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The last thing anyone wants to be is fucking bored in the middle of the night and completely unable to sleep.


2:20 am and awake just doesn’t work for us, does it?


I have fought this problem for the past four years,  and yet I have been able to do well in college-now grad school.  The irony is that I started that lousy job years before that.  I knew nightshift would screw me up, but 2008 being what it was, I took it.

I don’t have any customer service skills-ask anyone.  What I tend to have are dead eyes and and a smart mouth.

The white American middle class irritates me because they are offended by everything.  You literally can’t joke about anything (which is why they are so unhappy with their lives).  What they do find humorous are issues that most people exercise compassion for-like people who have developmental disabilities.


Yeah, we all remember when Trump made fun of that New York Times reporter-and the son of a whore still denies he did that.

What gets me is that Christians continue to be his base.

Can someone explain that me when the Bible tells us that we are to we welcome foreigners, since we were foreigners in Egypt?


Look at the number of dead children from his camps.FUNERAL OF SEVEN YEAR WHO DIED IN TRUMP CONCENTRATION CAMP

Either you voted for Hillary Clinton or you are responsible for this.



Hillary Delegate_n

I think you should be more concerned about your own soul.

Matthew 25:42-46.

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by Jim Rousch

Don’t call me oppressed right now. I’m fucking bored, because I’m in a motel room with nothing to do.

The least someone could do is mail me a book of matches and a gallon of gasoline, but the problem with that plan is that everyone will know who did that, so there’s point in doing something that stupid. Hence, I just have to ride this one out.

I didn’t do well in the class I was in-except for the last week. I knew it was that mood stabilizer the very moment I finished three weeks in one. I also knew that was the problem when I returned to normal. All I knew was that I couldn’t do my research-and it annoyed the hell out of me, because I didn’t feel like myself.

The wrong medication in a damaged brain like mine spells a fabulous disaster, but on the other hand, my psychiatrist told me that over 99 % of babies who acquire meningitis don’t make it to grad school-and I wonder if that is because they aren’t pushed, like I was.

At least I know I’m bored.





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Learn the Hard Way










I’m learning more things, but the hard way.

Life in a motel built during the New Deal era is different in that you don’t know whether or not your assignments reach your professor’s computer.

This poor place doesn’t have the adequate power required to do it, but I wouldn’t make the suggestion of tearing it down because who the hell am I to make that suggestion? I think of all of the thousands of people and families who have stayed here before I came along, and I just figure said suggestion to be seven degrees of wrong.

I don’t believe in tearing down old buildings. I believe in learning from the dead, as this is an example of what they had to make things work every day.

The dead can still teach you how to live-but only if you let them.

They left clues for us to follow, and they expected intellect to carry on with the next century; how we have failed them!

We became lazy.
We became prejudiced in terms of learning ability.
And American society is paying the price as the rest of the world catches up.

Hey, man. Don’t look at me. You booted me out-remember?

I guess you have to learn the hard way.

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What the Church Threw Away Due To Bigotry Against People With Headtrauma





I was officially excommunicated by the Reverend John Larson of Ascension Lutheran Church in Littleton, Colorado yesterday due to the attack against my person a year ago by former Denver police officer, Clyde Wiggins, who ran as fast as he could and blindsided me as I had attempted to explain my traumatic brain injury to a old woman.


I had no intention of hurting her, but Rev. Larson said I was yelling-which I was; in trying to be understood.   I never even touched her.

According to the Reverend, Wiggins claimed that he shouted my name three times before he attacked me.


”That’s a lie.  There was no warning.”

Interesting number there-especially since Wiggins knew I have one ear completely deafened by meningitis.  He knew that about me-and got away with what he did.

Clyde Wiggins is an elder of the church and a retired co, so it came to no surprise that I was out.

They shouldn’t have discussed a woman’s right to choose in the sermon anyway.

Remember that Christ separated Church from State when He asked whose image was on the denarius.


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The Madam President







The Madam President of the United States of what’s left of America-after Trump ruins it.   She is notorious for cleaning Republican disasters.




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‘Nuff said.

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Getting the Fuck Out of Here



Tuesday, May 28, 2019

Getting the Fuck Out of Here

Jim Rousch

If anyone had told me that I would be moving to the Southern part of the United States, I would fit

them for a straight jacket.   However, that’s exactly where I’m going.

After what has happened to me in the last year, it’s clear that I cannot live in Colorado anymore.  And while I’d LOVE to go back to Los Angeles, I simply haven’t the money to live there.  Where am I going?  Hold on to your grandma’s piss.


I know, huh?  Me,  the Union flagwaver, the                                                                                             staunch Democrat.

Let me tell you what the final straw was
It turns out that my neighbor on my right side                                                                                           could very well possibly be a douchebag                                                                                                   Iraq War moron, because he became very
aggressive with me when it was mentioned it.

What he didn’t like was my screaming late at
night-which is fair enough, since he had kids
asleep.  However, it’s harder for someone
who has traumatic brain injury to
maintain self-control so that they don’t start
start screaming while they look for a pair of
a pair of glasses.  However, that’s where the
land is cheap and everything is else is I don’t
actually know yet.

I’m not wild about living about living in
the land of Trent Lott, but maybe I can
change it just a tad.

To be honest, I don’t give a flying fuck what Iraq “veterans” think because the Iraq War was illegal under the UN charter, there were no weapons of mass destruction, and American soldiers committed a lot of war crimes over there.

So, I annoy my neighbor every morning before I leave because I know what the noise laws and I’m a total dick when pushed.


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I Don’t Care Anymore Lyrics and Music by Jim Rousch-thrash metal



I am currently writing the music for this tune; played in thrash timing.

1)      I don’t care ‘bout the ‘merican flag.

You don’t buy the cars anymore.
I don’t care ‘bout the bitch who’s just in drag.

We all know all know she’s just a whore.

I only feel for the girl who died in camp;

Her last breath pled for thirst.
Harley and Carrier left the greatest place on Earth

Because you voted for the worst.


2)      I don’t care ‘bout the farmers in the drought.

They were expendable hicks from the start.
Just like you don’t care about a rape victim-

That’s because you have no fucking heart!
To you fundies she’s so dirty,
She’s just another whore,
To me, she is my sister, my wife, my niece
Or more.



Do you know why I don’t care about you?

You never cared about us.

You looked at us anti-USA

‘Cause we wouldn’t ride on your bus.

3)  Nixon and Reagan, Bush and Bush and Trump
Down the sewers we go.

Don’t expect an effort from anyone like us.
We wanted to work, you said no.


Metalflame Publishing © 2019


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Through Time






Mom, Grandma, Grandpa, Me, and my 1977 Pontiac Grand Prix across the street


 Jesus Christ

 My buddy.  I will miss him.


  You can’t have her.



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