My diapers are bloody

Commonly heard phrases and their translations.

"I don't have sex. I make love." = I'm a fucking slut, you can probably smell my cunt from across the room"
"I'm a spiritual person" = "I'm a fucking idiot".
"Hitler had some Jewish blood in him." = I secretly hate Jews and and yearn to have a job like Rudolf Hoess'.
"It's natural." = I'm a shithead who will go to any length to justify my selfishness.
"I'm a Christian." = I molest children.

Well, it looks like my diapers may get bloodier, what with my seemingly impending unemployment and all.
It's a total crap shoot. No one has much of a clue as to whether my team will be retained past mid September.
Oh well, I guess it just means more time to play poker online.

It looks like Skippy's dead. He killed himself and then revived himself as "Sandwich Guy". His blog had a good run.
It was fun while it lasted, although I could have done without all the "I watch CNN when I masturbate" stuff.
Maybe he'll be happier as Sandwich Guy, who knows? But is that really the point; to be happier?
I loath people whose primary concern is their own comfort. Maybe that's why I hate capitalists.
That was the thing one could respect about Skippy; the only thing that came close to comfort for him was when he had his
penis in one hand and his favourite picture of Herb Grey in the other. But those days are gone. Now it's just Sandwich Guy hold the tomatoes,
extra mayo. But what can you do? Welcome to Ernie Eves' Ontario. I guess I now know how Rudolf Hoess felt.

Anyways, I gotta go. I got a sandwich to eat.

I haven't been posting much because not much is happening.
Same crap as always. Working, studying, playing as much online poker as I can.
Sometimes it's hard to get 5 hours of poker in a day, but most days I manage at least 3.

I've been following the SCO case, (if you don't know about it then you really should WAKE THE FUCK UP and take a look at what's going on in the world).
Their case thus far is pathetic. It's hard to believe that they think they have anything to gain by going up against IBM.
I see the whole thing as stall tactics, (instigated by Microsoft), to delay the acceptance of Linux and other "free" open source tools into the marketplace.
If this is the best they can do then they need to find a new room full of monkeys to run the show.
I can't wait to see IBM crush them.

3 more weeks until my fate is decided at work. I figure with what they'll buy my contract out for I should be able to pay myself for 5 more months.
That should be enough time to find a new job. It would really be sad to leave though. Not only have we gotten our development process almost
perfected, but I doubt I'll ever make this much money again.

Something that has been entertaining me to no end lately has been the psycho drama unfolding over at Skippy's blog.
Skippy's going on about how he's going to kill himself again and all his net-girlies are getting all upset, or so it appears.
They don't know Skippy like I do. Talking about suicide is his way of say "Here I am world! Don't judge me! LOVE ME!".
It's a whole GG Allen of the mind thing. It's just his way of shoving a banana up his ass.
If you want my opinion, and I'm sure you don't, what Skippy should do is spend less time jerking off and more time reading his fucking bible.

Fuck you SCO.
Your lawsuit if a goddamn joke.
You didn't even bother to provide compilable code as evidence.

Burn in hell you shit fucking Microcrap lackies.

As I'm sure you all know there was a big-ass blackout on Thursday. I was at work when everything went out.
We were without power from about 4:10 pm Thursday until about 8:15 am Friday.
I had the pleasure of driving around on Friday evening. A co-worker of wife who lives outside the city came to our home as the
transportation system had fallen apart.

Later we found out that some trains were running, so I drove her to a station not far from my home.
It was unbelievable. People were actually out riding around the roads on their bikes, dressed all in black.
I don't know if you've ever been in a large city during a total back out at night, but I don't think it takes a rocket scientist to figure out
that DRIVERS CAN'T SEE FUCKING MUCH under those circumstances.
But better than the bike riders were the people jay walking with their children in tow. Not that's really fucking smart.
What I'd like to know is, where exactly are these fucking idiots going?

Once the power was restored I of course turned on the news. It's been quite entertaining watching the functionally retarded that pass for leaders
trying to spread the blame around for the black out. The fucking mayor of New York blaming Canada. What a moron. Everybody else in the world is
on TV going on about how they don't have clue fucking one as to what happened, and there's Bloomberg announcing that there is no doubt that
the problem came from Canada.

By now I've heard about half a dozen reports as to what may have cause the problem. What's really distressing about this whole thing is that the
"experts" don't know what happened, (or if they do know, they're not telling the public). What kinda shitty system do they have? 50 million people lose
power and they don't know why? Do they know why 50 million people were receiving power before this happened? Did the power failure cut their
communications to the room full of monkeys running the fucking power supply?

The most pathetic moment of the whole thing was listening to our wonderful mayor on the radio going on about how he didn't realize how important
electricity was. It's tough to determine which planet this idiot is living on; planet moron, or planet nutball.

Anyways, now "they" are tell us that there may be "rolling blackouts". I'm really not sure what a "rolling backout" is, as opposed to say a stationary
blackout, but if it means that I'm without power then somebody's getting a bloody diaper in the mail.

Hey there.
Well, like I posted before I've been spending a lot of time playing poker online. What time I have left over I spend at work, sleeping, or with MrsBloodyDiapers.
So, I haven't had much time to post here.

My suggestion to all of you is that you should start playing poker online as soon as possible.
Gambling is the greatest thing a person can do, but only if they do it well.

Further information about poker can be found here, as well as some good books.

Otherwise there isn't much going on in the BloodyDiaper world.
I may be out of work in September. They will be making a decision in the first two weeks that will determine whether the project that I've
been working on will continue. If it doesn't I'm outta work which would suck because I need my job to make money to buy stuff I need.
But on the plus side, if I were out of work, I'd have lots of time to post here and play poker online.

Dear Readers,

I am sorry I have not posted more here lately. I have been spending quite a bit of time playing poker on the internet.

There have been a lot of lies spread around over the years concerning myself , but recently I was libelled in a way I just couldn't believe.
You think you know someone. You think you know them well, and can trust them to tell the truth about you when you aren't present.
And you know that this is foolish. You know that people will do what they want and repent later. But nonetheless you are surprised when they
stab you in the back.

What I'm talking about is document that was published recently on the internet concerning a band I was once a part of.
The document can be found here. It is the product of a degenerate, defiled mind, polluted with
loathsome, vile lies.

Go ahead and read it. My response is below.

Well, if you've shut your fucking pie hole for 10 minutes and done what I told you, you've read that disgusting document mentioned above.
Lets go through the lies.

First of all the document itself is a lie. It pretends to be a history of Biff Hitler and The Violent Mood Swingers. But it isn't. It lies all over the place by
omission. What our friend Skippy didn't tell you about were his naked drunken rages. The 9 days during recording when he disappeared to semi-seclusion in
northern Quebec, holed up with two midgets that he was paying to deficate into his mouth.
He doesn't tell you about finding Fairney in a closet where he was stroking his shit smeared penis while looking at a family portrait.
He doesn't tell you that before the first record was released there were 6 law suits filed by the band members against eachother.
He doesn't tell you about the 4 months Fairney spent in jail for going nuts in that sperm bank.
He doesn't tell you about how many times he tried to kill me.

But he does tell you things. Many things. And most of them are lies.

First of all, it was suppose to be a rap band. We were going to make gangster rap. The whole motivation behind the band was to generate money
so that we could buy bullets and send them to the IDF. But somehow that noble idea was lost. I blame everyone but myself.

Skippy claims that I said that I had never written a song before. This is untrue. I had written many songs. I had worked on a concept album about feltching
with Roger Waters for 4 years before the Biff Hitler project.

He then writes "Lenin and I have a relationship based on exploiting the comedic possibilities of the darkest subjects". Nothing could be further from the truth.
Our relationship is based on aquiring bullets for the IDF and the Law as it is laid out in the Mishnah. Nothing more.

Skippy claims that he doesn't write songs about himself. This is a lie. All the songs he writes are about himself. Especially that song about the hooker that got
dysentery. That was true story.

"Lenin decided to write about sexual assault". This is either one of the greatest lies ever told about me, or a complete misunderstanding of my work.
My songs are not about sexual assault. They are love songs. Each and every one of them.

Our dear narrator doesn't bother to mention that for his song "I May be Getting Sick", it was my idea to sing it with a fake British accent, thus making the song
a true work of art. Also the song “Three State Killing Spree� was my idea. He stole it from me.

"Lenin was a little slower in getting his songs together". What the fuck? It's not quantity that counts. I was writing songs that changed peoples lives.
Do you know how many young girls cried over my songs? He depicts me here as some sort of lout who can't get off his ass to write the greatest songs
ever written by a human. We excuuuuuuuuuuuse me.

"Lenin approached his friend Fairney about the music". I didn't "approach" Fairney. I told Fairney he was going to do, or I'd slit his fucking throat.
I don't "approach" people. I'm not some fag lawyer.

"It was to be a three-way partnership" Total bullshit. I was most of the band. It was 60% me, 30% Skippy, and well, we almost replaced Fairney with a
chicken.

"Lenin still owed us his last song. So we waited. And waited." I didn't own them anything. I had lots of songs and gave them what I wanted to. And what's with
this "waiting" crap? Fairney was too busy sucking his mother's cock to know or care how long it took me to write a song. Skippy was too busy sucking Fairney's
mother's cock to know or care how long it took me to write a song.

The whole Rape Tired thing didn't happen like Skippy described at all. First of all the song should have only been that one verse. It was a perfect verse and
anything you surrounded it with would just pale in comparison. Second of all, if you did have to include another verse, the one I wrote would have been the
only one that could have been used. But the song got fucked while I was out of town. I guess that's what you get for working with Goys.

"We finally decided on a band name; Biff Hitler and the Violent Mood Swingers. I liked the idea of using der Fuher’s name in a rock band." No we didn't. I never wanted
to call that band that. I wanted to call it something classy, like "The Fag Killers". And the first album I wanted to call "Jeffery Dalmer was right".
What Skippy doesn't tell you is that Fairney and I were pissed that he didn't tell us that he stole Biff Hitler from Kieth Richards. Great, another law suit.

Well, that's about all I can write for now. I'm too filled with murdurous rage to continue.
If you want to know what the real story is with Biff Hitler, wait for my tell all book, "How To Eat Shit Out Of A Midget's Ass: The Biff Hitler Story".

MrBloodyDiapers