Yes, I am sorry to say, when life hits you hard, sometimes you get tired, too tired to hit back although you tried. The jobs are too far and in between. The publishers, don’t call, the readers, don’t care. I fought my way to the top of my reality. It is time to just let it go, let the whole damn thing go.
I wrote ten books, publishing them and almost selling them door to door. When the likes of a Oprah, or the top publishers have it in for you, there is nowhere to turn to. I have written well over ten thousand news items with millions of readers that enjoyed them. To me, the fans have turned their backs also. I also wrote books of poetry, erotic theme as well as three best sellers. No one cares anymore and I give up trying to care.
To the five hundred spams a day on this site alone, I thank you for opening up this authors eyes, showing him the way. To the three that actually cared enough to post a comment, thanks. But when a government doesn’t care about one individual, and the people give up trying, and one man is starving to death, at least he has donehis nest and welcomes fate blasting towards him like a bullet. When it involes a faily, one that stood nehind him all these years, through better and through worse, mostly worse because they believed in him, all is lost. Yes, I say, all is lost when they have to feel the blunt end of the reality, which should me mine alone, it just is so undeserving for them. I will take my fate and kiss it on the lips when that finality meets me head on but for them, at least they do have a choice. I gave my all, I cared , maybe too much about people. My fault for trying.
I am just one out of a million, so what. I wont’t even say goodbye, only because no one really gives a damn anyway.
“And in the end, the love you take, should equal to the love, you make. Sir Paul McCartney
September 22nd, 2008
People like Oprah and Tom always rub people like me the wrong way. When one thinks who they are then it shows who they really are. Tom’s wife is pushed around by her and told what movie she should and shouldn’t do. Tom’s wife was an actress before they met and I can’t see any reason she can’t pick and choose without holier than thou butting in. Tom tells his wife not to take the newest in the Batman series, and the movie is the all time blockbuster. Tom however advises her to take, um, what the heck was the name of that?? Now Oprah, thinks she can tell the world what to read and what not to read. She backed Obama and acted like if we don’t vote for this guy we are bottom feeders. I just don’t understand it. Maybe if I got a little bit of power, I would become a dictator also but I guess I will never know.
September 21st, 2008
Driving across the river remembering now, how the evil smoke filled skies made me wonder what was going on. I was listening to Howard Stern at the moment and he was on a roll but suddenly things changed. He was watching a television monitor and described the happening in true journalistic mode.
We all now know what happened on that day and we all felt saddened, confused, and distraught. How can something like this happen, here, and to us?
I remember, just weeks prior, while in NYC, looking up and wondering what would happen if the Towers fell. Someone next to me said, That will never happen because of engineering. I asked, “But how do the engineers know for a fact that their figures would be good for wear and tear, or additional weight added after their calculations?
Well ironically, the person I was with was in the building when it fell, no, attacked. As for the how it could happen, this is easy. We are pounded for everything in this country. no racial profiling, no making fun, no words, no suspects. Politically incorrectness has taken over and we are paying the price. We have become so sensitized to others that we forgot how to laugh at ourselves.
Isn’t it worth, stooping the black man if he looks suspicious? Isn’t it worth to stop the Arab just to make sure? I would think it is but being the PC Nation we all seem to want so many rights we suffer the loss. Isn’t it worth to stop that Italian to see if they are not smuggling in those very expensive pizza’s, or dumping water into the river because the bodies were starting to show? Isn’t it worth to stop that Muslim to see if he is carting the Salaam, Salaam, Bologna, under his towel? If we don’t start laughing at ourselves more, we lose, they win. we used to make fun of the Jews, bartering, or trying to get the best price, but we can’t anymore because as we all know there is no truth to stereotypes. We can no longer go for Chinks, but we now need to go out for Asian food. I know for a fact in Asia, when they get sick of eating at home they go out for some round eye.
Remember, there is no bigotry when there is truth to the pudding. Some countries do eat Dogs, Some people do talk with their hands and I am not talking about the deaf. Some people barter, some blow up buildings in the name of God, because as we all know, God would want it that way.
Remember the good in people, and then making fun of them can be good again. We have become a pretentious nation in a world of unpretentious times. Serving a black man goose liver and caviar just because you think it would offend them to serve chicken, now that’s bigotry.
Remember, those attacks, remember the war, remember, the troops, remember why this all got started in the first place.
Remember that good friends making fun of each other take it with a grain of salt, but strangers might blow you up. Sit back and reflect once in a while in this hustle and bustle world of ours. We need to remember.
September 11th, 2008
Caterino books have been gracing the public since 1985. We here at Caterino publishing, found it interesting that more women read his work then men. The fact is, that nine out of ten readers who buy a Caterino book, is a woman.
When we asked men who read a Caterino book, their answers were, “They were curious, interested in the title, and or, just a fan of his work.” When we asked the women the same question, they said, “Caterino seems to talk to us through his books, his books reach out to us, he simply writes what women need to read.”
The reasons are simple. These books although not geared toward any sexual preference, they are underlined with a subliminal thought process. Caterino created this process in the seventies and perfected it in the eighties. The male reader doesn’t have the same thought process a woman reader has. Women know about this, it is their intuition that drives them toward a Caterino novel. Men see a cover and go for it, but women know how books can affect them.
Now he is working on a book just for the women. It is all about the romance and any reader would be glad they read this book but the women know they will be pleased.
The new book will have five romantic epics in one book. The second book is poetry, Caterino poetry. It is called “Life on the Edge.” The romantic series will be titled, simply “The Simpler Pleasures”
This is not a spam ad in no way, shape, or form. This was written for fans. The book of poetry and romance was written because the fans demanded it.
All Caterino books are found on the caterino web page.
This author is a unique entity in America and we should support him because he is so grand.
September 3rd, 2008
This is my rules here. I don’t know if the people on the web are having very stupid moments or are that stupid. To think I would not have a spam protector on this blog page but I do. If I read your post and it makes no sence to me, in hte text then it is gone. Example: (Amryneedary pleasentorium circusistry taping metals origanism) If I don’t see this (I loved the story, I hated the story, I agree with the story,) Then you are out of luck.
September 2nd, 2008
My pet monster is cool and hairy.
My pet monster is never scarry.
He isn’t mean at all.
He plays jump rope with me, and even ball.
He hides under the bed when mommy comes in.
He comes back out with dust bunnies stuck to his chin.
He is fun from the morning till the days end.
Did I already say he was my best friend?
My name is Sara Jean and I am six.
I am teaching my pet monster to do some tricks.
I dress him up in a derby and a tie.
My pet monster goes with me everywhere, even outside.
Mommy says when I get old he wont be around.
In my heart, my heart of hearts
I know he will found.
I keep telling my parents
that he never likes to be seen.
I’m older yet, with no regret,
did I mention he was green?
He is very shy when others arrive,
he hides under my bed.
My folks will never understand,
they say its in my head.
My dad came into my room
and he looked very mad.
He told me I should seek some help,
seeing monsters is so bad.
At my age now, at twenty one,
He should know that this is time for fun.
Now mom asks where daddy’s gone.
I haven’t the heart to tell her.
My pet monster grabbed him up
and took him to the cellar.
I opened the door
and crept down all the steps
and much to my suprise,
I saw daddy playing cards.
laughing as he rise.
I like this friend of yours
no shrink for you at all my dear.
he said as he did laugh.
but shh, mommy must never know,
this cat is such a gas.
My father watched as me and my friend
walked back up to my room.
I reached into my closet
and pulled out a balloon.
I handed it to my pet,
and I said I’ll be back safe and sound.
But when I returned, to see him
he was nowhere to be found.
I ran up to my father
and told him what had happened.
He looked around and he looked at mom,
I never looked so saddened.
My dad turned to me and then my mom
and then he dropped that big huge bomb.
Tomorrow you go to the doctor young lady.
No if ands or buts and I don’t mean maybe.
I then realized that he was just
acting for my mother,
that was a must
she would never understand
that my monster ran a muck.
I saw the shrink and told him it was all in my head
he gave me some meds with nothing else said
I returned home and ran to my bed.
I watched the walls and the bed started to move
it lifted up moved all around to me this was a groove.
I knew it was him,as I started to grin
just needed his space he was in his prime.
Away from home, just for a time.
But he returned and I laughed and cried.
I thought something happened,
I thought that you died.
I never bring him up
or show him not at all.
I am happy with what I have
I am happy standing tall.
I am married now to my school pal
we moved into a home
The love of mine is special and kind
I’ll never be alone.
I have a special room
all set up really keen.
This is where my pet monster lives
did I mention he was green?
One day I walked in the door
after working hard all day at the store.
He was gone he left a note.
I started to feel a lump in my throat.
He left me now for I’ll never know why
oh my god I started to cry.
I guess he needed to go away
I thought forever here he would stay.
Oh well, I knew this day would come.
Now I guess its just you and me.
I knew this day would have to be.
I cried for weeks
but soon my thoughts
were clearing in my head.
I will never be lonely
as long as my monster is under my bed.
I got the house in the divorce
and some monthly money is seen
It’s just you and me kid, my pet monster
did I mention he was green?
August 28th, 2008
When the wife of Barack Obama speaks, she seems to be anxious, unsure, and rehearsed. Actors learn skills that let themselves coordinate body gestures as well as speech. The two are important to actors so they study throughout there careers. Mrs. Obama seems to have the words down, although she seems to just have them down as if she was studying hard to learn the words written by her speech writers but, her body language bothers me. Although she speaks a great game, and her writers are good, I will admit that, she just seems to be in the “I can’t believe we got this far,” mode.
This far, I have seen more speeches given by this woman then I have by the presidential candidate. If she is going to be giving more then I would advise her to keep taking classes and get it down pat. As for Barack Obama, If he wants to keep his status with the average poor man and middle class, he must not stay in the process as usual. He hugs his vice pick as if they are and always have been friends, partners, and childhood sweethearts.
One last thing, if you pick someone that is up in age, then why attack the age of your opponent? Obama attacked the age of his opponent since the beginning but now he picks his vice president who is also aged. This tells a lot about the character of the man.
For the pre first lady, to me, she seems to be trying so hard to please but after her first big speech, she just wants to follow up with more of the same so her writers are trying as well. Barrack has an image to follow but as of late, he is slipping off the path. If he really wants this, he better stop and smell the roses before moving forward. One slip and the republicans win once again. I guess his rival, Hilary Clinton will do a complete turn around but I know Bill hates the man with a passion. Bill, wouldn’t support Obama just because Hilary says so now will he?
After hearing the actual speeches, I was right on the money. Hilary who fought this man is now praising him to no end. Her husband, Bill, Well, lets just say, his millions he was paid for giving a pro Obama speech but I guess Hilary made him do this. Bill, if he had his own way, would have ripped Obama a new one for sure, but as we all know, money talks.
Last but not least, Barack Hussien Obama? Why would Barry embrace this name and why should we vote for him? His wife , what meds is she on? She seems to be unstable and forced to do public speaking for her man but would her instability really help gain him votes in the upcoming election? I would love to hear from any one of you to clear this fuzzy air.
August 26th, 2008
There are many people out there in the world that don’t need acclamation in their lives; they do without honor and praise. I for one remember a guy that was just like this. He ran into a burning building pulling out three children, he saved a four year old girls life when she was hit by a speeding car, he ran down a purse snatcher when no one else would answer the screams of a woman in distress, he ran down a moving car with a two year old inside only to get beat upon by the dad who left the boy in the car alone.
Hero’s come in all shapes and sizes. These people should be awarded but they don’t do it for that, they do it because it is the right things to do. Without thinking they place themselves in danger to save another. A true hero is one that does without waiting for praises.
There was a fire on Mt. Prospect Avenue, in Newark, New Jersey. I pull the car over and notice the fire department didn’t arrive yet. I ran up to the building, and noticed a child standing at the living room window. I waved for the child to step away and threw a porch chair through the window. I pulled the child out and asked if anyone else was inside. He pointed so I jumped through the broken window and pulled two smaller children out of the treacherous flames. These children were left alone and thank god no one was hurt.
The little girl was struck by a speeding car on Jay Street in Newark, where I was managing a gas station. I was twenty. I saw the girl spread eagle on the ground and spiraling down about twenty feet. She was hit hard and for what, she was watching some guy fixing his car on the road. I called 911 and gave her CPR until that showed up. I did however visit her in the hospital long enough to give her a teddy bear.
The woman was screaming in the night. Out of a deep sleep, I tossed on my pants, and headed outside. I saw a woman crying, yelling and on the ground. Her purse was snatched so I started running down the street after the guy yelling, “Stop, I have a gun.” I had no gun and tackled the guy. I retrieved the purse and handed it back to the woman. I simply walked away. The perp, I let him go, he was limping and his face was bloody.
The trouble is, when no one cares enough to help someone, we all fail. We let the criminals rule and they can see no one is going to help so they find it easier to do more of the same. We must fight for what is right. We must fight for ourselves and send a message to all who think they can get away with what ever they feel fit. It is us against them, so lets show them we are not going to stand for it anymore.
Yes I was that guy and still am. I wouldn’t think for a moment when it comes to helping people. I never stuck around for even thanks. I don’t do this for that. I do it because it is the right thing to do. I know I am not the only person that has a story to tell, you, tell us what you did and show us that we are not alone.
August 21st, 2008
So folks, welcome to the BlaBla’s Comedy Club. Their slogan is, “the comedy club with the twist.” people see this, and think, “wow, they really must have a handle on the comedy here.” Let me tell you something folks, the only twist at Blabla’s is the used piece of lemon they put in your drink. What they wont tell you is it was in some other guys drink the night before. Yeah, they save the stirrers, the olives, yes folks even the half chewed ones.
The watresses are so old here at BlaBla’s they make Phillis Diller look like a playboy centerfold, but they will sleep with you after the show and that must count for something. Yeah, I may be stupid but I never said I was picky. My wife doesn’t mind me sleeping with the old broads here. She says their dried up pubic hair helps keep me polished, like Brillo.
My wife just got rid of cable and ordered the dish. She says it holds more pasta. Hey, after she licks it clean, the reception gets better. I love my wife, truly I do. She complains about the size of her boobies. She says, “When I eat I never gain weight except for my boobs.” She is up to a 48FFF. I console her, put my arms around her and hand her another cake or two. My wife saves me a lot of money. We don’t need to buy a dining room table, we just put a table cloth on those puppies and both feast. We even place the empty cups from her nipples. Once we had a party, about seventeen people showed up. My wife was worried about the dip. “We don’t have a bowl big enough for the dip and salsa.” she says, I told her to use one of her old bra’s. We also save money whenever we buy a car. We had one accident and the police asked us to look into why her air bag never deployed. I said, “Officer, we don’t need airbags on the passenger side, we have boobies.
Before I met my wife, I have been with women who were in great shape. You could bounce a quarter off of their stomach’s. I got board of the quarter game and decided to marry a woman that puts out.
I am not saying my wife loves to go shopping but once she was sick for three says and three department stores called to see if she was ok. Two stores closed up, and the country started to head into a depression. She is better now and the economy seems to be doing much better. Now I am in a depression again.
We have four children. They all take after us. Two, the girls, take after her and the boys take after me. Yeah, come over sometime and you can see two sets of boobs, and a couple of ass holes walking around my house.
Ok, so it is no secret that I am an author. I written eleven books. I even got to meet Stephen King which was great. He asked me how many books I have sold. I told him a million. He said, “Thats not bad, to sell a million books.” I said, No, I work at the book store, my books? I am well into the tens of hundreds. He then spit on my shoes and told me to call the laundromat. I asked him why and he replied, “To show them what a real load looks like.
I confronted Steven King. I told him he stole my ideas for his latest book. He admitted that he did and then said, “Who are they gonna believe, a guy with spit on his shoes selling books for a living or me?” I looked him in the eye and said, “he had better watch out or I will hit him in my face with his fist.” He just walked away.
So, I am getting up in age now. Its all about the personality. Yep, thats what we say when woman are butt ugly. The ones that want me look like Queen Mary, not the Queen but the ship. I keep thinking, “The personality Bob.” One woman that winked at me, was actually being led around a leash by her dog. I’m not saying she was ugly, but, if the Elephant man were alive again, he would die again if he saw this lady. The woman told me she tried to be in horror flicks in the fifties but she made Frankenstein and Wolf man look like Pierce Brasnan. This woman was so scary looking her shadow was afraid of her. If I weren’t married, and had to do it again, I probabally wouldn’t care what she looked like. One leg, no arms, sagging boobs, an inverted butt, wrinkled skin, Marriage? Nope suicide. This is one of the reasons I got out of the Stand Up Comedy gigs. I still write jokes for many comics but find myself a better writer then a stand up. Oh well, tell me what you think, and take my wife, for instance.
August 20th, 2008
Baldness is said to be hereditary, and for the most part, this is true. You can see the patterns developing by the time you are in your later teens.
My theory about baldness besides the hereditary baldness is as follows, hats. If you notice, when men wears jeans, the material pulls out the hair on the legs and you can certainly see a difference, no hair, after only one month of wearing these pants. Now, when the same men change to cotton, or polyester pants, the hair grows back. The hat acts in the same way for men.
A hat is made out of denim or cotton. The hat worn often tends to have the same results as jeans do on the legs. the simple fact is, when a man wears a hat often, he is sure to develop a bald spot on the back of his head. I said this over thirty years ago and now I am telling you.
I moved to South Carolina six years ago, and started to go against my own better judgement, and started to wear hats. in only six years, I have developed that bald spot. It is about five inches to seven around. I stopped wearing hats about one month ago and the spot is filling in once again.
ok, you have a choice, to look cool in your hat, or keeping your hair, the choice is yours.
August 20th, 2008
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