Welcome to the "Pork Army"

<>As a new recruit to the "cause" I expect you to handle yourself with dignity and speak of Pork with the reverence it deserves. Pork died for your sins private so show some goddamn respect.

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Thank you brother Blake in Pork platoon alpha Beacon Hill division for these fine links.

Remember folks we are not alone

Over and out,

<>The Enforcer - Platoon leader Pork platoon Tango Lake Forest Park division

Stay in touch by letting me know the pork platoon you call home.

"Is it good juggling?"

This ain't over

Speak on brother Geoff:

It's a G.E.O.F.F. thing you wouldn't understand

A place I simply call 'home'.

Stop the ignorance, read before you judge a man's beliefs.

Take that,

The Enforcer

"Is it good juggling?"

You're either with pork or against us all

Notice to all,

There are a few things I will not fucking put up with. One: talking poorly of pork Two: Talking poorly of Pork Three: Being interrupted Mid - Cutlet.

There have been circumstances that I think we all are aware of where I have been forced to carry the flag for pork once again. Why must this happen can't we all agree that Pork is above the morose. Goddamnit I plead to the good people in cyberspace please just leave my meat alone.

So are you with me! Let us not allow the naysayers nairdowells (hairless bad people) and other loose cannons to ruin the sanctuary we call the Internet.

Please it will only take a moment to ally yourself against the NPP (non pork-loving-sonsabitches) and stand with me as we slay the hordes of non-believers and feed their innards to the buzzards. I need a few good men and women to stand against these oppressors. Are you with me! Say it with me "NO JUSTICE NO PORK" "NO JUSTICE NO PORK". GODDAMMIT SCREAM IT INTO THE AIR LET THE WORLD KNOW WHERE YOU STAND!!

AHHHHHHHHH................................................................!!! (sounds of my desk being destroyed as I flip it over and jump through the adjacent window).

I need you and more importantly Pork needs you in this most precarious hour. Hold your ham sandwich high and let them know that you are sick of it and ain't takin it any more.

There are only two types of people in this world pork lovers and sonsabitches. What are you!

That is all,

The Enforcer

"Is it good juggling?"

ahhh yeah

I graduated last night from my program. What freaking relief, I want to do comedy so bad right now it's ridiculous.

I got an email from my daughter today that made me really happy. She told me loved me and that she misses me which for some reason even now that's she's six still makes me want to cry.

Her mom, her mom's friend, and my daughter stayed over on Sunday.

Her mom left me a wonderful note that was truthfully one of the nicest things anyone has ever written me. I am glad that her and I have put the past in the past, it is a freeing thing letting that stuff go. Everyone wins.

I did some new stuff at the open mic on Sunday that was pretty dark and somehow with my current delivery style they worked. I did ok on a dead night at Giggles which is a huge confidence inspiring deal. When you get a dead crowd to laugh that feels huge.

It also didn't hurt that I tore off my pants and talked into my cock like it was microphone. I'm surprised that I'm the first comic to think of doing that on stage. The crowds love it.

Take care and drive safely,

The Enforcer

"Is it good juggling?"

Oops I did it again

I stare into the morning sky which always seems too bright.
I look out at benches that seem too empty.
The city marches on to it's clattering beat. Sirens scream down streets.
I think of the person who died last night.
they were born to a family who loved them if only for a moment.
Now they're dead, and their family is eating chicken pot pie.
While he floats empty into a too bright morning sky.

I marched today on an ant hill of back pain and regret.
I can't win it seems and there in lies my pain
and regret.
To the future I have not met
of the present I do not meet.
Will I ever measure up?
Or will life measure me. short.
Too short to go on the ride.
I farm a web of unorganized thought.
Unable to free myself from the membranes that bind.
my thoughts from true expression.
and expression that is not held back by past issues and repression.
Why can't I be free, is it my apathy.
What will change.
will the change come from Me or the word of god.
or the word of a lamp that sounds like my father who sounds like darth vader.

<>A man once asked me "is it good juggling?" Yeah man.
it's pretty damned good juggling.

-The Enforcer