Friday, September 30, 2005

My little lapdog Alex

It is quite an amusement to me to be able to gather my followers into regular readers and brainwash them all into believing I am a fictional character. That fictional character, Maria, is a nice, quirky, happy go lucky kind of girl. She has a good sense of humour and is a little worried and vunerable about sailing. I produce this image in order to get things out of people. Maybe they will want to meet with me on my travels and I can get them to pay for meals and drinks and take advantage of their hospitality. Maybe they will offer to come and help me with my new flat in turkey, or maybe, just maybe they will kiss my ass all the time on my blog and make me feel worshiped. Ha ha ha, unsuspecting fools. I have to admit if I have a talent, it's pulling the wool over peoples eyes. Some eyes however are not fooled, and see through my aging act that they have seen time and time again. You can't win em all, but you sure can fool a lot of gullible suckers. Wonder if what Alex will give me if I'm nice to him.....

Thursday, September 29, 2005

Liz the lacky

I am just sitting here wondering what I did to be blessed with such a good friend as Liz. She is always finding me links to sites I might like, giving me invaluable advice and generally wedging herself up my arse. It's so nice to be able to live my life through the affirmations of people like Liz. What would I do without them? What would Liz do without me? I feel like a substitute for the kids she has brought up, now they have flown the nest. She can offer all of her worldly advice to me without fear of pushing me away.

I keep harping on about how I am an independant woman, seems odd I have to run every decision I make through my audience. Maybe I'm not so sure about myself after all.

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

A quick muse

I've been having a muse about my anonymous poster. I think I may have to have a good rethink about my personality and behaviour. I have always maintained that I am a great person, but as soon as I get a negative comment on my blog, I jump to the conclusion that it is someone that knows me. Why is that? Is it because deep down I know the truth about myself but my conscience keeps it covered up from me? If someone dislikes me and I assume it MUST be someone that knows me, then surely that says that I know that I am an unpleasant person for people to have to experience. I wonder how many other people I have left littered across the globe that despise me? Foo wee.

Dear Anonymous

Whoever the anonymous poster is in Fish faces blog, I LIKE YOUR STYLE. I'm sending you out a big virtual hi 5. Keep up the good work. Foo wee.

Monday, September 26, 2005

Two faced cow's udder

I wonder why I can be so openly rude and nasty when commenting on someone elses site, that most of my fans don't visit, whereas I won't dare to do it on my site. Maybe it's because I don't want my real personality to seep through?

Some examples from are

There's one thing about Finn. He ain't fat like his mother!Maria Homepage 09.26.05 - 3:06 pm #

Where's she gone? Running scared. Hey, Candi, you should see what she said about you on her son's blog. Imagine in the future when Thin learns how to read and he'll come across the vile language of his mother and think, dang, and she calls herself a mother!Maria Homepage 09.26.05 - 4:00 pm #

She's bonkers!Ooh! I don't deserve it! OOOH! My life will be so lacking without Thin in my life and his Fat Mom.Maria Homepage 09.26.05 - 5:58 pm #

Talk about 2 sides to a personality! Foo wee.

You can be types of things, but inside you can be as crazy as a cuckoo on speed. You can be all those things in the picture, you can hide your real self from most people around you, but every so often, a little bit will slip out to those who are watching. Dang. They're watching. Foo wee.

I spy with my eagles eye, something beginning with F

I'm keeping my eagle eye on Francesco's blog. I am so pissed off because he won't let me comment to respond on his site, however, if I harp on about it in my blog, people might cotton on to quite how bothered I still am about it. I try to make out I am getting on with life, but behind my masquerade, I am a broken woman who has no dream left.

Saturday, September 24, 2005

Pippa the skippers revelation

Pippa sent me this photo of her over today. It came as a pleasant surprise to me that Pippa the skipper actually used to be Phillip the errrm tranny. I was surprised at first by Pip's revelation but then considering the fact that Pippa is still pre-op, the obvious bonuses came to mind. I think Pippa and I will get on really well. I'm so pleased I've met Pippa, at last someone normal just like me to share my up's and downs and life at sea. Foo wee.

My crazy stalking sister

This is my crazy stalking estranged half sister who has been littering my blog with comments I can't delete. I thought I would put her picture up to shock her and also to shame her into stopping her ridiculous actions. How can she live with herself spreading evil lies about me? I don't understand.
What I can't quite understand is why I have any pictures of her still. I still maintain I dislike this individual immensely as she is a greedy liar, but I don't know why I still hold onto the picture.
Ding, lightbulb moment. I just remembered. It's so that when I snuff it, they can more easily identify the recipient of my estate. Dang, how could I of forgotten that. Foo wee.

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Hoorah! At long last I feel the nightmare is beginning to come to an end. I can exclusively reveal I have found my female saviour. She is a female skipper called Pippa and she is currently in negations with me about skippering my boat in March. She is absolutely fabulous. She has been a skipper for about 36 years, so well experienced in all waters. We have been e-mailing for a few days now and I feel we have a deep connection already. We have really bonded and I feel she will be great for me and my wonderful boat Abigpileof Crap. She sent me a picture only last night actually and she is not quite what I expected, but none the less, her credentials are great. She is about a size 22, has short cropped brown hair and a rather manly style of dress. I am so glad we will be sailing together, all girls together and all that jazz. Seems she hasn't had a boyfriend in years, so we'll be soulmates in that department I can assure you. She seems so keen I can't tell you. Particularly on seeing pictures of me and the sleeping quarters. I've assured her comfort, so I can only hope she comes on board with me, to make my dreams come true. Foo wee, and 3 cheers for Pippa the skipper.

Sunday, September 18, 2005

Poor Bob represents the swing of my moods when I get to 'danger bitch' staus. That is when all the hate, bile and venom comes out directed to those who are close to me. The opposite end would be when I am loved up and willing to do any household duties for my man like cooking his breakfast to perfection, or showering people with my fantastic generous personality. Even if I had been dumped, I would allow him to stay on in the house and wish him well. This is just prior to declaring that I hate him and want him and all his smuggness out of my house. The bits inbetween are a range of these two emotions jumbled up. You see I am a very confused and emotionally challenged person who cannot help but swing from one direction to the other with my emotions. What a shame it's always those closest to me that feel the wrath of my problems. Foo wee.

Stop, stop, pleas stop!!!!

Ok, take a moment to read this. It's so funny but pathetic, I can't quite believe it.

Woeful Wench
Why is this hurting so much? It's because I am a good person. A loving person. A sincere person. A trusting person. I'm bright. Passionate. A true adventuress in the making. I make people smile. I used to be a sad teen. I started to grow up in my 20's. I matured a mere year ago. I was so happy and proud of myself to finally feel good about me. About being me. And this man is walking away from a person who I would love to spend the rest of my life with myself! This is what I find hard to understand. The fact that I'm not your average chick. It's not as if we've just spent the past 7 months going out on dinner dates and getting to know each other's favourite aftershaves or perfumes or favourite colours or cocktails. No. We just spent 7 months talking about voyaging around the fucking world. That's not your average relationship.So fuck you for leaving me. I'm a dream come true for a true sailor who wants to combine adventure with true love, and you walked away from that.

Ok, so what kind person writes something like that? Correct, a mad one. I mean, just listen to it for Christs sake! 'I'm so great and wonderful and he's a wanker because he doesn't want me.' Puuuurrlease stop posting utter crap like this because after having a baby, too much laughing can make you wet yourself!. Foo wee.

How long will it be before this post is deleted from ? Books are now open, I'm betting less than 24 hours. Any more offers?
By the way, it's boring, whingey, self absorbed and full of lies so don't bother reading it all. Foo wee.

Disbelief and Anger
I think I understand. And then I don't understand. I think I'm over this love. And then I feel the love again. I don't want to feel the love. He doesn't feel the love. He lost the love, as the late British comedian,Henry Cooper would say, "Just like that!". Just like that. Like that. Puff! Another blogster who was also cruely dumped, hit the nail on the head with a jackhammer when she said that breaking up is exactly that. Breaking up. All the body and mind networking over 7 months is having to unravel itself from a person who is walking away as if his packaging and connection with another were made of wet tissue paper. When I fell in love, I used good quality steel to link myself to a person with whom I believed I would spend the rest of my life. I thought I'd found my soul mate. Silly me.The more time that passes between the awful summer with his parents and horror of horrors, me reclaiming the bill of sale, the more I think that this entire situation is a farce and is so very not worth breaking up over. Now, he will beg to differ and it is this difference of view that makes me wonder just how deeply this fellow actually loved me. I really did give my all. My entire self to this relationship. There wasn't one part of me that doubted our future. But looking back, I am able to see many moments of doubt in the mind of the man who I believed in. I also wonder if he might actually have been a bit surprised that we did get a boat and well, it wasn't really what he wanted. Maybe he fancied a bit of a fling with me, things moved fast, he certainly needed a place to move to when Namibia fell apart and well, things moved way too fast and bang wham boodely doo, we get a boat. Oh fuck, he thinks, I'll have to commit myself to this woman now. Yes, I really wonder if he was ready for this relationship and for real love. In one of his first e-mails to me he lambasted me for not knowing what real love is like. He'd been broken many times before by women, and not for want of trying on his behalf. Well, I gave him no cause to doubt my love for him. Even during the summer vacation from hell, it was very obvious that I loved him to death. Women don't get emotional and swim out in stinky shrimp skanky water for a bloke they merely fancy.So, yeah, I wonder about this man who still calls me 'darling' and who occassionally touches me tenderly or holds my hand, even though he is leaving me. I wonder about how much he really loved me and if indeed he can ever love truly. He acts like an android with no feelings when it comes to remembering the good times we had.He only sees the summer when we did have a choice to say no to his parents. We did have a choice. I don't care how old his father is, they should have waited till April. Their coming onboard at the beginning of this dream destroyed us. Destroyed us. And it was a dream. Do you realise just how full-on the relationship had been from day one. Two strangers meeting. Living together the first day they met. Finding a boat together. I can tell you all now that I needed a summer vacation. I needed time alone with this man who I loved so deeply. Time alone on the boat. It wasn't as if we hadn't seen his parents recently. We spent the spring vacation with them and he was back off home at the end of November for about 6 weeks.So, I am suffering still. With him in my house he serves up a daily reminder of the good times. I have to begin to hate him. To see his bad points. He is fickle. He cannot forgive. He walks away when he should try to work things out.How can somebody find breaking up easy to do. He seems to be an expert at it. He has certainly exaggerated things about me. I now wonder if he did the same with the other women who he left. I feel anger again. Anger at possibly giving too much of myself to a man who didn't really care for a future afterall.Before he moved to Japan, he wrote things like, 'Oh, I feel as if we are already married'. My heart jumped. Then he arrived in Japan and asked me to marry him whilst we were in the supermarket. It was a joke. But still my heart jumped. We then had an awakening time down on the boat in Kobe when I found out that he didn't intend to ever marry me. I was so shocked. I stared at him across the opened out chart table, a hot nabe steaming between us, and I asked him how could he have joked and spoken of marriage before, knowing very well that I had fallen so deeply in love with him. To console me he said that he'd marry me when we got a boat. We got a boat. He didn't even speak of marriage. Upon standing for the first time upon the boat in Mexico, there wasn't even a hug of joy from him. I had to nudge him to figuratively carry me over the invisible threshold to this new and great life on the sea. I'm not saying that getting betrothed was my be all and end all, but if a man talks of marriage, then he must expect the woman to take it at least a little bit to heart.I really cannot see how he can leave me over such trifle things. Time heals the past. The summer was farcical. We should be able to laugh at it. But he seems to have lost his sense of humor and his ability to love.I hate him. He very nearly destroyed my soul.On a lighter note, the vegetables in the picture were free. Little old ladies leave their surplus fruits of the hatakes in front of the mini shrines in the 'hood. Sweet, huh.

Please do not forgive me. I don't want you to. It would damn well spoil all my fun. Anyway, I know you don't mean it as you post something one second then the opposite the next. I think you suffer with multiple personality syndrome because it's just not normal. Not normal at all. Foo wee.

Saturday, September 17, 2005

A poem by Gwendolyn Brooks entitled The Crazy Woman

I shall not sing a May song.
A May song should be gay.
I'll wait until November
And sing a song of gray.

I'll wait until November
That is the time for me.
I'll go out in the frosty dark
And sing most terribly.

And all the little people
Will stare at me and say,
"That is the Crazy Woman
Who would not sing in May."

I am a crazy woman

I have moods swings which go from ecstatic about my future to being on the point of suicide. I'm sure this has a medical name!

One of the parts of being crazy or mad whatever you want to call it, is that it is not normally recognised by the person who is crazy. They listen to why people think they are mad, but they are so self absorbed and well...mad, that they can't understand. To everyone else it is really obvious, but to that person, they just will never see it. If many people who know you say you are crazy I suppose you start to think they are all out to blacken your name as you know you're not, but if so many people say something like that, theres got to be some reason why. Being crazy is crap. Foo wee.

Friday, September 16, 2005

Well my big plans fell through, all my big talk came to nothing. I couldn't arsed to go out into the city so I stayed local and got hammered as usual. Now I feel miserable again and I hate him, and I want him out of my house damn it! You see when I drink I get mood swings like you wouldn't believe, like a giant slow moving pendulum. For gods sake why won't the fucker move out without his money???? It's only $20 000 for sake's sake!

Now I'm a singleton again I'm going to go into the city on my own for some fun fun fun. Translated for you, I'm going to latch onto people who look like they have money and get them to buy me drinks all night, in return I will flirt like crazy and maybe give one or more of them a blow job. Wish me luck. Foo wee.

I'm so happy now, I don't need a man, I want to be my old self again. The happy highly witty old me. I wish him well with what ever he does, I don't care anymore. I won't carry on missing him and whining anymore, I will get on with my life, which by the way, will be better than his. Foo wee.

I'm so sad, I can't get over the fact that he, that bastard, has left me for a few misunderstandings on our holiday! Oh when will this sadness ever go, i can't bear it. I love him with all my soul. Foo wee.

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Running scared from the truth

Sheesh! Make up your mind, first you ban me, then you don't then you do it again. Bit like everything in your life, here, gone, back again, fucked off.

Just can't hack the truth can you? You can't deal with me saying things you don't want to hear ie the truth. When Francesco has had enough and starts to reveal more truths about you, you'll be banning him next to hide the truth from your 'fans'. Foo wee.

You should be ashamed

I have an alcohol problem. At 37 you would think I would know better, but apparently not. I still binge drink on a regular basis and have the mood swings to prove it. Foo wee.

Sunday, September 11, 2005

My family tree

Hi there...this is me. Mom said I got all the good looks and no brains. I love being a dude hound. Boys make spit roll down my chin. I have a stomach problem and fart a lot.

This is my mom. She has lots of boyfriends. One of them has a job. She says with a little luck I could be a garbage man one day.

This is my brother Hank. He is in jail right now. When he gets out he is not allowed to be around animals and kitchen appliances.

My grandmom lives with us in our trailer. She smells real bad. She likes to hang out in bars and drink beer. Grandma has sores all over and they leak yellow stuff on the furniture. The flies are terrible.

My mom says she is almost positive this is my dad. He lives in a Federal Penitentiary in Montana. When he gets out in 55 years we are going fishing.

My younger sister Jill lost all her teeth. She was licking an eggbeater after mom made a cake and my cousin Jimmy turned it on by accident.

We are proud of my older brother Barney. He is only 27 and all ready in the 4th grade. He wants to be a Doctor and can write his own name.

My half brother JimBob and his wife. She is a hottie. They raise Possum in their back yard. They are not allowed to have children.

This is my older sister Sue Ellen. She has 15 kids and they all look different. We depend on her welfare check to get by. She has a disease that makes her itch.

Jethro is my 1st cousin. He runs a tomato stand down by the highway. He once went 53 days without taking a bath.

This is Buck. He is my second cousin. He is pretty smart. Buck is going to be a dentist some day. He does all the work on our teeth.

This is my sisters boyfriend for now. His name is Garry. He fixes lawn mowers in the city. My sister says he has a hairy butt.

These are 2 kids we throw stuff at. There used to be 3 of them. Mom says we can't throw heavy stuff any more.

Jake holds the park record. He once jumped over 7 trailers. Jake crashed a lot and talks real slow now. His doctor told him to wear a helmet.

My uncle Marky is still having problems. He doesn't know what he wants in life anymore. He is a Vietnam War hero and now sells perfume at a department store.

This is my stepbrother Phil. He had a hunting accident years ago. The bullet is lodged just over his right ear. It's hard to understand him sometimes and he always stinks like rotten cheese.

This is our cousin Wayne who lives in England.

Sigh, I must go and tell all to Tonko tonight. I fear she will shed a tear for me. Tears of relief as she won't be losing one of her very best customers. If I was to leave with Francesco, her takings would plummet, so I guess she's going to breathe a sigh of relief that I will stay and drink myself through my sorrow. Foo, hic, wee.

I have decided to analyze some of my previous posts and see where it has all gone wrong. Usually I find a way to wind people round my little finger with lies and manipulation, but I don't understand what has failed. Maybe there is something in the Italians that is immune to my mind bending. To help my vast readership and fans along with this I have written my thoughts in red.

The relationship between F and myself is over.The boat is no longer mine. (It never was mine to start with) I borrowed 20k from Fs parents (I manipulated old people into giving me money and I hoped I would never have to pay it back). Borrowed. But they see it as being their boat now(they paid for it, so it is theirs) So I am now in a cheap hostel (which kind of suits me). Alone in Mexico (this is solely my own fault for acting like a schizo). My dream to sail around the world on Grey Dawn is over. All that effort over the past few months. All the saving I did for the two of us to make this dream come true (trying to make him feel obliged to come back to me here). All those frigging meatballs (seems I would do anything to keep a man). The flights to Italy (anyone would have thought from this I wasn't grateful for his family accommodating me and their hospitality, not to mention all the free food and drink... of yeah and the ring), Mexico and Mexico again (for the boat that I and I alone masterminded of course). The drill and a hell of alot of other stuff that I bought for the boat (I always have to reclaim what is mine, even maybe even a few things that weren't mine...). Believing in him to make this dream come true when all his mother had ever done was think him only good enough for working in a post office (maybe this was an error, slagging off someones parents is never a good idea when trying to get back into their good books). A parasite on my effort to make this dream come true (again, referring to him as a parasite may not have been point winning).Fact. (Fiction) I made this dream come true. With my hardearned money (now hardearned may be pushing it a bit).Now a rich family have taken this away from me (hmmm, I have may brought this on myself actually rather than it being their fault because I acted like a lunatic). I believed in this (because I live in cuckoo land). Not his frigging mother (ooh, I insulted his mother again, I think I can see where I was going wrong now).Why did this happen (because I'm mad and they found out)?Well, I couldn{t stand being on a boat with his parents for my entire vacation so obviously I wasn{t a bundle of joy (understatement, I was a raving lunatic).I tried to kill myself twice but a} the fish gutting knife was too blunt and b} F caught me before I threw myself overboard (this wasn't really true, I tried to emotionally blackmail him with my cries for help, but that didn't seem to work either).I told F that we wouldn{t last if his parents came onboard at the beginning of this fucking dream (emotional blackmail again).I warned him. But no, emotional blackmail about his dad being old and wanting to share in his son{s dream and all that crap (maybe this wasn't crap, and it wasn't him doing the blackmailing, afterall, they did finance the boat and living with others on a boat for a while shouldn't have been that bad, how will I cope doing it with strangers in the future?)...and so I{m the wicked witch of the Far East again (again, yes there seems to be a pattern emerging here, get close to people, treat them like shit, they leave or cut contact, repeat process).Still, life goes on.Dang! Wish I could get an earlier flight back to Japan (I wouldn't have though because I had to fling myself at him a few more times). I will head up to LA tomorrow and get on standby for the first flight out. (this was written for effect so if he read it he would come chasing after me begging me not to go.) Well, here{s to a new life without my boat (never was MY boat, I kept forgetting that).Ja ne. (Foo wee)

So now I am starting to see what went wrong. Maybe slandering his family and accepting no responsibily had a smidgen to do with what happened. I will have to ponder this revelation. Foo wee.

Poor Orphan Annie

Oh if only I had a family to run to right now. They could make feel all better and love me. Problem is, I turned on them when they tried to help me in the past. I stole from them and was really nasty about them. Guess that's why none of them want to know me now. Nevermind, I'll write them some viscous letters and e-mails, that should make me feel better. Foo wee.

Green eyed Bead

The green eyed monster comes out again. I can't stand not knowing where my love is and when he goes away, I think I will go 100% insane, opposed to the 99% I am now. It will drive me over the edge. Who will he meet, what girls will be trying to chat him up on the e-mail???? I have lost control and I can't stand it. Foo wee.

I could use a little head...

Well then orange sir, I may be just the person you are looking for to give them a little head. It helps me through my grief you see. Give me a call, and you never know maybe we could go sailing around the world together... I feel a deep connection with you. Foo wee.

Saturday, September 10, 2005

My August Surprise

I was pondering today about my August surprise. I didn't realise my evil sister had become clairvoyant and knew what was about to happen to change my life so drastically during the month of August. No wonder she's been so smug all this time about my relationship with Tosco, she knew all along that it was going to fail. Actually, I guess you wouldn't have to be clairvoyant to know that, you would just have to know me. Selfish, manipulative, scheming, sly people don't generally get on well with others. Foo wee.

I want a family

Ah, sisters. If only I knew where my nice sister Felicity, I mean Joan is now. I'm sure my evil sister knows but is keeping it from me. I would get on with her better I would, she'd like me the best. I wonder if she owns much property or has a rich husband, may be worth thinking about now I have lost the ability to tap into the rich Italian family. Foo wee.

Ok, so the real world didn't need my attention because in truth, in the real world I have no family, no friends well... no nothing really. This is why I am addicted to blogging. I get to write my life out in an edited way so I appear to be something I am not, and gain sympathy from gullible readers. It also gets me lots of attention which I simply can't live without, even if I must get it by boasting about giving blowjobs to strange men in London nightclubs whilst at my beloved Grampy's funeral. I'm a sick fuck really if you hadn't noticed. Foo wee.

Moronic announcement

I have a moronic announcement. I'm taking some time off blogging. I'll give the REAL world my full attention. This is a half arsed attempt to prove to my beloved that he means more to me than my blog as he has stated in his blog. Bye blogging world. Foo wee.

Thursday, September 08, 2005

Francesco, get it before you go!

Just so as you know Francesco, she will be receiving her share of the inheritance money (over £60 000) within a couple of weeks, so don't let her fob you off with any lies about not having money. Make sure you get what is your families becausebelievee me, she'll not be falling over herself to give the money back to you! Be warned. Foo wee.

Bye bye Fish

So the blog is gone. A victory for us normal people as you can't spew any more venom or lies, but how long will it last I wonder. Not long for a guess. She really can't live without having a huge fanbase and loyal readers, and also, I think she'll feel she is depriving people, so she couldn't possibly give up for the sake of a man. Foo wee.

Will you all wake up and smell the coffee please? You have all decided I am a nasty crazy woman and that Maria is great, but in fact you have it backwards. Francesco has now seen the real person but yet the rest of you still choose to believe that people that know her in the flesh have no idea of her true character! How stupid is that!

She unfortunately has many bad habits which include getting drunk and arguing sometimes violently with people, sleeping around, writing reams upon reams of crappy letters absorbed in self pity, manipulation, thieving, making false claims against people including some claims made recently against my father, which also were untrue. He only wishes he had clouted her a few times, it might have knocked some sense into her thick skull.

All this self pity is really sickening and in her own words, it is always someone else's fault. Francesco's for inviting his parents to a boat they financed, or his parents for trying to involve her. Either way in her mind that all equates to a conspiracy against her. I am also glad Francesco noticed the alcohol and the effects it has on her. I am only sorry he has had to witness all of this first hand. As for her being a slapper, too bloody right F! Do you know that at her 'beloved' grandfathers funeral, she sat in the bar afterwards consuming copious amounts of alcohol and was virtually shouting about her sexual conquests and where and when she had given men blow jobs! The rest of the family were so ashamed, she was an absolute disgrace. But in her mind you see SHE was the ONLY one who loved him and all the other relatives had nothing but greed in their eyes when they went to the funeral, yeah right. They had to get into his house and remove valuable items before she got in there, because as you now know she will thieve what she believes she is entitled to have, even if she doesn't actually have any right to take said things. She is a complete head case and I just hope no woman (or man) is sucked in enough by her offer to crew the boat and to be tied to a boat with her at sea for weeks or months at a time. Just imagine! Foo wee.

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

"My blog has always been about honesty blah blah blah"

So why do you write pathetic posts which you then delete. I'll tell ya, because you're a complete and total nutter. If that blog was a true reflection of you and your life you'd leave your posts there as a testament to your duel personality, but you don't. That's because you think you are fooling everyone in cyberspace into thinking you are a nice person and all of this is Francesco's fault. I think however, some numbskulls are finally starting to see through you. At long bloody last. Foo wee.

To Francesco

I hope things do go well for you. I know you think I may have been a bit mean to you, but believe me, it was all directed at her, not you. When you leave you will get streams of e-mails some nice, some evil, but the best thing to do will be to ignore them. As you now know, attention matters, a lot.
You may not like me, but I above everyone else understand what is happening here. She WILL try to screw you out of the money, she WILL be lovely then vile and she WILL do underhanded things such as snatching papers. Now maybe you understand where I am coming from, and why I relish her misery after many years of suffering the same from her (and yes, she buttered over our past relationship too).

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

Don't blame the Americans

In response to Fish Faces slagging off of americans and saying that they deserved there lives to be destroyed by a natural disaster (on YBW forums) because of the global warming issues, I would like to remind her that everyday americans don't make the laws. They have people to do that for them, like George Bush. Most americans didn't vote for him, so I guess it's not their fault afterall. What is deserved is that you are on your own and crying tears because Tosco had the good sense to leave you. You are trying to make it out that it is his fault for inviting his parents onto the boat...yeah right, thats the only issue here. GET REAL. It's you, plan and simple... just you. Anyway back to the point, here is an open letter to George Bush from Michael Moore. I suppose you think he deserved to have his life ruined as well, afterall, he is american.

Friday, September 2nd, 2005
Dear Mr. Bush:
Any idea where all our helicopters are? It's Day 5 of Hurricane Katrina and thousands remain stranded in New Orleans and need to be airlifted. Where on earth could you have misplaced all our military choppers? Do you need help finding them? I once lost my car in a Sears parking lot. Man, was that a drag.
Also, any idea where all our national guard soldiers are? We could really use them right now for the type of thing they signed up to do like helping with national disasters. How come they weren't there to begin with?
Last Thursday I was in south Florida and sat outside while the eye of Hurricane Katrina passed over my head. It was only a Category 1 then but it was pretty nasty. Eleven people died and, as of today, there were still homes without power. That night the weatherman said this storm was on its way to New Orleans. That was Thursday! Did anybody tell you? I know you didn't want to interrupt your vacation and I know how you don't like to get bad news. Plus, you had fundraisers to go to and mothers of dead soldiers to ignore and smear. You sure showed her!
I especially like how, the day after the hurricane, instead of flying to Louisiana, you flew to San Diego to party with your business peeps. Don't let people criticize you for this -- after all, the hurricane was over and what the heck could you do, put your finger in the dike?
And don't listen to those who, in the coming days, will reveal how you specifically reduced the Army Corps of Engineers' budget for New Orleans this summer for the third year in a row. You just tell them that even if you hadn't cut the money to fix those levees, there weren't going to be any Army engineers to fix them anyway because you had a much more important construction job for them -- BUILDING DEMOCRACY IN IRAQ!
On Day 3, when you finally left your vacation home, I have to say I was moved by how you had your Air Force One pilot descend from the clouds as you flew over New Orleans so you could catch a quick look of the disaster. Hey, I know you couldn't stop and grab a bullhorn and stand on some rubble and act like a commander in chief. Been there done that.
There will be those who will try to politicize this tragedy and try to use it against you. Just have your people keep pointing that out. Respond to nothing. Even those pesky scientists who predicted this would happen because the water in the Gulf of Mexico is getting hotter and hotter making a storm like this inevitable. Ignore them and all their global warming Chicken Littles. There is nothing unusual about a hurricane that was so wide it would be like having one F-4 tornado that stretched from New York to Cleveland.
No, Mr. Bush, you just stay the course. It's not your fault that 30 percent of New Orleans lives in poverty or that tens of thousands had no transportation to get out of town. C'mon, they're black! I mean, it's not like this happened to Kennebunkport. Can you imagine leaving white people on their roofs for five days? Don't make me laugh! Race has nothing -- NOTHING -- to do with this!
You hang in there, Mr. Bush. Just try to find a few of our Army helicopters and send them there. Pretend the people of New Orleans and the Gulf Coast are near Tikrit.
Michael Moore
P.S. That annoying mother, Cindy Sheehan, is no longer at your ranch. She and dozens of other relatives of the Iraqi War dead are now driving across the country, stopping in many cities along the way. Maybe you can catch up with them before they get to DC on September 21st.