I had to go to the V.A. Hospital in TAMPA yesterday , just for a scheduled checkup and took the biggest part of the day ,, soooooooooooooooo I got way behind on my mail and answering every one worked my little fingers to the nub and still have over 125 to get finished so please don't think I am being rude and not answering you , I'm just not as fast as I use to be , I'm half fast , THANKS for hanging in there !!!!!!!!
And next week I have to go to ORLANDO V.A. Clinic for the rest of my test , so it seems the faster I go the be-hinder I get !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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So did they find a cure for that frontal lobe tumor?
I have tried being patient with you Joe, I really have. I’m afraid that I have to show you what happens when what I so patiently ask for is not met, to the letter. It is clear to me that you have no idea the kind of creature that you are facing here. You say that you were born on the killing fields? Let’s explore that concept shall we?
When you cut the throats of the gooks back in the mud holes did you feel liberated? Did killing a man make you feel complete in a way that nothing else ever could or did you do it only to save your neck? From what I am gathering, at least if what you say is true, you liked it and if you liked it what you did was murder.
That makes you, murderer, a predator. You are the same as me, ostracized by your own kind, cold, alone, and angry. However, where I learned to accept that condition and make it mine, you just grew older, older and angrier. You hate everyone Joe, everyone who doesn’t believe everything you do with every fiber of their being. They are your gooks now and you rage aginst them in this perfectly safe and sterile HELL you have cr3eated here at blogster. I can see you Joe, and I know exactly what you are doing.
You created weapons from figments of your imagination, a GOD who could love a piece of shit murdering scumbag like you, a wife who loves you unconditionally, and an ancient book written by savages that justifies all of your insecurities. No Joe, I don’t think you are a faggot, I don’t think that you are a liar. I believe you believe every word that comes out of your mouth.
Desperately, almost sickeningly so you have cloistered those minds that think like you and play at being a champion for them. You portray yourself as some kind of an internet superhero in an attempt to maintain some kind of connection to the humanity that you can’t possibly feel any kind of connection to. You have to play superman because you aren’t a man at all, you are a monster.
How good can your marriage be when you spend 18+ hours a day on blogster, copying and pasting rhetoric and spilling bile on everyone who looks at you wrong? You don’t make money at this. How complete can your life be if you have to slap the snot out of “liberals, faggots, sand niggers, gooks, and commies?” You love to hurt them Joe, that makes you a sadist and no better than me.
So please, by all means tell me how I am a piece of shit, by all means tell blogster how much of a scumbag I am. You and I are the same, minus a lot of years, impotency, and a mind case of mental retardation that prevents someone who has been blogging for years to grasp and maintain grasp of even the slightest grammatical concepts. However Joe, and trust me on this, since I am your shadow now until those magic words drip off of your fingertips onto your keyboard, if I go, you go.
I know you’ll sum this all up with one of your very stupid comments amounting to less than nil on my give-a-fuck-o meter but if nothing else sticks throughout this tirade I went on let it be this : This game amuses the hell out of me, you don’t hurt my feelings; I hurt yours. I am not scared of you, I lack the capacity. I believe you when you say you aren’t scared of me because you, like me, lack the capacity.
My fellow monster, I bid you adieu.
You missed the point entirely.
I'm not surprised
The only point is your head , from having the DUNCE CAP on to many times , HAVE A NICE DAY
I hope all goes well with your tests Joe. I see some things never change on here do they?
Jenn
Thanks it's just routine stuff ,, yep old Johnny boy trying to win a fight he started and I have beat him like a DRUM !!!!!!
I'm glad that it is just routine stuff Joe!!
Do you remember that country song in the 60's or 70's " Big John, Big John, Big, Bad, John "? 
Jenn
Yes you are right it is about the man trapped in the coal mine. I can't remember who sang it either. It may have been him.
Keep pounding the drum! Hope that the tests were ok.
BRAVO!!! BRAVO!!! to the reply's above......
I too hope you are O.K. I Pray all the tests all went well and continue to do so..
We lived in Port Charlotte,FL. For a while ..I loved going into Punta Gorda.
If I was to move back to Florida,I'd like it to be Punta Gorda...
By the way Joez,They do still make London Fog Trench Coat's..I shouldn't have looked them up,now I want one....I could blame you in a way,because you asked if they still make them...But then again I don't want to "mess with a old NAVY guy.... ROFL !!!!
Keep beating that drum!!!! I'll help,I can beat a mean drum!!!!!