Kickin' Ass and takin' names.

I pinched a nerve in my neck while hiking? Well that’s how it happened. Several visits to my HMO Dr. proved to be a waste of time. I’ve had a life long problem with my neck. The problems it creates come and go and for the most part I’ve been able to deal with the problems my neck gave me for several years. The last time I had it “fixed” was by an acupuncturist. Unfortunately she is no longer in Tucson. I guess I could have gone to another and I still may. I am giving a chiropractor a try. It seems to be working.

While giving my initial exam my “Dr.” twisted my head and asked where it hurt. It felt just like the time when I was 11 years old and dove off our dock into Michigan Center lake without my hands in front of me (which I knew better) head first into the water which I had misjudged the depth and drove my head about three inches towards my ass when I hit the bottom the lake. If others hadn’t been there I’m sure I would have drowned. They pulled out of the water and I cried, more from the fear that comes from not being able to move than the pain but it did hurt all the same. I related the pain and story to my “Dr.” Thus the most probable cause of my neck problems came evident when that sick pain returned during my exam.

So I’ve been hurting for months, I have to admit this is the worst it’s ever been or at least it seems so. I’ve been losing a lot of sleep because every time I’d move my head in my sleep my neck would wake me up. Combine that with working two jobs and my sweet disposition turned sour. When I am sleep deprived,tired, stressed and in pain I’m not much fun to be around.

Having said that, it lays the background for what I’m about to relate to you.

While growing up, if I started acting in a foolish manner like trying to act bigger that I really was, there was always the threat of getting my ass kicked. It could be from my father or the older kids in the neighborhood and the kids at school. There was always someone around to kick your ass or threatening to kick your ass if you got out of line. I also took it upon myself (as did many others) to kick or threaten to kick someone else’s ass if they were acting stupid. It kept us all in line, no one acted a fool and if they did, it didn’t go on for very long. It’s part of growing up. As adults we seem to let government, the police or the lawyers take care of such activities. In fact I believe it’s the turning over of these responsibilities to others that has led to many of this society’s problems.

Too many men in this country have become pussies. They hide behind the mask of enlightenment. They talk, they ridicule, they prance, they frequently appear on talk panels on television “news” shows and put down anyone is not as “enlightened” as they. They don’t believe in God, often hate America and/or all corportions are often confused about their own sexuality, study other men for their clothes or haircut, go to gyms for the “aerobics” only workout, have pencil necks, and ALL OF EM, EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM NEEDS THEIR FUCKING ASSES KICKED!

Now I’m not a violent man. I’ve been in my share of fights over the years. Of the four Dillon boys, I figured I fought the least. But I did fight just the same. I always held my own or won. Most fights are broken up before any real damage is done anyway. I did lose once; I was too drunk to fight and had no business fighting. I took a swing at the guy and missed so badly that I struck the sidewalk. I still have the scars on my hands and knuckles. He was wearing steel- toed work boots and while I was rolling on the sidewalk in pain he kicked the living hell out of me. Broke my ribs and my tailbone. Of course I had it coming, I was making out with his girl friend and he caught us. When I sobered up and healed up I did not go seeking revenge. I had it coming. I would have acted the same way if the roles where reversed. That’s life and I should never have gotten so drunk that I could not defend myself. I don’t care how big you are or how mean you are or how good you are in a fight, if there is a fight between a drunken man and a sober man; the sober man always will win.

Now, let’s take the case of Ward Churchill. I am sure there must be someone in his area that lost a loved one in the 9/11 tragedy. To hear that little faggot, government sponsored asshole, pencil necked, Jay Silverheels wannabe harping about the “little Eichmmans had it coming” well I wanna kick his ass and I didn’t know anyone personally that died in 9/11. If someone should walk over to him and splatter that little fairy’s nose all over his face I don’t think many would mind. In fact I think someone should hold him while we let someone who lost a love one in 9/11 takes batting practice on his rib cage. Or better yet a length of piano wire wrapped around his neck (so we wouldn’t have to listen to his crying and screaming like a little girl and you know he would) while the 9/11 victim knees Ms. Churchill's obviously shrunken nut sack to the base of his skull, over and over again.

Whoa- now I’m getting carried away. For all you lawyers reading this understand this – this is just a fantasy. I am not threatening the asshole A.K.A. Ward Churchill. The stress of not being able to straiten out this plastic banana America hater only adds to the pain in my neck. When you are in pain you find yourself wishing pain upon others,especially "enlightened" assholes like Ward Churchill.

If you haven’t been following the Ward Churchill story here are some background links here, here, and here.

And even more of his phoniness here and here.

And gut wrenching stench from Ward Churchill here.

My neck is about 90% now and there is not much pain and I have been getting to sleep at night, so my sweet disposition is returning. But if I were left alone in a room for five minutes with the likes of Ward Churchill, well let’s just say the controversy would be over and that little taxpayer-supported phony would resign and then would apologize to every 9/11 victim’s family personally. It’s time for all of us, including me, to stop turning over the responsibility of keeping people in this society in line over to the government and the lawyers. It’s time we took it upon ourselves to handle such situations.

After Ward “Silverheels” Churchill, let’s straiten out the likes of Al “the liar” Franken, John “still hasn’t signed form 180” Kerry, all of those fuckin’ gutless wonders known as Republican Senators, and the asshole liberal Supreme Court Justices who rule anyone under 18 isn’t mature enough to make decisions when they kill someone else but are mature enough to seek out and receive an abortion (kill a unborn baby) without their parent’s knowledge if they are under age of 18. Then maybe, just maybe, we could turn this society around.

Damn my neck is starting to hurt again.