Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you

There is a danger in something happening here in the country.  Yes politics are not my forte.  And this is nothing that such good writers here, as Mr. Whit and Mokie have been bringing to our attention.  Not to say that all their efforts in bringing such light to the uninformed is any less important than what I say today.  But when, my good friend, Seven_Is_Darker, feels the need to make a Public Service Announcement, pertaining to politics, I knew some shit had just hit the fan.  And man is it going to splatter.

Mr. Darker (seveniswhat.blogstream.com), has posted a link in his most recent post "Public Service Announcement #02" concerning the ever increasing power that our President wishes to amass over the American people and others.

Martial Law.  Martial law is most often used at times in a government's history when it is easier for the leader of said country to gain control, bypassing the normal system of justice and using the military authority to accomplish what it wants.  Martial law also many times takes civil rights and otherwise normal freedoms in life away from it's citizens in order to maintain complete control.  Also many time the punishment for not heading to martial law often ends in death, although the particular offense wouldn't warrant that punishment under normal law.  Also, how many of you would want to have a curfew?  Go to work, come home.  No going out for a drink, after work.  No nothing.

This is something very serious.  A situation that could result in Bush joining his name with such dictators as Hitler, Stalin, Lenin, and Genghis Khan, and Mussolini.  Is that what we want our page in history to be?  If we let this man continue, it will be.  He is nothing short of seeking world domination.  This is something that cannot take place, unless we want one of those post-apocalyptic movies, be the certain future of this world, and this country. 

This is where things could be headed if we don't stop this train that has no intention of stopping for the sake of anyone and anything else besides itself.  Please take the time to read the information in this link . . .

http://towardfreedom.com/home/content/view/911/

May U Live 2 See The Dawn

Is started as any other story . . .

There is an ancient man out working in the heat of the day.  In a great field of wheat he works.  Straining to cut down the stalks of wheat with his scythe.  Then he looks up abruptly, as if his actions are the herald of something evil and dreaded.

He reached out to touch the arms of a girl, but something held him back.  Her eyes were so tired and bloodshot.  She seemed as though she just wanted some relief, something to help her become the child that she was.  But not now, no, now she was afflicted.

There was some kind of yearning within his soul to help this young girl.  There was an evil within her soul, that no child, such as her, should be afflicted with.  But there it was, inside of her, and festering.  He knew that the only way to save her soul was to transfer this evil, expel it from her.  But he knew there would have to be an incentive for the evil to leave.  Something for it to revel in, feed off of.  There had to be a reward for it.  Nothing else would sway it's residence inside this baby girl's soul.

So he knew what it was that he had to do.  He must entice this evil to reside in his own body, his soul, so that this girl might once again pure.  He grasped ahold of arms, tightly.  He felt the power of this evil.  Like electricity, it surged through his body.  He could fell the blackness envelop his heart, mind, and body.  He could see the innocence return to the girl.  Her eyes weren't so tired and bloodshot, and her voice was that of an angel again.  But the festering evil in his soul was going to destroy him. 

He reached out to the girl.  All the time fighting his body, as it was his no longer.  He reached out and wrapped his fingers around the neck of the girl, wishing to squeeze the life out of her, this imperfect vessel.  This vessel that could not contain the evil that tried to find a home inside of her.  But as his breath began to ween, he pulled back, in a moment of control.  The evil had not taken him yet.

He reached for a letter opener sitting on her nightstand.  He with great haste, plunged it, into his rapidly beating heart.  The blood from such a wound spattered everywhere.  It stained the sheets of the girls bed, and face.  It pumped forth, like the spurt tings of a leaky mud pump, spraying blood everywhere.  Slowly, he slide of the side of the bed, collapsing on the floor, the letter opener still protruding from his chest.  His shirt now a crimson red, from the soaking of the blood.

She looked, down from her bed, at him, as the last moments of life escaped him.  He had an expression of content and relief.  This was the man, unknown to her, that took the evil within her and tried to conquer it.  The battle, although won, had it's casualties.  She sat back up in her bed, against the headboard.  She seemed to stare at nothing and yet everything.  And as his last breath began to escape his lips, she whispered something to him.  So softly, that you almost couldn't hear it.  But if you listened really well, you could hear her say to him . . .

May U Live 2 See The Dawn

Well, first off, I want to thank all for your kind comments and statements regarding my wife and children. You all are such a special kind of friends that I cannot express enough. Thank you all, again and again.

Now down to the nitty and gritty.

I got a problem, I assume, and I need some advice. For some reason here of lately, I have had some disturbing dreams. Not like nightmares of serial killers and chainsaw cannibalistic mask-wearing lunatics, but something much worse.

For some reason, I have been having dreams of a bizarre nature.

Dream . . .

For some reason I was dreaming of my job, and it had taken a different turn. (Presently, I work in a warehouse, but at one time, I use to drive a truck delivering oilfield parts and supplies to the drilling rigs. Since we have had children, I have quit driving because of the hours.) At any rate, I was called upon to once again get in a truck and deliver to the rigs again. And this came at a last minute deal. The delivery was far away, and I wanted to come home and let Mrs. Warlock know that it was a far enough delivery that I would have to stay the night over, and return the next day. So in mid-afternoon, I loaded my truck with the parts that I needed and was going to stop by the house to tell her of the situation.

I come home and come through the door that connects the garage to the house. I didn't hear my boys, so I proceeded to go upstairs and check to see where everyone was at, since the car was in the driveway. As I got up the stairs, I noticed that the door to the bedroom was closed and there was stirring from inside.

(Excuse the blunt language.) As I opened the door, there I saw my lovely, dear with in sexual acts with another man. Not just going through the motions, but thoroughly enjoying the fuck out of it. Seeing her moan with pleasure at the actions of another man was more than I can even begin to put in words. The feelings and emotions. I couldn't believe it. It was as if I couldn't feel anything. There she was riding on top of a man that wasn't me, feeling and vocalizing all the things that we had intimately shared with each other. It was devastating. It was pain. There was anger.

Mrs. Warlock has never done ANYTHING to ever make me think she would do such a thing. I trust her to be faithful more than I trust myself. Not to say that I plan to, I just know that she is a stronger person than I am. And to see this was just beyond words.

This is just after Mrs. Warlock and I have celebrated our 7th year together. And in all those seven years she has done NOTHING to make me even consider that she is unfaithful to me. If anything, I have been at fault in one particular situation. To make a long story short, I had probably gotten too familiar with a co-worker, that turned into something that could have destroyed our marriage. But despite my stupidity or ignorance, she continued to trust me, and we have gotten on with that.

I have had several dreams along this line, here in the last week or two. I don't know where they come from and I don't know why my mind seems the need to punish me with these visual aids.

I want all that wish to comment, to be a blunt as humanly possible. Say EXACTLY what you think, hold no bars. I want to get some insight as to why my mind feels the need to plague me with such scenarios. Again, be open, honest, and blunt comments would be most appreciated. I so wish my mind wasn't such a fucking amalgam of darkness and sadness.

Thank you all in advance.

May U Live 2 See The Dawn

Alright then.  Here we go, I got to get this out of my system before I continue this here post . . .

I know I hold U 2 tight

But I just can't seem 2 get close enough (I want to hold U)

I want 2 hold U every night

I'm so horny and U're the star

Glam Slam thank U ma'am

U really make my day

Sorry I got some long lost Prince CD's this weekend and I just can't help myself. Buuuuut, anyways, this here post I'm going to share picture of Mrs. Warlock and I from our anniversary night out, last night, and pictures of the Warlock Boys. Now take into consideration that the dress that Mrs. Warlock is in, isn't the fabled cheongsam that I told some of you that I bought for Mrs. Warlock for this occasion. I did in fact buy her this cheongsam, but even the possessor of the Soul Gem, can still not judge Mrs. Warlock's size correctly. So off the cheongsam goes back to Shanghai, China for the exchange to the correct size. Then in the first part of November, when my parents come to visit, we will again embark on a night on the town so Mrs. Warlock can flaunt her beauty in said awesome-ass cheongsam. Below are a few pictures that were taken after we got back from out dinner . . .

Male Warlocks often have a hard time smiling.

But granted we did go to Musashi's, a sushi bar, and I ordered a bottle of sake, that Mrs. Warlock didn't like, so I felt responsible to make sure none went to wasts, as it was $30.

And my still amazement at watching people eat fried rice with chopsticks. Curse my German blood, I just couldn't do it. Some pictures of the baby Warlock, Ian.

Now my thinker, and future gaming son, Marc Warlock. I know this child here will go on to do great things. Just look at the peace and calm. (Just wish he was always like this.)

And lastly, a blogstreamer in the making. The Mrs. snapped this one unbeknownst to me. I was either chatting or typing a post when she did this, I can't remember which.

I will be sure to share pictures of Mrs. Warlock in her cheongsam when the correct size arrives, and we are able to get out. I think we might return to Musashi's, as it was quite an experience. A chef cooks your entire meal there at the table on a giant cooking surface. It was quite awesome. If we return, we will bring our camera and get some pictures of these talented entertainers/chefs.

Thanks all . . .

May U Live 2 See The Dawn