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thewhitesettler — Mon, 09 Jun 2008 13:59:57 +0000

Does it really matter? It depends what it is. If it is something big in your life, then it does matter, but if it isn’t a very important part of your life, like saya puusy cat, then it ( that’s the pussy) doesn’t matter at all does it? That’s the it that was the pussy, and not any other it, maybe it was another it? There are too many its here, it’s getting confusing for a poor old blogger like me. What is it? It can be whatever you want it to be. Do we really want it? If want and need are separated then we may need it, or want it. Like if you’re putting a screw into a wall, you will need a screwdriver, the screwdriver being it, or a hammer, really you don’t want it, but you need it, not the hammer, but the screw, you need it, or you may not need to screw at all, so you don’t need it, but maybe you want to screw in the wall, but that is not needing it, that is wanting it, and we all want it, however we don’t all get it ( a bit like this weblog posting, some of you will never get it) some of us get it, some of us don’t get it. Some of us get it, when we don’t want it, and some of us don’t get it, when we could really do with it. So if you’re getting it, then just think about it, for a moment, because while you have it, some other poor blighter isn’t getting it. If you don’t need it, or want it, leave it alone, put it back, because someone, somewhere, someday, somehow will be looking for it.
That’s it covered then

Bob & George
This is a story about a friend of mine ( that’ll be Bob then) who decided not to hide his sexuality anymore ( he didn’t streak or anything like that, so you can put the camera down). I did not know that he was in fact gay, it never really came up in conversation, Herself knew, or so she said, but it didn’t matter to me what Bob was, because Bob is my friend. So Bob came out, and told his family that he was a homosexual/gay. His family didn’t take the news too well, nor did some of his friends, but to me, Bob was still Bob, he was still my friend, and we had new names for each other, a bit of fun. Now Bob moved in with another man ( I’m assuming that this other man is also gay, I don’t really know George, Oh and Bob & George are not their real names) and his family have shunned him for it, they don’t want to know him anymore, which is a shame, because Bob is still their son, Bob is still a brother to his sisters, but they won’t speak to him anymore, which is really hurting Bob, I could see it in his face, because he used to be very close to his sisters children, and loved taking them to the park, & baby-sitting for them, but he can no longer see them, and it is breaking his heart. Last week, Bob told me that he had a communication from his sister, and she said that if he left the island, for good, the family would pay for him and George to go wherever he wanted, and she also added that if he took up this offer, she would maybe think about letting Bob see the kids again. I don’t understand all this, why are they doing this? What century are these people living in? What crime has Bob committed? It is unbelievable, in my opinion, that anyone could do that in this day and age. I thought all that homophobia stuff was in the past, but I was wrong again. I did think to myself ” What would I do if Boy declared that he was Gay?” I wouldn’t do anything, because he is still my son, still my Boy, and I’d still love him the exact same way as I do now. Am I wrong? If someone close to you declares that for example, they wanted a sex-change operation, would you help them, be there for them, discuss the situation with them, or bannish them for ever? I know what I would do.I AM A MAN????? I am a blogger, just a blogger If you don’t like me, I don’t care I’m a blogger a silly blogger I’ll do my blogging anywhere. I am a man, Oh yes I am I’ll show you proof, if you care I am a man, you’ll see I am Just take a look, if you dare I like blogging, silly blogging Just for fun, and we all share I like women, yes any women I don’t get none, that’s not fare I am a man, an ordinary man And yes, sometimes I swear That’s just me, or maybe not You may be bald, I’ve got hair I’m a blogger a silly blogger I like a banana, and a juicy pear I am a man, a silly old man But my balls are still a pair I am a man, I can understand You may read this, then say a prayer To your God, up in His Heaven But when I need Him He’s never there I’m a blogger, just a blogger If you don’t like me, I won’t care I’m a blogger, like any other blogger I am a man, I’m not a player

Bob & George

This is a story about a friend of mine ( that’ll be Bob then) who decided not to hide his sexuality anymore ( he didn’t streak or anything like that, so you can put the camera down). I did not know that he was in fact gay, it never really came up in conversation, Herself knew, or so she said, but it didn’t matter to me what Bob was, because Bob is my friend. So Bob came out, and told his family that he was a homosexual/gay. His family didn’t take the news too well, nor did some of his friends, but to me, Bob was still Bob, he was still my friend, and we had new names for each other, a bit of fun.
Now Bob moved in with another man ( I’m assuming that this other man is also gay, I don’t really know George, Oh and Bob & George are not their real names) and his family have shunned him for it, they don’t want to know him anymore, which is a shame, because Bob is still their son, Bob is still a brother to his sisters, but they won’t speak to him anymore, which is really hurting Bob, I could see it in his face, because he used to be very close to his sisters children, and loved taking them to the park, & baby-sitting for them, but he can no longer see them, and it is breaking his heart.
Last week, Bob told me that he had a communication from his sister, and she said that if he left the island, for good, the family would pay for him and George to go wherever he wanted, and she also added that if he took up this offer, she would maybe think about letting Bob see the kids again.
I don’t understand all this, why are they doing this? What century are these people living in? What crime has Bob committed? It is unbelievable, in my opinion, that anyone could do that in this day and age. I thought all that homophobia stuff was in the past, but I was wrong again.
I did think to myself ” What would I do if Boy declared that he was Gay?” I wouldn’t do anything, because he is still my son, still my Boy, and I’d still love him the exact same way as I do now. Am I wrong? If someone close to you declares that for example, they wanted a sex-change operation, would you help them, be there for them, discuss the situation with them, or bannish them for ever? I know what I would do.I AM A MAN?????

I am a blogger, just a blogger
If you don’t like me, I don’t care
I’m a blogger a silly blogger
I’ll do my blogging anywhere.

I am a man, Oh yes I am
I’ll show you proof, if you care
I am a man, you’ll see I am
Just take a look, if you dare

I like blogging, silly blogging
Just for fun, and we all share
I like women, yes any women
I don’t get none, that’s not fare

I am a man, an ordinary man
And yes, sometimes I swear
That’s just me, or maybe not
You may be bald, I’ve got hair

I’m a blogger a silly blogger
I like a banana, and a juicy pear
I am a man, a silly old man
But my balls are still a pair

I am a man, I can understand
You may read this, then say a prayer
To your God, up in His Heaven
But when I need Him He’s never there

I’m a blogger, just a blogger
If you don’t like me, I won’t care
I’m a blogger, like any other blogger
I am a man, I’m not a player

I’m Boring You
I’m here in my own front room Speaking to the Prophet of Doom Will the price of oil fall? Why are we here at all? I’m boring you I’m boring youSometime my mind gets lost How much will all this cost Can’t get my brain engaged It can make me so enraged I’m boring you I’m boring you Yet in my mind, I’ve to make a decision I better get deep into constructive revision But I haven’t got a clue Now I don’t know what to do Life feels like it’s ebbing away I feel like I’m going astray I’m boring you I’m boring you I can’t remember all the good stuff When will we know if we’ve got enough? Can you reform me in here? Is this the right blogosphere? I’m boring you I’m boring you You may not like me, but I don’t care You may not see me, I’m everywhere You may not hear me, but don’t despair You may not want me, I’ll still be there I’m here for you I’m hear for you The End. Tws…

I’m Boring You

I’m here in my own front room
Speaking to the Prophet of Doom
Will the price of oil fall?
Why are we here at all?
I’m boring you
I’m boring youSometime my mind gets lost
How much will all this cost
Can’t get my brain engaged
It can make me so enraged
I’m boring you
I’m boring you

Yet in my mind, I’ve to make a decision
I better get deep into constructive revision
But I haven’t got a clue
Now I don’t know what to do
Life feels like it’s ebbing away
I feel like I’m going astray
I’m boring you
I’m boring you

I can’t remember all the good stuff
When will we know if we’ve got enough?
Can you reform me in here?
Is this the right blogosphere?
I’m boring you
I’m boring you

You may not like me, but I don’t care
You may not see me, I’m everywhere
You may not hear me, but don’t despair
You may not want me, I’ll still be there
I’m here for you
I’m hear for you

The End.

Tws…

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