At the risk of being redundant…any of you out there who get your rocks off yanking other people’s chains, playing with their emotions, manipulating them for a feeling of power or whatever…

Cut it out.  Find a more constructive hobby.  Like exploring fucking reality.  There’s some really neat shit going on out here.  It’s time to de-rectalify your head and take a look around.  Maintain that state long enough, you might even be able to smell the roses again.

Jeeze.  Enough already.  I've said it before, and I'll say it again:  You are the only person you can control.  You are the only person that you have a right to control, and you are the only person you should have a desire to control.  Now, those of you who need to...Get to work on that.

Captain Mullet needs to get a life.  I got another letter from Hong Kong.  This one specifically addresses me, and goes a little further in threatening me.

“Dear Ms. Lhotka,

     We will summon any witness we want.  We don’t need your advice.

     Your assistance to [name of my instructor] impersonating a Shaolin Kung Fu Instructor and your self name a Shoalin Kung Fu Assistant Instructor is illegal.  We will monitor you and we will investigate you.

     You are a multi-faced bad person.  No way any SiFu will appoint you or [name of my instructor] to anything with Shaolin.”

C. Chan

     OK, first of all, my instructor never claimed to teach for any other school or organization except for his own, since he left that school.  Secondly, they can claim to own the name “Shaolin” all the want, but they don’t.  Third, I never claimed to be an assistant instructor.  I’m an assistant.  I help teach…but I don’t have a black belt yet…so I’m not an “assistant instructor”.

     And fourth…come on people “You are a multi-faced bad person?”  Are they serious?  I am nearly overcome with the urge to respond “I know you are but what am I?” or; “I’m rubber and you’re glue.  Whatever you say bounces off me and sticks to you.”

     And fifth…you haven’t SEEN a multi-faced bad person until you piss me off, sparky.  Just keep the letters coming, ‘cause you KNOW you don’t want a piece of this shit right here.

     Another person who needs to get a life is the intestinal refugee that posted to the blog of a friend of mine ridiculing and abusing her for being overweight, bad-mouthing her religion, and her family.  (Not to mention a nice note that someone wrote to another member of this same family celebrating the death of their beloved dog.  People can be so warped)

     This woman is strong of limb, will, and heart; really sharp of mind and wit, kind, loving, generous and also quite pretty and growing more outwardly attractive by the week…somewhat due to the weight she’s lost, but mostly because the beaming light of her spirit that was blocked and bottled up has recently begun beaming out of her like a beacon.

     God, the work she’s done is incredible…and is something this mugwump will never experience or understand.

     I mean really, who has time to write multi-page rants tearing down and belittling someone they’ve never even met, and have no reason to have any hostility to?  What sort of deficiency is that, and can we please make it some sort of law or something that defines these people as public health hazard and get them some treatment or at least restrain them until they get better?

     What makes them think it's OK to inflict their crap on innocent people who just want to take a lesson from the teacher of their choice?  Or blog about their feelings of inadequacy and how they are working to over-come it and make positive changes?  Obviously, they somehow got the idea that they are allowed to do this, and they need to be taught otherwise.

     So here’s my homework assignment for anyone who reads this:

     Don’t go ANYWHERE without a rolled-up newspaper.  Carry it with you like a badge of office…and if you encounter anyone who trolls newsgroups, or posts abusive crap, or bullies people, or pushes their significant other around, or fixates on someone and stalks them…whatever…anything like that…and they get within arms reach of you…you take your newspaper, and you smack them on the nose, and say “NO!”

     And spread the word.  Every last one of those mother-fuckers has to be within an arm’s reach of SOMEBODY.  We’ll fix the little bastards yet.

     OK.  End of rant.

P.S.   While your at it, take a crack at those sneaky little bitches who slide left-handed complements and underhanded digs into an otherwise civil conversation…you know…the one’s with the perky smiles and the skin around their eyes that doesn’t move?  That’d be great…thanks.