Posts Tagged ‘Rants


Hilary’s rant….

I have another blog I am going to do later, but I just wanted to address this issue really quick.

The student asked her about BILL’s opinion, not hers. Frankly, I don’t blame her.  She IS Secretary Of State, not her husband. She was also in a country which puts women lower than men AND I am SURE this question would not have been asked if she were a man–“So Mr. (insert male politican’s name here), how does your wife, mistress feel about…”. 

 So I agree with what she said and HOW she said it. I wish the media would just let this issue go already. She was entirely in the right to say what she did.

What do you all think? Discuss…..


Reminder :-)

My first talk show is tonight at 6:00pm Eastern/3:00pm Pacific. I didn’t choose a topic to talk about because this show is basically just about getting my feet wet, learning the controls and things like that. So whatever you all want to discuss we will talk about. 🙂 Once I get into the groove I will have specific topics for the shows, and hopefully some awesome surprises!

Just go to my show page Mad As A Hatter to tune in. I will have the chatroom opened about 15 minutes before the show starts. Once you are at my page the blue player at the top SHOULD start automatically (once my show is on air) so you can listen and if you scroll down the page just a teeny bit, the chat should be there. I am crossing my fingers that it all works like it should hahaha.

Make an account there (it’s free) and fave my show AND friend me! Hope to see you all there and TALKING to me. You can also chat in the chat room with anyone else there AND with me. 🙂

See ya there.


my first talk show is scheduled…

Call IN!

Call IN!

Ok, I jumped in feet first and set a time for my first show. It’s tomorrow evening at 6:00 PM Eastern, 3:00 PM Pacific, if you are from another country, you will have to figure out the time, I SUCK at that hahaha.

 I really want you guys to tune in and TALK. It won’t be much of a talk show if I am the only one talking, plus I have a hard time doing ALL the talking, I need people to chatter with me. You can use the call in number if you are from the NY area OR have unlimited long distance like I do OR you can use the “Click To Talk” button on my shows page and talk using your mic and headset! The number for my shows is (646) 716-9673. The number is a permanent number for my shows so if you want to save it, please do. IF you use your cellphone and want to call, then I would suggest adding the number to your “top 5” if you have a plan like that, so you don’t get charged for calling in and talking. 🙂

There is also a dedicated chatroom that will show up on my page about 15 minutes before each show. You can log in there and chat away. If you are too shy to call (PLEASE CALL HAHA) you can ask me questions from the chat room and I will answer them, you can also voice your opinions there and we can discuss those too!

I am psyched and hope this works out and I can make this a regular thing I do at least once or twice a week. If any of you can come up with topics for the shows, please let me know!!

Tomorrow night’s topic is “What happened in YOUR world today?”. I just made it to “get our feet wet”, learn the chatroom, and so I can learn the controls and switchboard haha. I have some other shows in mind, some fun, some more serious…I will also be scheduling an “In Bed With D and V” show SOON, so watch for that one. Good Lord, you never know what we will talk about or what will happen haha.  I am also looking for co-hosts for my show! If you want to possibly be a regular with me on my shows, let me know and we will see how we mesh! 🙂

Ok I am out, I have to go to an appointment for the Social Security Office, with “their” appointed doctor. Which I think is BULLSHIT, but evidently MY evidence wasn’t enough for them *le sigh*. So I get to be pushed, poked and prodded….all that after radiation and dialysis this morning. Needless to say I will be worn out later. Wish me luck, or is it unluck that I fail? *giggle*

I’m out…

P.S.– For those who asked, you CAN promote my shows and I would SO appreciate it. You can go to my shows page and look to the right, scroll down a little and you will see “Promote This Show”. You can get buttons and widgets, put them on your websites, facebook, myspace, anywhere! 🙂 THANK you so much!


I have a question for my readers….

talkI want to do a live “talk show” on the internet. With many different topics, from funny to serious.  What I want to know is would you guys/gals be willing to tune in? To call in? To participate? I don’t want to get psyched to do this and hear crickets when I do my talk shows. So let me know.

D and I are also thinking of doing one weekly show together, late night…”In bed with D and V.” Again with many different topics and a question/answer “Dear Abby” type feel. Think Dear Abby meets Dr. Drew meets D and V hahaha.

It will of course be uncensored and not fit for children to listen to, but it could be fun for US. Especially us survivors who can talk, discuss, rant, rave, cry, scream, whatever we want to do!

So what do you say? Would you be willing to support my talk show? Let me know, I am anxious to do this….

BTW–This is in addition to starting my own radio station. When I get the money to start my radio station, that will be music, requests, etc. I WILL keep the talk show going though…no worries on that. 🙂

I’m awaiting your replies!



Random blathering, from my random mind…

I think it is time to get my “ode to Dad” moved down a bit.  The bastard doesn’t deserve the top spot in my blog, don’tcha agree?

This blog is probably going to be uhhh well…you will see. But it’s MY blog so I can do what I want, right? haha…

relistorI got my Relistor today, thank GOD (yeah I took the pic of it lying on my bed haha). Yes, I know you all don’t REALLY want to know about my bodily functions, but just put up with it, mmmkay? Now, I have been fighting this CML (chronic myelogenous leukemia) since late 1999. I have been on opioids for so long that they have relaxed my intestines to the point that they aren’t working anymore. Oh yes, that means no nice potty time for me after morning coffee. Nope I have been suffering for months with this problems. My wonderful doctor (no sarcasm here, he REALLY IS wonderful) prescribed Colace first…nothing. He then prescribed a laxative…nothing. I mean NOTHING. I took it for four days and not even a CRAMP. So we finally decided that Relistor was the final chance for me and my body.  From the website for Relistor:


RELISTOR is indicated for the treatment of opioid-induced constipation in patients with advanced illness who are receiving palliative care, when response to laxative therapy has not been sufficient.

Opioid-induced constipation (OIC) is one of the most distressing side effects seen in palliative care patients.

  • OIC can cause or result in abdominal pain, nausea and vomiting, or fecal impaction.
  • OIC can last the entire time that a palliative care patient with advanced illness is taking opioid medication.

You see, Relistor is only prescribed for patients with advanced illness (a nice way of saying we are dying) who can’t take a damn crap anymore because of other meds that help us with pain. Isn’t it amazing how a medication for one thing can cause another thing in your body to fuck up? You would think that with all the advances in medicine and medications they could get SOMETHING right for people huh?

Ok I digress — I will take my first shot of Relistor this evening and see if everything comes out alright in the end.  Hardy har har, I made a funny LMAO.  Keep your fingers, toes, eyes, legs and anything else crossed you can that this helps me with relatively small side effects. If it doesn’t, the only other option is a colostomy, that I DO NOT want. I already have cancer, DDD, COPD, a feeding tube in my stomach and fucking failed kidneys, I REALLY don’t need nor want another stoma in my tummy! I have to wonder just how much better I will feel once I can use the bathroom like a normal man again…they say that holding that stuff in can be toxic to your body. Well fuck me rotten, I’ve been suffering with this for MONTHS! Will I suddenly take a good crap that makes me sing with joy and maybe,  just MAYBE feel a little better? I certainly hope so. HAH I won’t be DJing tonight, my Dr. told me to take the first shot today, and then I do it every other day after that. I don’t know HOW it is going to work, so I can’t very well be DJing and say “Oh, oops, hold on again while I go potty”, now can I? HAHAHA. I also don’t know how MUCH I will go the first time, I mean are my insides SO backed up I will go multiple times with the first shot? Oh geez, lucky me. Although, if I did, it might actually  make me breathe a sign of relief haha. Now don’t make a face, you ALL know it FEELS GOOD to take a normal shit. You aren’t an honest human if you say it doesn’t! And you know, you really don’t realize how much you take for granted with your body until you can’t do it. Like peeing, yeah, just plain old peeing. I used to hop out of bed, pee, wash my face, brush my teeth, start my day. Now, since I am on dialysis, I get up…forget I can’t pee, errr, whip it out, then realize “OH, well HOLY FUCK, I can’t pee anymore, what am I doing??” It makes me kind of sad sometimes. You get the urge to pee, the urge to take a healthy dump, to eat, to sneeze, to scratch an itch, and you take those things for granted until you can’t do them anymore. SO, I will be happy IF this Relistor can help me be some what normal again. La De Daaa. Enough about that, I am sure you are sighing with relief about that huh? *snickers*

Ok now, I am going to rant a little. I hope I don’t start to cry again, because I have a headache. I just found out that one of my bestest friends online is getting sicker. Back story– we met on Pogo when I joined his league. We found out we were both suffering with cancer, him lymphoma and me with leukemia, two cancers, same family of illness. We started talking, bitching and moaning with each other, crying, laughing together. We each understand what the other is going through. We know what it’s like to be so fucking sick — to puke our brains out on a daily basis — to feel so weak and tired, to go through chemo, medication side effects, etc.  Yesterday,  we were talking, then he got a call from his dr. saying they were going to temporarily take him off of his chemotherapy and some of his meds because he is going into liver failure. I swear, when he told me that, it was like someone hit me full force in the heart with a baseball bat. We were both crying…I was even crying at the intro to my show last night *sigh*. I went from being so fucking sad, to being so fucking mad I could spit nails. WHY do GOOD people like my friend Chuck and I get sick, when the BAD people like my bastard of a “Dad” just keep going like freakin’ energizer bunnies? The bad keep getting and going and the good like us get sicker and sicker. We suffer barbaric medical treatments, horrific side effects from those treatments and medications. We get so sick that we wonder WHY we keep going, why not just end it all? Of course, the answer is simple — we look at our loved ones and they keep us going, but motherfuck, how UNFUCKINGFAIR is it?

I got off air last night, laid with D and I fucking lost it. I mean really lost it. I was sobbing, I couldn’t stop crying. I was crying for me, for Chuck, for D, for everyone else that IS suffering or HAS suffered with cancer or any other catastrophic illness. I raged at the unfairness that we (the ones living with and fighting cancer NOW) are essentially human fucking guniea pigs for the pharmaceutical companies, for most doctors. I KNOW in my heart there is a fucking cure for cancer out there, but what do the drug companies do? THEY LET ME AND CHUCK DIE. They let other people die. They simply do NOT care. It’s all about the benjamins ain’t it? Fuck the suffering we go through with their “wonderful” chemotherapy. Fuck the intense pain our skin feels when it’s being fried to a crisp with radiation treatments. Fuck the hours of endless puking, the kind I have every day, where you burst the blood vessels in your eyes, where you puke SO hard you pass out because your body just can’t take it anymore. Ohh and it’s even worse when you CAN take a shit, oh yeah, it’s lovely to have to sit on the toilet and hold the garbage pail (that of course you buy SOLEY for the purpose of puking into, because who wants to put their face into the bathroom garbage pail) heaving out both ends as you pray for death just so it will stop. Meanwhile, rapists, pedophiles, murderers and the like just keep truckin’. FUCK YOU pharmaceutical companies! GIVE US THE CURE, you KNOW what it is…for the LOVE OF GOD,  just give it up. If looking at someone like myself, like Chuck, suffer isn’t enough to make you want to give up the cure, then OH MY GOD look at the CHILDREN that I see when I visit my oncologist/hematologist. They are SO fucking brave, they sit there with their little bald heads shining, some so weak they can’t get out of their Mother/Father’s lap, yet they always have a smile, always. If that doesn’t tug your heart strings enough to give up the CURE, then you all REALLY are cold hearted bitches! ACK!

Ok I am done with this rant, I am really making myself mad again and I really don’t need to cry, my head is busting. Oh, yeah, I didn’t mention THAT did I? Oh yeah I think one of my “slow growing” brain tumors has decided to grow again and yeah, that means more radiation, and I KNOW they will suggest more chemo. GOD I don’t think my body could take it. But at the very least, I get to feel like a fucking piece of bacon getting sizzled and fried up in the pan. OH FUCK CANCER I HATE YOU!

I’m out!


assholes, stupidity and idiots…oh my!

assholeI am so fucking sick of assholes. People who think they know it all, when they really don’t know fuck all. People who assume things without having facts. Such as the person who wrote my wife a note at facebook asking her if I was real or some thing she made up. WTF? Lady get a fucking clue. She assumes because there are no pictures of me on the internet I don’t exist. Well lady, let your father rape you for most of your life, videotape and photograph it to share with other people, and tell me how many photos and videos of yourself you would let someone take of YOU. You might want to spend a few more seconds investigating things before you jump to conclusions. Believe it or not Dori and I have a life beyond facebook, beyond these blogs and beyond the internet OH MY! She has to deal with enough in her life, my cancer, the fear of  losing me anyday, some fucktard stealing her identity, making a living to support herself, her daughter, me…oh fuck you. Fucking asshole. Yeah I wrote you on your blog and I know you will be here reading my blogs, so read this. STAY away from Dori, stay away from me…we don’t need your bullshit. Don’t bother trying to comment here because I will NOT let it through….mmmkay? Have a great day, asshole!


Stupidity. Like the dumb bitch who is assuming my wife’s identity and stealing her writings. Did you really think you would get away with this? How stupid could you be?? D and I search our names on a regular basis on Google to make sure stupid people like YOU don’t try to assume who we are. We got one site of yours taken down, where you were actually fucking making money off of Dori’s name and identity. Scam artist much? I think so. You are so fucking stupid! To take OUR love story and make it your own? To use MY name in there like I am YOUR Angel, you stupid bitch. Oh do I sound a little pissed. HELL YES I am pissed. FUCK YOU. Asshole.

idiotI am sick of idiots too. I am plagued with stalkers, asshole and idiots. GO AWAY people. Stop assuming my life, stop stalking me, stop LYING about yourself for attention. You  know, the internet can be a WONDERFUL place, then some idiots come along and just fucks up the whole shebang! WHY? Can you NOT be yourselves, just be who you are? I am me, whether I am writing in this blog, DJing, talking on IM’s, on the phone or in person. I am who I am. I don’t put on bullshit airs to TRY to make people like me. Why do you idiots have to get in my way and piss me off? The internet is just about the only thing I have left in the world as far as communication goes. I am sick, I can’t get out, I use the ‘net as my connection to the world. I have friends I talk to, I DJ, I am in an awesome league at Pogo where I am a head tournament director, and it’s SO much fun. I am also autistic and have a lot of social problems and I can’t communicate well face to face. I CAN on the internet. So why oh why do you assholes, stupid people and idiots have to traipse your way into my path and fuck me up almost on a daily basis? Just GO AWAY already, ya bother me.

Have a nice day y’all…


now this is the shit that really pisses me off!!

Most of you have probably heard about the story of the “parents” that named their child Adolph Hitler…I was reading Shaun’s blog and read something that fucking INFURIATED me, so I am going to rant about it.

Here is the link to Shaun’s post —> Parents Of Adolph Hitler To Be Evicted (you should really read Shawn’s blog regularly, I love it)! Anyhow…to my rant.

If you read the full post you will see this — “The Campbells’ neighbors described a family living on the fringe, financially and socially. Mr. Campbell, 35, and his wife, Deborah, 25, do not work and receive disability payments for emphysema and neck pain, respectively.”

Now, he is 35 and she is 25 and receiving disability and *I* can’t fucking get it?? WHAT THE FUCK? Neck pain and emphysema? I have those…leukemia, I have it, end stage renal disease, I have it, neck and back pain, yeah I have it so severe that some days I can’t even walk, yet the fucking government has fought me for mine for nearly 8 fucking years. HOW pathetic is that?

“Their landlord, Larry Lippincott, who shares the two-family home, said the family is often up all night.”

“I hear the kids playing at 2:30 in the morning and the TV on,” Mr. Lippincott said. “He told me he was a night person and didn’t like to do anything during the day.”

Ahhh, so in other words, they are lazy fucks who stay up all night, sleep all day and bilk the system for disability, while honest people like me, who are REALLY sick and REALLY in pain can’t get it. We have to fight and fight, and still get turned down over and over again.

It’s people like THIS that make it so hard for people like me, with real problems, to get our disability. I bet neither of them have hardly worked a day in their life (if at ALL), probably  haven’t paid much (if any) taxes, yet they can sure get paid to sit on their asses and stay up all night, doing God knows what.

The government is giving money to two people who named ALL three of their children Nazi names and who have Nazi swastikas all around their house. Way to go U.S. government.

They say the “poor” dude is hospitalized due to stress…Whatever — *rolls eyes*. I swear it’s shit like this that makes me lose even MORE faith in our system. I have re-filed my disability again, let’s see how many more times I get turned down, while people like this couple keep getting and getting. *Growls*

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