something to believe in

" If Your Not Ready to Die For Your Beliefs , Why do You Believe in Them "?

Friday, July 20, 2007

PLASTIC

Hello, PERIMETER PTERODACTYLS.
We pulled out of THE TORONTO area about noon,it was a great party,but me and LEO had miles to eat,he loved the sidecar,and stood looking around ,with that chin up in the air,always a man,a good man.
At Parry Sound,i stopped at McDonald's to eat, a lady in the parking lot said they were calling for a lot of rain,i said to LEO ,you hear that,rain LEO,HAVING A LARGE VOCABULARY,HE LOOKED UP,SQUINTING,AT THE SKY,still calm ,still a man, a good man.
My hosts at the party had given me a large sheet of plastic,maybe it was in foresight?
Still far from Sudbury,and dark,the sky opened up with ,what could only be described as a monsoon,it wasn;t raining it was solid water,that was engulfing the earth.
I turned the sidecars interior light on ,so i could see LEO,he was turned around laying under the dash dry as a bone,and grinning up at my soaked body,LEO had a very expressional face and it was easy to tell what he was thinking,oh,don;t get me wrong he was still intelligent enough to put on a poker face when needed.
I couldn;t see or drive much further ,and the only refuge in miles was a closed gas station,with no large eave to hide under,but it was too dangerous to continue so i pulled in,as soon as i shut down the bike,LEO leaped out and started running from door to door of that gas station,banging on them with his paw,he even went to an out building and knocked,i yelled out it;s closed LEO,and unraveled the plastic.Me and LEO huddled together,our body heat the only respite from the storm,he just sat there with his chin up,always the man,a good man,yet not more than fifty feet away there was a motor coach,with lights on and music playing,i thought that they would call us in from the storm eventually?
But they didn;t ,which left me bewildered at how they could just ignore two wet cold weary travellers.At first it saddened me for the lack of human kindness,but as i hid under the plastic,i felt being here with my best friend was much more comforting,than a cold rich mans motor home.
I couldn't;t wait any longer,the inactivity,and the storms refusal to let up,it made me try to make the run to SUDBURY.
After riding through the deluge further,the rain let up as i entered SUDBURY city limits.
I pulled up to the Canadian Tire gas station and went inside to change my clothes,LEO strutted right in with me,and i knew what he was going to do,he went behind the till with the young female attendant and lay ed down,when i returned from the washroom he was still there,and i knew he would wan;t to stay there,he gave me a ,go home and get the truck look,oh yea he rules,and he takes life on his terms ,always a man ,a good man,well i went behind there after trying to coax him,and led him back to the bike,and home.
I haven;t seen LEO IN ALMOST A YEAR,HE IS SENTENCED TO BE EXECUTED,FORE THE ONLY REASON OF WHAT THEY ASSUME HE IS .I LOVE YOU LEO,AND WILL NEVER GIVE UP ON YOU,YOU RULE,AND YOUR A BETTER MAN THAN YOUR ACCUSERS,MAY GOD SEE US THROUGH,that's him wearing the sun glasses in the picture,in this blog.DON;T GIVE UP ON HIM,I WAS THERE, HE AND HIS DAUGHTER ARE GOING TO DIE BECAUSE OF A SCRATCH,I DON'T LIE ,AND I'M TELLING YOU THEIR GETTING A RAW DEAL,FUELED BY HUMAN EGO AND VINDICATIONS,YOU BOTH WILL ALWAYS BE IN MY HEART,FRONZ/JULY/20/07

1 comment:

Dave said...

Nobody ever said that life was going to be fair but one thing's for sure there's no shortage of pain.
We are inhabitants of a cruel world where true justice is as rare as the virtue's beholden of the rogues who claim to be just; one day everyone will face their accusers.
Fronz...if there is an injustice here then Karma will determine the fate of the heartless souls mired in hubris who search for nothing more than an apportunity to impose misery upon the righteous because their cowardly position in life is meaningless.

Weild thy sword and back again so that the edge cuts deep.
Have no mercy for the evil for they are the serpent that slitheres into the den of the innocent.
Justice is for the Unjust, the Unclean and the Vipers; as for us, the innocent, persecution is relentless.
Do not grow weary my fellow soldier remember the last 300. True JUSTICE isn't just worth fighting for it's worth dying for.
WITH YOUR HEAD HELD HIGH,WEILD THY SWORD SO THAT IT CUTS DEEP.

The Great Sage.