And the EWP Award goes to...

Kanye West

Let's give it up for him folks! He definately gets us started with a *BANG*... Pun intended.

For those of you that have missed it, Mr. West here is outta this world "proud to be black". Pride is one thing, but when you pull a public stunt that gets Beyonce Knowles goin', "What's this nigga doin'?" on camera, it's a whole other thing. Anyone see his most recent stunt on MTV's VMAs? The brotha stole the mic from a little ol' country white girl, Taylor Swift, during her thank you speech for Best Female Music Video, to let everyone know, "Beyonce had one of the greatest videos of all time!" I watched the youtube of it prolly ten times and still can't believe this fucker... Poor Taylor... Her ass just stood there in shock forever, like she had just seen her dog run the hell over. I remember him doing something similar to Michael Myers not too long ago... Someone should put a shock collar on this asshole, so everytime he gets near a microphone, *ZAP*. Some will say, "Then how will he record more music?" I gotta tell ya, my ears wouldn't give a damn...

So here you go Kanye, your award for being this week's Biggest Head with a Terrible $1000 Haircut

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If you haven't noticed, I have a serious problem with wanting to pipebomb certain people. So much so that several minions have asked if I've made one, or even used one. Well the answer is sadly no. Well that ends today, metaphorically of course.

Ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to present to you:

EyeReckn's Weekly Pipebomb Award!

As an avid follower of current events and news, I will hand pick one public figure or group to receive this honor each week. I will take any and all suggestions on who or what is deserving of this award from my followers. The winner will get not only the award, but a royal word thrashing for all to enjoy!

WooHoo!

Pipebomb Label

The question is:

If you were to label a pipebomb with a single thought or phrase for the "victim", what would it say?

"I hope this finds you busy with your life, or at least interrupts something terribly important. I would hate to think I went to all this trouble to simply blow your mind..." - Jed

"See you in Hell bitch!"- Cameron

"If you hold this to your ear, you can hear the good part" - Laney

"Bet you can't re-gift this" - Alan

"Warning - Contents may be HOT!" - Shannon

"Shit your pants - NOW!" - Becky

"This is me being a psycho bitch" - Mandy

"Warning - Bloating may occur" - Fletcher

"Pansy ass mommas boy" - Deitra

"You should've been a better person asshole" - Dean

"Shove this up your ass sideways" - CJ

"No need to thank me. This is a great gift for us both. It will put you outta our misery" - David

"If you hurry, you can get just far nuff away to bleed out slowly, rather than just the big boom" - Nate

"Boom" - Heather

"I'm really doing you a favor here" - Chris

"Could you mail this back when you are done?" - Kirk

"The ultimate painkiller" - Robin

"Just think, somewhere there will be a waterhead that goes, 'Look at the pretty lights" - Nick

"Running will just have you die tired" - Clint

"We drew straws for who got this, remember?" - Ben

"I won't expect this back, just like the rest of my shit you have" - Kim

"Start clickin' your heels. There's no place like home" - Hanna

"There's no beer in Hell" - Brad

"Muah! Kiss your ass goodbye... Sincerely, Erica" - Erica

"Told you I'd show you crazy muthafucka" - Crystal

T-shirts ordered!

It took longer than I had expected, but I've got the order together and submitted. I should have them in my hands sometime next week.

Thanks to everyone that ordered a shirt. Those that were interested, but we couldn't get together for one reason or another, sorry I'm not in a position to spot anyone. If you missed out this round, I can order more anytime so long as we have 12 to an order.

The bitter end: #2 Guilty dog syndrome

I've walked in and out of my office and lab, thru the clinic and to the front a number of times today. You can see in the faces of the general staff that they know something is wrong, but don't really know what. I've only crossed paths with one partner today and you could smell the fear and taste the tention in the clinic. The other two must be avoiding me like the black dead, cuz normally I would catch them in passing many times throughout the day. Can't say I blame the one. He is the one that when things started changing and power shifted, made a point to come tell me "how much he and the others wanted me to stay", and "how appreciated I was around the office". I feel like he was honest in those thoughts then, but was then railroaded by the other two into this ultimately ugly end to our relationship. Even in the meeting last week, when they announced their decision, he wouldn't look at me. Does that make him better or worse than the rest? Only time will tell, but for now, they can all continue to look away as I pass. There is a sick and twisted feeling of justice and self worth that runs up my spine to see the guilty dogs cowering into whatever paperwork or conversation they can find to hide their eyes from mine.

The bitter end: #1 Let the games begin

Some know, most don't, but my medical practice was officially terminated last Friday. My clinic has been under new ownership for about the last month, and the new partners have decided their best business move was to no longer continue to provide in house pedorthic treatment. "Nothing personal", they told me, as I was handed my contract release papers.

Feels personal. Feels like I was viewed as part of the old guard around here, and in that, some kind of threat to their new found riches. I feel as if I could never trust anyone that my only ties are business relations. I see more clearly the rational of those people who, in times past, have walked thru the offices of their would be betrayers with automatic weapons, as if that somehow levels the injustice they've recently been served. That's not my style or form of justice though. No, I'd much rather uphold my end of the deal by taking care of my patients and their needs until the closure date, Oct 9th. From that date, I will have fulfilled my end of my contract.

Later, when these corporate scumbags try to stiff this seemingly simple country boy they don't respect, I will have my justice served at the end of a courtroom gavel. I fully expect these people to try to wiggle out of any and all moneys due to me, and I am already preparing for such. I will have my proverbial pipebombs at the ready, to strategically place up each of their arrogant asses.

Stay tuned for more, as I'm sure this isn't the end, just the beginning of it...

POV #2: Get outta my bubble!

Anyone else have that person at work, in your extended family, or down the friend line that feels they must invade your space, inorder for you to pay attention...? I find it's always the one person you'd just assume not converse with anyway...

The one that hasn't had a decent bath since he fell in the creek bed back in Nam.

The hillbilly deluxe with yellow teeth that you can't stop staring at the tabacco chunk spackling.

The creepy little short woman that you can't help but picture her turning orange, and bobbing up and down while singing, "oompa, loompa, do-pu-di-do"...

The overly animated crack junkie that if she makes one more judo chop motion toward you, you're gonna see if her skinny ass fits in the paper shredder!

The two drunk buddies that get ya, one on each shoulder, and begin to talk, not to you, but thru you to the other one...