A Dozen Days of Dougie (Day 2): March 2, 2016

Is it Day 2 already? It seems as if I only started on this project yesterday. Welcome back to the epic blog series, “A Dozen Days of Dougie”. I’m Doug and I’m your host with the most. How the heck are you?

Let’s bypass the chit chat and go straight to the magic box today. The topics for discussion are: Willard, Newspapers and Scars. All righty then. Let’s do this…

A Dozen Days of Dougie (Day 2): Willard, Newspapers and Scars…

Before I get to the nitty gritty of the blog, I just thought about something that I want to get off my chest. I received an e-mail today from the Federal Prosecutor that handled the case of my at-one time favorite person in the world turned lying piece of crap and low-life scumbucket. I said in the court room that the trial was essentially fixed, that the way things work is guilty into proven innocent and that I was sure that Chris was pretty much screwed from the very beginning. Well, he was sentenced on 2/26/16 and the final verdict? Guilty on all counts with a sentence of 210 months in a Federal prison (that’s 17 1/2 years – I did the math so you don’t have to), followed by twenty years of supervised probation. Chris is a thief, a liar, a sick and twisted soul, etc, but 17 years? Give me a freakin’ break! He did some stupid things. That’s for sure. But when you look at the way he was raised (or not raised, I should say) andif you know his life, as I do, oh vey! The man needs psychological help and counseling, not prison and certainly not prison for almost 18 years. That is totally messed up. But that being said, he made his bed and has to lay in it. I was there for him for almost 8 years and got screwed over and hurt pretty badly as a result. I feel bad for him and I suspect that he’ll appeal and get that sentence reduced, but whatever happens, he’s on his own. I’ll always care for him (which is probably why the judge called me bi-polar when I was in that court room forced to testify against him), but life goes on and he’s others that I used to know that have passed on. He’s not physically deceased, but in my eyes, he may as well be.

Let’s move on and tackle the topics at hand.

Willard: Are we talking about Willard Scott or the movie ‘Willard’? Willard Scott is an annoying weatherman who wishes people happy birthday and tries to explain the weather for NBC. It is NBC he’s on, right? Hell if I know or even care. He’s a freakin’ weather man. The only weather man who matters… or ever mattered, was Bob Debardelaben from WRAL, Channel 5. He’s the man I watched growing up and he’s the guy I trust to tell the weather. All the rest are fakes and don’t know a snow storm from the X-Man, Storm. As for the movie “Willard”, it was about a man and his rats. It came out in the early 70’s and creeped me out. It still creeps me out. Nothing against rats, but I don’t like them and they have beady eyes, sharp teeth and smell bad. Just say no to rats!

And then, the next topic is Newspapers. I like papers and always have. I prefer to read a good old fashioned newspaper anytime than just scrolling the computer or watching TV news. With the written word, you have analyze and think for yourself. The papers present the facts and you can make up your own mind and decisions. That’s how it’s supposed to go anyhow, but to be honest, the papers these days are just as twisted and biased as the TV news and the so-called talking heads. That’s why the circulation for most of the major papers keep dropping. It should be “just the facts”, but that would be too much to ask.

I do read the Laurinburg Exchange (our local paper) every day. I read the Fayetteville Observer most every day as well. And I’m lying there. I skim the papers every day. There was a time, growing up, that I scoured and read the Raleigh News & Observer, the Charlotte Observer (which I also delivered for a couple of years), the Fayetteville Observer and the Laurinburg Exchange, front to back, every article and every word. It was a good time and I enjoyed my newspapers. But as America has continued to dumb down, the papers changed from reporting news to being more like steamlined versions of the National Enquirer or the Globe tabloids, and my interest began to wane. And now, they pile up in the living room every day and then, two or three times a week, I’ll pick up the stacks of papers and start skimming. I miss the old days and old papers. There’s nothing like the smell of a fresh newspaper, the ink rubbing off on your hands, while you drink a Pepsi and gain knowledge. And now, it’s just go to Yahoo or “Hello Google!”. Some call it advancement. I do not agree.

And finally, we are on “Scars”. I’ve got a lot of them, both physical and inside, where they’re not quite so obvious. Chris, the guy I was talking about above, gave me some of the worst and most sinister. A wild and crazy life when I was younger also provided quite a few of the more obvious and physical ones. The physical ones heal or at least tend to fade over time. The ones inside, brought on by lies, betrayals, verbal and psychological abuse, etc… they never heal. Not really.

And with that, I’m wrapping this bad boy up and calling it a night. Two days complete and ten more to go. Maybe more if you’re lucky. I’m Doug and thanks for reading this, my novel novelette that we’re calling the “A Dozen Days of Dougie” series. I’m enjoying this so far and maybe we can keep it up. We’ll see. Have a great one and I’ll see you tomorrow with Day 3.

Ubuntu!