Mean.

I was recently called 'mean'. As in, "man, you say mean things".

The person who made the claim is an overly sensitive attention seeker who lives to push my buttons at the end of the worst days, and she got caught up on a direct, witty, borderline asshole-y comment.

Anyway, I replied that "I am nice without saying nice things". Fixed it!

Truth is, I am a mean sonofabitch.

Oh, by the way, it's already summmer.

A day without an immigrant: tomorrow.

As the now infamous day without immigrants approaches, many are alarmed over the rumors of ongoing raids throughout the nation. Apparently, there has been a few in heavily Latino neighborhoods in the L.A. area today. Although no online services have shown any information regarding this, two of my contacts have already expressed some concern.
Are the immigration authorities trying to scare off immigrant families on the eve of May 1st or is this simply another case of paranoia regarding the seemingly-defenseless demonstrators? More on this later.

May 1st approaching

Two days till what is seemingly going to be a historic day for the immigration reform movement. The photo above pictures the thousands that marched in Phoenix last month.

Ouch.

Ever since the last time I felt life was treating me the way the above-pictured bull is, well, manhandling his matador I decided I needed to put my thoughts into writing more often. So here I go.