Bonesnap

It’s been exactly two weeks since I started the new position in my company. A few months ago I got notified that my old position was eliminated and I had to find a new one or hit the streets. I managed to get a transfer and now here I am.
Driving to work everyday where in my old job I traveled. I sit in a cube where in my old job I sat mostly in hotel rooms.
However, this new position I must say is pretty interesting. The first thing I noticed was the cube next to mine had a window!

That’s right, a cube with a view! I have worked ungodly hours at numerous corporations’ headquarters. Not once have I ever seen a cube with a window. I know, you might say “you’re blowing it out of proportion”. Maybe I am. However, I still find it quite, interesting.
I wonder if anyone ever requested the window to be on the inside wall? You know, facing the inside of another person’s cube? That would be great!
Maybe the window is given out as a bonus to those who excel at their job.
“Bob, for your 15 years of good service we will be installing a window on your cubical. You only have one exterior wall facing the water fountain. Hope that’s ok.”

Cubical with a view

Enough about that.

Since I started this position I haven’t wondered around the building or explored my surroundings. Today I decided that I would do my recon and find the break rooms, printers, etc. I found the break room with this pic:

Someone really loved their microwave or food. I guess they could have been bored also. To write an epitaph, print it, post it in the break room take a little bit of effort.
I must say, I think I might like it here.

My kiddo is into race cars, big engine and tractor pulls. Several years ago we bought a set of these little Dale Earnhardt bears. They serve no purpose what so ever except to sit around and look cool.

Dale Earnhardt Bear

Well, we were moving shit around the house last week and my wife accidently broke one. I was in the other room when she called for me “Honey, there’s a naked girl inside this bear.”

In all honesty I had no clue what she was talking about. She showed me the one bear that was broke. The break was right on the bear’s ass and sure enough there was a girl head inside the bear. Now, she wasn’t naked but it sure looked like it.

Bear's Ass

I decided to operate! See what kind of sick and twisted bear this was! His appetite so far was for semi-nude Lara Croft dolls. However, there could be a Ken doll, maybe some remains of a G.I. Joe or even undigested parts of a Bratz doll! I had to find out!

Below is my photographic journey into what is really inside a plastic animal figure that was made in a foreign country.

It is very tempting to crack open the other bear and see what secrets he has inside… literally.

Dale Earnhardt Bear with something inside

 I see more victims!

Dale Earnhardt Bear with three dolls

What a way to go.

The whole purpose of my blog was so that I could write what I want regardless of what other people thinking or say.

I speak my mind and offer opinions when as I feel like it on this blog and in real life. I try not to hurt peoples feelings intentionally but sometimes I do. It’s usually because I don’t realize I have hurt or offended someone.

A long time ago a college professor told me that if I get my feelings hurt then it was my fault. That I am the only one who controls my feelings and if someone get’s to me then I deserve it.

He is correct. Now, to put this type of self control to practice is difficult to say the least but I’m there.

Now, I had to get that out of the way to write what was on my mind.

I’m not a raciest and never had been. My mom and dad raised my sister and me to tread everyone as an equal. Even through we ‘see’ they are not treated equal … everyone should be.

So, here I am a poor kid going to school in Oklahoma. I watched at the first of each school year how all the Indian kids got new basketball shoes, books, school supplies, and clothes from the state.

They also received free medical care, paid vet services, and discount on new homes.

Yet, I didn’t get anything. My mom and dad had to work their ass off to get us what little we had.

So, we go through the years and not one time in school when an Indian class mate didn’t make it on the basketball team… did I hear it was racism.

I knew a number of classmates (one in prison now) that are full blood Indian that got pulled over and never once screamed or said racism.

And… not once did I ever say the treatment the natives received over the non-natives was reverse discrimination or racism of any type. Now, I thought it… but didn’t say it.

We all got along ok. Then my sister starts dating a black guy from a neighboring high school. He was a nice guy with good morals and ethics. After a few weeks of dating he came over and broke up with my sister.

The reason was his family didn’t think it was right to date a white girl.
Now, how fucked up is that?

Anyway, I got off on task on what I really intended to write. Everyone in the news has heard the latest Obama story that involves the white police officer and the black home owner.

I’ll be honest, I like Obama. I could care less the color of his skin or his nationality. We teach everyone in today’s job market that characteristic doesn’t mater. Yet, everyone holds the president to a different standard.

As long as he can do the job, he could be any one in my book.

How ever I think Obama sealed his doom on reelection and support from the people. Police Officers have hard job and every day have to worry about weather they are going to live or die.

Here’s the kicker… you would think that the President of the United States would have enough advisors to tell him:

“Mr. Pres, the officer was following protocol. There were reports of two black men breaking into the house and the responding officer found a black man in the house. He was doing his job.”

Yet, it seems that Mr. Obama decided to speak before actually finding out the true facts. I am almost %100 certain that if the police is called because two white guys were seen breaking in to my house and they showed up and found me… they would detain me until they figured it out.

It’s a safety factor.

All I can say is that the home owner is a fucking asshole. Yes, I said it. You’re an asshole. To take a situation that could have been resolved so easily and make into something about racism is appalling. It just goes to show you can go to Harvard and still be a complete prick.

Then to bring the president into this mess makes it even more despicable.  I know it was the Pres. Choice to get involved. Yet, I’m pretty sure that Mr. Homeowner called him up with only half the facts.

To make matters worse was that Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson had to mouth off about how bad this racial profiling was.
It amazes me that the four prominent people:
1. The Pres.
2. The Homeowner (Harvard something or other)
3. Al Sharpton
4. Jesse Jackson
who should know all about the due process & police SOP; yet acted so ignorant in this case.

In Denver a few years back I was grabbed by two cops and thrown up against a wall and handcuffed. I was told that I ‘looked’ like a white felon who was staying at the same hotel. After they reviewed my ID they let me go.

Is this ‘racial profiling’? Fuck no.

You see a black man in a house where it was reported that a black man was breaking & entering and you hand cuff him… is that ‘racial profiling’?  Fuck no.

If any one set back race relations 30 years … I can tell you this it wasn’t the white guy.

Also, to all the Obama haters out there, you really need to thank Mr. Gates. His actions alone will be the single cause that will keep Obama out of the White House for a second term.