Goals….

For last two years and a half I have be structuring my life according to goals primarily with a focus on destination in mind a head.

For the most part it’s turning out well. I’m never on pause now.

You know those moments when your doing something that is a waste of time just to be doing it because you don’t have to work.

I’m working all the time it seems. Whether I’m writing or doing my day job or even reading a book it’s relating back to working.

To what end?

For some it’s for the bag. The position. The power to achieve current goals on purpose for an excepted end.

I am a gamer at heart. I need to know the rules. I need to know the parameters of what I can do and what I can’t do and whether or not I can break past those parameters by might or force of will.

I need to win at the game. So I need to work on my goals to get to that end point. I need to work and now part of me is being to forget to turn it off because the results are wonderful to see.

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg

Real talk..What does it mean in man speech?

In the ninties it meant no bullshit. But I like the new lingo.

Look. For dudes that can’t abide female bullshit speech real talk gets to the meat and says fuck all that noise in between.

In writing it’s gutting all big ass paragraph and cutting the bullshit so you can hit the reader hard before decides to threw your shit in the trash from boredom.

I was watching a fucking podcast last night and the shit really hit home for me. You have two females that just kept on talking. Kept on bitching. Kept on trying to reach a point by talking the other dudes on panel to death.

It’s blind narcissism word vomit after awhile just hearing a chicka that can’t understand when they’ve pushed a dude’s endurance to listen and hear to the breaking point….

This is why I think of conversatives as hoes. All that talk, all that snarky bullshit speech and no fucking direct to the point actions….

Well there is Texas conversatives but I like to make an allowance for them being a high priced hoe or home maker with 45 special Sunday surprise in her purse and large clan of males with big dicks, big trucks and bigger guns.

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg

The great debate……

The first shot: Should a man hit female that assults or is trying to kill him with a fucking knife?

Man. “Yes. He should stomp her ass out and report her to the police for assault.”

Female. “Okay. Well. I can agree that anyone should defend their self from harm but it would be better for a man or woman to run away or call the police because in a hypothetical situation. You can have a 6’6 man easily seriously harm a 5’4 female. Really most females are no match for males because on average men can easily lightly push them away using little force.”

Moderator. “Interesting so what is your answer?”

Female. “I just gave you my answer.”

Man. “She thinks a man shouldn’t hit a female under any conditions.”

Female. “I didn’t say that.”

Man. “Next question. Please.”

Female. “Wait a minute.”

Moderator. “The next question is. Does a man have a right to defend himself? Female, you go first.”

Female. “Ah yeah. I just want it on record. I did not say anyone man or female does not have a right to hit someone attacking them. Okay. Should a man defend himself? Ah. Yeah. Defence can be running away calling police or using force against another man.”

Man. “A man has every right to plant his foot in whatever ass, male or female that comes at him in violence.”

Female. “Interesting. So Man. Do you believe it is your duty as a man to do violence to a woman?”

Man. “Next question. Please.”

Female. “I would like a rebuttal to my counter question.”

Moderator. “Man. Would you care to rebut her question?”

Man. “It is the duty of every man to defend himself from hurt or harm against male or female that comes at him with violence. Any woman that condones cowardice or violence against a man is an evil bitch that enjoys men being violated. Female, do you condone cowardice in men for the protection of females? Yes or no?”

Female. “I do not condone violence against anyone for any reason.”

Man. “So a Female that attacks a man with butcher knife is wrong but a man must not protect himself with violence because violence is still wrong? To wrongs don’t make a right? So it’s much better for man to be killed then defend himself for matriarch of society?”

Female. “Your a female beater aren’t you?”

Moderator. “Female has attacked with name calling. Man wins….again.”

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg

An Ode to Eric

In summer of 2019….

My life was at a crossroads. The tide of change had come and I felt like it was taking me under.

My cousin Bee came and showered on me love, support and loyalty and best of all brought with her a friend indeed.

My heart was heavy my mind trouble and confused. Still I welcomed him as a friend of my cousin. My heart.

He showered on me love, feed me when I was hungry and supported me in my decisions. Guidance and unbiased wisdom was the fruit he feed to my soul and then the winds of roads of travel carried him on.

Still….for showing me a high quality man that reaches down and supports a stranger and calls him a brother…

I love him though I will probably never see his face or hear his voice. I owe him at least one Ode to thee. An Ode to the most honorable man I have ever known short of my own Daddy.

Now….

The reason for this poem of my friend js that he is taking up a fight I care about. A fight with Cancer in a 50 mile donation race. His aim is raise 10 grand. I wish I could give him 20 or all the cash I have but I know he would be all but in my face about it. So I’m donating what I can to the cause of finding a cure to Cancer.

If you feel so moved to do so please passing the grace of what have in funds to help race all the more harder

The donation drive is until September 11.

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg

The perfect shit storm…

I look on this year as a year of laughter and success in one aspect and failures in others.

But, I also have a sense as I look on the events in items of a list I find myself thinking not what’s next but what the fuck is this all leading to…the answer being I don’t know but the list of items have happened and are happening now in 2021.

List the items of strange weird batshit events is as follows:

1) Weird election results but no audit.

2) Weird rollout of vaccine protein spikes.

3) Vaccine passports of travel.

4) Vaccine mandates for hospitals.

5) Companies begging for workers.

6) Stories of people dying from vaccine shots.

7) Fears of less lethal delta variant.

8) The I quit times.

9) U.S. loses the Afghanistan war.

10) vaccine pills daily are coming…..

This is the short list. You have your own. I did not mention the batshit winter storm in Texas because….well that shit was tame compared to everything else this year so far.

More is to come. I say that as a realist. The pattern is already here. Things are not getting reasonable. Things are getting weirder. What the fuck is this all leading to? I don’t know. All I know is..

Winter is coming.

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg

The weirdest year and funnist year of my life. Texas bans abortions. Holy shit!

Here’s the link

I found out this shit about a few hours ago yesterday from gab.com. yeah. I’m dipping back into social media.

I still hate Facebook and Twitter. So I’m keeping it to IG and gab. You can find my shit if your interested.

Anyway, my thoughts….

I laughed my ass off for a few minutes. Only fucking Texas or Alabama would have the shit kicking attitude to pull this shit off before the end of the weirdest year of my life.

So far I can remember being pissed for 2% and laughing my ass off 98% of the year.

The high little gods of the Supreme court of the land didn’t have shit to say because they’ve caused enough shit storms for the country enough so they declined to put their fingers into the boiling pot. (5-4) decision. Fuck em anyway and twice on Sunday in the ass.

Honestly. I’m for abortion. I’m for aborting every fucking Jackel and hyena still breathing. I’m for giving them the back of the barn treatment with a sawed off shotgun or a 1911.

Remember any time is a good time to talk about putting bitches to SLEEP.

Otherwise….you know yesterday was a really lovely day. The fucking birds weren’t singing sadly but for some reason I found myself whistling while at work.

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg

I don’t understand why people believe Biden should give a damn about U.S. soldiers living or dead.

Yeah. I heard about the shit about Crept Keeper Biden checking his watch as the bodies of fallen soldiers came in.

People are surprised or mad he doesn’t give a fuck. People are generally angry about it. My thoughts are….

Holy shit.

The simulation these people are in is strange cocain dreams. What evidence or proof is there that this man ever gave a fuck about Americans? Let alone soldiers that died under the command of his phony bullshit leadership.

He has and always will be a fucking beta bitch loser. Worse. He’s the loser fuckers held their noses and voted for because reasons?!

Who are these fuckers?!

The fuckers that bitched. The fuckers that complained about big dick energy. The fuckers that whinned like beta bitches for years gladly voted for this man knowing he was an old school pimp cocoain democrat.

Nobody wanted this beta bitch soft ass asshole but fuckers voted for him to feel righteous and good about their little dick energy or their blue haired, land whale, plus size stanking ass.

ULTRA COMBO!

Will I take up the banner of whinning about Biden? No. I know what he is. I know who controls him and I know the end to this movie.

News flash. Usually the black dude dies first but I’m an American Highlander so fuck that shit.

I don’t have time to give a fuck about the show in progress. I’m to busy trying to get my plans for the next ten years going before people realize it all went to shit in January 2021.

The question though is fascinating to me for the moment. Why?

Why do these fuckers still believe he should have cared in the first place?

I can’t comput this shit anymore. So in conclusion…..

The fuck?!

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg

P. S.

Fucker knew the families didn’t want him there in the first place. Luckily they were both an agreement about the shit.

The year’s almost up….still things unfinished planning wise.

I’m reassessing myself and my plans. I don’t know. I had a lot more things to do this year I didn’t get done on time. Still have a few more weeks and months to go.

I will have to better plan the shit out better. I started out with a five point list that’s gone to shit. Now it’s down to four items.

1. Finish major book, edit publish. Not done. I have written the beginning and ending. I still need to complete the middle and flush out the plot. 25% success rate.

2. Increase my funds and earning or job promotion. Not yet. I worked a lot more and made leaps in funds during certain months but I need to do better. 15% success rate.

3. Blog. That’s done for most part. A success in one aspect plenty of room to improve. Goal is 2 million readers and production rate of 110% in a ten year period. As of right now though it’s 75% success rate.

4. Self improvement. Need more work. Focus and drive to get things done. But, I’m reading more and challenging myself. Still need to remove time wasting habits. 50% success rate.

I have finite amount of weeks now and months. I’ll have to push harder to get the major book project done and make more resources to fund other projects in the works for the first or second quarter into the next year.

November’s kiss could be the major push to get major book project done. 1 to 2k words a day should net me a viable positive result by December in finished product of the book.

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg

Childhood dreams haunting me…

Not in a nightmare before Christmas sort of a way. It’s a movie and a once lost dream of mean…

I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it in pass or not but before I wanted to a writer. I wanted to be a transporter or to be more on the square…

I wanted a neo cowboy.

Now. There are dudes that still do the herding cattle or horses from one land mass to another or in trailers but neo cowboy’s haul shit from one state to the next in trucks and make decent money doing so even to these times that have gone to the doggs.

I know modern cowboys are called truckers obviously but in my head I think of truckers as cowboys because of one movie..

Smokey and the Bandit.

I saw that movie to many times as a kid on TBS and then the unedited version on HBO. I love the fuck out of the movie.

The fun, the travel and the sense of adventure getting a job done on time or to the best of your ability. The commitment is real. The adventure of not knowing what is down that road your traveling is what life is all about. The not knowing but the determination to keeping trucking.

That song in general at the beginning of the movie is my jam. Perfect intro. I can remember when I got older reminding that shit back again again on VHS and then digital and now on YouTube currently just to memorize lyrics and feel of that song.

On hard days, I find myself singing that song. It isn’t a nostalgia shit moment for me. It’s more of a moment….no. It’s nostalgia to me and wishful thinking on being on the road and traveling on a mission and having a little fun along the way.

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg