Archive for July, 2009

Michael Jackson

July 29, 2009

Well, it didn’t take long for the profiteers to come out of the woodwork.  Michael Jackson isn’t even cold yet and they are selling commemorative crap.  The only thing that disgusts me more than that is the fact that they are making Jackson out to be a perfect little saint. 

Please pass the vomit bag.

Jackson was accused of child molestation twice, at least one count of child endangerment and lived like an oversized adolescent in general.  No, he was never convicted.  Neither was O J Simpson, but everybody is sure he did it.  I can’t get passed the 25 million dollar payout he made the first time to make the problem go away.  He knew he wasn’t going to be convicted the second time, clearly, and even flaunted that fact by disrespecting the court.  Showing up in pajamas took a lot of damn gall.

I for one will not miss him, his music or the controversies that followed him.  I would have preferred him locked up to dead, but maybe a greater power thought otherwise…or at least a crooked doctor.

People don’t waste your money on the cheap commemorative crap they’ll be hawking on TV or whatever.  Spend it on your kids and keep them away from people like Michael Jackson.

 This has been a Wolf Rant.

Living Will

July 21, 2009

Now, this is, to say the least, a difficult subject.  I won’t try to say what the law should be or make any comments about good ol’ Doctor Death, Dr. Kevorkian.  Instead, I will talk about what I feel is right for me.

Now, to be fair, I haven’t hit the half century mark, yet, but it is just around the corner.  Now, odds are I will drop dead lifting something really heavy and not suffer the slow degradation of Alzheimer’s or other dementia related illnesses unless I have a stroke.  Even that isn’t a highly likely event with my family history.  So, what am I worried about?

Traumatic head injury comes to mind (no pun intended…well maybe a little.)  I feel the only thing I really have going for me is my mind.  I’m not bragging but I have a fairly high IQ and spend a lot of time in my own head (no, not a Navy joke.)  Now, Steven Hawking isn’t losing any sleep worrying about me, to be sure.  But I read, write (as in novels and short stories) do a lot with computers and even dabble in photography and acting.  My whole world is through my eyes and in my mind (hmmm…that didn’t come out right.)

So, finally, we come to the point of this blog entry (yeesh, took long enough.)  If anything were to happen to my mind, be it Alzheimer’s, stroke, angry husband with a baseball bat and wrong address, I would not want to go on with the mind of a two-year old.  My worst nightmares include going blind, going stupid, and to a lesser degree getting a head injury that removes my ability to read (it can and has happened to people out there…but I guess they don’t read my blog.)

Now, my mother, the registered nurse, understands my position on this.  I’ll discuss this further with my son in about 11 to 14 months, when he gets out of prison.  I don’t have a wife.  If I did, I think she would try to expand on the list to get the plug pulled (hence not having a wife.)

OK, I just made it clear that I don’t want to end up a 300 lb. vegetable (eewwww, veggies) forced to stay alive.  Now why did I do this?  Well, maybe you (all five of you) should think about this and set up a living will (or whatever it is called in your state) as a just in case.

Not a rant, just being morbid.