Showing posts with label California. Show all posts
Showing posts with label California. Show all posts

Thursday, March 1, 2018

Deadbeat Dads aka Slug Scum

        Okay I know right away people are saying women are deadbeats too, and yes that's true. However we have a nation of lowlifes who feel if they pay child support, they are so vindictive that it's only for the ex spouse, or girlfriend. Listen up slugscum. Child support pays, helps to pay, medical, dental, psychiatric if needed and if you have mental health problems, your child may too-again HOWEVER, if you have a child not raised like you were chances are the child or children have a better chance.
         You are, pay attention now, slug scum, to how child support is used; Heating bills are higher with children, groceries and more if you have a child with food allergies and milk allergies. Children have to go with the good parent, the sane parent, the parent whose ego has been put aside for their child, the parent whose needs are not first, unike you slug scum, to the grocery store, a doctor appontment with/for mom, and mainly where ever mom goes, baby goes. Slug scum do you understand now? Probably not. Your own wants and needs always came first.
           Your child who is with the wonderful parent needs clothing every year and as much as mom tries to be thrifty, it isnt enough. Your child needs shoes, sneakers, haircuts. You get them don't you slug scum?
           You buy fancy sneakers, tight shirts, probably, sports gear, movies, eating out, booze, cigarettes, haircuts and guessing you don't pay rent but mooch off friends, maybe paying little. I'm guessing too slug scum you have  a parent who has picked up after you financially all your life and now you short weasel you're not even thankful, but expect the good parent to pick up after you by letting it all go as if you don't have to pay for the child you made, or children. I say short because no matter your height, your short. Inside? You have nothing, you are nothing, you are slug scum!
          You, slug scum care about you. You are an actor who can easily pretend to care about a child to others, but as usual its all talk, as always, its all talk. 
       I'm just as sure emotionally your mother has her hand on your zipper, she who controls you, she is the face you see when you attempt to have sex with anyone. Maybe that's why you don't function like a responsible man. A MAN!  A man is not someone who may be, I say may be, an athlete, a salesman of the year, a musician, a celebrity etc. A Man is one who is accountable, responsible for his child and can set a role model figure to pass down, unless a slug scum!
         Statements are heard such as, I have to live too! BS! You don't have to live as if you're only responsible for yourself. YOU don't have to live a life of being able to live anywhere, fly anywhere, participate in anything you want financially, You have bills? HAh! What kind? You moocher! Now the mother of your child has bills, bills for two you slug scum!
           Your car is paid off by someone who picks up the pieces, I'm sure as you probably cried and cried. It's too hard for you to take public trnsportation or walk. You are a moocher and yet you expect your child to live off what? Who? Not you slug scum! You're a loser. Although I'm sure like many you paint a picture of being picked on, that your ex is demaning an unreasonable amount yet it's state logic that orders it you genius moron. You who like many insist you are smarter than courts, judges, lawyers, teachers-oh that's a laugh! Although you earn as much, yet you still want to deprive your child of needs. You are even less than slug scum. A slug is productive. You are not. Hopefully you losers, your mothers will have lessened the grip on your fly, and hopefully her face over time will fade from your bedroom, but I doubt it. It's a mental block you have slug scum. Where ever you are, she is, hand on the zipper, controlling. In the bedroom and out. On the field and out. In your car and out, in your pocket and out,with a girlfriend or boyfriend and without.  In the bathroom and out. How does that feel slugscum? You don't have a thought without her telling you what and how to think!
         You, are nothing, but your child or children with the Good PArent, the sane parent, the sweet parent, the kind and loving, the caring parent, the one who has put aside, fun, ego, dating, living for self-lives for that child, or children. In closing slug scum slides down the drain where it belongs.

Saturday, December 21, 2013

He was only 32 !

    I know, what about old people, so take from this what you can and use it.
This morning I notice a picture of a young man. He was 32, jumped off his home in Brooklyn NY. But he was just thirty- two !  The possibility of anyone doing anything for him is slim at the time, but who knows. His family did say he was having a hard time again lately.
   If someone wants to help a person with depression do this:
  • Give them your phone number
  • buy them a headset
  • talk to them about doctors & meds ( have they missed doses? )
  • see if they have family, family that is still family
  • ask about hobbies and give
  • see what you can do or others, like buy a months of bus passes
  • check out a local Mental Health Association
  • find out if they go to church
  • ask about education, books, vacations, journals, music
  • see if they like to garden and get a few garden boxes/containers
  •  ask if they are allowed to have a pet if they rent
  • be a friend
We lose too many young people because of mental health problems, loneliness, drug and alcohol abuses and I know we all do our best . As adults many will do as they're going to do anyway, so do what you can do.Maybe one day you will be that one person to change a life.

Thursday, May 16, 2013

Chris Brown's Artsy Views

     Yes, one of many comments and who cares, right? His neighbors care, that's who. But I don't care because it's his home and who has a right to tell him what to do on his own home. This is America. If you don't want to worry about a person painting Graffiti on their home, then you move! Go to a secluded property. If you live where he lives you can afford it!
    I am sick of neighbors being so critical about another persons property. I know, I've been there. My issues were however different. I bought a small home to raise my children in and from the first day was asked, then told I was the only single lady on the block. From there it progresses to how long I let my grass grow.
   Did anyone, one person ask, can I help? No, Not at all. These good Christan neighbors were only concerned about how things "LOOKED"! They also didn't just come over with a mowing tractor and mow out of the goodness of their Christian hearts. But what they did do, one lady in particular was complain to the township! Thank you KElly F.
    First I got a call about how long my grass was. I explained my situation to no avail.(Medical) After that phone call which I found out was not an ordinance, about the length of grass, I went to sit down at my living room window. Guess who I saw next? It was a township car slowly cruising past my home, almost stopping and I see this nosey woman taking in every blade. She was the same woman who told me who the nice lady was who reported my grass and followed it up with a letter. That same lady also worked in the township building.
    I waited about seven minutes and then called the township. After telling her who I was, I asked what right does she have to snoop in a township, taxpayer car. Now get this.She said, well I wasn't snooping, I was just driving by on my way home from lunch. LIAR! I told her-no you had to go out of your way to come into this development(with a dead-end street) and drive past my home on an opposite side of the street. It ended with me telling her, I'll mow when I can afford it and am well enough.
   I have to say I ended up spiting people by letting it grow about four feet high.
That was a funny day. When this guy came to mow, the type of mower he used looked like a  helicopter coming over  the mountain on MASH and boy did neighbors come out to watch. I couldn't believe it. They never came out to ask if I was okay, if I needed help, could they do something. No, just to either look or complain, and right across the street lived a church Choir directer who also stood outside with wife and kids to stare at the great mowing!
   By the way, my issues at the time was, I just had a second back surgery , about to have a third and of course finances. I had a deep slope so no, I wouldn't let my very young children mow either. I was new to this area and that time set the stage for me in knowing who my neighbors really are, so leave Chris Brown alone. It's paint. That's all it is and unless he just wants to annoy with Graffiti, who cares? Live your life and let him live his, and just maybe, walk over and let him know how artistic you find his art. He does paint more than just that you know. Be more concerned with what's on the inside of your heart than the outside of his home.
  A last note here. I have become friendly with a neighbor immediately next door to me and very nice friends with one family who came here from another part of the state. I hired their boys to mow for me:) But that last family have always been there for me if I needed and even when I didn't. Now that's a neighbor!