Blogging has been the source of much joy the past several years and has lead to numerous  real-life, honest friendships that span the nation. It's been a blessing.
(and you know who you are.)

I've had a few posts on the burner, some not completed, others intentionally not posted for business reasons. (Bail Bonds is as lucrative as it is competitive, and I didn't think it wise to expose marketing strategy through a Google search. Most of what I have to talk about the past several months has to do with this aspect of my life.)
All of that... and then there are basic life issues as well, things beyond my control and within, that have left me rather ornery...
I'm the happy guy you love today, and tomorrow I'll be the Son-of-a-bitch you wanna punch in the throat.

Fitting, I guess, ...since I am currently 'At War' with United Steel Workers (posted about) while engaged in Jihad against supervision at work;...
 was encouraged today to attend the next union meeting (and have a beer!) on Tuesday where my issue(s) would be discussed, and having to decline, reminding the invitor that my presence was not preferred.
"Oh. Sorry."
Fuck You, and the USW horse you rode in on...

It may be... that I am alone.
It may be... that I am not.

I do not know. My Circle Of Trust contracts by the day.

My Homies (those that I work with who know me: The Local) back me up. This I know.
The USW (i.e.: The International) think that I suck. No... they got that shit wrong... it is they who are doing the sucking... Fuck Them!
All Of Them!

Matters not to me...
This (both of them) is my fight to fight, through my own choosing.
I chose these (overlapping) battles (maybe stupidly) of my own free will.
I will fight them.
To conclusion... both of them.
Get that!

May be, that I am a fool.
May be, that I am not.
Maybe, I am a prophet.

I only know that I can be an asshole at times.
('Asshole' has been my first name before..., that.. and 'Fuckin', as in: 'That Fuckin Gino' (another grievance that worked it's way through the (take-no-prisoners) process 12 yrs ago).
This is one of those times.
(the Supe that imposed 'Fuckin' as my first name has become my most die-hard defender today, and has privately encouraged me in this latest battle. 'Don't back down' he says, 'Don't back down'... )

To know me is to love me, I've always said that, didn't I?

My text messaging is off the charts rights now... tonight!
"Give 'em hell, you bastard"
"Hit the Asshole switch"
" Be Gino!"
"thats Gino"
"Fuk'em"

I may be wrong.
I may be right.
I may win.
I may lose.

What  do I know...?
Right Now!...  
is that my popularity among The Brothers has never been higher than it is tonite.
With one grievance I have become a Rock Star.
USW can go to Hell.
I got this shit, and I don't need you.
So, Fuck Off!


Despite what some might be thinking, I have not abandoned blogging. I just need to find a way out of my funk and get the mojo back again.
I miss being in the conversation and will work my way back into it.
Just bear with me.... OK?