Saturday, December 7, 2019

Pike County Ohio: More Emails To Carroll

As promised, I have a few more questions from readers that I have responded to, but now will share with you. Like the last email post, no names. And thanks for sending them, too. I know you probably would rather just leave a comment but as you can see, I shut that off to avoid the nut jobs.

Anyhow, I assume I have picked up some readers from right here in my home town and or county / state. If so, then cool.

So let's get this thing going, shall we?

This first question was my favorite so I decided to begin with it. I will call him or her reader #1, and they write: .... If you're so bad ass, why carry a baseball bat around with you?

The answer: .... Someone has been reading my Facebook feeds. But yes, the baseball bat. Well, it's like this, dogs are smart animals, correct? But humans are much more intelligent. I just wanted to call my dog and the baseball bat was my dog whistle. In other words; I wanted Piketon chief of police, Brock Clemmons, to come pay me a visit but I didn't want to verbally invite him. Instead, I manipulated him to come and see me.

Every now and then I like to get people to do things for me without them knowing that I am calling the shots. Stupid people are easy to manipulate. I knew that carrying the baseball bat in the manner that I was doing it, would bring Brock to my door. And as you may well know, it worked.

There are several reasons why I wanted him to come to me. This face to face meeting was bound to happen, I just wanted to make sure it happened on my turf first. The moment he knocked on my door I knew it was him, which is why I answered it holding my baseball bat. When he asked me if I always answer the door with my bat, I told him yes, however,NO! lol I don't ever open the door with a bat in my hand, Brock, you numb nut. lol I only answered it that time with the bat because I knew it was you! ha-ha.

Getting stupid people to do my bidding is something I have perfected through the years. I also did this with the internet bullies several years ago. That was perhaps my greatest achievement. But I am thousands of light years ahead of stupid people where intelligence is concerned. It's not my fault that Brock is stupid.

You might say that I was tagging my deer. But again, there are reasons why I did this. I do not wish to share those reasons with you, or anyone. Trust me, I almost never do anything randomly. Everything I do, I do with a purpose and or for a designed result. I also wanted to learn more about Brock. I learned quite a lot. Mission accomplished.


Okay, let's get to the next question I selected for this post. Reader #2 asks; ... Did it ever occur to you that those people did what they did because they believed you threatened that little boy?

The answer; ... Slow down Cooter, you're jumping ahead of the game. The first accusation was that I assaulted that little boy. Video evidence debunked that. Then when that lie fizzled, the new lie was that I threatened that boy. However, based on what one of the employees at the store told me when she viewed the video, there wasn't any evidence showing that that was the case ether. Nor that I did what the third accusation was, which is, that I called that little boy a faggot. 

In fact, the only evidence that can be seen on the video is me getting assaulted by two men, one of them a 300 pound plus gorilla, and using a weapon, with my back turned to them and holding a bag in each hand while heading for the exit. 

Maybe the Pike County sheriff's deputies and Brock Clemmons are stupid enough to believe lies #2 and #3, after lie #1 was debunked, but I'm not that stupid. The fact that I know the truth about it all makes me the smartest one of the bunch. 

But even if you want to believe that I said either or both of those things to that little boy, it still doesn't justify taking the law into your own hands like that. Those two males should have been, and still need to be punished for what they did. 


Okay, let's wrap this post up with reader #3 asking; ... Who made you gods special little gift to humanity?

The answer; ... GOD. 


I hope you had some fun with this post, I know I did. Maybe we'll do this again sometime. 

Pike County Ohio: Email To Carroll

I got a few emails already responding to my last post Pike County Ohio It has been a while since I got this many emails from a post on any of my blogs.

However, at this point I am only going to share one them in this post. It is from a reader who asks: WHY DO YOU HATE COPS?

Well, reader, the truth is, I don't hate cops. One of my best friend's is a retired cop. There have been a couple of cops right here in Piketon that I got along with as well. I also mentioned in my post that I have had no problems with any Ohio State Highway Patrol officers and in the nearby city of Waverly, I have had a few encounters with Waverly police and I had no problem with them.

You see, I have no problem with good cops who are trying to do their job. And the good cops are not out looking for a fight. Cops like Brock Clemmons are going around looking for a fight. Which is probably why he brought back-up the other day when came to talk to me. Maybe he thought I was going to beat him up or something. An old man with health issues and no violent criminal past. I mean, sure, even in my current condition, if Brock and I went at it one on one, I would beat the shit out of him so bad that he would have to wear an adult diaper for the rest of his life, but that isn't the point.

I think the better question is, why do cops like Piketon Ohio police department chief of police, Brock Clemmons dislike me so much?

Think about it.

I am a law abiding citizen. I have no criminal / violent history. I go about the town doing my commerce, minding my own business, looking to help people, not hurt them so wouldn't you think that someone like Brock Clemmons would appreciate a citizen like that? Some cops do appreciate that. But why doesn't Brock appreciate it?

Because Brock Clemmons is not a good cop.

Brock wants people to kiss his ass. Brock wants people to fear him because Brock doesn't know how to earn people's respect.Brock is a goddamn liar. You can't trust anything he says. In my post I told you about the lie he said to me to my face. The point is, Brock, and many others at the Piketon police force as well as the Pike County sheriff's office, are bad cops. Brock is a disgrace to his profession. He doesn't talk with you, he talks down at you. Brock thinks his shit doesn't stink. And if he doesn't like you then you get no justice.

My point is this; Brock likes to use intimidation and bully tactics to get people to fear him. I stand up to bullies like Brock. I stand up to criminals. I stand up to bad people. I stand up to evil. Brock doesn't like me because he is a bad seed, and I won't be intimidated by him or any of his boyfriends that he brings with him to my door.

You have to understand, reader, that a good cop would have arrested those two thugs that attacked me when they saw the video. Even if they liked the two guys and didn't like me, a good cop would have gone with the evidence and did the job they are expected to do. Yet none of the Pike County deputy sheriff's that were on the scene made the arrest. And later, Brock Clemmons did not make the arrest. And why didn't they make the arrest? Because they like the two attackers and they do not like me. And yet, I am not a criminal, or someone going around looking for violence or trouble, I am a law abiding citizen that deserves justice just like everyone else.

No cop has to like me or be my friend, but a good cop will do his or her job regardless of their personal feelings towards me or anyone else. The motto isn't "To Serve and Protect only those we like" is it?

That's what I thought.

Brock, and cops like him, do not like to be called out. I call them out. I don't put up with their bullshit and I do not kiss their sorry sissy asses.

I don't have to stand up to good cops because a good cop doesn't go around trying to act like some tough guy or bad-ass. But a bad cop does. I think Brock might have some kind of complex or something that allows the power of his badge / position go to his head. He's still a child learning his way. He might grow out of it someday.

So this isn't about me hating cops, it's about bad cops that hate me. And their feeble attempts to try and turn me into some kind of criminal or something. I mean, you can see it in their eyes that they would love nothing more than to lock me up .... and for what? As I stated, I have no criminal history so why are the Brock's of the world trying so hard to turn me into one?

Because they are bad cops. Bad people. Crooked and corrupt and I stand up to those kinds of people. And someone like me puts the fear of Satan in their hearts.

I hope you understand what I am trying to say here. The question isn't why I hate cops because I don't hate cops. The question is, why do these cops (like Brock Clemmons) hate me so much when I am not the bad guy? And why do cops like Brock Clemmons refuse to give me the same kind of justice like anyone else?

There lies the bigger mystery.

And one last thing, I have never had problems with cops before I moved here so, why am I having problems with them in Piketon? Maybe because they started out harassing me and I stood up to them and hurt their precious little feelings? Or do crooked cops get their orders from crooked Mayors? What do you think Billy Boy Spencer? A former crooked cop himself turned crooked Mayor perhaps? Maybe next election, he won't run unopposed.  

Thanks for your question.

I might post some more answers to readers question in the near future as this has been fun, and I know I have stopped all comments on this blog (to keep the stupid from overtaking the place) and there are some out there who just want to know what hell is going on. lol

Friday, December 6, 2019

Pike County Ohio: Criminals With Badges

I am a resident of a small town in Ohio called Piketon. It sits in Pike County, Ohio. It's a small place and often times peaceful, but underneath that peacefulness lurks some very shady characters inside the Pike County Sheriff's office and the Piketon Ohio police department.

When I say "shady", I mean some of the most corrupt law enforcement officers you would ever hope to never encounter. That peacefulness inside the town of Piketon isn't the right kind of peace, it's a peace that is smeared with fear. Fear of local law enforcement.

I have been living here for fifteen years and the first five years was spent being harassed by Piketon police officers. Fortunately for me, federal agents got involved to defuse the situation. There has been many changes to the corrupt roster of cops that have come and gone since then but one thing has never changed ... the level of corruption within.

Of course, in a small town like Piketon, Ohio, all root of corruption starts with the town's mayor. In this case, we are talking about one, Billy Spencer. I have tried once before to reach out to this bum in the past when I was being targeted and harassed by his officers, but to no avail. I learned my lesson. You can't count on him to control his cops.

The current corruption is being led by Piketon chief of police, Brock Clemmons. A individual who likes to use intimidation to keep people in line. An officer that doesn't seem to want to do his job. At least when it comes to me.

You see, last Tuesday evening, December 3rd, while shopping at a local store, I was attacked from behind, carrying two bags of merchandise, one in each hand, while walking out the door by two thugs, one weighing around 300 pounds, and using a cane as a weapon because they were accusing me of hitting a young boy in the store that looked to be about 10 years old.

Video evidence would later exonerate me from this claim.

I fought these thugs off as best I could and when it was over, I simply headed home to check my wounds because I thought one of the thugs had stabbed me. Turned out he didn't. However, the 300+ pound male and his accomplice did manage to throw me to the ground at one point and landed on me so my hip was sore as hell and I had a hard time walking.  I have multiple bruises on my back from being hit with the cane.

I called the police from my residence and said I would return to the scene but I was so sore and having such a difficult time walking that I asked a friend of mine, a retired cop, to drive me. Before we got started though, a sheriff's car and chief Brock Clemmons arrived to pick me up. I got out of my friend's car and took a seat in the back of the sheriff's car. This is also when the deputy sheriff placed handcuffs on me.

This deputy, (Romaine I think is his last name) then proceeded to drive me back to the scene where he informed me that he had four witness statements (All friends of my attackers) that incriminated me and pending the results of the video evidence, he said it looked like he was going to take me to jail. He also told me that he knew one of the attackers and his family and that this guy was "an honest man, and not a liar."

I told him that I was also an honest man, and not a liar.

At the scene, I remained in the back of the sheriff's car and there were a few other deputies at the scene who came to me to get my statement. I was read my rights also. It appeared that everyone was fired up to finally take the famous bad-ass local writer to jail.

Then they viewed the video evidence.

Officer Romaine quickly exited the store and made a b-line straight to me where he opened the door and took off my cuffs faster than you can say, "What the hell is going on?"

He placed the store bought items I had left behind in the store on the floorboard in front of my legs. He closed the door while saying, "I'm taking you home."

He quickly got behind the wheel and proceeded to drive me back home. I asked him, "You saw the video I assume?"

He said yes. I then began to do what I do best ... piss people off. "Looks like your friend is a liar after all. Why aren't you arresting them?"

The officer replied, "I either take you both to jail or you both go home."

I quickly countered, "Jail sounds fine with me. Let's go."

I only said that because I knew what was on the video. I knew this cop didn't want to take his friend to jail. Or his friend's accomplice.

He looked at me through the mirror. "Just put it down as a fight and leave it at that."

"It wasn't a fight." I told him. "I have been in fights before. A fight is when two people volunteer to square off with each other face to face. I was attacked from behind. I had no choice but to fight to defend myself."

He continued to stare at me randomly through the mirror and in no time, he stopped the car and opened the door to let me out. In doing so, I mentioned, "I hope this doesn't mean I have to start carrying a gun for protection."

The officer replied. "Even if you would have shot them, you would have still been in the wrong."

"If I was so in the wrong then why didn't you take me to jail tonight? You know, your four witnesses."

He looked at me for a moment. "You would have still been in the wrong."

I smiled. "Yeah, but shooting those two white trash coward bastards would have made me feel better. Speaking of which," I continued, "What are their names so I can file a civil lawsuit against them in the future?"

"Let it go." was the words he left me with.

"Fat chance." I fired back, then headed to the door of my home.

So here I am, attacked for something I didn't do. The accusation of me hitting a child was proven by the video to be a lie. The next accusation was that I threatened the child with physical violence. How asinine and stupid is that? But still, no first hand witnesses to this "crime". And then the accusation became that I called this young boy a faggot.

Can you believe this horse-shit?

 I guess when one lie doesn't fit the narrative, you keep finding another lie until you think you have found one that works. I think these white trash cowards were just trying to come up with some kind of excuse to justify their crime. Still, there is no evidence that supports their accusations and there is clear evidence on that video that shows their crime against me.

No matter how I have tried since then to file charges against these two thugs, no one will do it. Not even Brock Clemmons. I have also been trying to get my hands on that video. No dice. Hell, Brock won't even let me sit down with him in his office to watch it so he can point out to me what is or isn't assault. He may not even know what an assault is.

But here is the deal, folks, the cops like these two thugs who attacked me and they do not like me. And this is how it works in Piketon / Pike County; If cops don't like you and you are attacked by someone they do like, then you do not get justice. And their friend's do not get charged. That's the corruption that is going on here.

 They are doing everything they can to say that I somehow brought this onto myself. Even though the video shows me minding my own business as I shopped that night. There is absolutely no evidence that initiated anything and yet, all the evidence shows a crime being committed against me.

To further showcase how chief of police, Brock Clemmons is a bad cop, he came to my door a day or so after with one of his "boyfriend's" to no less try and intimidate me, saying that a local store merchant called in a complaint that I carried a concealed weapon into his place of business. First of all, I was carrying my bat around with me for protection because the two thugs who attacked me are still on the loose and who knows if they have friends who might want a piece of me as well, right? But anyhow, I was carrying my bat in full public view but when I went into the store, I slid it inside my jacket so I could free up my hands to carry any merchandise. I wasn't trying to hide anything. But I called Brock's bluff by telling him that those people at the store I went to knew me and they wouldn't do that. Brock then quickly said, "A passerby called it in."

Really? A passerby? Do you see what I have to deal with here? I give Brock a chance to prove to me he is trustworthy and worthy of my respect and he stands there to my face and lies like the little bitch he is. I would even go so far as to say I bet it wasn't even a passerby who called it in. But it doesn't matter because it was all an attempt to try and intimidate  me.

Brock Clemmons is not a real man. He is a boy. He is a corrupt cop. He is a coward in my book. I have less than zero respect for him. Every time I gave him a chance to earn my trust and respect, he went the complete and total opposite direction. All of them have. Brock Clemmons has no honor. Nor does the Mayor, Billy Spencer. Nor does any Piketon officer or Pike County sheriff / deputy.

They only hate me because I am not intimidated by them and their bullying tactics and they can't shut me up. I do not fear death so why would I ever fear these monkeytards? I told a friend of mine recently that I wouldn't put it past any of them to try and kill me someday. I honestly believe they would if they thought they could get way with it. And maybe they know to get away with it so .... who knows?

I will say this though. The Ohio State Highway Patrol I have never had an issue with. Ever. Nor have I had any problems with Waverly police. (A nearby town.) I don't think you would have to worry about them but if you are traveling through Pike County Ohio, just be aware of the corrupt law enforcement officers of the Pike County sheriff's office and the Piketon Ohio police department. You would be better off traveling through a town full of Charles Manson type people.

I am in the process of talking to a lawyer in Dayton, Ohio to try and get answers as to why Brock Clemmons is so afraid of arresting my two attackers. I am also trying to get a copy of that video. I am also looking into any possibilities of suing the Pike County sheriff's department and the Piketon Ohio police department. I will try and keep you all updated and informed of any progress. I have also reached out to TV news stations to try and get as much publicity as I can on this matter.

Getting justice is a right that all Americans are entitled to. When video evidence clearly shows a crime, police have an obligation to do their job and arrest the criminals and give victims their justice. The law enforcement officers involved in my situation have purposely failed to give me my justice. They have violated my rights. They are criminals with badges. And police chief Brock Clemmons is the biggest criminal of them all.

Saturday, October 19, 2019

Happy Sexy Halloween 2019


Halloween is for all kinds of creatures

Even sexy creatures

No matter how you like your sweets

Enjoy these tasty treats


Thursday, October 3, 2019

Boycotting Democrats; Carroll's Journey

It started out simple enough, many years ago. What began as my disgust towards Hollywood evolved into a lifestyle that now, feels normal enough and has enriched my life tenfold. I can't recall ever being this happy before. And what was it that I did all those many moons in the past? Well, I decided to boycott Hollywood.

I decided to stop going out to the movies. A decision I made over ten years ago. And kept to. I also stopped buying DVD's. No more spending my money on movies, period! With the exception of South Park. I currently own the first 20 seasons of that cartoon series. And with that lone exception, it has also been well over ten years since I purchased a movie on DVD.

I made this decision because Hollywood had gotten too big for its britches. I just got tired of their bullshit and attitude and made a choice to no longer support those ass-hats. Then something amazing happened .... and it is called, Donald J. Trump.

I was already getting fed up with democrats and their socialist / communist / fascist / terrorist behavior. For years I was watching as they transformed into something ugly, something evil. You had to look hard if you wanted to see it, but when Trump came along to throw his name into the hat for nomination for president of the united states, all democratic hell broke loose.

The democrats turned more hateful, angry and evil than I had ever seen anything turn before. Now, I no longer even see democrats as human beings, but back then, I was disbelieving my own eyes and ears at the things they were doing, and saying.

Back then, I had some dozen or more friends that were democrats. From then to now, I lost all of them except for one. A few turned independent, like me, and I'm still friends with them. A few turned republican and I'm still friends with them, too. The rest of them started breaking from me because I support Trump and the final three or four, I rejected because I could no longer put up with their constant hate.

 Now, like I stated earlier, I am down to just one democrat friend, and he's like a brother to me. No! He is a brother to me. I have known him for 30 years. He and I both agreed to never talk politics, and so far, it has worked.

Now, I will not become friends with anyone new unless / until I know they are not a democrat. It's just the way it is these days.

But that was only the beginning. I was in a local grocery store one morning and I overheard one of the employees talking to another customer and she was attacking Trump. For some reason, this got me pissed. Then I started seeing on the news how democrats were attacking Trump supporters, Violence, or with words or by getting them fired and shit and so, this infuriated me even more.

Then one day, I kind of snapped. Me and a couple friends went down to that store and long story short, got that employee fired. I have to admit, it felt good. Before I knew it, we had gotten several democrats fired from their jobs over the next few years to now. It gets even worse.

My friends and I also got a few businesses shut down, that were owned / operated by democrats. The first one was a diner owner who got a little too drunk at a 4th of July picnic. He was bad-mouthing Trump something awful, and in front of children. We then decided to spread some rumors about "food poisoning" incidents and a year and a half later, he went belly up.

It really began when I declared that I would never eat at his place again, when at that time, I spent close to two hundred dollars at his place a month. Then many of my friends stopped eating there, too. Then came the rumors to seal his fate. He sold his place to a guy who just happens to be a republican.

We also then proceeded to shut down a couple more. And again, it felt good. To strike back at the democrats really did feel like I was accomplishing something. I felt like I was playing their game, using their rules. Everything democrats think about Trump supporters, is what I feel about them multiplied by a million.

Recently, within the past year, I found out that my cable provider was a democrat supporter. I found a way to ditch their internet service and cable service. I kept their phone service, but now I get phone, internet and cable for 1/3 of the cost. I found a way around the high cost of technology.

The past few years I have also broke up with a few girls after discovering they were democrats. I also dropped my medical doctor for being a liberal. I got a new one. A better one, if you ask me. But I have reached a point where I can no longer stand being around democrats. PERIOD!

I do not patronize any business that I KNOW for a fact is owned by a democrat. And while it started with a simple decision to stop supporting Hollywood, it has now evolved into a full-out act of boycotting democrats. They make everything political, like movies, music, sports, religion, and so on, and now, so do I.

I have found that I am much more happier by at least 300 %. I am also saving more money every month as well. Not that it is a big deal as everyone knows I haven't worked for some 15 years now, and do not plan to ever go back to work. I live the good life. The easy life. But hey, if you can have the same things at a lower cost, then great! Right?

It's just simply a much better life.

Maybe I also still harbor bad feelings from the two times democrats have personally attacked me online. All I know is, they do not deserve to even breathe the oxygen on this planet. Even the good ones are shit-holes because they vote for these evil people like Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, Adam Schiff, Maxine Waters, Jerry Nadler, Nancy Pelosi, and the like. You get my drift. 

My overall health has improved greatly as well. I probably should have done this a lot sooner, but it is what it is for the here and now, and now, I can't see myself ever going back to the way it was. The way I see it, life is too short to go around all the time hating everything, everyone or being pissed off at the world. I want nothing from these communists because they can't offer me anything but doom and gloom and dread. They are horrible and evil things that, as far as my real life is concerned, have no place in my world.

It's just the way it is.

And a world free of democrats is the most wonderful and amazing world I have ever known in my life. For once, when anyone asks me, "How's it going?" I can honestly look at them, smile, and say, "I'm good."

Monday, September 2, 2019

Joe Biden Gaffes

At first it was funny, and then it became sad.

The Biden Gaffes.

Friday, August 30, 2019

Scratch Out My Eyes

SCRATCH OUT MY EYES - Written by Carroll Bryant

I've seen enough
Don't wanna see no more
Get me to my feet
Say goodbye to war
You can scratch out my eyes
Scratch out my eyes
For the rest of my life
You can scratch out my eyes

Turn the power on
With all your political lies
Does it get you off?
Does it make you feel nice?
You can scratch out my eyes
Scratch out my eyes
For the rest of my life
You can scratch out my eyes

It's like the thunder and the rain
Lightning strikes again
Little Bobbie spreads her legs
And it drives me insane

Sexy rage

I've seen enough
Don't wanna see no more
Get me to my feet
Say goodbye to war
You can scratch out my eyes
Scratch out my eyes
For the rest of my life
You can scratch out my eyes

It's like the thunder and the rain
Lightning strikes again
Little Bobbie spreads her legs
And it drives me insane

Sexy rage

Turn the power on
With all your political lies
Does it get you off?
Does it make you feel nice?
You can scratch out my eyes
Scratch out my eyes
For the rest of my life
You can scratch out my eyes

Sunday, August 18, 2019

Saturday, August 17, 2019

It's Like Suicide

IT'S LIKE SUICIDE - Written by Carroll Bryant

No, she didn't leave me any messages
When she passed away
I guess it doesn't mean that she needed me
Or maybe it just doesn't mean anything
At all

Now it's yesterday and I still complain
And that's become my second middle name
And if it's all the same I will walk away
From everything

And you know it's like suicide
On the day that you died
And you never tried to make it right
And you know it's like suicide
On the day that you died
You let go of me
You let go of life

No, you couldn't see what you did to me
I guess I didn't mean anything at all
Then I couldn't breathe when I believed
That one day out of the blue you would call

So soon to leaving everything behind

And you know it's like suicide
On the day that you died
And you never tried to make it right
And you know it's like suicide
On the day that you died
You let go of me
You let go of life

This is this
It backfired on you
In the end you were too confused
You didn't know what to do
Everything comes back on you

I'll survive

No, she didn't leave me any messages
When she passed away
I guess it doesn't mean that she needed me
Or maybe it just doesn't mean anything
At all

Now it's yesterday and I still complain
And that's become my second middle name
And if it's all the same I will walk away
From everything

And you know it's like suicide
On the day that you died
And you never tried to make it right
And you know it's like suicide
On the day that you died
You let go of me
You let go of life

No, she didn't leave me any messages

No, she didn't leave me anything

I'll survive

Friday, August 9, 2019

World Divided

WORLD DIVIDED - Written by Carroll Bryant

So many questions going unanswered
This troubled uncertainty is a virus
That's deadly
Anger and hate from the left
Has left a violent memory

They claim to love children
Then they kill the babies
They foam at the mouth with
Words filled with rabies
They surrendered their soul at the church of lunacy

Do you remember where you were
When democrats divided this country?
I remember where I was
When the democrats divided the world

Their words of love and peace is
"Let's kill McConnell"
Dayton and El Paso are deceased
Let's kill some Trump donors
Let's kill all the dreams
And then kill the dreamers

Do you remember where you were
When democrats divided this country?
I remember where I was
When the democrats divided the world

They want a blood nation
Red as their China
Let illegal immigrants rule the Earth
Let terrorists hold a parade if you wanna
The Green New Deal is an active grenade
Don't ask questions
Don't give answers
No explanations
Learn how to pander

Deep state corruption at its liberal finest
Destroy the man because
They're in love with the war
No food on the table
No food for Baltimore

Walking on eggshells and they
Keep throwing stones
Liberals left them in their dorm rooms
Homeless means homeless without a home

Do you remember where you were
When democrats divided this country?
I remember where I was
When the democrats divided the world

Thursday, August 8, 2019

Democrats Are Communists

A few months before our last presidential election, I had an encounter with my first heathen. It was a normal quiet evening at home. I was watching "The Five" when a knock on the door got my attention. I opened the door and there stood a little man of about five feet, six inches and looking every bit of perhaps in his sixties. He was holding a clipboard. "Are you Carroll Bryant?" He asked.

I stared him down. He looked like he was soliciting something and clearly, he didn't know how to read because he failed to understand the sign posted on my door which states: 'No Soliciting. This means YOU!.' I answered him anyway. "Yes, I'm Carroll Bryant."

I didn't get the mans name, even though he did tell me, I just didn't give a damn because after telling me his name, he mentioned he was a democrat running for office in the nearby town. The word democrat quickly put me in a vile mood. It's the trigger word that sends me into super defense mode. It's the most offensive word to me in the English dictionary. The man continued speaking. "I see here you are listed as an Independent and you intend to vote?"

"Yes." I mumbled. "I'm voting for Trump."

"Oh," The little weasel responded, "is that written in stone? What I mean is, I was wondering if you would like to switch to democrat?"

"Switch to democrat?" I copied. "Are you retarded?" He looked at me with severe confusion on his face. I didn't allow him time to answer because in reality, that was a rhetorical question. I went on. "Why would I want to become a communist?"

"A what?" Mr. Dork-ass stuttered. "A communist? I'm not a communist."

"Yes you are." I reiterated firmly, before adding, "All democrats are communist shit-holes. Now get off my lawn. I won't ask you twice."

"Mr. Carroll", this dip-shit kept talking, "I'm not a communist. Democrats are not communists. Where do you get this?"

"I get this from the fact that you ass wipes are in love with China." I told him. "And because I said you are communists. Besides," I added for good measure, "does it look like I want to live in a tent?" (Of course I was referring to the state of California where hundreds of thousands of people are homeless and live in tents.)

The cockroach took a deep breath or two and started to say something when I quicl;y extended my arm and placed my hand tightly around his pencil neck, lifted him up slightly and began marching towards the edge of my yard. "I said to get off my lawn and I wasn't going to ask you twice."

When I tossed him out, he started gathering his senses as my action took him by complete surprise. He soon began to give me a 'talking to' while fumbling with his cell phone and called the police. "That's assault." This prick was saying. "You just assaulted me."

I stood firm. "I didn't assault you. If I ever assault you, you wouldn't know it for three months, which is how long your coma would last."

Nonetheless, we waited for the cops. Long story short, no charges were filed. "It's his yard." The cop explained. "You were trespassing. He asked you to leave. You refused. He has every right to remove you forcibly off the premises. I know Mr. Bryant and quite frankly, you are lucky he didn't shoot you."

This idiot did a double take after hearing this. I looked over at the cop. "I'm in a good mood today."

Despite his constant butt-hurt whining, the cop ended up leaving with wise words to the dummy. "Stay out of his yard and you won't have anything to worry about."

This wasn't the first time an event like this took place. Some months earlier, another democrat politician knocked on my door to try and get to me to convert to the CONFORMITY side. He said if I did so, I could vote in the democrat primary. I pretty much gave him the same business as I did the second guy. The cops were called to that one. It almost turned into a big mess, but lessons were learned that was then applied to the second incident.

The point is; Democrats think they are privileged or something. They think their shit doesn't stink when in fact, it stinks to high heaven. Democrats are evil creatures. They are the biggest bullies in the universe. Their hate, anger and violence is so out of control, there is no way in hell I would ever even consider voting for them, much less, vote for them.

They are communists! Make no mistake. They support socialist and communist ideals. They are already living the fascist dream because they have the mainstream media / social media pushing their evil agenda. They support the terrorist organization known as Hamas, and they support MS-13, the fascist group known as Antifa. The racist hate groups called Black Lives Matter and Black Panther Party. They also support and kiss the stupid asses of racist Louis Farrakhan and Al Sharpton.

It's simple, democrats want everyone to conform to their communism, and when you don't, they will stop at nothing to try and destroy you. This is evil. As is killing babies in the womb or moments shortly after birth. I am an Atheist myself, but I'm pretty sure that Jesus would not be cool with that, nor would God be down with that, if there was a God. And if God did approve of killing babies, then I wouldn't think he would be God as much as maybe being Lucifer.

If you look at the liberal policies in major cities, you will see the horrible living conditions, the crime / shooting rates, the poverty in black communities, the terrible education systems, the homelessness, and the list goes on and on and on.

Their constant hatred, anger and violence, backed by so many of their lies, was reason enough for me to go from an Independent that once leaned left, to one that now leans a little bit right. But this doesn't matter to these things, they will still call me a republican because the truth about democrats is, if you don't support their COMMUNIST ideas, then you're a republican to them.

I have spent my life standing up to bullies. Fighting is one of the things that I can do really well. My grandfather, before he died, told me to be responsible with that ability. He was the one who said I should use it for good, to protect and defend people from evil. Mostly children and women. This is why I now stand up against democrats. Because they are EVIL.

The following represents some of what I consider evil. (But not limited to): MURDERERS, RAPISTS, PEDOPHILES, DEMOCRATS, SOCIALISTS, COMMUNISTS, FASCISTS, TERRORISTS.

So, when you think of places that democrats love and or support like, China, North Korea, Syria, Venezuela, and remember when they offered Russia a "reset" button? Then just think about democrats because ultimately, their goal is to turn America into nothing more than the second China.

In my town, we know how to keep our democrats in line. I wish all of America could do the same. Our local democrats know better than to go out and start spewing their hate and violence around  here. They know they will have to deal with the likes of me, and my friends. And no cop around here will protect them because mostly, we deal with our own issues as a community more than as law enforcement. The point is, our local democrats know that if they go out using their violent tactics in my town, they will be met with violence more violent than what they can produce.

We just do not tolerate it here. End of story.

I know some of you will say, "But Carroll, not all democrats are evil." But I say, "Hogwash!" Because even if you think a democrat isn't evil, just remember, they will vote for democrats into office that are evil. Just look at Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez. Or Ilhan Omar, Tlaib, Pressley, Adam Schiff, Nancy Pelosi, Maxine Watters, Chuck Schumer, or any other democrat holding office. They are ALL EVIL to the core. They have no souls. Just listen to them, all of them. All they do is talk about how bad things are or will be. It's always DOOM and GLOOM for them, and then they talk about how great it is to live in a tent. It's sick! I don't think I have ever met a democrat that doesn't have, or show signs of having, a mental illness.

Look at Chicago. It's so bad there that the rest of the state is trying to KICK THEM OUT.

So, the next time some democrat politician comes knocking on your door, trying to recruit you into their racist / hate group, just say no. Make sure you make it clear to them that you are not, nor shall you ever become, a piece of shit COMMUNIST.

Then physically throw them out of your yard.  Ha!




Wednesday, June 26, 2019

Family, My Family

I can't believe it! I really can't. Finally! My mother found a way to apologize to me about the things she thought of me, and said about me to others. It only took her to pass away and bug me for six months from the great beyond until she got to learn the truth about her most difficult child.

In the nuttiest of shells, it goes a little something like this. My mother died this past December. Ever since then, she has been pestering me when I sleep. Coming to me in dream format. It started the first week of January. About ten days after she passed. She appeared three times that month, and all of them were basically the same.

It was nothing more than her getting in my face, screaming and yelling at me. She was very angry. She was angry because I didn't come to visit her in her last remaining days to say goodbye. She was also angry that I didn't attend her wake, or her funeral. Hell, it's been six months and I haven't even been to her grave, even though I do know where she is buried. I also explained to her, eventually, that I said my goodbyes when she was still alive.

In the first dream, I explained to her that I was angry as well. I was mad because when she found out that August that she had cancer, she failed to pick up the phone and notify me. She failed to reach out and fix our relationship. The one that SHE broke.

I knew why she did it. Or in this case, didn't do it.

It was because not once in her life has she ever apologized to me for anything. In our head to head collisions, that began after I joined the Army Reserve, she also had never reached out to me first to try and fix things. I was the one who had to do that. I never understood it because she was always the one who flamed the fires, and attacking me, and yet I had to be the one to be the bigger person or else she and I would have never had a relationship of any kind. 

I now find myself regretting that. In fact, the last time she and I spoke, which was on the phone, (and yes, I reached out to her) I told her that I regretted that. I went as far as to tell her that I regretted  ever coming back to Ohio after my Navy days were done. I told her that if I could do it over again, knowing then what I know now, I would have stayed in the Navy for at least another two years, or maybe gone to California to pursue my writing ambitions. Or perhaps have stayed in Norfolk, Virginia.

Anything would have been better than doing it the way I did it.

I think that may have broken her heart. Good! Now she knew how I felt all these years when she would break mine. I never was good at revenge. Maybe that's because I hated it. But she had to know the truth. Mostly because she asked me if I had any regrets in life. If you don't want to hear the answer, then don't ask the question.

So, for the three dreams she came to me in, we stood face to face arguing. She wanted to know certain things about my military life and other mysteries about me that she found intriguing. One thing, among many, was she wanted to know if I was gay. I told her, "No."

She went down a list and I answered each one. I found it odd that she never asked me these things when she was alive. And I had a few things I wanted to ask her in return. She struggled in her replies. Often times stuttering. By the third dream, I told her not to come to me in her angry fashion anymore. She had plenty of opportunities to ask me anything when she was alive, but she failed to do so for whatever her reasons.

It was too late for her and I to fix anything between us. The reasons are no longer important to me. Basically, I was telling her to stay away from me. It was over, and there was nothing more she and I need to discuss.

Then came February, and with it, three more dreams. Only in these dreams, she didn't confront me. Each of the dreams were nothing more than her snooping around me and my friends. We were always gathered at a house familiar to me. All of my friends, living or deceased, were there.  We were doing nothing more than chit chatting quietly. I was talking to a couple of my friends when I noticed my mother sitting on a chair in the short distance with her ear turned in my direction. I had to softly tell my friends to ignore her. And whatever they did, do not speak to her about me. She was just trying to 'dig up some dirt' on me. She was trying to figure a few things out.

From March to a few days ago, she continued to pry, and a few times, 'set me up' with various scenarios. Apparently, I passed her "tests" with flying colors. In all, it led to one thing, that she now realizes that she was wrong about me in many, many ways. She finally has gotten to see the truth about me, and what I stand for in this life. She now knows who I am. She now sees how wrong she was in her life regarding what she thought about me, and who I am in this world. She also realizes now the force behind my writing.

I finally understand a few things, too. First, she never wanted me to leave the military. She enjoyed talking about her kids, and she really loved to tell people that one of her kids was in the military. When I left, she could no longer say that. I had to explain to her that it was, after all, my life to do with what I wanted.

Now she finally gets it.

I also learned that she did not care one bit about my writing. In fact, she confessed to me that she hated it. She blamed my leaving the military on the writing. But like I mentioned earlier, she now has come to see the force behind it, and she is okay with it. But now it is too late for me to give a shit about what she thinks.

We have made peace.

However, I told her that I did not want her 'visiting' me or 'checking in, or on' me any longer. She needs to spend her afterlife time on the three other kids that she loved more than me. And on her grandchildren. I want to be left alone. I have no plans on joining her when I die. I plan to go my own way, and do my own thing. You see, I have the heart of a Joan of Arc, but the soul of a gigolo.

My mother finally sees this, but it's too bad she didn't see it when she was alive. Our many fall-outs would have been avoided if only she had trusted / respected me a little bit more. Sometimes we let our pride get in the way of the truth.

She was a prideful woman.

But it is true, she cared more about her other three kids than she did me. There was a pecking order, no matter how many times she would have said, and maybe did say, that she had no favorites. She was only fooling herself, and she was never fooled.

She has now promised to let me be.

I thanked her for the wonderful childhood she gave to me, and those are the memories I choose to carry with me until, and when I pass over. A journey that I may be closer to than I would ever admit.

My horse is already saddled up, and I am ready to ride.

As for my siblings, we still are not in contact with each other. They have insulted me, disrespected me, and they believe everything is all my fault. You can't fix a relationship with people who think they are better than you, and you are to blame for everything. And so it would appear that we will never speak again to each other in this life, the afterlife, or the next life. At least I hope we never do. I have no plans to hang around them in any time or dimension. We just don't mix. They have made it clear that they don't give a monkey shit about me, and I have had to learn to not give a monkey shit about them.

Meanwhile, I am still exploring. I am trying to find something that I failed to find in this life. Maybe I will find it in the afterlife, or maybe I will need to return to this world in my next life and hopefully, find it then. And what is it that I am trying to find?

That's for me to know ... and something my mother finally understands.


Tuesday, January 1, 2019

Fantasy Football 2018: The Perfect Season

The 2018 season of Fantasy football has come and gone. A season I will never forget. I always said that if I ever had a team that went undefeated, and won a league championship, then I would probably quit playing FF.

Well, that quest has largely been the reason why I have been playing the past few years because inside, I really don't have the spark anymore to play. The thrill is gone, as they say, and I have just been going through the motions.

Go through the motions no more. I have finally accomplished my ultimate goal. I have finally done what I have never seen done in all my 14 years of playing fantasy football. I had the perfect season.

I don't know how I did it because I really didn't do a lot of Saturday or Sunday lineup checks or changes. There was a part of me that just didn't care. And then when my mother passed away over the holidays, it took me even further away from the game.

However, my team, Quebec Knights, pulled off the elusive feat by going 13-0 in the regular season, and then winning their league championship. That is a perfect 15-0 for the whole year. The first time I ever saw an undefeated season in all my years of playing.

And now ... I can say that this could very be my last year of playing.

The past five or six years I have been winning at such a crazy clip. Playing 15 or 16 teams every year and getting anywhere from 13 teams or all of them into the playoffs and winning so many league championships. And now this perfect season from Quebec. It's just no longer a challenge. I have bored myself with winning. Trump was right, you do get tired of it after a while. lol

I played 15 teams this year, and 13 of them made the playoffs. The other two teams went down to the final game with a "win and you're in" kind of deal on the last game of the year and ... they didn't win. Of the 13 teams in the playoffs, nine of them made it to their league championship game where five of them won.  

And so, here are this years champions, including the perfect season from Quebec Knights.

Oh, and Happy New Year everyone.