Since there are SO many believers out there who think justice was done yesterday (NOT!) on the Jackson case, I'd like to see everyone of them put their sons in bed with him for the next two years.
The next parent who puts her son in that bedroom with this freak DESERVES to be another victim. YUK(!) he is such a sick animal. You've got to give it to him though. He certainly knows how to pick his victims.
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Saturday, June 11, 2005
My Grandfather Died...
the day we arrived in Tokyo, my brother told me online while chatting that my grandfather had passed away the day before. I was surprised, I guess. Then again, he'd been sick for awhile. My mom had informed me that my faher had been going to the hospital almost on a daily basis to visit him. Just weeks ago, my brother and Geraldine had brought Emma to visit him. Though not his first great grandchild, certainly the only one he would recognize. The other one, a boy, was brought into this world just a month after the wedding which he was not informed.
I called my dad when Kevin said it was probably a good idea since he was upset. I didn't reazlize that he meant angry not sad... until I spoke to my mom. It's a long long story but the relationship between my paternal grandfather and ALL his kids from his legitimate wife, my grandmother, and his misstress, is a painful encounter. My grandfather was certainly not an ideal grandfather to us, much less a good father to his six sons and one daughter. At the end of the day, only my father (and his mistress) were there by his deathbed. ...so I called my dad and thought I might give him a little emotional support. Instead, he cut me short and told me to have a good time in Japan and that he would email. O-KAY. I called my mom and bitched about it. I called despite that fact that I have not been happy with my dad the last year or so since I last saw him in SFO. ...and that's another too-long story...
Turns out that dad's been bitter about his dad's bitter life. A smart man who's lead a long but loveless life. He was not a good father and a terrible husband to his first family (matchmade as kids that didn't work out DUH!) and did the same thing in his second relationship. I guess his mistress and him, both Satan's children, got along well... both beat the hell out of their sons and were terrible parents. So much so that the youngest of the three ran away from them to my grandmother and was raised by her from an early age of six, I believe.
So my grandfather's passed away... and I'm not there to pay my restpects. No loss. I didn't respect him when he was alive so why be hyprocritical when he's no longer with us. I'm not sad... I don't feel any loss. He's just another face that I'd never ever see again.
I called my dad when Kevin said it was probably a good idea since he was upset. I didn't reazlize that he meant angry not sad... until I spoke to my mom. It's a long long story but the relationship between my paternal grandfather and ALL his kids from his legitimate wife, my grandmother, and his misstress, is a painful encounter. My grandfather was certainly not an ideal grandfather to us, much less a good father to his six sons and one daughter. At the end of the day, only my father (and his mistress) were there by his deathbed. ...so I called my dad and thought I might give him a little emotional support. Instead, he cut me short and told me to have a good time in Japan and that he would email. O-KAY. I called my mom and bitched about it. I called despite that fact that I have not been happy with my dad the last year or so since I last saw him in SFO. ...and that's another too-long story...
Turns out that dad's been bitter about his dad's bitter life. A smart man who's lead a long but loveless life. He was not a good father and a terrible husband to his first family (matchmade as kids that didn't work out DUH!) and did the same thing in his second relationship. I guess his mistress and him, both Satan's children, got along well... both beat the hell out of their sons and were terrible parents. So much so that the youngest of the three ran away from them to my grandmother and was raised by her from an early age of six, I believe.
So my grandfather's passed away... and I'm not there to pay my restpects. No loss. I didn't respect him when he was alive so why be hyprocritical when he's no longer with us. I'm not sad... I don't feel any loss. He's just another face that I'd never ever see again.
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