fucked up family shit...move along.

My brother ran into our father today. In the streets of Seattle.
They had...a confrontation. Fortunatly no one ended up being hauled away by the police.
My father spouted off an assortment of lies about our mother, and my brother really had to be resigned to the fact, that he will never be able to explain fully to Mr. Gibson that his actions really hurt the entire family, and he is a first class wanker if there ever was one.

Poor Tom.
I tried to make him feel a bit better by saying, "hey atleast you can spit on his grave and dance upon it when he dies."
Not exactly a cheerful thought, but it something none the less.

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hrm...

Hrm....Living under a messed up gov't is interesting at times. As an Iraqi or as an American.

I sometimes wonder if George W. Bush was pushed around as a kid and is showing his oh-so 'awesome' power to the world.