost’s head…we got sh*t to do!

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Hope your Hump Day is Happy! 

(Dammit Dark Side!..Oh, screw it.)

Ghost out…

What up, Ghost fans?

Blessed Tuesday to ya!

I’ve cursed.  I’ve been drunk and under the influence of drugs.  I’ve had sex outside of marriage.  I’ve hated.  I’ve lusted. I’ve coveted. I’ve disobeyed, dishonored, lied, cheated and stole….but I’ve never killed anyone…and that makes me not as bad as some people right?….wrong.

I’m a Christian…I’m no better than anyone.  In fact, I’m probably worse than the average.  However, when I see people claiming the title reserved for those who follow the teachings of Jesus, present themselves as better than anyone else…I feel the need to speak up.

For those of you who go to church, and you badmouth another church, or speak ill of your Muslim coworker, or harbor hate in your heart for those of different skin tone (yeah, if you’re black and you hate whites, this is just as bad as white people hating you!), if you give money to charity and then overcharge customers at work for services you didn’t perform, none of this matters.  You’re going to hell just like the rest of us…here’s your warning, courtesy of a very visible group who is doing exactly these things that we are NOT supposed to do.

Romans 3:23 “For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God”

Technically, since we are ALL sinners…and since Heavy Metal Musicians are people, and therefore sinners….yes, they would be going to hell along with the rest of us.

However, it doesn’t say anywhere in the Bible that God hates any kind of music, art, or performers.

What it does say is that he hates liars, deceivers, and sin.  People who use other people for gain or profit.

So, Westboro Baptist….as possessors of the “truth” or the “word of God”, by presenting this statement, you are twisting God’s words.  Deceiving non-believers is sin.  Therefore…you’re going to hell.  Worse yet, you’re doing this knowingly.  Shame on you.

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Proverbs 10:12 “Hatred stirs up strife: but love covers all sins.”

God hates heavy metal.  God hates fags. I don’t think so.

God may hate Sin…things like Pride, Lust, Envy, Greed, Laziness, Wrath, and Gluttony, but he LOVES people.  He always has.  Just as when your own child does something disobedient, like sneaking a cookie out of the kitchen, or failing to do their chores…you may become angry with them, but you never stop loving them. 

If you are all serious about making a difference in this world, and doing “God’s work”, you need to stop hating…..and start loving.  Picketing and protesting doesn’t eliminate sin….however, according to God’s word…Love does.

Figure out how to LOVE those you feel are doing wrong…and then you’ll get rid of the wrongs.

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James 2:10 “For whosoever shall keep the whole law, and yet offend in one point, he is guilty of all.”

 This is some NEW testament stuff.  To be perfect…but screw up once is fatal.  Whether you screw up everything, or you’ve just failed once….you’re not good enough.

That being said…folks at Westboro…Pride is one thing that the Lord SPECIFICALLY HATES. Claiming to speak for the Lord on matters such as, The US suffered the 9/11 attacks because of our tolerance of the “Gay Agenda”, is awfully bold and presumptive…claiming to know what the Almighty thinks…yeah, I’d chalk that up to delusions of grandeur.  Making such a boast as to know God’s thoughts and feelings? Yeah, I’d say that you’re setting yourself up as better than others, rather than as equals with everyone in the mercy and grace of your Lord and Savior, which the Bible calls upon us to do.  To SERVE others…to aid those in need…NEVER to judge.

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As a flawed follower of Jesus Christ, I have enough of my own sin to address.  However, here is a warning for y’all…straight from the good book:

Ezekiel 33:3-4

“If when he seeth the sword come upon the land, he blow the trumpet, and warn the people; Then whosoever heareth the sound of the trumpet, and taketh not warning; if the sword come and take him away, his blood shall be upon his own head.”

This guy has blown the trumpet for you.  Take your warning, change your ways.  You’re not following in Jesus’ footsteps.  He would have never stood at funerals and told people that their son or daughter was dead, because their political leaders were giving gays the right to marry.

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Ghost rarely ventures into the political and religious discussion topics.  But at a time like right now, the hope and love held within the messages of Jesus Christ could be doing a world of good for those who are hurting. 

Jesus told you to love your enemies.  Not hold up signs declaring your hate.

Take a minute to check yourself.  Are you doing God’s work…or just sitting on a pedestal feeling superior….or just preaching hate? Those who stand by and do nothing while evil happens, are just as guilty as those doing the evil.

Ghost out…

What up, Ghostfans?

Hope y’all had a nice Mother’s Day weekend. 

Not really.  I could care less how it went.

Ok, so in general, I hope that it was enjoyable.  But, I’m not losing any sleep if it wasn’t.

(Ghost, aren’t you being kind of a dick?)

Yes.  You might ask why, and this would be my reply:

Because now we are on the countdown to Father’s Day.

(Why would that piss you off?)

Do me a favor and scroll back through your newsfeed over on Facespace.  Count the number of times someone talked sh*t about a lousy mom.  Go ahead, I’ll wait.

Cue the Jeopardy think song…

Ok, exactly.  That number was probably zero.

However, when Father’s Day rolls around, the posts will look MUCH different!!!  I guarantee it.

Every disgruntled “Single Mom” will be talking about how since she’s both mother AND father, that she’s claiming this day too.  Or they’ll openly state, “Michael Thompson is a worthless deadbeat dad, a loser and piece of sh*t spermdonor.”  (I don’t know you Michael Thompson, so I’ll add allegedly to that statement.

You dishonor every man when you do this.  Every good man, every man who tries his best, and every guy who sacrifices as much as possible to be there for his kids is insulted when you take this approach.  That day is for celebrating fathers….period.  Not to air your dirty laundry and take shots at your “baby daddy”. 

So, in June, when Father’s Day weekend rolls around keep your drama and insults to yourself.  No one cares, and hate makes you ugly.  (See Ghost blog: Hate not, it makes your ugly face…even uglier  )

Shout out to all the great moms out there….the MILFS and even a couple GILFS I know.

Here’s a copy of the text I sent the Demons’ mom:
She Who Must Not Be Named,
Thank you for hatching the Demons.
-Ghost

Ghost out…

What up, Ghost fans?

No, GBF isn’t Gay Best Friend…tardlings…that hairdresser Timmy has his own blog…..mhuhahahahaha!!!!  Just playing pimp.  You and your girlfriend are borderline distgustingly sweet together…I’m definitely happy for the both of you.

Anyway, it’s Guest Blogger Friday, Hookers!!!

You know this lazy bastard is stealing someone else’s work and taking the day off today….why are you surprised? (Hey, it took some time to type this sh*t and find some pics on Google to steal…f*ck you guys!!!)

(The gorilla is pimping, but the cat looks a little more comfortable.)

(Where I wish I was…the beach you pervert…not in her bikini bottoms…although… ;-) )

(Here would work too…)

(So, if you’re doing this later this weekend…it’s definitely a Ghost Approved activity…)

Anyway….when life starts to suck…take this next column’s advice.  Should put a big ass smile on your face….or make you want to change jobs for some of you perverts…

Have fun, and for my tardlings…click on the funny colored words below to read the link:

I Love My Job, I Love My Job.

Have a great weekend…

Ghost out…

Howdy Ghost fans,

First, trying to explain what goes on in my head is pointless….like a bag full of monkeys on LSD, playing Xbox, having an orgy, while doing physics experiments all at the same time…sh*t’s just all sorts of wrong up there.

However, for some of y’all, I thought I’d take a minute to describe the insanity that goes on here. Some rules to help you sort the information that y’all are receiving.

1) This is NOT a diary or journal.
-Sometimes I start writing something, and don’t like it. So it sits as a draft, until I decide to work on it again and “publish” it…(meaning, show it to you.) It may be something that I’m feeling/going through RIGHT at that moment, but it may be something that a friend of mine was talking to me about, or some sh*t I went through awhile ago…even years ago. If you feel the need to check up on me, do so. Don’t do so, because you read something here. This is not my conduit for help, a desperate plea for attention, or some secret glimpse into my head.

DO NOT READ THIS AND ATTEMPT TO USE THIS INFORMATION TO DETERMINE WHAT I’M THINKING ABOUT YOU.

Ask me. I’ll tell you.

Subpoint…don’t try to use this to determine how my dating life is going….or get some secret peek behind the scenes about how a date went. If I went out with you, again…ask me. Trying to determine whether or not we’re compatible or if I’m “digging” you, by breaking down what I’m writing will just frustrate you and usually lead you off the right track. (However, if you’re the kind of chick that is always trying to figure out what people are “really thinking” and not taking what they say at face value, you’re definitely the wrong chick for me.)

2) I am the only contributor to this blog. There aren’t more people who I employ/work with to generate this stuff. Ghost, The White Knight, Dark Side, Pathos, Prodigy, and Everto are all me. They’re kind of like different colored glasses. You put them on, and you see things differently. It’s still you, but you get a unique perspective on things. They’re all part of Ghost and the weirdness that is me.

Subpoint…Guestblogger Fridays, I will tell you that I’ve kidnapped someone, or straight up stole their blog and am republishing it. This is the only exception.

3) I have a condition called Myasthenia Gravis. It sucks. Basically, your immune system gets the idea that YOU are the bad guy….(which is partially right, because Dark Side and Everto put off definite Bad Guy particles.) But, what happens is this: the muscles that you control like your hands, eyes, mouth, arms, legs, etc… receive messages from your brain to move. Like little emails. Well, the little inboxes that get these messages from your brain, get attacked and damaged or destroyed by your immune system. So, the first time you do something the muscle does what it’s supposed to, but the more you do it, the more your body attacks these inboxes, and it gets more difficult to move that muscle, as the message isn’t getting through the way it should. What happens is a rapid fatiuge…meaning you get tired, real fast when you do repetitive sh*t.

The best part of this? It’s incurable….and it’s a process diagnosis. There are some tests that can confirm the presence of certain anti-bodies in your blood, but some people with the condition, never show up on the radar. To diagnose it, they have to rule everything else out, that LOOKS like it. When the doctors are completely done trying to figure it out….they’re like, Yep…that must be it….or like that one asshat…”You’ve just got stress…get better rest, eat better food, and it will go away.” Nice try retard. Everyone has stress. So, I’ve had MRIs, CT scans, Xrays, blood tests, these things where they hook up electrical currents to your muscles and stimulate them like a robot motor….

Treatment…Bahahahahahaha!!!! Yeah, they don’t have a f*cking clue what causes it…some theories, and some places on the web promise you a lot, but then you find out they’re selling supplements or other dietary aids, so they have a distinct interest in getting your belief in them….

I’ve researched this crap, and found pictures of people in wheelchairs, unable to hold their own heads up…people who walk to their mailbox in front of their house to get their mail, and that’s all they’re able to do for the day…it scares the hell out of me. I have four kids…I love to chase them, and do stuff with them. I don’t want them to be trying to change dad’s diapers because he can’t move while they’re trying to raise their kids.

Anyway, if you notice that I haven’t posted in a few days…this is probably why. I have good days and bad ones…lately more trying and difficult…but I’m a fighter, and I’ll go down swinging for sure.

4) I reserve the right to think, say, feel…whatever the hell I want. Feel free to present your side of the argument. I reserve the right to change my mind, or to keep my opinion. No hard feelings…if you can’t accept that, suck it.

That’s about it. If you have something specific you’d like to get my opinion on…or even better, you want to talk to one of my ‘other’ personalities, contact me:

Irish.Ghost28@gmail.com

Check me out on Facespace at http://www.facebook.com/TheGhostLife
or follow me on Twitzone @TheGhostLife

Peace out, Hookers!

Ghost out…