Happy fucking birthday Elizabeth!

It was my older sister's birthday last October 16th.

I didn't forget it, I just couldn't find a card at Target that said, "Happy birthday to my lying, back-stabbing, greedy, bitch of a sister!"

Get on that shit, Hallmark.

Assembly of God can kiss my ass!

I remember back when I was a believer in the bullshit that was fed to me by Rev. Mark Dean, youth pastor at the 1st Assembly of God church in Hibbing, MN.

My brother died earlier in the year, so I was perfect to pump bullshit into my 14 year old brain and believe it. I stopped listening to evil "secular" music. Yes, supposedly any music that wasn't busy saying how great god and Jesus were was just pure EVIL!

Then I started hanging around Tom Taylor, his brother Brian, Dusty Sydow, and Elwood (Buck) Craig. They convinced me that there was nothing wrong with regular music and Pastor Mark was just full of shit.

Well, then came a time where some kids were going to Panama to do some "witnessing" to the people down there. I asked if I could go, and what did Pastor Mark Dean tell me? "You can't go because you listen to rock music!"

I told Tom Taylor what he said to me and Tom said, "I'm going to Panama, and if you tell him that I listen to rock music, I will just deny it."

Mark Dean was so fucking blind to think that I was so horrible because I listened to rock music, while he had no problem having Tom Taylor and Elwood (Buck) Craig accompany him down to Panama.

Holy shit! These two were the ones that got me listening to rock music, and seriously, big fucking deal! Brian Taylor got me drunk the first time 1 week after I graduated from high school, Dusty (Busty) Sydow and Elwood (Buck) Craig lived with me in an apartment down in Minneapolis in 85-86 where they broke my furniture, stole money from me, never paid the phone bills, drank like fishes, and recorded Elwood having sex with a girl (not his girlfriend) while I was up in Hibbing one weekend.

Oh yeah, Tommy and Elwood were fucking saints, Mark Dean was so fucking smart, and I was the most evil person alive because I listened to rock music?

This is why I am an Atheist. There are so many drunks and whores that all justify their actions because they go to some ass of god church. They lie and turn their backs on you just because... Who the fuck knows why? More than likely because they knew that I was right.

Remember everyone, if you want to date someone that you think is "cute", all you have to do is tell your parents, "It's god's will! It's god's will!" If they are some dumb-assed shit-heads that believe all of the lies that the ass of god church tells them, they will not have a problem with, lets say as an example, letting you, a 16 year old girl with mush for brains, marry a 21 year old guy who asks you to marry him 2 weeks after you just met. And when he talks you into giving him a blow-job and then breaks up with you, do you still think that your daughter actually had the blessing of "god"? Where is your god now, bitch?

Of course, this probably only works in an ass of god church, because I don't know of any other churches that would let that kind of shit fly, except for a cult, which the ass of god church is.

Fuck you Mark Dean, fuck you Tom, Elwood, Crusty, and fuck the assembly of god church! Why? Because they had no problem or remorse by fucking up my life!

You can't force me to like your art.

There was a girl who went to UMD who claimed to be a feminist. As an art major, each student has to put together a senior art exhibit. I felt that her show was god awful.

Without going into specifics about how her drawings were similar to my drawings from kindergarten, some friends of hers were walking around with a video camera and asking people, "So, what do you think of the show?"

I said, "I could draw better with a pencil shoved up my ass."

Needless to say, after that, we never talked again. Fine by me. If someone said that about one of my drawings, I would want to know why they felt that way, was my drawing really as horrible as they said it was, or were they just saying that to get me all worked up and pissed off?

For the record, I had nothing against this girl and I truly thought that the drawing was ridiculous and that she was doing a great disservice to UMD by hanging that picture on the wall which would be saying, "Look at the art skills 4 years of art school at UMD has taught me! Absolutely nothing!"

Now, I don't know what makes some art "feminist art". However, I don't think that a, and I use the term lightly, "drawing"  of a girl on a swing wearing a t-shirt with the word "feminist" on it doesn't really have the feminist movement message portrayed. I didn't see anyone standing in front of this childlike drawing and commenting, "Yes, this work clearly portrays the struggles and hardships of the feminist movement. Bravo!"

Some artists seem to think that every work that they produce is a work of fine art. Learn to take some criticism. I was sick of having a class critique of a drawing and everyone spouting the same, "I, uh, really like what you did with the negative space" or, "I, um, like the perspective and use of lines". Face it, if you said anything like, "Was this the first time you held a drawing pencil, because you can't draw!", you would be hated until you graduated or transfered to another campus.

I remember in an art history class, we were shown slides of some photographs of Robert Mapplethorpe's. Now, he was a great photographer. However, the slides we were shown were photographs of Mapplethorpe with a bullwhip shoved up his ass, or a photo of a man being fisted with another man's arm up to his elbow. We were told, "Now, this is his lifestyle. He was photographing his lifestyle. These are great works of art." The lifestyle the professor was referring to was not a gay lifestyle, because lifestyles are chosen. Being gay is not a choice. I realize that. The lifestyle was the BD/SM, or  bondage and discipline, dominance and submission, and sadomasochism or sadism and masochism lifestyle.

I like some of his other works, but I didn't care too much for this series. Does that make me a bigot? If Spike Lee directs a movie that I don't care for, does that make me a racist? If a feminist has a drawing that I think is just plain bad, does that make me a sexist?

What I really didn't enjoy was if I were to take a picture of a naked woman, I was told that in the eyes of the UMD art department, it isn't art because to me, it is erotic. However, if I were gay, black, disabled, or female, I would get a free pass to portray my "lifestyle", erotic or not?

OK, I am a man. I was born with a penis. A completely random event which seems to give others the right to discriminate against me without having to be held responsible for their actions. I was a conservative republican back in college. I was called a bigot, a nazi, you name it, I was called it. I took a freshman comp class being taught by, and I am not exaggerating, a man-hating, feminist lesbian. A girl sitting next to me needed an extension to complete 6 assignments that she failed to turn in during the quarter. Six. The professor gave her 2 quarters to finish them all up and turn them in. I needed an extension for 1 assignment. One. She said, "Nope. You get an F and you have to take the class over again." Is this not being sexist, or can only men be sexist?

Now, if I were to say something like, "You get a better grade because you are a girl", I am sure that I would have to make a public apology in the UMD Statesman for being so sexist. Of course, I never said anything like that. But, I had gotten an A in a life-drawing class, and I remember a girl telling me that the only reason I got an A was because I was male. Oh, our instructor was a gay male, but does that mean that I got preferential treatment? Of course not, because I worked my ass off I deserved that A. It was very insulting, but where is my apology? It doesn't count, because I am a guy.

One thing I don't seem to understand is that I don't recall ever meeting or working with a gay man who hated women with a undying passion. I do seem to meet some, but not all, lesbians that hate men. I am sure somewhere out there, there are some gay men who hate women, but I haven't met them, and I don't really want to. And if you think that I am saying that all lesbians hate men, then please re-read this paragraph over and over again until you get what I am saying.

Back to what this posting was initially about... You can't force me to like your "art". Hell, there are some drawings that I did that really suck. But you can't call me a sexist, racist, or anti-gay bigot just because I don't see eye to eye on everything that you have drawn, sculpted, painted, or written. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so if I think that your drawing looks like shit, then guess what? I still think that your drawing looks like shit! Am I not allowed to have an opinion? You cannot twist my arm and force me to hang a photograph of an ass with a bullwhip hanging out of it on my wall, because I just don't like it and I just don't want to. And you can't force me to look at a sophomoric drawing of a girl on a swing with the word "feminist" on her t-shirt and force me to think that it accurately portrays the struggles and hardships of the feminist movement.

Until the USA becomes a socialist or communist nation, I have the right to not like everything that people are trying to force down my throat. It seems that UMD has forgotten that we all have choices and no matter how hard they try, they cannot mold every student to think how they want them to think.

If I am wrong, convince me.

Guess what day it is everybody!

April 25, 2012

It would have been my brother's 43rd birthday if my then stepbrother, JEFFREY HIETALA, had not picked up a .22 rifle that was negligently left in the garage of ELSIE and SAM BONELLI, LOADED and LEANING AGAINST THE WALL, and shot my brother in the back of his head, KILLING him.

Nothing was ever done to JEFFREY HIETALA, so if anyone is in the Tuscon, AZ area, watch your backs, because there is a killer who got away with murder roaming the streets!

I remember awhile back that there was a little girl from Chisholm, MN that disappeared. If I were the police, the first thing I would have done is to see if there was anybody living in the area who had killed someone before. No wait... Killed someone before and never even got a slap on the wrist for murdering them.

I mean, JEFFREY HIETALA seems to have all of the traits of how serial killers became serial killers. At least that is what I was thinking when I read the book, "The Killer Book of Serial Killers". It is a good read. I am sure that other's would agree with my statement after reading it.

A little diddy I thought up...

I was studying a book, big and thick...
When I got a phone call from Rick...
He said, "I think I am BI!"...
"Because I gave it a try!"
"And I just got done sucking a dick!"


True story.


If anyone can make it any better, let me know.

The Ancient Taoist Principle of Reciprocity States...

If you do me a favor, I will return a greater favor to you but if you hurt me,

I will not offer the other cheek...

If you insult me, I will punch you...

If you punch me, I will break your arm...

If you break my arm, I will break your leg...

and if you break my leg, 

I will put you in a coffin.

Some things that really get on my nerves...

People who try to make themselves sound more important than they really are.

For instance, when I told my "father", Ralph Lester, that I was going to be getting a second college degree, he says with a pompous attitude, "Well, I have a college degree!" He does not. He just wanted to try to elevate himself to my intellect.

Or people who think that they are the shit because they have children. Or even because they had twins. Guess what? Unless you are barren, ANY woman can make a baby! You are no better if you have 1, 2, or 8 kids than anyone else. Get over it!

People who say "WARSH" instead of "WASH".

"I am going to Warshington DC." "I am going to warsh my shirt."

How annoying and completely obvious that you are uneducated.

And thanks to my idiot, high school dropout, someone who created children that pollute the gene-pool, who's son picked up a .22, shot my brother in the back of his head and killed him,  ex-stepfather, Dave Hietala,  when people say "CATSUP" instead of "KETCHUP".

I will let it go if you have a bottle of "catsup", but when you have a bottle of "ketchup", don't ask me if I would like some catsup. I will just say, "No, but can you hand me that bottle of KETCHUP?"

Or when people continuously spell the wrong word after I tell them over and over again that it is wrong.

For instance, take Rick Iverson. I had been friends with this worthless excuse of a human being for over 20 years. He goes to work all drugged up and gets fired (right after he started getting his wages garnished to pay for child support). So, instead of listening to me on how to get his life back on the right track, he kept sending me e-mails saying, "Oh boo-hoo! Poor me! My life turned out so shitty! I am such a LOOSER!"

I kept telling him, "No, you are a LOSER, not a LOOSER." But I kept getting the misspelled word over and over again.

After about 7 years, he FINALLY gets a job (coincidentally, miraculously right after he finds out that they closed his file on child support so they wouldn't garnish his wages again).

He destroyed a camera that I loaned to him. He says, "Hey, it just wore out!" Bullshit. The camera case must have completely disintegrated, because he never gave that back to me. All of the black covering on the camera was totally ripped off. I swear, it looked like he dragged it behind his truck. I would smoke cigars and pipes when I would visit his shack, so I bought a hookah and told him to keep it in his house for when I come up. Well, his son and his roommate took it to smoke some marijuana, and his roommate left and stole it. I said that Rick owed me $35 for that and $15 for the extra smoking tube. Rick said, "Hey, it was stolen! I don't owe you anything!" I told him to keep it safe in his house, yet he let his kid take it, so one of those two owe me for it.

Plus, Rick would always have absolutely nothing when I would visit, so I would have to go to the dollar store to buy soap, coffee filters, toothpaste, you name it, I had to buy it.

One time when we were at Wallmart, he says, "Hey, buy me this DVD player and I will pay you back when I get a job!"

I spent thousands of dollars on this worthless piece of garbage, so since he finally had gotten a job, albeit, one that I have seen people with downs syndrome working at,  and I asked him for the money he owes me, what does he say? "What about the $300 antique radio that I gave you and you sold? How about the $50 dollar GI Joe's that I gave you?"

The radio was no antique. It was a big piece of garbage. It didn't work, the wood covering was peeling off, and it was a pain in the ass getting it to look presentable to be able to sell it at a garage sale. As for the GI Joe's... He just writes down some arbitrary number that pops into his loser brain. I don't know where he got this $50 price tag from...

Here's the thing... I never, ever asked him to pay me back for things that I gave him. They were gifts. He can do what he wants with them. I just wanted to be paid for the things that he said he would pay me back for, along with the things that I had loaned him that he destroyed. Yes Rick, you destroyed them. When a camera "wears out", the shutter breaks or something like that. When you return it with everything torn off of it, all of the screws loose and it looks like it was buried in Beruit, it didn't wear out.

He doesn't believe that he should treat other peoples property carefully. You loan him something, he wrecks it, and he doesn't think that he should take responsibility for any of his actions. Typical "everyone feel sorry for me" loser thinking.

How about this... "Hey Rick, what about that love-seat hide-a-bed that my mother GAVE you and in less than a year it was lying in your yard because you destroyed it?" Oh, that's right... It "just wore out"...

Or, "Hey Rick, what about that portable heater that I gave you for christmas and you somehow broke all of the wheels off of it?"

Or, "Hey Rick, how about that DVD/VCR player that I bought you, after you said that you would pay me back for it when you finally got a job, and you left the remote on your stove, melted it, then whined enough so that I would buy you another one?"

Or, "Hey Rick, what about those 100+ 100MB zip-disks that I gave you, along with the slide projector, computer, computer monitor, about 4 keyboards that kept "wearing out", the 3 modems that kept "wearing out", the system software that kept "wearing out", the camera that I lent you that you destroyed but it supposedly just "wore out", the 2 zip drives that kept "wearing out", the chain for your chainsaw, the pizza that I bought every time I came up and slept in your bedbug infested shit-hole..." Do I need to keep going on here?

That's all I have time for right now.

And to all of you that I hate, you brought it on yourselves and you know who you are, go fuck yourselves. If I were to hear that you died in a car crash, I would be very happy. So, hop in that jalopy of yours and take it for a spin. Make me happy!