What do I think?…You sure you want me to answer that?…

Howdy Ghostfans….

Been digging into my inner nerdling here lately…probably because I’ve been spending a lot of time around my 14 year old…Parts of my personality tend to resonate more prominently when I’m around certain people.

(Yeah, I know…some big words there…Resonate, Prominently…look them up retards…I’ll wait…)

(Okay Ghost, so what you’re trying to say is that you’re different around different people…doesn’t that mean you’re fake?)

No, dipwad.  What it means is that I am a multi-faceted person….sh*t….This conversation will take forever if I don’t dumb this down a bit….okay…There are many parts to me…and when I’m around someone, whatever we have in common tends to come out more.

For example, my oldest is into video games and science fiction…so, those parts of me that are the same tend to come out.  When I’m around my buddies who are into sports, my competitive side and that inner combatant/athlete come out.  When I’m around my engineer buddies we have debates over wormholes, dark matter and the possibility of time travel…and not just hypothetical crap…like detailed arguments that cover detailed laws of physics.

(Yeah, I know…I lost you…I’ll get to the point…)

I write from the perspective of one of my five “personalities”, because I am really like 5 people rolled into one.  SheWhoMustNotBeNamed routinely will ask, “Who am I talking to?”  She wants no part of DarkSide or Everto….but if Pathos happens to be nearby or even The Knight, they’ll be a sympathetic ear.

The biggest trick with me, is realizing that I’m not just one of those guys, but all 5 simultaneously.  It’s why I drink sometimes…it shuts them up.  Gives the dust some time to settle, and allows me to find a clear path to start out on.

So, you have to be careful when you ask me something.  Sometimes, you might not like the response you get.  This happens frequently.  I’m big on honesty.  I’ll usually warn you…You sure you want to know what I’m thinking?

I’d never have it any other way.  I have people ask me ridiculous sh*t from time to time…just because they know that I’ll think about it, and then give them a thoughtful, rational answer.

Like, ‘That dude is on something.  I don’t know what, but you might be better off without him.”

Or, “That b*tch is crazy, bro.  You need to boot that one to the curb and swear off it cold turkey.”

Or even, “No, I don’t care what he said…that reaction in bed is NOT normal for ANY dude.”

So, what frustrates me more than anything is when people let me down or refuse to talk to me.  It’s like this: If I did something, tell me.  Let me explain and correct it.

Don’t give me this, “You know what you did.” bullsh*t.

No, I don’t.  That’s why I’m asking.  Or even worse is when I just get the cold shoulder. If you’re expecting me to change something, and I don’t know what it is, THAT certainly isn’t getting it done.

I just start to think that you’re mental, and that I’m better off forgetting that you actually breathe air.  Which is sad, because I care about a LOT of sh*t…and people, that I probably shouldn’t.  People who blow me off.  People who ignore me.  People who frankly treat me like sh*t and talk about me behind my back.

(Go f*ck yourself…but if you’re on fire….sigh, I guess I’ll stop and put you out.)

But in the end, if they called me tomorrow, and needed something, I’d drop whatever was going and do my damn level best to help out…..That’s just who I am.  It’s how I always will be.

Almost everyone comes around.  Very few people hate me….even fewer actually have a legit reason to.

If you tell me that you want to get together, mean it.  When I call, don’t put me off. 

Frankly, I’m sick…and real damn tired…and that’s just from my neurological disorder…I’m not even factoring in the bullsh*t from friends and family…and those few enemies.

My new favorite is people who are offended…because YOU have a problem with what they say/do/post on Facespace, etc…

Well, if y’all post something I take offense to…I’m sure as hell gonna tell you.  The statement, “It’s my Facespace page, if you don’t like what I post, delete me.” is ignorant as hell.  You ‘invite’ someone to be a “friend” on that website.  That implies conversation and dialogue.  Those are TWO-way endeavors.

Not everyone will believe what you believe, nor will they always see things the same way.  A rational human being should listen when someone speaks.  It’s how we grow as humans…to consider the thoughts and feelings of others.  You can gain valuable insight this way.

Take this quote for thought:
“There is only one basic human right, the right to do as you damn well please. And with it comes the only basic human duty, the duty to take the consequences.”
P. J. O’Rourke

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Well, you’re free to think and say whatever you want…but the consequence is the reaction.  I responded negatively to a few Facespace posts, and people seemed shocked that I’d be opposed to it…after all, it was just a joke.

I saw this one posted a couple times:
Now at it’s core…I’m not really completely opposed to this…however, there are several DADS who fill both roles…there are also Aunts, Uncles and Grandparents who get left behind to raise kids….so, just don’t post crap like this.  The point of Father’s Day is to honor good and great MEN.

This next one is the one that got me started:

Straight up inappropriate for Father’s Day weekend.  It’s not funny.  It’s not a joke.  It’s an attack against fathers who aren’t fulfilling their duties.  Not appropriate to post.  Give men 3 damn days to celebrate, please.  Lay off this sh*t from Friday to Sunday…then feel free to dead beat dad bash all you want.

Now, I know what you’re thinking…if it doesn’t apply to you, why are you so upset?  Someone even implied that I was reacting so strongly because I might not be as good a father as I ought to be.

You know what…I’m not.  I can always be better, and I work at it every day.  Being a good parent isn’t a title, it’s a job.  One that if you complete it properly, your children will leave your nest, and be successful individuals.  If you’re celebrating now, then you’re coasting.

The reason I react so strongly to this sh*t on Father’s Day?  Is because my father is gone.  One of my grandfather’s is gone, and I barely got to know but maybe one of my great-grandfathers.  This day is to pay respect to the men who are and have done their job in raising their families…not to roast the one’s who have/are f*cking it up.  So everytime you post something that detracts from the spirit of the day, you make the statement that men aren’t important in raising a child….that it’s more important to remind the world that there are bad guys out there.

The father who showed me what hard work and going to work sick and even hurting looked like.  To the grandfather who kicked my kindergarten ass in tic-tac-toe and showed no mercy, even though he was 50 years older than me.  It made me tough and want to work hard for the win.

I don’t care what anyone says…you NEVER see this kind of crap on Mother’s Day.  You don’t.  There aren’t carefully worded Jpegs that glorify the Dad’s who wear both hats, and there aren’t any, Happy Mother’s Day except for those crazy, drug addled whores, who abandon their children and leave them to the REAL men to raise.

That sh*t doesn’t happen.  Don’t try to play like it does.  And if someone does post something, it’s isolated and rare.  You don’t see dozens of people ‘liking’ the photo and sharing it.

The sad thing is that stuff like this next pic only popped up on my newsfeed once:

Something truly worthy of the spirit of the day.  Well, I’m posting it here, and I’m thanking every one of you bastards who’ve gone and served and missed birthdays, holidays, and yes…even Father’s Days…Thank you from the bottom of my heart.  You keep my little demons safe, and I that is a debt that I can never repay.

Some of these men DON’T come home, and I’m pretty sure those women would trade your f*cking Jpeg for THAT man any time of day.

So to you misguided souls who think it’s funny to bash deadbeats on Father’s Day weekend, knock it off.  It’s uncalled for. Use the other 362 days a year for that…for f*ck’s sake, it’s even a leap year, you can take 363 days this year for it.  Just leave our f*cking holiday alone.

To those of you moms who truly are on your own, your job is no doubt tough…you get yours on Mother’s Day.  I’m sure that somewhere in your lives, there is a man worth recognizing…make sure that your kids know what a good male role model is.  THAT is what the f*cking day is for!

Anyway, I’m done preaching…for now.  About 359 days, and I’ll start reminding you again.

Ghost out…

GBF…Say Hello to Nezza…

Ok…I live in Midwestern hell….the weather sucks here for completely varying reasons day to day.  Try to look at this chica’s blog for what it is….an adventure…not a reminder of how ordinarily sucky your life is….because you live near the Ghost….

How about that HOT breeze this afternoon?  The heat and humidity have even made fans useless today.

Featured Blogger Nezza in the house….I’m still waiting for some pics from the Boom Boom Room, Nezza…just saying…

Changes.

Sh*t the Spectre says…

Howdy Ghostfans…

Well, we’ve got a week in the books since the Spectre’s surprise one-way ticket to Ghost’s doorstep.  Lots of video games and talking been done, and here are some gems to come my way via the unique perspective of my soon to be 15-year old:

Spectre: Hey, dad?  You ever hear many blonde jokes?
Ghost:  Please…I dated your mom…I’m pretty sure that SHE’S the reason that blonde jokes exist!
Spectre: Yeah…okay…I could see that.

Spectre: I used to be an adventurer like you…til I took an arrow to the knee.
(Any Skyrim nerds out there?)

Spectre: And for you American viewers out there….stuff happened in other countries that wasn’t “totally awesome” and didn’t involve explosions.

Subzero: How’s your boy doing?
Ghost: Oh, he’s mine alright…I get off work and walk in the door, he’s passed out on the couch, glasses on, PS3 on pause, clutching the controller….almost wouldn’t let go of it.
Subzero: Teaching that boy right, I see.  Haha.

Ghost’s mom: Oh, yes. We went to church, and one of the girls down the street asked me who that was who was with me.
Ghost (Looking at Spectre): NO!  Don’t even try to date that girl down the street…or either of her two sisters!  I grew up with their dad, and I’m just telling you right now, he’s my friend…I don’t want to run into him and have to avoid the, “So, your son’s banging my daugher…” awkward conversation.

(I guess my son is dating your daughter…but if you don’t lower that umbrella, I’m gonna have to kick your ass!)

Ghost(Playing Modern Warfare 3): Sit your ass down.  Oops, just shot your boy in his damn head…and another one….and another one…are you guys retarded?  Seriously…you run down that path..get shot in the head, and think, “Oh, I’m gonna get him!  I’ll just run back down that path and…dink…headshot….Oh, I’m really gonna get him now!!!!  I’ll just run back down that path, and…dink…headshot…”
Spectre: Did he tell you you could get back up?
Ghost: That’s right, little man!
Spectre: Aladeen, muthaf*cka!!!
(If you haven’t seen ‘The Dictator”, you won’t get it.)

Spectre(Laying on the couch): Man!  It’s only 9 am….
Ghost:  Be quiet…I normally sleep til 11 or 12…play video games or something…
Spectre: ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ…….

Spectre: Dad, the dog keeps trying to hump me.
Ghost: Punch him in the face.
Spectre: I can’t do that.
Ghost: Then he’s gonna keep trying it.
(Guido tries to hump Spectre’s leg again.)
Spectre: (Paff…he cuffs Guido across the snout) Get off me, dammit!
Ghost: See. Your dad knows things….now just remember that for when all the girls are wanting sex…I’m not trying to be a grandpa in the next 10 years.
Spectre: I know…I know…boot in my ass if I get someone pregnant.
Ghost: The muthaf*ckin’ U.N. is gonna be up in here talking about human rights violations, son!  Evil Dictators are gonna be calling me for tutorial lessons in torture.

(Yeah…kinda like that..but Guido is blonde, and weighs about 70 lbs and looks like Chewbacca!)

(Better set those blasters to stun!)

Well, Thursday is here and about gone.  Got a pretty cool guest blog lined up for tomorrow….meaning I stole that sh*t!!!!  AND YOU KNOW THIS, MANNNNN!!!!!!!!!!

Anyway, have a good one…stay safe….

Ghost out…

Well…f*ck me…it’s Tuesday…

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…

You Know She Is Crazy But Just When You Think You Hit The Bottom Of Her Craziness, You Discover There's A Crazy Underground Garage

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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...

GBF—Ahh, Screw it!

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]

Smokin’ In The Boys Room…

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…

Really? God hates that too?…

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…

Now that we done got that out the way…

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…

Explaining the TheGhostLife…

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…