Raider's Progeny

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First of all, I believe I need to explain the lack of content on my site. The reason behind this is that I clicked a wrong button and deleted every fucking thing. This really sucks. I checked my Dropbox account, as well as my Documents folders and sadly things such as "Me and I," are gone. I had a lot of shit that I was proud of, and it's all fucking gone.

I have to let it go, I know this. I am accepting the realization of the current developments and moving on. This is why I am writing this post. The previous paragraph was for you guys, not me.

Let's move on.

My dog, Raider, gave birth to five puppies about a month ago. The day they were born, I got off of work and took charge in naming the little gremlins. Here are the near-future shoe chewers and little boy best friends.

WARNING: Their mother's name is Raider, therefore I felt their names had to be fitting.

Introducing RAIDER

This is Raider. She is Awesome Sauce with Mc Donald's Chicken Nuggets. We got her shortly after Veltie was born. No, you can't have her. 

MADDEN

This is Madden, taken from the greatest coach in Raider history. I really hope that you caught that one (John Madden). She is a loner, hates her siblings' company, but enjoys limited human attention. She is a chunky-little-shit.

TIM

Tim is my buddy. He is named after possibly the greatest wide receiver in NFL history, Tim Brown. He is fiesty and loves to play. He is also a bit of an escape artist. He has no problem climbing out of a quite tall box (for him). 

BO

Bo is our other little girl. Her name is taken from the great running back, Bo Jackson. She is probably the calmest puppy I have ever seen. She is the text book definition of Cool.

MARCUS

Marcus is really quiet. His name is taken from Marcus Allen, look him up. Marcus is very shy and quite timid. He isn't really playful, but he does seem to be the target of his siblings' torment. Poor little guy.

HOWIE

Howie is probably the loudest of the bunch. There is absolutely no question when Howie is unhappy, or wants out of the box. He will whine relentlessly until you give him what he wants. Howie's name comes from Howie Long, the great Defensive End and current media personality. 

Well, that's the puppies. Stay tuned for more updates. If you want one of them in a couple of weeks, feel free to email me. I will not ship, and probably only deal with people in the local area, or those that I know. Don't be creepy.

Me and I

     Who am I going to be today?

I don't think of myself as eccentric. On the other hand, I don't believe that I am in the same zipcode as normal. When it comes to sanity, I believe that I was absent when those credentials were handed out. The biggest issue in all of this is that I never really feel alone.

I am an asshole, and I accept that. It really doesn't seem to bother me. The issue that bothers me seems to be the fact that I come out any time that there is any kind of hostility aimed at me. I will also come out without any kind of warning, and I appear to do it to protect me. I seem to push me out of the way in these kinds of situations. In these situations, me and I have very little knowledge of each other's existence.

I don't like to think of myself as insane. To me, it's nothing more than a small, cute eccentricity. I believe that it's less a case of a disorder, and more of a disassociation of my characteristics. I could argue (and lose) by saying that they are all me. I is not me, just as I am never myself. Ian is not me, we don't even like similar things, as well as my Little one is not anything like me or any of us. They are all completely separate of me, but still share a mental living space, as well as an executing platform.

They cannot live without me, just as I don't believe that I could exist in a comfortable existence without them. I have dealt with them since I became a lucid child, and I think that I have gained a few along the way.

I know, you think that I'm nuts, and I'm okay with that. Fuck you for your judgemental nature. I've never liked that about you. If I don't think that people will have adverse thought processes to what I have written then I am nuts. One thing that is good in all of this is that anything adverse thrown my way is something that I use to keep my drive, to fuel my desire to progress.

Though, progress isn't everything.

All of this writing doesn't take into account that I only have names for some of them. I am sure that they have their own names, but sometimes it's just easier to say "I," "me," "myself," and such. Ian didn't have a name until my wife named him. The Little one is unnamed and will probably remain that way, purely because his name is more than likely a derivative of my own.

Is this all eccentricities or should someone in my position seek professional help? As I have said, it doesn't seem to interfere in my personal or professional life. I also think that it doesn't adversely effect the lives of those around me. I could be wrong, but no one has come to me, asking if I have ever thought of seeing a shrink (in recent memory). I have also never been forcibly commited into an asylum. I am really looking forward to having some questions answered and some opinions thrown at me. Any input is greatly appreciated and will be thoughtfully read and answered.

Updates

Holy shit. It has been more than four months since I have written anything here. Where should I begin with the updates? Shortly after my last post, the wife and I moved to western South Dakota. While there, I worked on a ranch and my wife and I had our daughter. After four months of killing myself, we decided to move onto Wyoming, to be closer to family.

I know, my lack of attention here has lost whatever readers that I once had and I own that. Seven-day work weeks, a lack of internet connection, and recent additions to my immediate family have taken all of my spare time. I mean, I've barely had enough time to wipe my ass, but only on times where I don't have to shit. It's been horrendous! 

South Dakota was an experience that I wouldn't trade for the world, though. When you take away the lack of time with the family, the slave-driver of a ranch-manager, blown Jeep engine, and the lack of human interaction (aside from the constant contact with the aforementioned slave-driving ranch-manager), it was a wonderful period of my life. That, and the time spent with the owner of the ranch. He is one of the most awesome people I have ever had the opportunity to come across in my life.

Through all of South Dakota's insanity, I was blessed with a daughter. She's nearly four months old, now, but in mid-to-late August she was nine pounds, and twenty-one inches of pure Raider Fan. That's right, friends, she spent a good portion of her first day of life, curled up with her dad, watching pre-season Raider football. It's just too bad that our Jeep's engine blew on the way to come get us from the hospital. I will try not to dwell on that part, though.

Towards the end of November I got tired of being beaten like a rented mule (every fucking day), and looking for a way out of that insanity, we found the hole and jumped through it. I know, friends, you're asking yourselves, selves, why would Ray go to Wyoming? Ray hates Wyoming. Bad things come from and happen to Ray in Wyoming.

Trust me, I had a long talk with myself over this. I had an ex-wife from here, I have been stuck in this state twice in my life. I get it. But, all three of the previously mentioned issues came from one city in Wyoming, Rock Springs. I'm on the other side of the planet, as far as that is concerned. I am two whole miles from the Nebraska border. I might as well be on Mars. See what I mean?

I've missed you all and hope to stay in contact better than I have recently. Peace out, A-Town down.

Offline Warning

Because of a life-changing situation, I will be offline for a while. I am not sure whether or not I will be able to post here via the phone, or for how long our phone service will stay on. I will return as soon as possible, but I don't know when that will be. I will try and keep the lights on as long as I can and hope to keep you all up to date on the birth of our daughter.

Thank you for your time and interest in my interest, and hope to write more for you soon.

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A Little Personal Rant-Off

Today, I was looking at my visitor, reader, and subscriber numbers. I combed over the fact that one third of my visitors come from Twitter, as well as another third are coming from other social sites. I am amazed by the one third coming from Twitter, just because I really haven't seen any replies or direct messages (in Twitter) pertaining to my posts. Let's not get into the lack of comments on my posts, because I haven't seen any since I left Facebook.

On to a real post.

Upon looking at some news out of the San Francisco Bay Area, I am thinking that this is a move for more of a police state. There was a huge police shoot out on I-580 in Oakland, to the shooting death of a prospective Google employee, I think these are going to be the perfect ammo (pun intended), for an all out gun ban, either in the Bay Area, or throughout California. I really love the people that I affectionately call "stupids." They may not have any mental incapacitates, they could be completely capable of logical thought. It's usually tied completely to their inability to act like a normal human being. They go through life acting as though they only have use of their lizard brain, and choose not to utilize their logical abilities. It is these people who ruin our way of life. They are the reason that our governmental overlords feel as though they need to enforce the "Nanny State." I, personally, blame the stupids of every community for killing off our rights, and annihilating our personal freedoms. The stupids can't raise their children, the government can! The stupids can't keep their lives in order, the government can! You get the point.

I could call them idiots, but they aren't. They are perfectly capable of handling every aspect of their daily lives on their own. It really isn't physically difficult, nor is it rocket science. It's something that people have been doing for thousands of years. But it's this sort of stupidity that has opened up the hole for the government to feel as though it needs to be filled. A hole that entitles the government to take you as their ward. Congratulations, people. You are now the equivalent of a fucking child.

So, what now? It's a hell of a lot harder to back out of the garage, now that you've driven through it, and into the neighbor's pool. How do we fix the mess that we and our parents have gotten us into? We could blame our grandparent's generation, as well. It's their fault that they allowed for the largest government grab bag with "The New Deal." It really has been, since then, that we have spiralled downward into a big government necessity. Before that, the government was actually fearful of sticking their tentacles into their constituent's daily lives. After Franklin Delano Roosevelt tore-ass into the New Deal, and all of it's splendor, and gave us Social Security (and a fucking number to go with it), so-on, and so-forth, it essentially made it okay for the government to regulate every aspect of a given person's daily life. That opened the hole for Lyndon Baines Johnson and Medicaid, and now Barack Obama's Socialized Medical System (whatever it's going to be called).

I'm not completely opposed to social programs. I'm not against all government assistance. I am against the government believing that they can stick in their tentacles, once they agree to assist you. Once Obama's Medical System comes into fruition, do you honestly believe you can continue to eat your Big Macs and fries? Yeah, right. Your Chicken Mc Nuggets are out, too. Why do you think they are trying to kill your sodium intake, as we speak?