Fourth Post - a still-angry host

November 16th, 2006

What hell this is! I take a whiz,
and wonder what this journey is.
No fun have I, no kids, no wife;
not young and spry — I have no life!
I freak and fret and slorp and glom
and think of how I trashed my Mom.

Dense grief I have is so unreal
I sit alone
in this dank home
and don’t know what to feel!

Anger, hatred, vengeance, rage
‘twixt these I’ll never turn the page
and of this you should be knowing
it’s easier to keep it going.

My crosshairs poised
and barrel raised
I sit alone on damp dark nights.
My sole companion
deep malaise
just itchin’ for a fight!

Third Post - you've got the most

Yes, folks, The first Bruce post
went for the solar plexus,
but since he hit 'reply to all';
at this point, there's a nexus;
as over decency he cast a pall
his email sure did vex us!

But we'll just forgive him,
and offer this monition:
if he holds on to seething rage
and dusts off many an angry page
he'll be much older than his age
and lose friends to attrition!

So now he skulks behind his screen
his BOX his only friend;
a master of XP and Linux
to whom his rants to send?

Deep down, the venerable Brucie knows
that he can't hide forever;
one day he'll say "I'm sorry, Ma"
and things will come together.

bruce burhans mental illness

bruce burhans mental illness

Ma Responds - to others in the 'Reply to All' box

"Sorry you had to be subjected to Bruce's ravings.
I have a new address, I guess;
and maybe it's all for the best -
at least there'll be some savings.

For you I've saved
the good things you may have craved
'bout which Bruce hasn't yet raved.

Notice how his hair is frizzy
but don't get yourselves up in a tizzy;
In days of yore, his hair was curled
but now his flag of hate's unfurled!

Didn't know he had it in 'im -
such a nasty, angry bag of venom!
So before you get some kind of stricture
I'll post here Bruce's picture!

Remake of Brucie's eloquent first post

On Sat, Jul 08, 2006 at 03:37:52PM -0700, Ma Burhans wrote:
I Finally was dragged, not flagged;
into the modern world, unfurled.
I'm blessed, as you might have guessed
by friends at my behest
And a very wonderful son-in-law — hair curled.
Let’s get bloggin’ – there’s much to do.
And my address is shorter, too!

Now the sinister reply from that venal guy THE BRUCE, who's not so spry:

Strange. I thought my biological mother (Ma Burhans) understood
that I didn't want to hear from her anymore.

I just got sick of having her try to force her creepy religion
(allegedly 'Christianity', though she ignores most of what Jesus
taught, like most American 'Christians') and her Patriotism,
based on an extremely ignorant view of American activities on
the world stage.

And her diet. She eats animal products, which is incredibly more
environmentally destructive than the plant product diet I have
practiced for over 20 years now.

But she kept sending me sausages and cheeses and donated food
animals to charitable donations in my name.

Then there's her tobacco phobia, based on politically-motivated
psuedo-science promulgated by people who don't want to face the
fact of all the numerous pollutants in their daily lives and
would rather blame it all on tobacco users, which is absurd.

Check out the EPA website. They list over 700 carcinogens in
the common workplace and home environment, second-hand tobacco
smoke being one of them. Yet we never hear about the other
699+ because that would force the anti-tobacco witch hunters
to change their lifestyle, rather than forcing others to
change theirs.

My biological mother made it clear, years ago, that she
doesn't approve of tobacco smoking. Fine. Don't smoke.

But I don't have to listen to her harp on it in my own home.
Or ever.

She just doesn't realize that not only does she not have any
say in how I run my life, but that I am not interested in hearing
her opinion on the subject because I don't have any particular
respect for her views.

She can butt out.

Then there's the fact that I don't belong to the AARP and
never will. It's composed of priveleged white retirees (99%+
white) that don't care about anything but holding on to
their priveleges.

My biological mother summed it up well, with a bumper sticker
she used to have: "I’m Spending My Children's Inheritance."

Hah! I hereby offer up a translation for you, fair viewers:
"Screw the world, I'm going to get whatever toys and privileges
I can and then just die and leave the children I claim to
love to clean up the mess."

Buncha creeps.

Bruce