<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710084387005966531</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:02:40.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth 101</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dominic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710084387005966531/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dominic-truth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15073109941671403799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710084387005966531.post-6795314502437625498</id><published>2008-05-26T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T07:53:06.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Here It's about Time</title><content type='html'>The people I know have been telling me that I needed to create a forum to exorcise all the little demons that lurk within me. (however I like to refer to them as my version of the truth). Now at first thought of a blog I looked at it as another form of self abuse and frankly my eye sight is bad enough but with further prodding from my fiends and the risk of going blind, I decided to pleasure myself with this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there's a few things that you should know about this blog before you get involved with it. First of all, seeing how I don't any connection with any particular group, clan, club, religion or race, ( I belong to the human race and that's as far as I'm willing to break it down. It makes dating easier), no one said group will be exempt from my truth. However, I will try to be as tastefully politically incorrect as possible. Having said that let me apologize now for offending everyone (and I will at one point or another, trust ME.) But in saying that I will not bite my fingers when trying to get my point across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this site is not just going to be me ranting about what is true to me, others can contribute to the site, but there are rules of engagement. First I will read the comments before they are seen on the site, after all, this is my world and you're just visiting. Second you just can't agree or disagree with me just because. (you're not my mom) To get printed you have to add something notable whether it's positive or negative. And last but not least you have to come with it. if you are going to play, play fair. You can say what you want to say but you have to able get it as good as you give it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please return you seat and tray to their upright position and fasten your seat belt, oh one more thing...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LET THE GAMES BEGIN !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8710084387005966531-6795314502437625498?l=dominic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dominic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/6795314502437625498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8710084387005966531&amp;postID=6795314502437625498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710084387005966531/posts/default/6795314502437625498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710084387005966531/posts/default/6795314502437625498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dominic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-here-its-about-time.html' title='I Here It&apos;s about Time'/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15073109941671403799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710084387005966531.post-4399389732403468280</id><published>2007-06-17T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T12:17:32.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Misunderstood Father's Day</title><content type='html'>As a father, I see how as a man we are so misunderstood. How many times have you bought or did something for your father on Father's Day and he would tell you, "You didn't have to do that." And maybe another time you may have not did anything for one reason or another and you could tell he was some what put off. Well I'm here to tell you that he's not sending mixed messages, it's actually the same message said different ways. Now stay with me on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up with a father when I became a father. What I mean is my dad wasn't around a lot when I was growing up, so most of my fathering skills for the most part was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;instinct&lt;/span&gt;. Me and my father has a relationship now but it's not as close as the relationship that I and my son have. But back to the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a father, I do what I have to do for my family to survive, nothing I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;consider&lt;/span&gt; to be super human or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;heroic&lt;/span&gt;, but on the other hand not to be taken for granted. So when a father says "you didn't have to do that," first of all he really means that because he feels a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; that you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;celebrating&lt;/span&gt; him for something he feels is nothing to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;celebrated&lt;/span&gt;. As a father he has only done what a father is suppose to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand when you don't acknowledge Father's Day or his birthday, then he thinks everything he has done as a father has been taken for granted, he feels used, unappreciated. So you say, "what to do?" It's easier than you think. All you need to do is get to know your father. Most guys I know like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;party's&lt;/span&gt; as long as the party is not for them. So if you are going to do something for him keep it low key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you buy him something, buy him something you know he likes, not something he needs. Look at it this way, if you need a new pair tennis shoes, do you wait until your birthday to buy them, NO! You go get a new pair of sneaks, and so do I. If your dad is into tools (like I am) get him a tool, it doesn't matter what it is. I have about nine hammers and I use them all. I some times I buy 2 or three of the same tool because I like it so much that I never want to be with out one until I die and they may quit making them. People who have my addiction have a saying. " THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS TOO MANY TOOLS !!!". If he is into clothes get him clothes, but not because he needs them. Look if he needs clothes don't wait for a special day to get him some clothes, get them when he needs them. That has been what he has been doing for you all your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one thing you should remember, a true father &lt;strong&gt;LOVES BEING A FATHER&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be wrong, but &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I DOUBT IT ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8710084387005966531-4399389732403468280?l=dominic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dominic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/4399389732403468280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8710084387005966531&amp;postID=4399389732403468280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710084387005966531/posts/default/4399389732403468280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710084387005966531/posts/default/4399389732403468280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dominic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/06/misunderstood-fathers-day.html' title='The Misunderstood Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15073109941671403799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710084387005966531.post-7551945064075947545</id><published>2007-05-28T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T15:22:38.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Not My Fault</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I was having a conversation with a very dear friend of mine and we talking about young person we both knew who has moved out on his own recently. Now at first he was doing very well however some thing happen that caused him some stress, but then some thing happen that got him back to right. Now you would think that would be a happy ending to a very short story. YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER !!! We are going to say that he hasn't been taking care of business as he should. Now, this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;article&lt;/span&gt; is not about him it's about the conversation about him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;discussion&lt;/span&gt; she made several attempts to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;convince&lt;/span&gt; me that there was some deep reason why he was behaving this way. He's depressed, he's not challenge at his job, it's this, it's that. I said to her, " You know it could be a disease that you haven't consider. We all have come down with it from time to time and its as common as a cold." After thinking about all the diseases that she knows about and buddy she knows &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of them she determined that I had stumped her. "What disease is that?" she said. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;replied&lt;/span&gt; with the deepest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sincerity&lt;/span&gt;, " Maybe he coming down with an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;acute&lt;/span&gt; case of the FUCK UPS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can here the shock and horror of this type of language, but get over it. It's not like you never heard this word before, or that you never thought of this word, let alone said it. So now that everyone has gotten over their puritanical moment, I will continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I have seen and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;experienced&lt;/span&gt; the disease many times in my life and you have too. My son, bless his soul, is the first and only child I know who has been suspended from day care. He has attended so many different schools in the area that he could be a tour guide for the local schools in the area. Right now he has to feel pretty cheap because everybody has had him. Nevertheless, We searched to see if there was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;somethin&lt;/span&gt; wrong with the boy. We had him tested ADD, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ADHD&lt;/span&gt;, we thought he may &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dyslexia&lt;/span&gt; or maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;autistic&lt;/span&gt;, (he's a hell of an artist) but the test all came back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;negative&lt;/span&gt;. Then, on my own I discovered another known cause for such &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;behavior&lt;/span&gt;, N.I.O.D. (No Interest Or Desire) which in turn cause a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;severe&lt;/span&gt; case of FUCKING UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have all witnessed different cases and variations of this disease for example, you're taking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;spark plugs&lt;/span&gt; out of your car and you keep dropping your wrench and you have to crawl under the car and get it. That's a mild case of the FUCK UPS ( its like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;hiccup's&lt;/span&gt; but holding your breath won't cure them.). Then there is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;contagious&lt;/span&gt; strain. Man comes home, catches his wife with another man, kills the man and gets the death penalty for murder. The husband FUCKED UP and the boyfriend GOT FUCKED UP. This strain can effect groups of people also if they have host that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;severely&lt;/span&gt; inflicted with the disease. We seen them in schools, at work and in our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;neighborhood&lt;/span&gt;. You have the host, the major FUCK UP, and his or her merry band of FUCK UPS. If you don't believe they exist, you need to look no further than the current white house &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;administration&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the guy who goes to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;casino&lt;/span&gt; and loses his car payment doesn't have a gambling problem, he just FUCKED UP. The guy who goes to the casino loses the car payment, borrows the money to pay the car note, goes back to the casino loses that, then sells the car and loses that and goes home expects his wife to understand. Now that is a man who needs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;professional&lt;/span&gt; help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I am saying is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; we do something that causes us or someone else discomfort or pain, or even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;incarceration&lt;/span&gt; doesn't mean that the reason is deep seated in some mental or physical short &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; you may have. Maybe, just maybe you just plain and simply FUCKED UP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be wrong..........&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUT I DOUBT IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8710084387005966531-7551945064075947545?l=dominic-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dominic-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/7551945064075947545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8710084387005966531&amp;postID=7551945064075947545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710084387005966531/posts/default/7551945064075947545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710084387005966531/posts/default/7551945064075947545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dominic-truth.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-not-my-fault.html' title='Its Not My Fault'/><author><name>Dominic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15073109941671403799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
