Just yesterday (for Santi)

I saw you yesterday

You weren’t so far away

Not as far as most

But still, not so very close.

If I could have touched you

The ripples would roll through

To the end of days

And in so many ways

Make our spirits one

Our time would not be done

You wouldn’t be so far away

I saw you, just yesterday. 


Please remember my brother with me today.  Santi gave all on this day in 1972.  We all lost that day.

SP4 Santiago Herrera Escobar, US Army Scout and Patrol Dag Handler, 34th Patrol Dog Platoon, 3rd Bde., 1st Cav., Bien Hoa, RVN.  RIP Brother. 



Its been so long since I wanted to write

not to scribble in anger, or hammer my rage

or describe the latest source of fright

but to reach out, touch it and earn the wage

that would buy me a reason to still be alive.


So it came as a surprise when

my keyboard came alive and then

words were thrown about to blend

and in every meaningful way did mend

my life, my soul, and all that jive.


Still, I wonder,

was this path forced upon me

because they felt it was a necessity

or because the gods destroyed the key

that would have granted eternity

before this purgatory they could contrive


Quickly I grasp at the tendered hands

Gratefully engaged, I reenter in time

For my soul to be kept in calm lands

To be part of the next phase in line.

So weak am I, yet He bids me survive


There is now a faint pulse in my chest

A door has opened, safe passage revealed

I strive once more to finish the quest

Before the favor might be repealed

There is yet much to claim as mine, to thrive.


I remember, I do, this thing called, Alive.


Napolitano Rips off Californians and smiles about it.

I just listened to the UC Chancellor reanimate the lying, two faced, cretin she was in DC.  What a load of CRAP!  $175million in a slush fund is just business as usual, don’t you know?  But hey, they are looking into why it costs $60k a year to go to her shit school.  Nice of them, eh? Meanwhile, even Californians need to own half of Apple to be able to afford to attend the UC system, or be indebted for life.

Do you want to know what really sucks about all this?  Not one damn thing will be done about it.  Dumb ass, idiot, liberal, Calistupid voters will roll over and say, “give it to me again”.  I offer Eric-Fucking-Holder as evidence of same!!!!!!!

Back to our STUPID education system; we here in Cali-STUPID pay the most for education, and yet based on how we vote, we are still the STUPIDEST SOBS IN THE USA.  The ones who aren’t stupid and can afford to, are leaving this state by the thousands.  I have no idea who Moonbeam plans to screw into paying for his boondoggles or who Napolitano thinks will attend her shit schools when the solvent ones are all gone and the only ones left are the “entitled”, the illegals and those few unfortunate of us who couldn’t afford to get out

The one thing I look forward to, being one of those unfortunate few, is watching these idiot libtards choke on their own nothingness once other people’s money dries up.

Fuck, I hate these assholes.

Baseball and fairy dust


Just watched Baltimore Oriole 3rd baseman, Machado’s 5 minute, foul mouthed, diatribe over getting thrown at by Red Sox pitchers.  The fairy hasn’t been hit yet.  But he can score a 7.5 on the Richter Scale for bleeping the mics at an interview.

Hey there, fairy dust boy, keep your bleeping spikes on the bleeping ground where they bleeping belong, or be bleeping ready for bleeping retaliation, you bleeping bleep.  This is BASEBALL, not badminton, you bleeping cupcake.

These bleeping twits are ruining my bleeping game.  Piss off you bleeping South American sissies.  Stay the bleep home and earn 20 bleeping pesos a game instead. Bleeping cry-baby millionaire bleepholes!



Burtt-Part eleven-Atomic Revenge

Burtt-Chapter 11, atomic revenge:

Twenty two cycles+18, Lo35319

There was a device.  She’d heard them talk about it, her husband and his commander. It was buried deep under central tower.  Below the cop headquarters.  Only the Commander of the cops and the Army, their boss, the Director of Security and the MeinKlops had access.  It was a doomsday device.  Held in check so that no conqueror could claim CommCorp as their own.

Well, that was before.  Now, with Larss boss dead back in his office, and his passkey in her possession, she now had access.  Still, she shouldn’t be in this area, and anyone who saw her would report it; so, she had to stay hidden until she could safely approach the damn door to the HiSec Stairwell.

It was mideat and the place was crawling with worker drones.  Ellsbeth Fen was so close, so close to ending this nightmare.  If she had to be exiled with those foul peons, she’d rather be dead.  Her children would thank her if they only would see reality. No, they deserved better and dead is better than life out there.  If we go down; the whole frigging dome would come with them.

I won’t live like a prole for any reason.  Not to save myself or my children.  Dead is better than hell.


3 days before, at the Loks hide:

She’d played at being nutters all week.  It wasn’t all that much a stretch at first.  She was pretty much on overload after Georgge told them about the Corps’ plans for the Fens et al.  In a couple of days though she had settled back into her brooding, self-pitying normal self, though she kept that to herself.  On the outside, for everyone to see, she was still nutters.  Battier than a belfry, Hamm call it.  The kids kept their distance, including the Fen children.

It was this distance everyone kept from her that lulled them into complacency about her and they stopped watching her all the time.  The very first chance she had, she took it and it cost Jaredd his life.

She’d fashioned another club, this one of stouter stuff, metal stock.  With no one paying her any never mind, she made her way to the door Jaredd would enter with their midafternoon snack.  She hid quietly in the shadows and waited for him to enter the room.  She sprang on him with a berserker’s wail smashing the club down on his head from behind. He didn’t even know he was under attack.  The kids’ screams were too late.  So fierce was Ellsbeth’s hate, all her strength went into the blow.  Jaredd’s head split open like a melon and brains flew everywhere.  He was dead before his body slumped to the ground.

Too late, Hamm sprung for Ellsbeth, but she was gone before he could get to the door and she locked it behind her.  Ellsbeth had made good her escape, and no one would know until Doc Georgge showed later in the week, unless Ssyn decided to come for a visit.  They had no comms here purposely.  They didn’t want to be traced obviously, but in fact, no signal could penetrate the hide.

The kids were trapped with just the water and fruit Jaredd had just delivered.  The over ripe smell of the confined space was starting to bother the kids too.


Three cycles, Hi45319, in the HiSec Stairwell:

She’d made it.  Finally, the fools all went to bed.  Well, she’d had to time the security patrol, but after two passes, she had that down, now, and was off and running the second the guard was out of sight on his rounds.

The stairs seemed to go on forever though.  It was getting darker and more chill.  She was in the light throw she had one when Uncle Samm fled with them to the Loks hide.  It was thin and completely inadequate to the job at hand, but she didn’t need a lot of time.

Just through those doors and BOOM, lights out everyone.  Oh, Norton, the Glory.  The rapture.  The peace.  I’m coming to you father, mother.  I’m coming.

There it was.  It wasn’t very big, really.  She was surprised but there it was.  It looked just like Gregorr described it to Larss that night so long ago.  Who would ever have thought that we would come to this, back then?  No matter.  It’s done.



The notification was of its own pending end.

She remembered the sequence.

  • Insert key
  • Turn left one notch to power the terminal
  • Acknowledge sequence start
  • Accept control of the sequence with one more notch turn to the left.
  • Set the count
  • Turn the Key to “Arm” position.
  • Push red “START” button.
  • Evacuate

Ellsbeth had nowhere to evacuate to.  Citizens were meant to leave in AirTrans if any survived.  No matter.  That wasn’t her fate.

The Conflagration that ensued at the touch of her hand to the Start button, engulfed the dome, the Wall, and 100 kliks of area in a circle around the dome.  The end was quick.  The other city states heard of the tragedy, then fought for control of the airwaves.

Burtt and Katt watched the fireball grow and creep towards them.  They turned to each other at the last.

The end.