There Are Others Of Us

I will not complain today. That much..

Sometimes I forget that I am surrounded by billions of other people on this world.


Many of them are going about their daily grind at this very moment; having their coffee, walking to the store on the corner for toilet paper, taking a pee off their back porch as they look across their families fields of corn or wheat, walking to the mailbox in your underwear, making steam monsters inside a freezing car as the heater does its job; standing at the end of the driveway watching a school bus full of little, squealing ankle biters fading off in the distance, feeling lonely all of a sudden; but don’t tell the wife or she’ll start cooing and call you a “big ol’baby”.

There are millions of others on our world that scream and wet their pants when a car backfires. There are millions of  others on our world that are digging thru mountains of debris looking for grandma or grandpa and snakes.

There are millions of others on our world that are cooking stale corn meal over a buffalo shit fire and filtering some drinking water thru an old tee-shirt and sand..There are millions of others on our world that are waiting for the sun to come back, or Jesus, or the mothership…

Allahu Akbar….


Fear God, not man…

imagesdenialWhat a crock of shit.

Lets face reality, people.

There are millions of others on our world that will not have a meal today and tomorrow isn’t looking good either. Maybe the rebel or government troops won’t steal the food from the relief organizations this time. They wonder if cannabalism is really all that bad.

wp-1459466600448.jpgThere are others on our world that will wonder what that noise is, right before the building explodes.

There are others on our world , millions of PEOPLE, that are not “blessed” or “lucky” enough to have what millions of us have; like a grocery store that throws away tons of perfectly edible food on a weekly basis.

I’ve witnessed it.

There are others on our world that would be grateful for a spoon of oatmeal or maybe a nice, hot shower or hell, maybe some timely penicillin.

There are others on our world that have never seen a TV, a car, an aspirin, an iPhone or a Kardashian…

I woke up this morning, like millions of others on our world, worrying about my bills, being at work on time, 52 year old aches and pains and a noisy coffee maker; then, I saw this: Sacrifice

I didn’t wake up dead this morning but, I complained about my life.

I cried for a baby and her dead parents this morning, then I remembered.fb_img_1462714108215.jpg

I reminded myself to be grateful and happy

I stopped what I was doing and began to do my little guilt routine.

As I walked around my bed, making it up, I told myself to be grateful, told myself what I should be happy for and why, to REMIND myself how truly blessed” “lucky” or “providentially gifted” or just in the right place at the right time, stumbling around bleery eyed in this little tiny apartment, in this little bitty city, in this tiny weeny country on this little bitty planet in this big old universe.

I have to remind myself to be grateful.

Think about that for a bit today.

Shouldn’t being grateful come naturally, shouldn’t it be kind of like an instinct?

I have to remind myself to be happy, some days… wp-1459466533709.png

Sometimes life gets in the way of living, and we forget the present moment is all we truly have and that each breath is a gift in this, our miracle of existence that defy any explanations or the limitation of human thought or expression.

We forgot how to be ourselves because we did it to ourselves and others.

I will not complain today.

Please remember that everything is impermanent, nothing lasts forever, but this includes all aspects of the human condition or life situation; such as, happy can be happier, best can be better or my coffee can be ready on time.

We are what we think we are, we create our reality or our perception of it.

Don’t even get me started on the treachery of perception.

Do you have to remind yourselves to be grateful or happy?

I will not complain today but, tomorrow…..I’m pretty sure I’ll have to remind myself to be happy and grateful, again.

Don’t be me….

Love, everything.

Love, everybody.

Help someones life be better.wpid-adversity.jpeg

Even if it kills you.

Merry Ho Ho Christmas  y’all ..










Disclaimer: I am newly, 52 years old and I may be experiencing a mid-life thingy. I won’t call it a crisis because I’m not IN crisis.

Or, maybe that’s what the crisis wants me to think….

Stay back, paranoia!!

So, please forgive me if my blog may tend to wander thru mysticism, spirituality, religion, agnosticism, politics, the benefits of the mushroom in the worship of a great white buffalo or waiting on that UFO that dropped our ‘first parents’ off here, thousands OR millions of years ago; depending on your familial school of thought or how you’re particular faith-based group in your neighborhood led you to believe, in a botched attempt to grow a new food source that was stupid and got fat easily….kinda like cows.

I believe that an unseen deity put our first progenitors on this earth, naked…in a perfect garden and told them….BEHAVE.

Not even God is that stupid.

Oh, plus the fact that we’re in a scientifically proven and individually, visually confirmed huge ass galaxy that is surrounded by other, quoting Carl Sagan “Billions and billions of galaxies” end partial quote.

Follow this next thought with me….

If God was an actual scientist; and I believe that all evidence, that we naked apes are capable of understanding point to the fact that, He/She/I Am does occasionally dabble in the sciences.

If “God” wanted to create an experiment where he has access to unlimited material, unlimited time, unlimited knowledge, unlimited space and NO bosses or alphabetized federal agency looking over his shoulder, do you actually believe that he would only have ONE species as his primary focus? Even I, in my sadly, limited and Google accessible scientific prowess know that there is always a control group in ANY experiment.

…several control groups.

Oh lord, I can hear the Jesus, Mohammed freaks now…

“God doesn’t need a control group! He’s GOD!!”

Calm down! Stay back , I’m on your side!

(Sound of whip cracking and animals roaring)


Hell, here I go:

We don’t know if we are even the first attempt in this experiment…

We may not even be the initial, hopefully anticipated outcome of the experiment.

We may be a control group that is going bat shit and has been set aside on a shelf, checked every few million years for any change, be it progressive or regressive, the results recorded and noted for reevaluation at a later date.

(God in a lab coat, shaking his head, scribbles on his clipboard)

“Hmmmmm, not good” he says “Not good at all” then….he starts erasing…..

I think the great flood in the Bible was actually a heavenly lab attendant attempting to wash us out of a petri dish and God stopping him at the last-minute….

Ooooo…I think I’ll start a church.

Anywho, let me get back to my point (Man that’s some wicked coffee)

Mankind is arrogant.

Mankind is superficial, greedy, violent, narcissistic  and collectively insane…

Let me quote Eckhart Tolle:

The collective manifestations of the insanity that lies at the heart of the human condition constitute the greater part of human history. It is to a large extent a history of madness. If the history of humanity were the clinical case history of a single human being, the diagnosis would have to be: chronic paranoid delusions, a pathological propensity to commit murder and acts of extreme violence and cruelty against his perceived “enemies”—his own unconsciousness projected outward. Criminally insane, with a few brief lucid intervals.” – A New Earth: Awakening to Your Life’s Purpose.

But, then someone on this earth goes and does something selfless, beautiful and charitable….

Showing hope. Showing progress. Showing potential.

There is nothing more that the present moment in this existence.

The past is past; let it guide you, not define you; “It is in the nature of things that joy arises in a person free from remorse.” – Buddha

There is no future, only dreaming of one.

Tomorrow is optimism OR pessimism….depending on your mood but, tomorrow never really comes….

We are living moment to moment; because I know that, every one of us, have heard the saying “Man plans, God laughs his ass off” Well, maybe not exactly….that way…

Few of us ever live in the present. We are forever anticipating what is to come or remembering what has gone.
― Louis L’Amour

Jesus said, in the New International version of the Bible (translation attempt 554); according to Matthew 6:34 “Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.”

Buddha also reportedly said “Ardently do today what must be done. Who knows? Tomorrow, death comes.”

That’s not being morbid, that’s fact…

We.Do.Not.Know…so why keep acting like we do?

If you have so much faith in a God, you’re supposed to let him handle everything, TRUST IN HIM.

How can people “faithfully” do that and worry about a tomorrow?

Another thing; how can you believe “faithfully” in forgiveness when you let the mistakes in your past affect you in the present moment and for that matter or allow people in your life to remind you of your past mistakes?

People that do that are the worst kind of ugly scar.

“God” is in us all.

“God” cannot be described

“God” is “I AM”

Think about that for a second….

Why would he say that?

How many times do we say that a day, “I AM”?

Are we comparing ourselves to “God” are we blaspheming or are we reaffirming our innate knowledge that we and God are one and the same?

“I AM Trey”

“I AM here”

“I AM doing something”

“I AM your friend”

“…..I AM listening”

Wow….I love exploration and self discovery.

I love traveling thru my mind…..

I just thought of something else….I know nothing, Jon Snow…

When I am typing and farting around on my humble blog, I am not thinking…..

I am just….being present……being here, at this moment.

By the time I wonder “What will the next moment bring?” I have already passed thru “that moment”

Hard to explain…

I’m sorry, I know I’m going on and on about drivel but, I just wanted to share my mid-life situation with y’all this morning.

I’ll leave you with this; and it’s true

If you only think about what you are doing right now, you have no capacity to worry.

Think about THAT

“Treat everyone you meet as if they were you.”
― Doug Dillon

“Do it now, then….?” – Trey (that’s me)

“If you are depressed, you are living in the Past. If you are anxious, living in the future. If you are at peace you are living in the moment.” – Lao Tzu

PS: We have had so many wonderful, enlightened teachers throughout history and we still don’t learn….






It Is The Doom Of Man That We Forget: 1

“The trouble is, you think you still have time” – Fake Buddha quote

Dreams come true, sometimes…

Nightmares aren’t real, unless you’re in it…

“It is the doom of man that we forget”Inferno,-From-The-Divine-Comedy-By-Dante-$28folio-1v$29

Dante warned us what we faced….

The earth is burning out of control as we speak.

Mankind…..The arsonist of life.

Mankind…..The only hope.

I think we’re fucked….

No, check that…we are….fucked.

Thank God, I’m an optimist!

I wouldn’t be a good God.

I AM  too vengeful, jealous and impatient.

I’d have wiped us all out by now and started over.

I didn’t want to start out this post with that kind of attitude.

I don’t really like being a glass half empty type person.

I like being…..a “me” type person.


People are still killing people though…

If you don’t like this post, I will fucking kill you!

Sounds like as good a reason to kill someone as any other, don’t ‘cha think?

Killers of the weak and meek….

They steal children from their front yards, rape them, choke them, stab them; then throw them into dumpsters or rivers.

They blow people up because they believe that there are only 65 virgins, not 72….

They shoot people in the face for $12 and a carton of smokes.

They bomb people from the air because they crossed a line on a map.

They kill people because they don’t know any other way. After all, their parents killed them, didn’t they?

They kill them because they took the name of their Lord in vain.

They kill them because they don’t believe in the God of their own understanding.

Besides, they know they are right….They BELIEVE IT.

They kill a child because the child is sexy; the kid was just asking for it.

They kill Granny because they know she gets a check every month, and she’s frail…..and weak.

They choke or beat their wives to death because the bitch didn’t have supper on time…or they need the insurance money to buy that new boat…or an engagement ring for the new bitch.

They kill the homeless person living in the alley because the fucker keeps asking for money and they’re tired of having to step over the piece of shit to get to the porno store…..Besides, he’s weak too….and vulnerable.

Plus, no one will miss them.

Public service, I guess they could say.

“ I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die….”

When Jesus said “The meek shall inherit the earth” maybe he meant their bodies.

Magool Eater of Children
Eater of Children

Piles of meek bodies stacked to the sky.

Evil reigns upon our lands.

If you turn the other cheek, you die.

Why do you think we have the ability to look over our shoulder?

It’s not because we like to see where we’ve been…

It’s because of danger and suspicion….instinct for survival.

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Darwin said that only the strong survive…

I will die before I deny Christ…or Buddha or whoever is popular this century….

Oh, interesting side note; did y’all know that as of November 2014, the full Bible has been translated into 531 languages, and 2,883 languages have at least some portion of the Bible.

And people sit there and believe that its infallible….PFFFT!

Were humans involved?

“I rest my case, Mr Mason; your witness”

No, don’t start getting all defensive, I’m not an atheist.

I’m more along the lines of an Agnostic Deist Buddhist Transcendentalist Baptist Catholic with Jainism tendencies.

The above crap means nothing to me in all reality…


I want to live, you see…?

I want other people to live.

Happy, happy, happy!

There is nothing worth dying for, except 3  things only;

I will die to protect my family and I will die to protect myself and, old age….That’s it.

I’m tired of enforced, forced, justifiable death.

I’m tired of war.images (6)

I’m tired of people preying on the weak and innocent.

I am tired of pedophiles that rape and murder children because the monsters mommy were  mean to them when THEY were kids.

I’m tired of the assholes that actually believe that shit.

I’m tired of people that kill in the name of God, Allah…Mohammed, Yahweh, Jehovah….Christ.

I’m tired of governments, controlled by little men AND women that control millions of us sheep, ready to die for flag and country….for $350 a week with reduced benefits…..

“Shake my hand, so I can see if you have a dagger up your sleeve”images (7)

Maybe mankind is a virus after all.

Weak viral cells have to die so that the stronger ones can feed off of them and survive to poison the host even further, mutating and adapting to become even harder to kill…

Knowing full well that when the host dies, they die.

They just don’t care, or if they do care, they just believe that “It can’t happen to me”

“Gimme all the money in the register!”

“Okay, there’s only $15 dollars, but I’ll give you all the cash in my purse…take anything you want, just don’t hurt me! I’ll give you an hour to get away before I call the police! Just don’t hurt me, I have kids!”


“Fucking, raghead!” “Fucking, Jew!” “Fucking, honky!” “Fucking, nigger!”

It doesn’t matter who you are, really…

If you have something that someone else wants, they will take it.images (10)

Oil, helpless children, women, money, cars….land….innocence.

What will I say to God when I meet him?


I know I won’t be able to look him in the eye….

“What in the hell is going on down there?!” asks God

I shrug my shoulders “I thought you knew” says I

“I quit paying attention after the flood. I thought that straightened everything out” God frowns….”I have other sheep, not of this fold”

I don’t blame him….

Free will and all that…..

“You left too many people” says Idownload (2)

This is my opinion;

A thought that I’d like for you to explore and consider….

Have you ever seen a beautiful work of art that everyone agreed on?

Have you ever seen a play or movie that everyone loved?

Does everyone love free Pepporoni pizza with extra cheese?

Dear God,

…..or whoever is running the show this week;

Give me the powers to set things right.

Let me be the judge….

I will kill them all.

Oh wait….

That’s your job….


We must remind ourselves that we are capable of beautiful, wonderful things…

Please watch this Pale Blue Dot

Dreams I’ll Never See

Have you ever had a wonderful, beautiful, tragic, romantic, heart-rending dream before?wp-image-2097291747png.png

There is this girl(I don’t know how old we are in my dream) but, if it’s in relation to her age, I should be late 20’s.

All I can remember about her (after waking up 3-4 times at intense moments during the dream, then losing the flow of the dream and then trying to get back to sleep like a crazy person) that she has fair, smooth skin…light hazel eyes, reddish brown or dark strawberry blonde hair pulled back in a low pony-tail, and a smile….

A smile that makes me cry..

She evidently has a recurring role in my psyche somehow, because I have “known” her since I was a teenager; you know….when us boys start dreaming about the fairer sex.

I can’t remember how many times I’ve seen her but, it’s long enough between episodes that I almost forget about her; then, she reappears.

I don’t know her name yet but, this is what happened last night…

Best that I can remember.


I am sitting on a couch, talking to unknown people, subject unknown.

Dream talk….

When a door into the room opens up and “my girl” walks in carrying groceries…

I freeze… takes me a second….don’t I know her……….?

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 She’s seen me just as I see her and she drops the groceries, runs to the couch, crashes down on top of me and wraps her arms around my head. Laying her own beautiful red head down slowly; she’s looking into me; those pale green, sleepy, painful eyes…

Oh…there you are. Now, I remember… 




I’m looking at her again…her wet cheek dug into my chest and shoulder, her arm across my chest, her legs across my lap; she says…

(tears in my eyes now in really real)

She say’s…(I can’t see)

“Where have you been?”

So soft, so tenderly….

“Where have you been for soo long?”

Her eyes are glistening now…….accusing…..forgiving…..hating me.




I don’t want to be back in the awake place…

No one likes me here…. 

Guess what now?… I’m thinking…..”I should have stood up when she walked into the room, instead of just sitting there… been a gentleman”

Why that thought? It’s only a…..dream, right?

I must truly respect and cherish this lady; esteem her greatly I must.

Then, smiling to myself like a freaking Cheshire cat, I say to myself…


“Thank God…she’s back.”…then, of course, crying myself to sleep…..still smiling.

Glad that “she’s” back…

I’m fighting to find sleep, trying to find her again.

But’ I couldn’t…

I had left her there…in my…”our” dream…apparently again.

I’ve eft her sitting there beside my spot; haven’t I? Clutching at empty air like a gasping person, be it out of despair or need…terrified that I had faded away from the couch and left HER, once again (Crying again now in this really real; my hands are shaking)

Oh my god…..she’s probably still sitting there holding my empty air.

I flatter myself…. 

Maybe shes screaming my name!wpid-wp-1417907323877.jpeg

I am empty air.

What a bastard I must be…in this awake place.

I understand a few things more clearly this day; a true zen moment has occurred in my life; other than the fact that I am empty air in a dream romance….

Maybe it’s real to her….

Maybe…’s real to me.

Wanna know why about the zen?
A) I do not know this “lady’s” name
B) I have NEVER had a dirty dream about her
C) I have never kissed her.

But last night…last night…(crying in the really real, again)

I think dreams are real…

Last night was the first time, THE FIRST BLESSED TIME I ever heard her voice!

She actually spoke to me, and I can feel her fingers in my skin as surely as I can hear myself sniffling now!

Maybe thats why I couldn’t stay there….

What a bastard I must be…in this awake place.

If heaven is where dreams come true…then I either came one step closer to it last night, or I saw it on a hill….


I felt heaven there…in a dream…on a dream couch with bad cushions; my dream lady holding me…crying into my shoulder…shaking…Her loving me and me not knowing her…

Be back soon Lady…..

I know it and I can’t wait.

But, what if it’s years, like last time? Will you come? Will it be your turn to forget?

Or, will it be like that one time, where we passed each other on a crowded street and only had a second or two to die inside… we brushed by each other, the people shoving us along, keeping us apart?

Adrift on the waves. 

Here’s what I promise to the Sandman or God; whomever is in charge of dreams…

I’ll behave and commit no sin, I’ll eat all of my vegetables and pick up my dirty clothes.

I will eat tomatoes…..

I’ll beg the Lord for forgiveness and beg him to let me see you again …maybe I can stay a little longer next time…and we can talk…on our dream couch…

What a bastard I must be…hands

In this awake place.


Dude Looks Like A Lady

wpid-business-man-blank-sign-11-vector-104ggur52892-picsay.jpegThere is a man/woman, “transgender person” I guess they call this type of human, sitting here in the breakroom at my company HQs.

With very much disappointment in myself, I am realizing that I have a looonnggg way to go to become a truly righteous man.

I also realize that I am MOST certainly prejudiced about this and feel wholly uncomfortable to be in the same room with this person.

I do not know why….

I’m disgusted that I am a hypocrite.
Gosh, I HATE hypocrites!!!

I am not a mean person, I am not a cruel person, I like people and generally, people like me. At least I think so, I haven’t been maced or tazed in years…

I am not shocked by that much, I am an American after-all and have a Facebook account loaded with crazy relatives, and I firmly believe in letting people live their own lives how they wish; thus, is the secret to happiness.

We really don’t have a choice here in this country anymore…

The new motto of the USA…..”DEAL WITH IT!!”

I do not know this dude that looks like a lady.

I have never met this lady that is really a dude, before.

He/she could be a wonderful caring person….IDK

But, do I care? Should I care? Why do I care? Does anybody really care?

I’m sure I do, because I’m a sensitive, caring guy, DAMMIT!!!

But that doesn’t have anything to do with the “creepy crawlies” I’m experiencing right now.

I don’t know why I’m like this or should I say, reacting like this.

So why, oh why am I disturbed by this person sitting at the table across from me?

I am very, very uncomfortable right now.

I feel like I am in a pit with sheer walls, a venomous serpent is also there, with no way out while I’m overdosing on caffiene….

Know what I mean?

The back of my neck is hot

My forehead feels hot

My pulse is beating in my ears.

I think I’m sweating on my laptop.

I feel like I’m getting physically ill….

I can’t stop grabbing furtive glances of this person, it’s kinda like looking at a terrible car wreck or accidently catching a glance of my naked grandma…

I can’t believe how uncomfortable I am!!!

I don’t like being this way!

Am I actually frightened….SCARED OF A……well, a person!?

Why am I this way?priest

Why does it bother me so much?

Is it an instinctual reaction to something that is not natural? Am I being an animal!?

This dude, that looks like a chick, is talking to me now. I am listening (and still typing this) but, I can’t look at….it? Him/her…AC/DC?

Victor/Victoria is less than 3 feet away from me and talking to me and I am actively trying to avoid eye contact.

I don’t feel contempt, I don’t feel anger or hate….I just feel….dirty.

I know that’s wrong…..I know it’s bad….I know it’s not Christian love and I haven’t investigated what my churches stance is on the subject. I know what they stand for and they won’t change on the basic tenants of some things.

I will have to ponder on this a while longer….

I just don’t understand why people can be so weird…..IS IT WEIRD?

I know Tootsie has to have some balls, figuratively or no….

It would take some HUGE JUEVOS to dress like that in a truck company, IN ARKANSAS!


Especially in those shoes…

Good. At least I can laugh at myself for being a dink and use my blog to explore my thoughts and feelings and work thru them.

It is excellent therapy…..almost as good as fasting and praying.

Hey, thanx for listening guys….and gals…or guy/gals.

It helped a lot.

I am trying, you know?

I’ll put more on my blog…when I  am confronted with more personal bigotry and intolerance.

Tomorrow good for y’all….say about….6-ish?images (3)


***Matthew 22: 36-40

Oh…Why Not?

There was an earthquake in Nepal and the death toll climbs by the minute….

There are people of the same religion killing each other because they live on the wrong side of town and people of differing religions killing each other because they live too close and they eat pork….th (10)

There are tornadoes, floods, typhoons, avalanches, political strife and repression, big guys stomping on little guys and little guys kidnapping and killing smaller people because they can get away with it, right there on the evening news.

There are all sorts of drugs that people keep growing, making, buying, using and depending on; albeit illegal or not….that’ll kill ya; slow, fast, overnight or eventually…..

There are popular, mainstream, family owned and operated products that people keep growing, making, buying, using and depending on that’ll kill ya just as slow, just as fast, overnight or, as always and most assuredly, sooner than we’d like or ever expected.

There are traffic jams and train wrecks.

There are bus rides and plane crashes.

There is you, standing in a mall or grocery store line, looking around to see if anyone is sporting a  trench coat or camoflage outfit out of season and are talking to themselves….or maybe those other people are staring at you wondering why you’re staring at people; while their hand drifts inside their purse or pocket to caress their legally protected, concealed handgun and with fantastic visions of blowing you away in a hail of hot lead and saving haundreds of lives, right there on YouTube, with 1 million likes before supper.

We all need a hero….

There are TV networks that count on fear for ratings and stir it like a bubbling cauldron of wicked stew.

There are naked people on videos having sex with other people, of the same gender or not, household implements, specialized objects or a farm animal or two….right here….on the internet; right after a token ten year old punches the button that says “Yes, I am 18 years old” and the whole, beautiful world of throbbing, pulsating, sweaty people, “cum” alive….

th (3)There is salt, sugar and fat in everything.

There is theft, murder, rape, dope, kidnapping, racial hatred, child molesters, animal cruelty or a burning church…right there…in your very own town, in one form or another.

There is so much to hate, despise or fear in this world.

Cavemen didn’t throw rocks at the moon for nothing, you know.

They didn’t go into caves because they were homey, comfortable or had free Wi-Fi.

They didn’t make boats and sail across open water with no land in sight just to see what was on the other side.

They were looking to go where it was safe….

There is death everywhere.

There is woe…

There is hate.

But, you know what?

It’s OKAY to be happy.

It’s OKAY to look for beauty in an ugly world.

It’s OKAY to trust

It’s OKAY….

It’s OKAY to rely on God, Jesus, Buddha, Mohammad, Lao Tzu, L Ron Hubbard, Mr. Rogers, Captain Kangaroo, Batman, John Wayne or anything you want that’ll make you happiest of all.

No one says that we all have to be alike but, we all agree that it’s easier, and a lot more nicer, when we can all get along and love one another.


It’s OKAY to wake up and say “You know what, I think I’ll be happy today”

This is what I say….everyday.

“Dear God,

Thank you for everything that you have given me and everything that you have taken away.

Thank you for giving me guidance and helping me thru the day.

Thank you for my kids and my wife and thank you for keeping me reasonably healthy.

Dear Lord, the only thing I would ask of you is that you give me super powers so I can save the world, or give me billions of dollars so I can feed the hungry and save the world, or give me a small building down town and a little funding so I can feed the hungry and homeless in my small part of this world.

Dear Lord, one other thing….Take away the fear of this life and help me give hope to others. I always feel better when I can make other people laugh or smile or burp.

Theres nothing better than a true, heartfelt hug….

Dear God,

Don’t let us ruin all your hard work.

Help me, help you, to save the world.


Sir Treyzguy
Sir Treyzguy

It’s OKAY to be happy, today.

Don’t give up on us, baby….

Remember Us

Memorial Day

Born: 1862-1865?

Died: Never

Interesting and ironic note: It’s called “Memorial Day but no one can actually remember or agree when it became observed officially…..

This….is my tribute:images (17)


The 17 year old Kansas private lies in stinky mud.


……terror and blood.

The whip-crack of bullets chase him….

Angry bee’s around his eyes and ears, threatening to sting and kill….

The bombs bursting in air

He pushes his face through the fear churned mud toward the angry sounds of powder and ball….

The earth is rumbling, growling, biting…….chewing.

At the first charge, there is screaming as he and strange men volunteer to die.

There is crazed laughter as he and brother men race to keep their appointment with Mortis.

He sees his new buddies hugging the ground as the world shifts and reels.

Big white eyes, clenched teeth…set jaws

The screams that push thru their teeth sound like growling mews….

Mumbled promises for conversion to Christ….

“Forgive me Lord, watch after Mom and Dad and keep my Sis outta trouble”

He sees with pride that his new brothers are still crawling forward through the guts and blood.]]]

Pulling at the sand, pushing with their knees, kicking with their feet, all heads down….

But….they know which way is forward.

They know which way is up.

Never turn back….Don’t get wounded in the ass!

Run toward the killing noise, the Spitter of lead and death.

The private drags his trembling body through a foxhole where 3 GI’s used to have been.

Not enough left though to build a single man….

A hand holding beads….

Ave’ Maria….

He tears under and through barbed wire and grins at the tiny pain.

“Lot worse things” flying in the air, white hot drops of metal jacketed rain.

Bullets bounce in the beach like angry little gnomes throwing sand in his eyes as if in jest.

His buddies and he still tug at the earth, moving forward….pulling Death to them.

A gruesome tug of war with losers on both ends….

Closer and closer The Reaper comes, his dark blade striking at their heads

But they’ve been trained well…downloadkniog

”Keep your heads and asses down you buncha wonderful, sorry sunzabitches!!” Sarge screams thru the curtain of terror…




The quiet is gone, only THUMP! BBBAARRRUUMMPPP!




”Mamaaa!”….or “Tell my wife…I love her.”

“Noooo…I don’t wanna die”images (14)

“In nominee Patris, et Fílii, et Spíritus Sancti…”

“No…no…no….not you Tommy….”

“I’ve got to get up there” is the Kansas privates only thought.

“I’ve got to stop it!” is the next.

He sneaks a glance over his shoulder and sees his buddies dragging death behind them down the churning beach.

He looks at the surf and sees more “fish” for the barrel…more ‘ducks’ in a row.

“I’ve got to stop that fucking machine gun!”

…now he’s angry.

He WANTS to kill….

But, it’s a sin….

Now’s not the time to dwell on it….we’re all sinners here.

Gotta keep moving….

Keller’s on one of them boats, his wife with a baby on the way.

Petrovsky is on one of them boats…a newly-wed, owns a pizza joint in someplace called South Philly.

Tex and Bama are on one of them boats, and they owe him money from poker.

Almost $7 and 2 packs of smokes….images (15)

“I’ve got to stop it” he says from chewed lips…..not trying to shout down the “Thump Thump Snap crack”

The Private finally reached the lair where the Spitter of death and lead resides.

Only one brave, crazy thought racing through his blonde Kansas head.

“I’m gonna stop it, I gotta stop it!”


The world explodes, the sand painting the sky, fire reaching and tearing at him… hot fingers of tumbling pain….

He didn’t know he could fly….

It is quiet now….

Only the footsteps of Death echo across the torn strip of mud, amongst where teenagers lie that would never get to kiss a girl….or even Mom one more time….

“See ya later Ma… ”

The white hot rain has finally stopped on this stretch of chopped, reddened beach.

The snap cracks have died, but took many dreams with them.

Young souls riding on the backs of echoes across bloody sand into the dying horizon.

The suns rays are ropes of life and death, dragging the souls over the edge of the earth where it is dark and sleep lasts forever.

The Kansas private lies in the hot dirt….he looks at the sky, is it his time?

“Mom… ” his dream says.

He feels his helmet slide back…blood soaked fingers brush his face…luke-warm water spilling on his lips and brow.

His vision clears and he sees his buddy over himimages (16)

“Fucking Dink…” Kansas says sleepily.

A big Jap grin…

It’s the medic Corporal Tonoka…from Mississippi, they all him call Redneck Dink.

It takes a melting pot to create great men

Great men that do the bloody work….because sadly, somebody has to.

And they do it…

Great men that hold up their hand and cry…

“Pick me! Pick me! I’ll go!”

…..die for their neighbors, baseball, hot dogs, cold beer, picnics and the guy next to him….ankle deep in the blood.

Happy Memorial Day….?

Just remember them and quit wasting them….

That’s all they ask…..

Semper Fi !

Dang….Lame Post #1



I didn’t win the lottery….


I was aghast at not winning.

I had bought 3 tickets in Massachusetts, 3 tickets in Tennessee and 3 in Ohio.

I thought I had the demographical areas covered because everyone knows that only Yankee’s, shunned Amish and Hillbillies win the lottery.

I felt a little bad about buying the tickets since becoming friends with Author Catherine Townsend-Lyon, a great crusading blogger and recovering gambling addict.

 It’s $636 million bucks Cat! And I was SURE I WAS GONNA WIN!

Maybe that’s how it starts….Great, just what I need…..another habit.

I don’t think I will succumb to the wiles of gambling though. I am the type of person who will struggle to buy a $3 lottery ticket but spend $400 on an Xbox.

I have a better chance of winning on the Xbox…..I have cheat codes.

I was gonna do a lot of good with my share of the money.

I was gonna build the best chain of homeless shelters in the country.

You could buy your very own AUTHENTIC homeless person for your town.

Not only would the poor wretch add a little color to the community, but would give the police department something to do on the weekends.

It would have been a fiscally advantageous investment as well.

The presence of the hobo would have dropped property values causing cheaper housing cost thus creating an opportunity to drive the upper class from the area and for middle to low income families to own their own home.

Next….I was gonna bribe local leaders in some of my favorite towns and influence them to create zoning laws forbidding Starbucks® to build within the town limits.

Starbucks® is a branch of the Treasury Department and a shadowy division controlled by the IRS.

I have documents proving this….

So what if I wrote them, it doesn’t mean it’s not true.

Next….I was gonna buy out the residents of the entire NYC metropolis, move them to North Dakota under the pretense of becoming their very own country, then build a big wall around the entire state, slam the gates behind them, swallow the only key then laugh my ass off and throw rocks at them from the top of the wall…..


Next….I was gonna buy me a Slinky® and waste all the time I wanted watching it go down the stairs of my quaint little mansion.

Everyone loves a Slinky®

Next….I was gonna buy out Wal-Mart and change their hiring standards.

All employees must have a PHD for their area of the store and a family tree that actually has branches in it.

Next….I was gonna buy me some socks….I need some bad.

I had a whole list of things I wanted to do with that money and I told God about it.

He was all for it but said he couldn’t influence the outcome of the results. He said he had no idea of how it worked.

ImageThe last time he had anything to do with a lottery he said, was in a place called Sodom. I told him that I remembered stories of Sodom and what had happened there and he said that “Yes” that he had lost his temper when one of his numbers didn’t match.

“Cheating bastards” I said. God agreed.

I’m going to sit here and mope about my close call with the lottery winnings.

I only missed my ship coming in by 5 numbers and a Megaplier.

Oh well……Maybe next time.Image

Random Thought @ 2 am


Why does it read “Type to compose” in the text box of your SMS message thingee when the auto correct always messes it up. For example: I typed in “Love you, see you soon, take care” but the recipient got “You’re a piece of shit, I hope you die and burn in hell”
Stupid auto correct!
Now they’re mad at me….

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