if you could go back 50 years, would it matter?

i remember when i was in 4th grade and we went to a camp as a class. we were told to bring a book to read. of course, i was reading a biography of Robert F. Kennedy at the time. looking back, i was so much different than everyone else in the class, no wonder i'm a fucking loner at 42. but, i thought about that today on the 50th anniversary of RFK's assassination. i always wonder what if he would have become president, instead of Nixon. would anything today truly be any different? considering Nixon 2.0 is in the White House right now, i doubt it. i have always felt what "help" RFK would have given to minorities, would have been reversed within a few years. if this country does anything well, it's fucking racism.

Monday Night Raw was pretty good last night.

the New York Yankees split the doubleheader yesterday in Detroit. they won the first game 7-4. they lost the nightcap 4-2. they stranded a small village in that second game. oh well. they start a 2 game series in Toronto tonight.

i do like what the Yankees have done so far in the MLB Draft.

here are your highlights from Game 4 of the Stanley Cup Final last night:

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, Smackdown and Deadliest Catch. i'll watch 205 Live sometime tonight on WWE Network.

mom and i went to Waffle House after her doctor's appointment today. she will be getting another injection into her back in July. hopefully, Medicare will pay for most or all of that. we will have to travel less for these injections, thankfully. they will be done in the office.

of course, it's fucking raining now. and i have to still go next door to do the trash. joy.

i did write 3 poems last night. i got into one of my moods and really went dark for a few hours. between sad songs and porn, you can imagine what i wrote. i typed them up this morning. i like them. i will definitely be using them in my next round of submissions. i'm hoping to get those out this weekend.

mom is having people come over to give estimates on getting new windows for the house. she's also talking about having the landscaping completely made over. at least i'm smart enough to know there will be no money left for me when she dies. hell, my father left me nothing either.

i do love what Manchester United is doing:

that's all for me kids. i'll be on here tomorrow in the afternoon, most likely.

cuando la muerte ya no te detiene en seco, te has movido más allá del punto de cuidado.

be well. be creative. be cool. be quick to send me CASH, panties, hate mail, love letters, broken promises and dirty pennies from heaven.

peace and chicken grease...

music:

Simon & Garfunkel - Mrs. Robinson
The Rolling Stones - Sympathy For The Devil
The Zombies - Time of the Season
Big Brother & The Holding Company - Ball and Chain (Live)

"As I have not worried to be born, I do not worry to die." - Federico Garcia Lorca

and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day: