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Well here we go, this is me typing a post. First I have a few things I need to get off my chest: Number One, only humans can comment on posts from now on. Did you here that Ivan Kuznetsov? We all know you are really a moose. Stemming directly from number one is Number Two, I will be accepting applications for the job of Assistant to Mr.Minardi. Basically you will do all the assistantly duties such as phone messages, e-mail responses, phone responses, e-mail messages, phone e-mails, the occasional dry cleaning, and sometimes lip gloss testing. And finally Number Three, Niggardly. Seriously.

Wow, it really feels great to finally be able to get all of that out of my system. They have all been swimming around in my head like dolphins. Leaping and playing with the other ideas until they are caught in a tuna net and murdered by rusty knives. Yep, just like dolphins.

I guess that is all I have to say today, hopefully I will be able to write more some time in the future. And by future I mean tomorrow, and by some time I mean the next day, and by guess I mean a message expressing an opinion based on incomplete evidence. So there you have it, my first post on my blog’s second virginity.

Selected Poems by Jack Minardi

Here is an assortment of the poems I have written over the past year. Some of them I took time and effort to revise and rework, others were literally written in five minutes. I’ll let you decide which you think go in which category.

Here they are

True Nature

I stop and think a haunting thing
The true nature of our being
Wise men before, wise men to come
Never to know what I have done

In the dark I find myself
A lost an lonely little elf
I try to leave it all alone
I try to leave for what is known

But my conscience never will rest
Until I’ve straightened out this mess
I must finally come to bare
The problem heavy in the air

The answer passes through my mind
Quickly it’s gone before I find
The manner to explain in time
And grasp its meaning in a line

Stolen Grace

I could barely see the road
My tears were fast streaming
It is a dark night
My hood is still steaming

Twasn’t five minutes ago
When death stared me in the face
Her crimson tears gliding slowly
Me holding her stolen grace

You see it was very late
I could’ve slept anywhere
Me heavy eyelids drooped
The red light seemed useless there

Deafening damage; mangled metal
Both flung from our cars
Me: Merely scrapes and bruises
She: Never-to-be scars

She wasn’t five feet from me
Yet It seemed like a great gap
I crawled over crying
And laid her head in my lap

There is a mournful beauty
To stare death in the face
He crimson tears glided slowly
Me holding her stolen grace

I sprinted quickly
To my mangled mess
Sunk in the drivers seat
My own black abyss

Now you find me here
Speeding on this abandoned road
Only God could help me
Bare this heavy load

So now I must meet him
On this fateful night
The lonely tree still standing
Will help me make this right

I steer my car quite quickly
My beams single it out
My car shrieks and rattles
I don’t let out a shout

This time God is kinder
I don’t feel a thing
Darkness all around me
But I can’t hear the angels sing

The Hammer’s Hum

Sprinting quickly through crystal beams
God’s fingertips they say
We’d restlessly scout out the spot
For the pleasures of that day

Eagerly we’d pick the tree
And scamper up its side
Ascending to the treetop
Observing far and wide

The chosen tree would be prepared
Rough rope swung ‘round its arm
Then one by one we’d shimmy up
Careful not to harm

The first nail would enter
With hundreds more to come
More for enjoyment than for structure
We were transfixed by the hammer’s hum

We’d work all day, we’d work all night
Soon the castle was complete
Then one by one we’d shimmy down
To dream of Kings in our sleep

But I Want More

As the hands rotate past the face
I read into the ancient lore
It takes me back to that sacred place
Oh, but I want more

As the wheel turns film progresses
The image enters every pore
All its secrets the screen confesses
Ah, but I want more

As the record spins the sounds they flow
Beautiful stories escape the score
Singing pristine highs and melodic lows
Yes, but I want more

I opened the door exited slowly
Sucked all the life into my core
I understood, small and lowly
Now, I’ve got more

Zorba’s Dance

One by one, they march along
Tap tap tap
They flow on though

Running prancing
Singing dancing
Feeling joy
All through their core

Quickly now they move their feet
Up and down
To the beat

The sun escapes
Its blue sky prison
Now the moon laughs
As it takes his place

Hymn to the Sea

Deep down deep
The light is filtered
Deep down deep
The darkness triumphs

Quickly the heat it cleanses
As we shed our mortal coil
Quietly now we leave our senses
Death it seems will calm our toil

Our souls now rise
One in the same
Heavenly voices
Singing our name

Ascending quickly
As light pours through
The final realization
The life anew

Untitled

Will you give me some
Cause I need to run
My time has come

Wake up now
You’ve got some more time
This wont hurt a bit

I’ve opened it
Now I need to get
Over it

Chaos comes
Flowing into you
Open up your eyes

Untitled

Existence is blurred
On this tiny thread
Nothing is heard
Its all in your head

The wind blows through the gate
As his feet run about
His head keeps his state
But his body does doubt

Your minds eye can’t blink
You can’t hide forever
You simply must think
And you’ll discover another

It’s time to realize
We’ve got to separate
Throw off your old disguise
See through your blinding hate

Ladies and Gentlemen

(stolen?)

Ladies and Gentlemen please
Put your minds at ease
This thought will tickle and tease
Grab hold of your brain and seize
Jaws on the floor
You’ll be begging for more
Better than before
Just let it pour
You need to see with your eyes
Noone’s in disguise
That’s just self-implied
You have to simplify

Riddle

A four-legged beast
Head of the feast
Served royalty
Earned loyalty
Killed some men
Aided others, then
Killed again
Need to rock?
He won’t block
He’ll simply knock
Feeling down?
Don’t frown
Just sit down
He’ll comfort you
Form a lump with you
You’ll enjoy it too!
He could squeak
Or help you sleep
Nice and sleek
Or tired and weak
Don’t you think
You’ll enjoy
This old boy
Make some noise?

WHAT IS HE???? WTF???

The Beast Has Been Slain

After hours upon hours of hard work I have finally done the impossible. I am officially hosting this site of my home computer. Now those of you who think this is an easy task either use words like localhost, phpmyadmin, xampp, and lampp way too often, or are just stupid. If you fall into the first category, why didn’t you help me when I really needed it? If you fall into the second category, you will fit right in with my regular readers. JK!! (That stands for “Just Kidding”).

I foresee a few problems that must be worked out though. Number one is that I have no idea how to run a server, and have no idea how I even got this far. Stemming directly from number one is that I have no idea how to secure a server, making it very easy for me to be infiltrated. Let me draw a mental picture here. Imagine my website is like a mini sand castle. Now imagine that evil hackers are like little babies on the beach. Normally these little babies would be repelled by my awesome moat full of crabs and seaweed, and also by me with a shotgun, but today the moat is full of candy, my shotgun is really a rainbow flag and the little babies have atleast 90 inch diameter biceps. And also imagine I left the drawbridge down and the door wide open. On top of that imagine that I broadcast my security holes on my website. Now you get the picture.

So please, if you know any hackers in person, take out your cellphone when you are near them and have an imaginary conversation with someone where you bring up the fact that my site is very secure so no one should bother trying to hack it. If you notice them taking it as a challenge, just say “What’s that? It was just hacked? Oh, I guess no one should waste their time on it anymore.” That should do the trick.

Once we have all the hackers out, we can focus on content, which as everyone knows, is king. Now please let me sleep, because it is 3 in the morning.

A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words.

A picture is worth a thousand words.

Have you ever wondered where this popular cliche came from? Worry not my dear friend, for I am here to tell you.

It all started one fine evening in 1867. A young man known only as morpod (They hadn’t invented capital “M”’s yet) was walking through the lush gardens of the tropic aisles. He soon passed through and entered the cereal aisle. It was in this aisle that he saw It. It was round, but with a slightly squarish physique, small, but with a slightly large appearance, green, but with a slightly orange tinge, but basically completely soft. morpod was instantly attracted and wanted more of what he saw.

He picked It up, It weighed only but a pound, but felt like one hundred. He turned It over and saw the price tag. 5 cents! What an outrage (You have to remember this was before inflation, so the nickels were so small no one could ever find them.). He searched and he searched, but to no avail. So he decided to invent the Polaroid Camera so he could get an instant picture. (Little Known Tidbit: Polaroid Inc. used to be known as morpod industries until Apple sued them for using the term “pod”) After taking a picture of this strange object he decided to take it to his local newspaper and sell it to them. Because the newspaper was in a different time zone they could not trade cash money, so instead they traded words (Don’ ask me how).

As it turns out the picture was worth exactly 1,000 words, but contrary to popular belief this is not where the saying came from. At exactly the same moment, but in not exactly the same place, an baseball team owner decided to buy a cow farm and start producing curds as a past time. He actually rallied to get Curds as the national drink at all baseball games, but as we all know, tobacco-laden spit won out. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, an evil man kidnapped the team’s starting pitcher and demanded ransom from the team owner. All the owner had to offer at the time were curds and the kidnapper accepted 1,000 of them.

Tis prompted all the local papers to write that “A Pitcher is Worth a Thousand Curds”. This saying eventually was misquoted and misunderstood to mean a picture is worth a thousand words, and that is where we are today.

Now if you do not believe any of his you can submit $100 to the proof fund, and I will prove it. Feel free to impress all your friends with your abundant knowledge, courtesy of Jack Minardi.

We Were Orphans

Turner was sitting alone in his apartment on a Saturday night. It was not unlike any other except for the fact that it was the night before Christmas. He was playing world of warcraft with his online friends. He fell out of his chair and looked out the window and he saw someone standing by the corner store. He sported a red hat and coat. When someone told him a funny joke his belly shook like a bowl full of jelly. Turner thought back to his childhood in the orphanage when he never received what he wanted for Christmas. (flashback: he gleefully opens a wrapped box and it turns out to be a dead squirrel. He lets out a soft sigh and turns away, just as another unseen orphan asks if he’s going to eat the dead squirrel. Young turner denies him and crawls away with his new gift) That was why he never had the Christmas spirit. He never wanted to give anything to anyone because he never got what he wanted. It was fair.

Chris was on the corner waving the bell like he did every night. He thought back to his childhood and why he wanted to give all he could to help children. He was an orphan as well (flashback: everyone around him gets a gift and he receives nothing. Dismayed, he walks away, but before he leaves he yells, “hey, are you going to eat that dead rat?” he gets denied and shuffles off) From that moment on he knew that he had to make something of himself and give back to children just like himself. He jingled his bell all the harder for those children (starts ringing harder) he knows if he doesn’t ring hard enough, someone will be denied a dead rat.

Turner decided to walk down to his local coffebucks and grab a drink. He walked by the crazy red-hatted man and into the coffeshop. (slow motion as they meet eyes and turn heads as he walks by) He sat down by a virulent young man who looked like he had one to many smokeccinos. He said hi (“Hi”) and the man returned the greeting. (“Thanks for the greeting”) They discussed politics,(“Bush”, “Obama”) iguana habitats,(“Leafy”,”Damp”) local colleges,(“Local”, “colleges”) global warming,(“bull”, “crap”) new technology,(“ipod”, “computer”) old technology,(“wheel”, “abicus”) medium technology,(“whats that?”, “I don’t know”) and ofcourse, their mutual hatred for Christmas. (“I hate it”, “me too”) Turner invited his new friend back to his place to play another round of world of warcraft. (“wanna join me on a mythical quest to save the world?”). He accepted (“sure”) On their way by the red-hatted man they sneered at him. (slow motion as they both sneer at santa). Oh yeah, his new friends name was Frank.

After Chris received those awful sneers he decided something must be done to help the lost souls. After all, he had been through a lot and still came out positive, how hard would it be to convince these men of the same? He decided to follow them home and show them what Christmas was all about. He had always wanted to secretly follow someone home (flashback: Chris hiding behind ridiculously impossible places and giggling) He jingled after them.

Turner thought he was being followed so he decided to try to lose the chap. But he wanted to do it as nonchalantly possible so he started leaving obstacles behind him. When that didn’t work he started to pick up the pace. He took dark alleys, but he still felt he was being tracked. So he just gave up and walked home like he typically did.

When he got to the front door of his apartment Chris jumped out and confronted him. Now Turner always had a problem with being startled so he let out a high pitch squeal. This embarrassed him so he corrected with his most manly voice and statement (Chris says “Your shoes are JUST darling!”) He wasn’t very good in the clutch. Anyways Chris explained why he had followed them home. (“you looked like you needed a little cheering up”) He then told them where he came from (“An orphanage”) and what it was called (“Sacred heart orphanage”) Turner got excited and said that was where he was from (“That is were I’m from!”) He then said it was the worst experience in his life and stated what he once received for Christmas (“A dead rat”). Chris said he never got anything for any Christmas and that was why he devoted his adult life to preventing that very thing from happening in as many children’s lives as possible (“Its true”) He than told Turner that he should do the same (“You should”) Turner gladly agreed (sigh “fine”). Chris than directed his speech toward Frank (he faces frank, who is very close “You wanna help?”) Frank politely declined (“Forget that dawg”) and let them know he had some prior engagements (“I gots to go to a party!”) He excused himself and walked away (looks nervously around and slowly steps backward. Then turns around and runs, tripping on his own feet)

Turner was happy that he had that burden lifted off his chest and Chris was happy he convinced another man to help him in his charitable works. They both walked away with their arms around each other. But they didn’t know each other well enough yet so they decided to take it back a notch. (They glance at each other and remove their arms from the others shoulder)

And that is the story of how Chris and Turner first met and saved Christmas for everyone. Thanks for watching.

So I guess I am a Liberal

Well this morning I woke up and found out that I was a Liberal. At first I thought it was a giant zit, but no, I was really a liberal. Then I remembered that I did not wear protection last night, that must have been it. So now with my new found liberalism, I will prove to you why us liberals are the bestest.

All of you who say we should be in Iraq are just soooo stupid. I mean, even the great U.N. didn’t back us up in there. Can you not see that we are only there for the money? All that money. All the money we will be seeing any time now, because I know that is the real reason we are there. When you try to claim that we are there to free the Iraqis from a “terrorist” you should be ashamed. Just because he murdered everyone who did not agree with him so not make him a terrorist. Just because he used terror to get his view across does not make him a terrorist. The Iraqis wanted him there anyway, CNN told me.

And also, we should send all of our troops into Darfur and ignore what the U.N. says. They don’t know anything anyway. The terrorist organization is killing lots of people over there and that needs to be stopped immediately by us. How can you just sit around and watch as they die?

And abortion. Who do you think you are to tell a woman not to “murder” her baby. Its her own life and she can do what ever she wants. Maybe that baby will grow up to be a serial killer, or worse, a libertarian! Would you like all that blood on your hands?!? Would YOU!?!?!?

Capitalism is just way stupid. When you use the following argument: “Who do you think you are to tell a person what to do with their money. Its their life and they can do what they want.” you just sound stupid. So do not use it. That argument is so full of fallacies that you could build a ship (I never really got that one…) It is obvious that people do not know what is good for them. We need to make sure they always save money for retirement, always give money to poor people, always give money to my bloated government and always not have money for themselves. Because, like, money is evil. It is obvious that bank robberies would decrease dramatically if we just got rid of it. And also, I like communism.

And also, stop believing in God because that is so obviously wrong and you are just stupid. All you want is to spout your lies to my children (I forgot to abort them).

Muslims are so great. Why don’t you just let them believe in their God, who are you to tell them what to believe in? Just let them attack us, it is our fault for being the greatest country in the world. We deserve every tower that fell and every life that was lost.

And global warming. And Bush is stupid. And second hand smoke.

Oh, wait. I was a giant zit. Nevermind.

Bumper Sticker Ideas

At work I have access to all the equipment to make my very own bumper stickers and they said it was okay if I printed a couple off for myself. So in school one day during free-writing I wrote all these ideas down. I had to read them to the teacher, who is a liberal, so that didn’t go to well, but thats a whole other story.

Anyways, let me know which ones you like the best, and I will print up a sheet. I can print up a couple, so some of you can have some.

And also, if you have better ideas than I have here (Yeah, right) post them and I will consider.

Without further ado, the ideas:

Seriously
O RLY?
Just the Facts
If you can read this, you speak English
Got Bumper sticker?
My anus is bleeding
If you can read this, give me a dollar
Honk if your horn in broke
You are living because I haven’t killed you yet
America-Basically Sweet
Kick Me
Pull Me Over
Give Me the Finger
Numbers are just retarded letters
Liberals are just stupid hippies
Liberals make me sad
Every time I see a liberal, I burn more gas
Liberals smell bad
God is an anarcho-capitalist libertarian.
Liberals are just retarded communists
Good luck passing me
I killed a man once
I am smarter and more modest than you
Hows my driving?
You can’t pull me over, I’m an illegal alien
Witty bumper stickers are stupid
Hit me, I wont sue - probably
Check out my front bumper/Check out my back bumper
Do NOT read my bumper
Me > You
My ideals founded the greatest country in the world - Libertarians
I’m an under cover cop, really
Liberals make me laugh
If you are a liberal, why are you wasting my gas?
My spoon is too big

Comment away!

French guy and a greek a freak

French guy and a greek a freak. My website control panel tells me what people search for just before they click a link to my page and it said one lucky google searcher stumbled upon my website after searching for this phrase. I do not know about you but I am appalled to hear that there is a lack of info on this internet of ours about French people and greek-a-freaks. Now I know I have not been holding up my part of the deal by not posting enough information about the two said subjects, but I will do better, starting now.

First off, French guy is a good friend of mine, and he hails from France. If you need to know his full name is French Benoit Guy and he is very sensitive about the fact that his first name is French. So we usually just call him F.B.G. and sometime we try to pronounce the initials as if they were a word and say Fubga. Example: “Hey, FUBGA, nice name!” or “FUBGA, YOUR NAME SOUNDS LIKE AN INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT, AS IN FUBGA INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT!”. We usually chuckle after such jokes.

Now, greek-a-freaks are a totally different story. They are not greek and definitely NOT freaks. That is about all I can say at this moment though. If I were to say more I would have to kill you and then kill a puppy for good measure. I would also probably have to kill some endangered animal as well as some school teachers (I went there). So ask me if you want all that to happen.

Some other searches that resulted in users finding my site
what happens when police officers are found cheating on wives
stealing rims
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i am on the ground tree rescue
how did gas prices stared?

Note: These are all real

True Story

Here is the true story of my life, as told to my youngest daughter after she asked about her mother.

Well you asked. Grab a seat, this will be a while.

To start it off, no I am not your mother, even though technically I birthed you. Explanation? Read on.

Back in ‘79 I met this beautiful woman is New York. Sparks flew and we were set to get married in the fall of ‘80. Immediately following the wedlock ceremonies my new bride and I made for the Bahamas to enjoy our honey moon, but alas, that was not to be. Fate decided to separate us in the form of a freak carpet accident. I will not delve into the gory details, but suffice it to say I will not be purchasing Greek Synthetic Carpet from Dalton Georgia Carpet Outlet any time soon.

Anyways, while at the funeral I noticed a woman whom I have never seen before. I talked to her and found out she had been sent by the government to make sure my late bride (Elisha was her name, sorry I didn’t mention it until now) was really dead. Elisha, apparently had been an alien. As I look back on our relationship I see the obvious signs of her alien-ness. Her green body. Her tentacles. Her tendency to eat small children. But the past is the past and I am glad I wasn’t married to that alien for too long. The government agent assured me Elisha (If that is her(if it is a her(if i can add one more parenthetical statement)) name) was dead.

I started seeing the agent, an things began to get serious. We were going to get married in ‘83. The wedding went on with out a hitch, or with one, if you know what I mean. I soon learned that my new wife was not able to carry children so I surgically implanted ovaries, and all the other necessities in my own body. Needless to say the surgery took a long time and by the time it was done, 1986 had rolled by. I was then impregnated and birthed your sister on February 4, 1987 and you soon after on September 19, 1987.

We are now a very loving family.

Gas Prices

First of all, I would like to apologize for the lack of a post, I have been really busy with sleeping and eating lately. Secondly, I would like to congratulate Jon for receiving more comments in less time than I did on his last post. He must have found the hot button with religion. Thats why I am going to say this: RELIGION! If that doesn’t get me more comments I might actually have to resort to researching my posts and using intelligence in them, and I am sure my readers do not want to see me try to use intelligence. So readers, if you respect me at all, you wont force me to use intelligence and the “R” word, you will simply comment a lot on this post. Now, on to the content.

Gas. Prices. When these two simple words come together in a sentence, you get yelled at for using only nouns and no verbs. You also get angry at how they fluctuate, how they are ridiculously over priced and how people think that once gas is over $3 a gallon, the world is over.

Using only nouns in a sentence makes sense to me. For the rest of this paragraph I will use only nouns, and you will understand me. Nouns. My name Jack food pizza pop. Generations me treat, I you. It. That. Me time you spot. It sentence nouns length post. Paragraph I.

Gas prices fluctuate for three reasons. The first is competition between gas stations. One is always trying to be cheaper than the next. The second reason is that as more gas is used the supply goes down, and thus demand increases. The third is that our friend George Bush sends out his gas fairies every night to change prices and bring him all of the extra profit. Do you know what I say to that? BAD Georgie! Do NOT harvest fairy babies for use in your magical mischief! Because as we all know, it is George’s fault gas is so high and since we can’t prove that by logic, it must be that he has Gas Fairies.

Gas prices are pretty high so I have compiled a list of body organs you can sell and their RGW (Raw Gas Worth. One (1) RGW is equal to one (1) full 10 gallon tank)

  • Kidney - .5 RGW
  • Liver - 1 RGW
  • Blood - .2 RGW
  • Bone Marrow - 2RGW
  • Arm - .5 RGW
  • Leg - .75 RGW
  • Soul - You have already sold this so its worth nothing

If you don’t get enough for a trip to the gas station I would suggest looking into bank robbery as a possible career.

Gas is now over three dollars a gallon in most parts of the U.S. and the world is not over so I don’t think we need to worry about that one. Now I am sure the crazy liberals will start saying when gas gets over $4 a gallon the world is over. Do not believe them. The world will be over when gas gets over infinity billion dollars an ounce, and not a second sooner. Scientology told me.

So my readers, don’t fret, I am here to help you through the scary world that relies on gas. If you have any questions, go ahead and post them now while I run to the gas station to power up my brand new gas powered computer. Don’t worry, I will drive a Yaris over there.