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As I’ve said before – PLENTY of times… nobody has the RIGHT to be a parent. God had his head 140cm deep up his own ass when he gave nearly every idiot on the planet the ability to fook and make kids. Any jackass, or worse yet – two jackasses together, can create a baby and in so doing, fuck up another person’s life beyond comprehension.

These two fuckmonkeys (read article below) had 3 kids. One of them wet the bed at 10 years old and was made to stand by the window in his room, while the Texas sun came through and toasted him. For 5 days. This was made worse by the fact that the two asshole parents denied the boy water for those 5 fucking days.

Welcome to reality check… I’m your host, Mike Fuckthestateofthisworld Fook.

God has some answering to do.

I am not leaving this forum until he steps the fuck out and explains how this could possibly happen.

God created all the fuckedupedness that exists in the world because, he created man with all of his faults. Any possibility that man can become – started with the jackass that created all this.

Now, I don’t know whether that jackass is the god of anyone’s bible, or if our god is really a high school class of kids on Planet Wigwam that created the earth as a science experiment. No matter.

Whoever or whatever it was – needs to face the music and come down here so I can kick your ass purple and pink all over this place.

I’m talking about now. I’m talking about you.

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Police: Parents punished dead boy by denying water

(AP) – 3 hours ago

DALLAS (AP) — Texas police say a 10-year-old boy died of dehydration after his parents kept water from him for five days as punishment for wetting his bed.

Michael Ray James and Tina Alberson are charged with injury to a child causing serious bodily injury in the July 25 death of their son Johnathan James. Both parents are 42.

Jonathan’s twin brother, Joseph James, and a 12-year-old stepbrother weren’t hurt and are staying with relatives.

Joseph told The Dallas Morning News (http://dallasne.ws/qOpWSJ ) that his parents put Jonathan in a room without air conditioning and told him to stand by the window. Temperatures in Dallas hit 100 or more every day but one last month.

Police documents show the boy collapsed and hit his head on the floor the night he died.

(from Google news feed)

We got an email a minute ago. I don’t know what to respond back. I’ll come up with something – it’s not a question of “if”. I will come up with something… but I thought by writing here first I’d figure out what the hell I’ll say…

The email (identifying bits removed)…

Dear Mike.  Thank you for replay to tell me you have ready send to me the Buddhist gift. Buddha is big, bless and responsibility.
I have think about Buddha God help me what I wish and take with my pocket any place…please clear explain to me..I am Registered Disable Person my Health no good and I have cancer 2007 and come Arthritis and Kriposcoliosis,I am deaf one ear one only 60%, I care glasses and plus I am poor….Please if you can ask Monk or Priest how can help me have better life.I pray every day but day to day last 20 year go bad to bad.I never have children and lot girl and my ex-wife tell me to go because I am lost job and poor.Now I living alone and wait to die to come pick me up.I no have friend because I come from country name Croatia to England.I living here because government give me Home and food, medicine what I need for my bad Health. Let me know how you can help me Priest. I am birth 19.02.1964, 07:03pm. I wait for you replay .  Thank you.
Mr Jo____ Sch____    e-mail: _________

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Mr. Jo Sch is 2 years older than I am. Cancer already. Deaf in one ear and I think he can hear 40-60% out of the other. He’s alone, dying in what sounds like a hospice care situation. He’s in the UK, but comes from Croatia. His wife left him because he has no job and is poor.

This is the reality of what life gives us. I know many of you don’t see it. You don’t feel it – this guy is a stranger. You will be in a position in the future where you have something similar, something radically different, something maybe a little better, or maybe a helluva lot worse.

What a situation – right?

What can I tell this man? Welcome to reality? Life is an open sore, and it’s your turn to do the bleeding… to suffer until you pass?

I laid in bed all day today. Not because I’m lazy… I’ve never stay in bed for no reason. My back ‘went out’ as it does once or twice per year. Old soccer injury from 11th grade. So for a couple days per year I’m incapacitated and can’t do anything but lay on my back and relax – hoping to speed up the relaxing of the muscles that are in spasms in my back.

Every time it happens, I think a lot. I think about how this world was set up. I think about the clown(s) that created the mess we all trudge through on a daily basis. I’m not fucking amused.

Then I get this guy’s email. He’s literally at the end of his rope. Sounds like he’ll die any time. The horror isn’t that he’ll die – that’s something nobody gets away from, and I don’t think the actual dying – is the problem at all. It’s the time just before. You’re either ready to die – or you’re not.

How many of us are ready?

This guy is obviously not ready. It appears that this is not a good position to be in.

While I was laying flat on my back, legs raised to keep my back flat, I was listening to some Alan Watts recordings. I have about 70 of them in my phone’s memory, and when I have a minute, an overnight train ride, or some other free time – I play some of them. I hit the right one today – it was part of the “Images of God” collection.

In it, Alan spoke about the period of time before we were born – as being exactly like the period after we die. We remember none of it. The world went on before we were born, as it will go on after we lived and died. Probably there is nothing after we die – it’s not just as if we had lived and died, but, since there is no memory of anything – it is like we were never born yet either… and perhaps, this is what happens.

The next thing we might ‘know’ after we die – is the awareness that we have been born somewhere again… we are developing as a person. We’d not remember whether it was the first time or the 20,000th time we lived as a human, but we’ll know that life right there in the present.

Or, we won’t – there won’t be any more nonsense to deal with.

I’m hoping it’s the latter… but I won’t tell Mr. Jo SCh that.

I love finding remote Buddhist temples here in Thailand – and seeing what there is to see. I’m not much of a buyer of things, but I just like to see what each temple has that is unique – because, invariably – there is something that blows me away.

We were down at this old Khmer ruins where the Thais built another, newer, Buddhist temple close to – and were looking around, shooting photos of us among the 900 year old temple walls and such. I realized that this was the same temple I’d visited five years prior.

A crazy thing happened during that visit, that I told my girlfriend (now wife) about, and I’ll tell you.

I walked into the small room where they have Thai amulets, statues, and other Buddhist items on display. Some are for sale, others are priceless antiques and never for sale.

I was alone – and when I walked in there was a man that came hobbling out of the back somewhere with his head down. He was very dark brown, and about 60 years old. When he looked up at me his face lit up and he immediately said – “Son!”. He said, you have a son… (mee look chai – in Thai) I said, “Yes, I have a son.”

He said – “Florida”.

I said, “What did you say?”

He said, “Florida”, very clearly.

I said, “Yes, I do have a son in Florida.” I repeated it in Thai to make sure he understood.

(Chai, mee look chai yoo FloriDA)

He smiled and put his head back down. I stood there not comprehending what just happened. I tried to speak with him in Thai to ask how he knew – but, he wasn’t answering any questions – just smiling… and saying it over and over again… “Son, Florida!”

I didn’t buy anything that trip. And I was quite floored by what happened.

I did remember the place, and when I realized we ended up there again today, I wondered if the man was still there – he wasn’t a monk – just a guy selling amulets at the temple – and part of the temple apparently.

Well, we went in and saw the guy there. That was exciting. However, there was no repeat performance. I didn’t prompt him or anything about Florida and my son. He did seem to be able to read my mind though.

I asked how much for one of the Buddha amulets I thought was cool. He looked at me and said 480 Thai baht. I thought about it for a minute. That was what I expected him to say. I have seen those same amulets for sale for that amount.

I declined and kept looking.

I found another amulet I thought was cool. I asked him how much… He turned his face to me, smiled big and looked deep into my mind… he said 300 THB.

That is the exact price I was thinking I would buy it at. It’s a polished rock – probably a type of marble, and the carved Buddha – inlaid – is exceptionally detailed and nice. It could have been 500, 1,000, or even 3,000 THB – it was that nice. At 300 THB I knew I’d buy it immediately.

I gave him the money.

Guess what?

He did it again with the next two amulets. It was as if he knew the price in my head that I would pay for each one.

Weird – right?

These things are not weird to Thais… there are people that are said to be able to see things others can’t.

I experienced this directly on a couple of occasions some years back as I meditated. I wrote this poem as a result of the experience. (oops, I thought I had posted it here at the site – but, I haven’t. I will try to find a copy and post it – linking to it here.)

I saw a being on the floor of the spare bedroom back in Florida as I meditated. I was married at the time to another person, and we hadn’t known – but, she was in the early stages of pregnancy. The being I saw was not really man or woman that I could tell – but it was related to us – to me, to my wife, to my family – I felt the connection it had with my parents, me, and my wife… it was part of all of us. A very strange experience, I’m sure I don’t have to tell you.

It was the most bizarre thing in my life… surpassing even hearing a voice twice in one night – that spoke very clearly and about something that didn’t really make sense to me about 3 years before this – and with nothing to do with meditation.

This was far beyond that… because my wife spontaneously aborted in the shower the following night…

Coincidence? I don’t know… I’ve never before, or since, felt and seen a being like that…

It matches right up with the tiny fetus growing inside my wife – that we were oblivious to.

The meditation I was doing was vipassana type, focusing on the breath. I was advancing very quickly and was into the jhana levels often.

There are things written in the Pali cannon that tell of a “divine eye” a “divine ear” and other gifts that occur as a result of meditation having made some changes in the mind… and of course I’d have never believed such a thing until it actually happened.

There is another layer to reality that is invisible to most of us – most or all of the time. I think there are those that can see it – like I did. I don’t say – “That’s BS!” too often when it comes to Buddhists insisting that a monk gave them winning numbers for the lottery, or seeing their past lives. I think it is probably true.

So, I bought a clay Buddha pendant, and two rocks with carved Buddhas in them at prices that were exactly what I was hoping to pay for them.

I really believe the guy at this temple has a gift of seeing things… I’ll have to go back again before we leave the area.

Do you believe some people have gifts like that?

This is typically something that happens when you think you’re having a great experience.

For me it was a sunset taking place over a southern Asian town. It was breathtaking, and the colors in the sky were changing constantly. If I stopped taking photos for even 10 seconds already the sky had changed and I felt like I was missing something. I was amazed at it. The beauty, the scale of it. God’s canvas, right? Surely this must be something the creator gave us to enjoy.

Like a good Pizza from Joe’s in The Village around 18th street (I forget the exact address). But that’s another story entirely. A sick one at that.

But back to this story…

Maybe you’ll catch a glimpse of reality during your peak experience. Maybe a bird will drop a bomb on your head. Maybe you’re sitting on a group of red ants. Maybe a centipede found the area between your foot and sandal ideally wet and warm after your climb up the hill to see the amazing sunset.

Or maybe nothing negative happens to you. As far as you’re concerned you haven’t a care in the world. You’re at one with the awesome experience and you’re blissed out.

But, if you happened to look around for a second you might see something that doesn’t mesh with the peak experience. It’s always there, in memory if not within your field of vision. I’d hope it’s somewhere close to top of mind. It’s always there for me.

For me, in this case it was whining at my feet. It was a dog that I see every time I come up to see the sunset. Well, most times. He’s a horribly suffering beast that is just one of tens of thousands (hundreds of thousands? Millions?) in Thailand. Thais’ don’t have the same sense of duty to take care of animals as most of us in the USA. They tend to let them go and do as they will, have babies as they will. Get hit by cars as they will. Get sick as they will. Live and die as they will. It’s a ‘hands-off’ approach I guess you could say.

And, what duty do we have toward dogs anyway? Why this special feeling toward dogs and not rats? Rats can be tamed. Bears and wild jaguars can be tamed. Why not the same nurturing of animals other than cats, dogs and ferrets? Not sure. For myself I feel the pain of all of them. It’s disgusting that their normal state of being is not to be without fleas, ticks, mange. That’s what aim for in the USA with our pets – but what we don’t really get, is that whatever created this whole mess – screwed the animals really good.

I can never really enjoy a sunset because this poor dog is there all the time, reminding me – life blows man. Life is sucking hard every single day not only for the people of this world, but for the animals. Maybe WORSE for the animals – who’s to say?

This dog has mange on his butt, his scrotum, his shoulders, his ear, close to his right eye and on various parts of his legs. He is unceasingly scratching and biting at his cracked, falling off and openly bleeding skin. This is his normal state. He is suffering from the time he’s awake. Add to that the Thais’ seeming indifference to when or if he gets fed.

He’s hungry every time I see him too. I bring him a container of fatty milk and either some dog food or cookies when I come up. He wolfs it all down at once. He’s insatiable. Guess he figures better get it while he can.

It’s funny how many people want to tell me the great things about life… about living this nutty game. They point out that I have it pretty good. I have my health. I have enough food everyday. I have an income – though small, using the computer to create blogs and run ads on them. I’m mentally OK. I have no genetic anomalies. I have all my fingers and toes, the right number of noses and things.

I guess I should clarify.

I’m not angry at the state of existence of man and animal-kind for myself. I understand I have things better than 99% of the entire world. I’m disgusted and outraged at the state of others’ problems. Sure, my life has been up and down but for the most part – WAY UP. There’s nothing for me to gripe about in my life except just the monotony and sickness of it that other people have to go through. Kids born to crack addicted prostitute moms might just be the most horrible way to enter the world I can think of. No wait, what about being born without arms, legs, blind and deaf?

I really feel for the people that are having a horror-show life. Animals too.

Don’t you?