Who is Blotman?

Launch Date 03/31/12

I am an American, born and raised.

Tears of joy can be from how far we've come in this world, but only to turn into tears of sadness from what is really known -- how far we've yet to go!

Our paths cross again and again. Our paths crossing in this life is a maze of wonder; it can never be fully understood. The path of one person can help or hinder others. We have thousands of examples where heroes, from the trenches, rise to heed a call. A hero, among our paths crossing, is rarely given attention. I am happy, at the least for this moment, for our paths crossing and you are here with me on the journey.

I hope that your path leads you to find truth and gives you the strength, determination and wisdom to be a hero where few exist—that is, one person can make a difference when combined with the heart of others for the welfare of all.

Determination for living a fantasy life or seeking notoriety and fame is better left for actors, to whom entertains us in the proper format.

As Bruce Lee would recommend, “live an ordinary life”. This is not without being prepared to fight for the right reason.

Our paths crossing may hold greater meaning as we overcome the corruption and greed of this world. I do not want to be entertained by our government, I want to be represented and heard!

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I fell on top of her sobbing when the heart monitor made the echoing flatline sound, which never leaves my mind. Her life was gone. She was so young...Now what?

I was a buck twenty to his 240. I easily fell after the final blow struck the side of my head. I left the next day. I was 16...

My wife's uncle held his machete trying to stop me; I was after the dog that pierced my 5 year old daughter's face on both sides of her mouth. (picture above/just before)

I have my own haunting secrets of working with the government for years, but I never saw this coming! My oldest brother told me about his decision to have a sex change. Everything he said to me wasn't just about him; it was about our family and how it changed us all. I always thought of my brother as a hardheaded asshole but to see him as a woman just floored me! He is still my sister.

It was no dream. I died when I was five, for a moment. We were rushing to the hospital with blood covering my face, my dad's thumb pressed inside the flesh of my forehead trying to stop the gushing resulting from the blow of my older brother's baseball bat. It was an accident, I think, when I tossed the ball up in front of me and he swung the bat trying to hit the ball. The homerun-hitter almost took my head off.

Just a few excerpts from my eBook about my life.

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