Sunday, November 12, 2017

This is just so messed up.




You can find some seriously messed up shit on the internet if you look hard enough- wait.. No.. actually, you don't even have to look that hard. Seriously? is this how bad America is getting now? in all honesty, if I saw this TRYING to enter the ladies room behind MY daughter- (if I had one) IT would be dead before ITS body hit the ground. no wonder children are so confused now. we set no real examples for them anymore, we, as a society have become so lost that we may never find our way back to any reasonable sense of reality.

Saturday, November 11, 2017

Forever Shall it be My Truth



Since the beginning of its existence, it has moved us humans in remarkable ways, it has moved us to love, stirred our thoughts, it has crossed generations and joined us in ways that many never thought possible. It has brought both young and old together in laughter, through smiles and tears, reflected both joy and sadness in every life it has touched. It has broken down language barriers and spoke of Injustice, of love, sometimes of hate. Pure of spirit, often raw, always emotional. Invoking our spirit, Raising our voices to the highest mountain tops and to the lowest Valleys. Let it rock you, let it roll you, let it stir your soul. Music is a reflection of life. Life.. Is.. Music.. Rock on!

Friday, November 10, 2017

Miles Behind Me..






It seems I've spent three lifetimes walking down this road,
Never getting to where I'm going,
Never looking back at where I've been.
It's a hard road sometimes, lots of lessons, lots of potholes.
Sometimes I find myself drifting, sometimes I stumble,
Sometimes I fall, but I always get back up,
Dust myself off, keep on walking.
It's like life this road, you just keep putting one foot in front of the other,
Baby steps, but you keep moving, through hardship, through joy, through love and pain,
Through the light and into the dark and back out the other side.
You don't give up, no matter what, you just keep walkin'
because you have somewhere you need to be.
Me? yeah man, I'm still walkin' this road, one foot in front of the other,
Ten thousand miles behind me, and a million more to go.
But hey man, it a simple fact of life,
You can never really get anywhere without puttin' in the miles.

~Anthony B/Rantshack. 9/15/17

A Passing Thought.




It has occurred to me more than once that trying to really experience anything real on the internet is kind of like viewing life through a keyhole, you can see what's going on and you can interact with people to some degree, but sooner or later there will be the need for something more, and for anything real you will eventually have to open the door and step outside into the real world. Just thinking I suppose.

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

The boy ain't right. (What people really say and think about you when you aren't around)





The boy ain’t right I tell ya’s! I mean in the head, but to be perfectly clear he ain’t right in any of the other ways either. There’s something just not right with him, Allow me to explain, You ask him a simple question and he goes into some crazy long winded rant that has absolutely nothing to do with what you’ve asked him.. He stands and just stares off into space, for what? seconds? minutes? hours on end?  For what? just to see if he can make you stop and look up into the sky to see if you can see what he’s fucking staring at..  And when you see him standing there, you stop and look up, and what does he do? he sneeks off while you’re not paying attention, leaving YOU standing there looking like a loon, staring up at the sky-  AT NOTHING!!  And you know he has selective hearing, Right? You tell him to do one thing, and he does the opposite, you tell him to go left- he goes right, you tell him to look up- he looks down.  And argumentative?  You bet he is! it is said that the boy could start an argument in an empty elevator!

He’s pig headed,
opinionated,
Foul mouthed,
Judgemental,
Condescending,
Aloof to the point of rudeness,
and he dresses funny.

There are a lot of people, and I do mean A LOT of people, who have running theories as to why he is the way he is, I mean HOW does a person get that screwed up?  you see- I have my own theory. You see I think that there was this little purple alien who visited planet earth back in the 1950’s from a galaxy far, far away, from the planet Whatzittoya, and he landed here and got to looking out the window of his flying saucer at all of the pretty scenery, and he decides to get out of his saucer to stretch his legs a bit. So there in the middle of the woods, he see’s one of the local natives out for a stroll who happens to be a female. So he’s thinking about his little purple wife and kids back at the ol homestead on Whatzittoya, and he decides that they'll never know, So he decides that he’s going have a fling with Mrs. Strangelove, who ends up impregnated with the little purple monsters  demon child, He skips town back to Whatzittoya to avoid the bad press, nine months later she gives birth to the bane of humanity, who grows up to fulfill his one true purpose in life, to be a huge Pain in EVERYONE'S ASS!!


Hmmmmm, quite the analytical little diatribe don’t ya think? well it does make you wonder what people REALLY think and say about you when you’re not around.. So dear reader or readers (Assuming that anyone is still reading this insanity) changing the HE, to a SHE or an IT, Do you think that anyone has ever said or thought or wondered about any part of the above text about you?  Yeah.. Me neither. Its been a really long day and I need a beer.

Sunday, October 5, 2014

The inner workings of an obsessed mind.. (Age nine..)



Back in the late 60’s when I first started watching old horror movies was probably when I was first exposed at a very young age to the show Creature Features. Every Friday night, without fail the scene would play out pretty much the same way as it did on the previous Friday night. Mom would be in her bedroom putting on make up, getting ready to go out with her friends, my older sister would be in her room yakking with one of her friends, and there I’d be sitting on the front porch wondering which horrifying  monster Creature Features was going to be serving up to me that night. Finally as Mom was getting  ready to leave she would tell my sister the same thing as before.

“Keep an eye on your little brother, and make sure he doesn’t stay up to watch those god awful horror movies again!”

Of course that never worked because she would always coax my silence with fresh popcorn whenever she would secretly invite one of her friends over after our mother would tell her not to. So long about 7:00 PM, Midge would arrive and they would immediately go to my sisters room, with little care as to what I was doing mind you, and long about 8:20 or so they would come out and make hot buttered popcorn for my scare-a-thon before returning to the bedroom. I didn’t know what they were doing in there, hell I didn’t care either..  All I knew was soon, very soon,  I would be completely immersed in  the disturbing world of my beloved Creature Features.

The lights would go off, the TV would come on and long about 6:00 PM that music.. That wonderfully creepy music would permeate my senses..  and then- the title.. “The completely horrifying monster thingy that dripped blood and ate people!” Dun Dun DUUUUNNNNNN!!! ohhhhhh my.. A CLASSIC IN THE MAKING!! I don’t know what it was exactly, maybe it was due to the fact that I was only nine years old, but everything- especially the monster movies seemed a lot scarier then.  The opening scene would always set you up, the black & white film would crackle to life..  An old car would slowly roll to a stop on a deserted dirt road leading into a heavily wooded area. The young attractive couple would seductively smile at each other, he would turn of the headlights as they leaned into each other for that first yucky germ spreading kiss. (Hey! Back off! I was NINE! OK??)

Slowly the camera would pan through the front wind shield,  across the hood of the car, and there, just at the edge of the treeline something would stir. Eyes widening, that first delicious mouthful of semi burnt popcorn,  (that your idiot sister never learned how to properly make..)  Eyes straining, leaning forward, almost holding your breath. then you see the foilage along the trees rustling..  Ohhhhh.. its moving toward the drivers side of the car.. That means its gonna eat the guy first! ohh she’s gonna see the whole thing and she’s gonna scream at the top of her lungs..  and then.. its going to drag her off into the woods where it swallows her whole and then spits out her bones!!  SWEET!    and of course your bravery is short lived as you see it  for the first time. Its Bipedal,  it has twelve eyes, its hairy, has six long gnarly disgusting claw like digits- which of course are also hairy.. Over all it has a serious hygiene problem and is the most horrifying thing you’ve ever seen.

The orchestra kicks into overdrive as it rips the cardoor open, and brutally murders the dumbfounded young man in the drivers seat in the most brutally efficient, disgusting manner, that the human imaginations of the period were allowed to film at the time. and of course it would scare the living shit out of you, and popcorn would spew from your mouth and bowl and would fill the air, and thats how your mother would find you two hours later when she would return home from her date night. Huddled under a pile of blankets, behind the sofa,11:00 o’clock news playing on the television,  popcorn right where it was supposed to be.. all over the floor, all because you were convinced that YOU were next!  Lordy I loved that show!!





Monday, September 29, 2014

From Boober To Brian (Johnson)


It was a typical Monday at work. I took all of my worn out work shirts in intending to turn thenm in for new ones early on, but I didn't make it to the office until 2:00 PM. I walked in andthe lady behind the desk was listening to- of all people, Justin Friggin Boober! Luckily I got out of there before the earworm set in. but now, in addition to needing to have my ears boiled and my brain scraped, I think I need to hear some REAL music. so- as a wise man once said, Play something with Balls Elvis!