. Never fear the tyrant, the bully, the thug, or the serial killer. Never fear the Narcissist or the Sadist For all of these, are at heart, simple creatures. They only want to be feared, and respected, to have power, fame, and wealth. They are just evil humans. Instead, be terrified of the one who is willing to make the hard decisions that no one else is willing to. - including self-sacrifice of reputation, health, life, and honour, without any acknowledgement of their deeds. The ones that cannot be threatened or bribed or negotiated with The ones that care nothing for glory or medals or fame. The one willing to selflessly lose all friends and family and be seen as vile beyond compare, to protect the right secrets. Fear the ones that do not value their own good name! Be truly afraid of the good person who will at the cost of everything, Will always, "Do what is necessary”! "For the greater good" “At any and at all costs” Because THESE ar

. I fully accept that I may never achieve ever being a "good person" BUT! If I try really, Really, REALLY hard, With a bit of luck, Maybe... ... I can somehow manage not to be a "bad" one! .

. Song Lyrics: “My Love” By Ross E F Lombardi . It’s a cold Wet Morning I’m no longer with you. It’s a cold Wet Morning, My Love. The Sun May be Shining. And the Ice Cream Melting It’s Still a Cold Wet Morning, My Love. . It’s a Hard Lonely Time You’re No Longer with me It’s a Hard Lonely Time, My Love. The Night May Seem Fine, My Feet May Be Dancing, It’s Still a Hard Lonely Pain, My Love. . And though we don’t belong together, And can never be together, I’m Still Going to Miss You, My Love. - I'll never again - Kiss You Never again - Hold you. I’ll Still Forever Miss You, My Love. . The Smile I Make is Fake I’m Just trying to be brave. This Smile I Make I Fake, My Love. And though I laugh and joke, It’s just an act. Inside I’m In tears, My Love. . It’s a Cold Grey Dawn It’s a Dull Grey Morning. It’s a Cold Gey Morning, My Love. And It may be Mid-Day And I might seem ok, It’s Still a cold grey day, My Love . And though We Can Never Be Together And Don’t Belong Together, I am still

! DAM! There is hard-hitting satire... ...and Then! There is,  HARD AS FUCK HITTING SATIRE! This sketch - Is That second one!  !

 ! "No man wants a woman who..." WTF! "No man"??  HA!  - Like anyone can be a spokesperson for their entire gender!  - That is like saying "No Man likes Butter and Marmite on Whole Wheat Sourdough Bread"  - Or -  "No man likes the colour yellow on a Sunday if the mood is in Sagittarius." - Or -  "No Woman likes Star Wars and Star Trek unless she is a gold star lesbian"  - Such statements are silly nonsense made by silly nonsense people!  - There are documented cases of people falling in romantic love with a concrete paving slab!  - Don't try and tell me that everyone of any gender only likes all the same things in any category!  That is simply not how humans work!  AT ALL!  Even a little bit!  LOL! !

. THIS IS WHY SOCIAL SITUATIONS ARE STRESSFUL! . At a 'Friendly ' polite dinner party, The person sitting opposite, and smiling is probably trying to dismantle your 15 years of built-up career Or Your 20-year marriage behind your back. . - At least when someone is trying to punch or stab you - You KNOW that THEY are telling the truth! . - This is why social situations are hellish and stressful And Violent situations are like 'coming home '! . .

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. Just a thought (From a purely hypothetical fiction writers' perspective - not a real agenda) With all this "Anti-invasive species" dialogue Has it occurred to anyone yet the most destructive and evasive species, of all? The Worst species by far, without exception? The cause of all of nature's problems? The one Species that should be permanently and forever removed from all native environments and natural habitats everywhere? … Is the Homo-Sapiens Species! .

. Personal Smelly Bog Log : 5th Jan 2024 . I became a bit reclusive after the Southfield Pub Middlesbrough told me to leave. This happened before Christmas when I was hoping to do some spoken word stuff at an open mic night. Apparently, Some female member of staff (no idea who) said I "made them uncomfortable" at the last place she worked. That deeply upset me because it paints me as someone I am not. That is Not the sort of person I am. - So, it is either a case of mistaken identity or an act of spite. . So that made me spiral and lose social confidence. . It is pretty much the worst thing/insult you can say to me. . The worst part is that I spent a good few days filled with self-doubt - because that type of person needs to be "executed" and not tolerated to exist. . I find "proportional responses" to men like that, a struggle to maintain. And I am harder on myself than anyone else. So, If “I” = “Being like that”. The math result is not hard. In short, T

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. THE 2024 NEW YEAR REVOLUTION OF ROSS E F LOMBARDI! : The subjugation of the entire human race to my ruthless mighty will, Turning the world into a cesspit of my most debased and vile desires. Where each petty mere human life becomes my plaything to do with what I please on a gleeful whim! . Oops! I am reading a random House Cat's New Year's resolution by mistake. . Here's mine. Somehow get my first initial genuine romantic-based conversation-only coffee date with a woman I am attracted to, who also likes me. (even if it does not lead to a second date) .

 

! DEAR, ALL DIME STORE GURUS! STOP TELLING PEOPLE WHO THEY SHOULD BE! STOP TELLING PEOPLE WHY THEY ARE WRONG FOR BEING THEMSELVES! STOP SAYING THAT THEY "SHOULD ASPIRE TO BE LIKE YOU!" STOP DRESSING UP YOUR TRITE INANE CRAP AS "WISDOM" - "JUST TRYING TO HELP" AND AS "GUIDANCE". WHEN IT IS SO OBVIOUS THAT ALL YOU ARE REALLY DOING INSTEAD IS "BEING A SLAVE TO YOUR OWN EGO" - "JUDGEMENTAL" AND/OR "TRYING TO USE THE OTHERS UNHAPPINESS AS A SALES OPPORTUNITY" IF YOU WERE SO GREAT!? THEN WHY DO YOU NEED TO CONSTANTLY POINT IT OUT AND BOTHER OTHER PEOPLE? IN SHORT DIME STORE GURRU! TAKE YOUR EGO AND OPTIONS ABOUT TOTAL STRANGERS AND - FUCK OFF WITH THAT SHIT! ! !

. I Hate being single. I loathe being single. I want to belong to someone. Being single makes me feel incomplete. Being single makes me feel like I am only half a person. It makes me feel like an “Invalid Human Being”. I DO NOT just want “companionship”. I DO NOT just want lust and/or a one-night stand. I WANT to be in love. And to be loved. I want to feel giddy. I want to feel! I want to be foolish. I need to “be”, Again! I want the ecstatic madness of it all. I want to smile whenever I think of “Her”. I want us not to be able to keep our hands off each other, - - but ONLY because the romance and dedication to each other are both there! I will NOT compromise these wishes for convenience or comfort. It has to be Real or Nothing! IT MUST BE LOVE! OR I Insist on staying forever lonely and unhappy instead. . . . Full disclosure – this is written by. an unattractive heterosexual 50-year-old broke bloke in 2023. . . PS . . Dear, all those who love being single, (I am hearing this a lot lat

        “Jar Of Jam” By Ross E F Lombardi . A jar of strawberry jam is still jam. No matter what fake label they slap on. They can label it as mustard. They can label it as custard. But it will never be that fake label they stick on. . They can claim it contains the sun. They can say it contains the moon. They can insist it contains all of bitter winter. They can preach it contains all of lovely June. . They can say that I am good. But just as a jar of jam. They can say both me and the jam are both evil, They would still all be wrong. They cannot tell me who I am! . They can call a jar of jam a bike. They can all call a jar of jam a car. They can call a jar of jam whatever they like. But no one can define who you are. . Anyone can call themselves a “Street Hero!” Everyone else can call Anyone a “Jam jar full of poo!” . People can all lie, - All they want. But who you really are? Really? Are all the things you do sight unse

. Apart for two brief hours or less when the kids pop by in the morning This will be my second ever Christmas alone In some ways, it will be worse than my first-ever Christmas alone, last year. Because, unlike last year. This year, This time, I KNOW how much THIS will totally suck! And THIS crap IS My life now (or what is left of it!) . I better start learning how to suck it up and not complain about loneliness, like some wuss crybaby! As the kids grow and get their own lives, (as they should) It is only going to get steadily worse from here! So, I better start growing some much bigger emotional muscles and balls! Toughen up a lot more to carry this shit weight! Because! THIS Crap, As Sure a lukewarm hell, isn't gonna get any Dam lighter! !