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stories of what helped make me

Taco Pie, 2 Primal Forces in the Universe Coming Together

Because there are few instances where 2 great things come together, and this is one of them. I recommend crushed tortilla chips, or tamale crust, like a cornmeal for the crust, but the whole thing is just awesome. I like tacos, and tamales, and I LOVE pie, so this is a no-brainer.

Here is for all the new FANS. Our most popular recipe! TACO PIE! Yum!

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TACO PIE
Ingredients:
1/4 cup butter
2/3 cup milk
1 package Taco Bell seasoning mix
2 1/2 cups mashed potato flakes (you could also use left over mashed potatoes and omit the butter and milk)
1 pound ground beef
1/2 cup chopped onion
1/2 cup salsa
1 cup shredded lettuce
1 medium tomato, chopped
1 cup sharp cheddar cheese, shredded
Sour cream, optional

Directions
1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees. In a medium sauce pan, melt butter. Add milk and 2 tablespoon taco seasoning. Remove from heat and add potato flakes until incorporated. Press mixture into the bottom of a 10-inch pan.
2. Bake for 7-10 minutes until it just BARELY turns golden brown.
3. In a medium skillet, cook beef and onions until beef is browned and cooked through. Drain. Add Salsa and remaining taco seasoning. Cook until bubbly.
4. Pour into crust. Bake for 15 minutes, or until crust is golden brown.
5. Let cool for 5 minutes. Top with cheese, lettuce, and tomatoes. Cut and serve with sour cream.

The Gun Control Debacle, A.K.A When Dealing in Deadly Force Pays

The Gun Control Debacle, A.K.A When Dealing in Deadly Force Pays.

Commentary on the Gun bill before Congress. Also titled: When fear is the Best Way to Make Money

Your Smile

Your Smile
It breeds one of my own when I see yours
Not one of false happiness, or joy
A lack of it both Nature, and me, abhor
I try to forget, to get by without
Futility defined, missing what I adore
What can I do? What talents to employ?
My psyche’s addiction, I crave more
An automatic weapon, it carries clout
To any benevolent Deity I will implore
Please, to me, bestow one glimpse to my vision
The sunshine I need, but lost for awhile
Seeing the little things that tell when it’s real
The shine in your eyes, the natural style
Sacrifice myself, your happiness my intention
It is the reason, I abandon all denial
All mushy inside, I can’t pretend not to feel
I live for me, but I yearn to be, why you
Smile

Quote, for a change

“If people never did silly things, nothing intelligent would ever get done.”
– Ludwig Wittgenstein

Bullet Control, not Gun Control

Bullet Control, not Gun Control.

Judicious marksmanship, as well as proper regulation is possible

A Whorish Man, an Honorable Stripper

A Whorish Man, an Honorable Stripper.

a historical account, some details, and names, have been changed to protect the guilty. Society blames the women, and often, it is the man’s fault.

Sanitation for the Developing World

Sanitation for the Developing World.

My take on this subject, I hope others take heed. Perhaps i will try to submit this to someplace like the Bill&Melinda gates Foundation… something needs to be done

My Heart Bleeds Tears

When I was young, I would cry when faced with my fears
it was the only way I knew to express the pain
sad, hurt, or frightened, it all felt the same
to deal with it, to show my hurt, my eyes would bleed tears

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then I was teen aged, and very few things in life were clear
don’t show your feelings, you’ll get beat, it means you’re weak
you’ll get taken advantage of, with your penis you must speak
Then I learned how to keep bruises from making me bleed tears

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I grew up a bit, and thought courage meant Fighting my fears
I learned to be afraid, not of pain, but of the love inside I felt
unsure, uncertain, loving someone I didn’t know, it was hell
every night I knew, it was my heart, not my eyes, that bled tears

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Betrayal was next, all that claims to be good, and true, is not what it appears
false friends, fake tests, their fears, “do something young man!”
truth withheld, divided I fell, on claims of honor they tried to stand
despite the flaws, and the cause, duty upheld, now my eyes bleed dry tears

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I lost myself, for someone else, now a worldly mind, and passage of years
Corruption, suffering, and inequality punctuate the societies of our life
emotions are strength, a blessing, and what gets us through all the strife
I can feel so I live, my crooked smile I give, while my heart bleeds its tears

The Dance of the Iris

The Dance of the Iris.

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