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Dec. 8, 2005 First of all I’d like to thank all my friends, and associates: in the Andes, Huancayo, as well as Lima: all of Peru, Colombia, Spain, Columbus - Ohio, Oregon, Minnesota and other states in US (and perhaps Central America, Honduras, for I was there in July) for their votes: these were the most recent places I traveled in 2005. And to the few folks on the UK that might have voted for me— or perhaps the many (I guess I don’t know). I got some email back from folks in the Andes of Peru (two such letters), both said: “I liked that article by Bonijean Isaacs, and that your books were like ‘Pumpkin Soup for the soul,’ ” meaning I think the two books of poetry in English and Spanish on Peru. And I have to agree with the lady who wrote me; Mr. Isaacs is a fine writer (and I may have to use that term in the future for a poem); as is, Ken Hughes who wrote me; Mr. Stelly and Stan Grimes. And I always enjoy Michael John McCrae’s insight, and Craig Chamberlain’s; and there of course are more fine columnists but these are the ones that come to mind, at the moment. Now for a little cynical soup for the boys with the gobbledygook: (Alias: Tom Pain) I don’t want to give Ron Lewis too much of my time, woops, did I say Ron Lewis, can’t figure out why, must be Tommy boy sounds like Lewis for some reason, you know, a Keyes follower (Thomas Keyes who wrote his little envious article, and sent it to me in email form for me to read: as childish as things can get, that I would never have thought of; are we dealing here with kids or mental ill adults?). And if anyone has done a miracle it must by our Alias, for he came back from the dead: resurrection: Tom Pain, or is it reincarnation goofball Lewis (?) from a previous goofball to a bigger one. Anyhow, let me make this short and sweet, loser: along life’s path there is what is called ‘the engine of destruction,’ it stems from the ways of a man and how he acts (this may or may not apply to you: the man part that is). You are the light that never shines; rather, a spot on the dark side of the moon: nothing more than that (let me add: you’ve had nasty comments about everybody and everything; you got nothing nice to say, that is sad). You actually remind me of a spoiled kid, whose grandmother had to slap him out of bed, and chase him to the toilet, because of crap in his pants he couldn’t smell—. My advice to you long ago was, and to Mr. Keyes, recently is: to go get some fresh air, preferably in the mountains (since Keyes lives in South America ((I think)) it can be easy: he took my advise but went in the opposite direction); that Amazonian air can boil your brain. For you Ron or Pain or whatever you call yourself, get a life, or take a cold shower and get it out of your system: you’re stale meat, and the only thing normal folks want to do is spit you out. And I doubt anyone will run to tell you why they voted for me (as you demanded): it would not be worth their time; and whoever did vote for me has got a lot more class than you. Mr. Hughes mentioned in a recent article about people picking out spelling errors: what is behind this. It is a control issue, not a substance issue. When a person cannot control you, they resort to other measures, such as picking out what will bother you, trying to put you down, and themselves up (and to lower your score on Amazon.com by putting crap on the review; as I’m sure Ron knows all about this as does Keyes) and trying to make themselves look good to themselves; there is a self-esteem issue here I’m afraid: these kinds of folks don’t like a two-way street. They want their rights, but no responsibilities. They don’t even know what they are mad at; but it is easier to point fingers than to correct their melancholic behavior. And the sad thing is, because the Internet is easy to talk on, or even display ones ugly side without much repercussion, one does things, says things they never would if the man was standing in front of them: in a way, it is a cowards line of attack. All in all, being selected as “Columnist of the Year,” is a nice Christmas gift; and to those with happy hearts, thanks. ------------ About the author: Mr. Siluk is a world traveler, a lover of the mysteries around the world, and has visit many World Heritage Sites, his most recent being Easter Island, the Galapagos and Mesa Verde. His books can be seen on/at Barns and Noble.com, Amazon.com, Wal-Mart, Abe.com Alibis, Boarders and several other sites and book stores. Many of his books can be purchased through the English Bookdealers. He spends his time between Lima, Peru and St. Paul, Minnesota, and has just finished working on two new books: "The Macabre Poems,” and “Perhaps it’s Love,” and continues to work on "Curse of the Abyss Worm,” a suspenseful mystery, and “Cold Kindness,” a tragic love affair. Visit http://dennissiluk.tripod.com Email: dlsiluk@msn.com Tell a friend about this site! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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