The More Things Change, The More They Stay The Same You Know...............

Here it is: Chances are yous were curious as to when Michigan's Resident Rocker was going to sit down in the Cockpit under the beautiful Flag of God's Country; which as all of you fucking Half Wits know is CANADA; and write out a Manifesto as to whatever the fuck is on My Twisted, Tormented Mind; well; ask and yous shall Receive, I always say! So here we are about to Wrap Up 2021; and yous would think that Now that I have turned 52 that perhaps I ain't as Pissed Off as I once was; well depending on your Perspective, I hate to fucking disappoint some of yous, Like I Give a fuck! Especially the fucking Target of this Manifesto; now as we all know for damn near the Past 6 fucking Years; I have been at War with a Certain Member of my fucking Family. Now Trust Me; This fucking DRUNK is a Member of My Family in NAME ONLY; I have fucking DISOWNED this fucking Pile of shit in that fucking Span of time, now some of yous will ask me why; O.K. I'll be happy to fucking Explain why! Let's take a Little Trip down Memory Lane; Now I shall Post a Disclaimer; as yous can tell; I do Liberally Use the word "fuck," and yous don't Like it, then STOP Reading this fucking Post! Now of course there ain't Just 1 Single Target I am aiming this Post at; the other Target I am aiming this Post at I have tried to keep out of this War; however; Due to the Tragic Event that had unfolded 3 Weeks ago; I can no Longer exempt My Own Mother from this because she Shares EQUALLY as much fucking Blame as her fucking ALCOHOLIC Husband does! Now that yous have figured out who this is Directed at, get your Popcorn and or whatever snack yous choose, and strap yourselves in because this Promises to be some fun shit! O.K. I know I haven't mentioned a Great Deal about this in the Past 3 Weeks because I am still in the Grieving Process; what the fuck am I talking about? Well at 2:30 PM on December 3, 2021, My Brother, Mike Passed Away from a Cardiac Arrest at the Age of 49. Now yous talk about a very UNFAIR Turn of Events. It's been No Secret that My Brother had been battling Kidney Problems that Required Dialysis for what Turned out to be the Last 11 fucking Years of His Life; yet I Learned 2 Nights Later from My Now 27 Year Old Daughter, Marjorie of the Tragic Occurrence. Now the Last Time I saw My Brother alive I Visited him at the Apartment he shared with My Daughter on American Thanksgiving (Keep In Mind I am a Canadian; therefore I acknowledge both Countries' Thanksgiving Holidays). Now I Knew that years of Dialysis had been taking its toll on his body; I Noticed that he was Physically Weaker than he had been; yet his Mind was still as sharp as ever! I honestly thought I would be spending Christmas with him, Watching Football; yet Little did I Realize that On American Thanksgiving; that on that day I would see him for the very Last Time. Now Let's be Honest here, because Honesty is ALWAYS the best fucking Policy. My Brother and I weren't exactly the Best of Friends as we were Growing Up; in fact My Brother and I had a rather Well Noticed Sibling Rivalry. But as we got Older; I began to Realize that even though My Brother and I were 2 entirely Different Men from the Same Family; we were FAMILY! Little did I Realize that we BOTH would have the Same Enemy in Common! Now I NEVER In My Wildest fucking Imagination would think that an Enemy would be a Member of My Own Family; and Oddly enough that Enemy was Not Our Father; even though I can only speak for Myself; I haven't spoken to My Father in Over 33 fucking Years; as I said I am now 52; so yous do the fucking Math to figure out the Last Time I had spoken to My Father! I don't even know how to get a hold of My Father, even if I WANTED TO! Now I haven't Ruled that Out! Now whether My Brother has ever Spoken to My Father before he Passed Away; I Guess I will Never Know! Want to hear a funny fucking story? Let's backtrack further down Memory Lane to the Magical Year of 1987; which was the Beginning of My Senior Year in High School. As a Joke, My Brother Referred to My Mother's Now Husband, Paul as "Dad." Little did I ever fucking Realize that even being Referred to as that Term as a fucking JOKE; that it would go to his fucking head! Ultimately My Mother did Marry My Father's fucking Nephew! Now allow me to ask yous something; what the fuck kind of a "Man" Goes after his Uncle's Former Wife for a Piece of Pussy? Are yous for fucking REAL? How fucked up is that? Are yous Meaning to tell me that yous couldn't find a suitable Piece of Pussy OUTSIDE of our fucking Family? Now don't get me wrong, I have a Cousin who bears a Striking Resemblance to My Mother, but that doesn't Mean I want to put My dick inside of her! Of course I am referring to a Blood Relative; yet My Mother was Related to this fucking DRUNK, albeit via being Married to My Father; once My Parents' Divorce became Final; I guess that Terminated any Familial Connection between My Mother and her Now Husband. Yet I can ONLY assume that My Mother Married this fucking DRUNK; solely to make My Father Jealous; even though My Father would end up Marrying his Now Late Wife of 32 Years almost a Year Later! I guess 34 fucking Years Later and what has fucking Changed? Not a Great fucking Deal! No, I Take that back; My Father's Wife of 32 Years Passed away in Late January. And of course My Relationship with My Mother is in essence Non Existent! Now most of yous would think that a Tragedy of My Brother's Passing would Possibly Result in a fucking Reunion of My Family! Are yous fucking shitting me? Aside from My Cousins in God's Country; My Brother, My Kids, My Nephew and My Niece are the ONLY fucking Family I have! Now in essence the People I Work for could be considered as "Family" as well. Even though I am not Related to anybody I Work for! When I Lost My Brother; it was Like a Part of me had died! I Grew up with My Brother. Now what's really fucking GALLING; is now My Mother and the fucking DRUNK; Pretty Well SHUNNED My Brother and I for what turned out to be the Last 6 fucking YEARS of His Life and now all of a Sudden they want to act Like the fucking Aggrieved Parents? REALLY? FUCK YOU! Can yous see the fucking HYPOCRISY dripping from that? Let's start with YOU, Paul, since you're the Main fucking Catalyst to ALL of this fucking Family Angst: You fucked up when you Came to MY Home (at that Time, I was Still Living with My Now Ex Wife) and attempted to start a fucking Physical Fight with me; yet You showed your fucking TRUE COLORS when I swung on you; what the fuck did you do? Well allow me to Refresh your fucking ALCOHOL HAZED Memory; you Jumped into that Piece of shit Truck of yours and you FUCKING RAN! Then you had the fucking Nerve to attempt to Lure me out to My Mother's House to Pull your fucking GUN On Me! Just how fucking stupid do you think I am? And what was your fucking Reasoning for attempting SUICIDE (By Means of attempting to start a fight with me)? Because I had a Girlfriend while I was still Married? Really? Let me ask yous this, Paul; WHAT FUCKING BUSINESS IS THIS OF YOURS? What fucking Authority Gives YOU the RIGHT to tell me who I can Put My dick inside of? Even the fucking State of Michigan doesn't have that fucking Authority! And then you went and did the fucking Ultimate; you SLANDERED MY FUCKING GOOD NAME around Pork Huron; and have been PUBLICLY Calling Me "Dope Dealer" and "Michigan's Resident COCKSUCKER?" Who the fuck do you think you are?  First of all; I AM NOT a HOMOSEXUAL! I HAVE NEVER Had any Kind of Sexual CONTACT and or Sexual INTEREST in another Male! Second: I NEVER ONCE HAD A FUCKING THING TO DO WITH DRUGS In My Life! Oh; but it's O.K. for you to go and fuck every fucking Lot Lizard from here to Memphis; while Married to My Mother, Like I give a fuck whether that happened or not! Yet what was My Brother's "Crime?" "Oh, he didn't Call Our Mom on Mother's Day?" A Stupid fucking Hallmark Holiday? Suck My fucking dick! And then you had the fucking GALL to accuse My Now Late Brother, of "FAKING" his Condition; so he can Garner Sympathy? So he can get attention? So he can avoid Working? Let's see; if My fucking Memory Serves me correctly; I happen to Recall you being Involved in a fucking Trucking Accident in Davenport, Iowa that ended your Truck Driving Career in where you were found to be "AT FAULT" for! I could have easily accused you of "FAKING" your Injury in where your fucking Leg had to be surgically Rebuilt; but I didn't! So Kiss My Red & White Pure Canadian ass! I will have you fucking Know, I DO NOT FUCKING ANSWER TO YOU! I ONLY Answer to the People I Work for; and the Last Time I Checked Your Signature IS NOT on My Paychecques! Therefore I stand behind that Last Statement! Tell Me something; what is your fucking Obsession with My Father anyway? Are you that fucking afraid that My Mother will DUMP your WORTHLESS, ALCOHOLIC ass and go back to Him? After she Divorced him 43 fucking Years ago? Is that why you Regularly Go Rifling Through My Mother's Purse? Is that why you Regularly Go through her Phone? To catch her in Communication with somebody you FORBID her from being In Contact with? Especially Mike or Myself? I will have you Know; I AM NOT AFRAID OF YOU! So you have 1 of 2 Choices; Bring your COWARDLY, YELLOW Carcass Out to Mount Morris and Get your DRUNK ass taken to the fucking Woodshed; or you Can LOSE My fucking Phone Number and NEVER AGAIN Contact Me; because Mark My fucking Words; if I am around when you Drop Dead (God Willing I am) at your Funeral, I will approach your Casket, whip My dick out and Piss All Over your Lifeless Carcass! May I also state that GUNS Are Not Allowed to be brought into the Apartment Complex where I Live; because if you do Bring your GUN; you WILL Leave My Home with it Wrapped around your fucking Head or shoved up your fucking ass! Now onto you, Mom; I tried to keep you out of this War with your Husband, but I have to say You ain't been No fucking Angel in all of this! After all YOU CHOSE Your ALCOHOLIC Husband over your Own 2 Sons and Now One of them is Now Deceased! What Kind of a Mother CHOOSES a MAN Over her CHILDREN? Just so you Know, My Girlfriend, Crystal has 2 Children of her Own and I WOULD NEVER MAKE HER HAVE TO CHOOSE BETWEEN ME OR HER CHILDREN! What threats did Paul use to Make you CHOOSE HIM over your Sons? Did he threaten to take away that "Security of Married Life" That Most Married Women DESPERATELY Crave? Did he threaten to throw you out of the House that You Lived in for the Last 52 Years? The very House that you Raised YOUR 2 Sons in? For the Last 4 Years of his Life, Mike had been desperately Trying to Reconnect with you; yet you REFUSED, why? Is it because it would bruise your Husband's Oversized ego? Even when your Grandson, Cody had begged you to See Mike when he was in the Hospital a Year ago; you REFUSED! I don't fucking get it! And Now all of a Sudden you act as if you are the Aggrieved Mother? After you REFUSED to see YOUR Son as his Life was slowly slipping away from him? Are you sure you ain't aggrieved by a fucking Guilty Conscience? Where were YOU; when My Kids' Mother was In the Hospital, dying of a Fatal Stroke that she suffered 4 Years ago? Were you Getting DRUNK at the fucking VFW; with your Husband? Personally; whether you come out to My Apartment in Mount Morris or Not; whether you Meet My beautiful Girlfriend, Crystal; I don't know if that will Matter or not! But you know what? I am Making it! I have been at the Same Job for the Last 3 and a Half Years, I have a Nice Apartment in Mount Morris for that same span of time, and furthermore, I DIDN'T NEED anybody's Help to accomplish that! And may I also say that MY Kids STILL Talk to Me, Regardless of whether I am the ONLY Parent they have Left or not! Now back to you, Paul, you fucking DRUNK; I DON'T NEED YOUR MONEY, MOST OF ALL, I DON'T NEED YOUR FUCKING APPROVAL! Even though you STILL OWE Me $5000.00 for SLANDERING MY GOOD NAME; now allow me to give you the Definition of SLANDER: 1: defamation of a person by unprivileged oral communication made to a third party
2: the tort of oral defamation
An action for slander may be brought without alleging and proving special damages if the statements in Question have a plainly harmful character, as by imputing to the Plaintiff Criminal Guilt, serious Sexual Misconduct, or conduct or a characteristic affecting his or her business or Profession. Yet I ain't counting on you to do the RIGHT THING, Scratch Me Out a Nice $5000.00 Checque for SLANDER By PUBLICLY Calling  Me a Drug Dealer and a Homosexual; when you KNOW DAMN WELL, that NONE Of those Statements are the Least Bit fucking Truthful! Do you Honestly think I will ALLOW you to SLANDER MY GOOD FUCKING NAME and think I will "Turn the other Cheek," and actually Talk to you? Fuck You! I find it very fucking Interesting that you keep Playing the fucking "Roger" Card, when he has been fucking IRRELEVANT for the Last 35 fucking Years! So go ahead, Play the fucking "Roger" Card, because it has NO EFFECT on Me! At Least I KNOW My Father has NEVER ONCE Called Me a Drug Dealer and or a Homosexual? What's YOUR fucking excuse? With that said; Hopefully My Mother will come to her senses, which I ain't counting on, and Dumps your DRUNK ass! Yet by the same Token; don't you dare fucking think that we have a fucking thing to Talk about; because we don't! Until Next Time this is Michigan's Resident Rocker saying that family is to be cherished, unless they're Toxic!