La Negra Tiene Tumbao

Trogs

Sometime back, when I was being harassed online by some chimpanzees, I added a few lines to my redirect file sending these chimps to the site for the Church of Satan every time they visited one of my websites.  I had an extensive list of their IP addresses.

Little did most of them know, several of their members had withdrawn from their collection of chimps and were contacting me directly, making their own separate peace.  Anyway, two of the most boastful of the chimps claimed that they had hacked my sites and had them redirecting everyone to the Church of Satan.  They were actually lying to one another.  Those that had made their own separate peace with me knew that the others were lying.

"Now I'm leaving, without brakes..."

I keep getting comments from the cock sucking H family.

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Gente Estupida

I am sitting in the living room right now.  My wife is in the kitchen.  She has been fighting with her imaginary enemy for about an hour now.  That enemy is created by her brain.  Somewhere in her brain is another whateveritis hurling insults at her through her audio processing unit within her brain.  She is swearing and telling "him" off.  It's disgusting and very irritating.  Her family in El Salvador says they think she is fine.  I think her family is a collection of liars.  I think they are ashamed of her.  I am ashamed of them.  What kind of family would pretend their daughter is well when she needs help?

Bipolar - Gloria Trevi

I'm well aware that Gloria Trevi has more detractors than fans, but I've always loved her for the very reason others do not. She's not normal. There is clearly something outside of the routine about her. Yes, she may even be "crazy," but that only makes her someone, rather than just another no-one we call "normal." Normal is redundant.

I would love to be punished by Fanny Lu

Me

More or less...

Living with a Schizophrenic is Difficult

I live with a schizophrenic.  Technically, she's my wife.  She isn't the same person she was before she became schizophrenic.  I always imagined that one could find some kind of a silver lining, even in schizophrenia.  Perhaps there are many schizophrenics out there with very positive qualities.  Unfortunately, in this case, there are no positive qualities.  She isn't funny.  She isn't affectionate.  She isn't interesting to listen to.  She isn't friendly, productive, helpful, insightful, thought-provoking, or in any way pleasant to have around.  Quite the contrary.  The voices torment and insult her and she lashes out at my daughter and I in response.  Of course, she is the source of her voices.  They are the work of her own mind, but we get punished for what her brain says to itse  lf.  One could imagine, as most people do, that she is suffering, but she doesn't seem to be suffering.  She's just cruel, not only to us, but to herself and most of all to the voices she makes up.

I've always thought that schizophrenics suffer at the will of their voices, but my wife doesn't sit there and suffer.  She fights back.  She loudly insults her voices, puts them in their place, and even says things to us hoping her voices will hear what she says and feel embarrassed that others have heard them admonished.  She uses us like a prop in this game her brain makes up.  I don't like being used as a prop.  I'm a busy person, working as hard as two people to make up for what she does not bring to the table, so I don't have much time to stand about being used as a prop.

Her family has made the situation even worse.  They refuse to acknowledge that she is ill.  Despite the obviousness of her severe mental illness, they think she's fine.  They postulate that some kind of "insulting ghost" is wandering about tormenting her.  They say these kinds of things happen all the time and that it's normal.  Schizophrenia runs in families and I believe fully that she is not the only schizophrenic member of her family.

Frankly, living with a paranoid schizophrenic is hell.  Avoid it at all costs.

Destination Paradise

I got word today that another dear person in my life is on his way out. The hardest thing about getting older is seeing loved ones pass away. As time moves forward, the losses accelerate. First they die every so many years, and then one per year, and then it seems they pass by the month until the time comes when oneself disappears.

Life seems like a cruel joke. We are all heading towards disaster from the moment we are born. Those of us that are fully human see in each human being a need for compassion. Those that are less than human do not.

The thing about life is that it has an end.

The light in the distance is not the Sun, it is the end.

La Tina

LOL

From time to time my stalker posts here.  Usually I don't approve her comments.  She posts to tell me I am crazy, insane, nuts, etc.

Think about that.  A woman that has been stalking me for more than 20 years says I am crazy.

LOL

My Love is Gone

:)

If I could do it all again, I wouldn't.

This video is the perfect description of a woman I once knew. She seemed charming and I must admit that I fell for the persona that she wore as a mask.  There is much more to the story, too much to waste my time explaining, but she was my first close experience with someone polluted with narcissistic personality disorder.  Love makes one blind, so even with all the evidence, I rejected the possibility that this "friend", Bridget, was mentally ill.  She even revealed that she had no empathy, but I thought she was exaggerating.  Her room mate, Robin, warned me that Bridget is a narcissist, but I ignored that too.  I can only blame myself for not having accepted the blatantly obvious truth that Bridget is a narcissist.  Love does that to people.  We turn a blind eye to the negative attributes of those we love.  It is foolish to do this, but that is what hormones do when dumped into our blood.

Looking back, benefiting from what I now know about her, with the veil of love lifted from eyes, I see how profoundly ugly Bridget is.  I remember looking over at her from the passenger side of her pathetically shitty car, looking at her face, and seeing a booger hanging from her nose.  The fact is, with her pale face, ugly teeth, and hay colored hair, only a fool in love could have seen anything beautiful in her.  Alas, her ugliness was more than skin deep - it extended all the way to the core of her being.

She's the only person I know that was fired from a job for moral turpitude.  She would get angry at the slightest criticism.  Her understanding of society and of other human beings was nil.

Anyway, here is a video that reminds me of her.

Schooners Sinking