Sunday, November 28, 2004
Warning: lyrical post ahead.
Well, well, it's been a crazy week. Time for a recap!
First of all, it was great to be home again. Great food, great friends, and my own set of wheels . . . what more could I ever need? More time.
The first social event I enjoyed was the MASSIVE gathering at ye olde Thirsty Mind. Seriously, did a memo go around for EVERYONE to meet there? It was insane. Oddly, the evening felt very empty. I think the nature of the "meet and greet" was too impersonal, when I was looking for something a little more intimate with my long-missed friends. Not to worry, though. Those times came.
My Dad swiped a digital projector from work and a large screen, so it was movie night! Night of the Living Dead, Megaman, Hellsing, Batman, oh my! It was a really great time. Here's some great lines:
"I hate Megaman. He ruins everything." -Dr. Wily
"This is giving me such a hard on!" -Jan
"I'll fuck her, kill her, and then fuck her dead body one more time!" -Jan
("That guy's awesome!" -Rich)
"Why don't you go and lick Satan's ass? Incognito!" -Arucard
"I will beat you brutally." -Adam West
"I will kill you, and rend you limb from limb." -Adam West
"There comes a time in the life of every crime fighter . . . it means nothing, slap
on the bat-cuffs." -Adam West
"Some days you just can't get rid of a bomb." Adam West
I love Adam West. He is a god among men.
Anyway, I also went to dinner with some special people on Saturday, at Goten in . . . (mumble, mumble). It was a lot of fun! And it served as a prelude to another massive gathering at the Mind, one that felt much less empty than the first one. Rich also proved himself MORE thoughtful than ever by giving me a mixed CD. And I'm on the cover, dressed as a PIRATE! How awesome is that?
Anyway, I think it's the coolest thing in the world. The CD hasn't got a single song I don't like. Some are songs that have come up in conversation, some are eerily descriptive of myself, one seems to be about Sturman, and all are awesome. There's a song by the great Brendan Smith, for Christ's sake. I'd say how much I like his music, but I wouldn't want to feed his ego. =D
My favorite song on the CD is "Roland, the Headless Thompson Gunner." Here's the lyrics:
"Roland was a warrior from the Land of the Midnight Sun
With a Thompson gun for hire, fighting to be done.
The deal was made in Denmark on a dark and stormy day,
So he set out for Biafra to join the bloody fray.
Through sixty-six and seven they fought the Congo war,
Fingers on their triggers, knee-deep in gore.
For days and nights they battled the Bantu to their knees.
They killed to earn their living and to help out the Congolese
Roland the Thompson gunner...
His comrades fought beside him - Van Owen and the rest
But of all the Thompson gunners Roland was the best.
So the CIA decided they wanted Roland dead.
That son-of-a-bitch Van Owen blew off Roland's head.
Roland the headless Thompson gunner (Time, time, time
For another peaceful war.
Norway's bravest son But time stands still for Roland
'Til he evens up the score)
They can still see his headless body stalking through the night
In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun
In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun
Roland searched the continent for the man who'd done him in.
He found him in Mombassa in a barroom drinking gin.
Roland aimed his Thompson gun - he didn't say a word,
But he blew Van Owen's body from there to Johannesburg
Roland the headless Thompson gunner...
The eternal Thompson gunner, still wandering through the night
Now it's ten years later but he still keeps up the fight.
In Ireland, in Lebanon, in Palestine and Berkeley
Patty Hearst heard the burst of Roland's Thompson gun
And bought it."
I really like songs like that, like "The Devil Went Down to Georgia," or other songs that seem to tell a folk story. This one especially appeals to me, for having two great themes: determination and vengence. I love a story about a person refusing to give up . . . a person defying death itself is all the more intriguing. War heroes seeking justice pulls at the ole' heart strings as well.
I was always more of a Spidey fan than a Superman buff, but the big guy was my hero when I was little. This song struck me:
"Tarzan wasn't a ladies' man
He'd just come along and scoop 'em up under his arm
Like that, quick as a cat in the jungle
But Clark Kent, now there was a real gent
He would not be caught sittin' around in no
Junglescape, dumb as an ape doing nothing
[Chorus:]
Superman never made any money
For saving the world from Solomon Grundy
And sometimes I despair the world will never see
Another man like him
Hey Bob, Supe had a straight job
Even though he could have smashed through any bank
In the United States, he had the strength, but he would not
Folks said his family were all dead
Their planet crumbled but Superman, he forced himself
To carry on, forget Krypton, and keep going
Tarzan was king of the jungle and Lord over all the apes
But he could hardly string together four words: "I Tarzan, You Jane."
Sometimes when Supe was stopping crimes
I'll bet that he was tempted to just quit and turn his back
On man, join Tarzan in the forest
But he stayed in the city, and kept on changing clothes
In dirty old phonebooths till his work was through
And nothing to do but go on home."
I have a thing for heroes, I really do. That's how a young American geeks forms his moral values, ladies and gents. He finds his heroes and emulates them. Fear my love of Arucard! *Ahem*
Rich named the collection "Splendid Isolation," to match the song of the same name on the CD:
"I want to live alone in the desert
I want to be like Georgia O'Keefe
I want to live on the Upper East Side
And never go down in the street
Splendid Isolation
I don't need no one
Splendid Isolation
Michael Jackson in Disneyland
Don't have to share it with nobody else
Lock the gates, Goofy, take my hand
And lead me through the World of Self
Splendid Isolation
I don't need no one
Splendid Isolation
Don't want to wake up with no one beside me
Don't want to take up with nobody new
Don't want nobody coming by without calling first
Don't want nothing to do with you
I'm putting tinfoil up on the windows
Lying down in the dark to dream
I don't want to see their faces
I don't want to hear them scream
Splendid Isolation
I don't need no one
Splendid Isolation
Splendid Isolation
I don't need no one
Splendid Isolation."
This one made me cry. It's a very "me" song, or at least an extreme part of "me." Many of the songs made me cry, actually, and I'm not ashamed to admit it! I listened to the whole CD Saturday night, unable to resist reminiscing while I reflected on the wonderful week I had. Growing up is painful, it really is. I'd like to blend the present and the past into something beautiful, something like what I felt during this week. The fact that it ended left me distraught, despite my future return December 16th. Oh well. Moving on, I guess. I can't afford to keep sulking. I have things to do. Take care, all. Another post will be down the pipe soon.
Current Mood: Weary.
Current Music: Rich's CD! Ha!
"I don't need to walk around circles, walk around in circles, walk around in circles, walk around in . . ."
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Well, well, it's been a crazy week. Time for a recap!
First of all, it was great to be home again. Great food, great friends, and my own set of wheels . . . what more could I ever need? More time.
The first social event I enjoyed was the MASSIVE gathering at ye olde Thirsty Mind. Seriously, did a memo go around for EVERYONE to meet there? It was insane. Oddly, the evening felt very empty. I think the nature of the "meet and greet" was too impersonal, when I was looking for something a little more intimate with my long-missed friends. Not to worry, though. Those times came.
My Dad swiped a digital projector from work and a large screen, so it was movie night! Night of the Living Dead, Megaman, Hellsing, Batman, oh my! It was a really great time. Here's some great lines:
"I hate Megaman. He ruins everything." -Dr. Wily
"This is giving me such a hard on!" -Jan
"I'll fuck her, kill her, and then fuck her dead body one more time!" -Jan
("That guy's awesome!" -Rich)
"Why don't you go and lick Satan's ass? Incognito!" -Arucard
"I will beat you brutally." -Adam West
"I will kill you, and rend you limb from limb." -Adam West
"There comes a time in the life of every crime fighter . . . it means nothing, slap
on the bat-cuffs." -Adam West
"Some days you just can't get rid of a bomb." Adam West
I love Adam West. He is a god among men.
Anyway, I also went to dinner with some special people on Saturday, at Goten in . . . (mumble, mumble). It was a lot of fun! And it served as a prelude to another massive gathering at the Mind, one that felt much less empty than the first one. Rich also proved himself MORE thoughtful than ever by giving me a mixed CD. And I'm on the cover, dressed as a PIRATE! How awesome is that?
Anyway, I think it's the coolest thing in the world. The CD hasn't got a single song I don't like. Some are songs that have come up in conversation, some are eerily descriptive of myself, one seems to be about Sturman, and all are awesome. There's a song by the great Brendan Smith, for Christ's sake. I'd say how much I like his music, but I wouldn't want to feed his ego. =D
My favorite song on the CD is "Roland, the Headless Thompson Gunner." Here's the lyrics:
"Roland was a warrior from the Land of the Midnight Sun
With a Thompson gun for hire, fighting to be done.
The deal was made in Denmark on a dark and stormy day,
So he set out for Biafra to join the bloody fray.
Through sixty-six and seven they fought the Congo war,
Fingers on their triggers, knee-deep in gore.
For days and nights they battled the Bantu to their knees.
They killed to earn their living and to help out the Congolese
Roland the Thompson gunner...
His comrades fought beside him - Van Owen and the rest
But of all the Thompson gunners Roland was the best.
So the CIA decided they wanted Roland dead.
That son-of-a-bitch Van Owen blew off Roland's head.
Roland the headless Thompson gunner (Time, time, time
For another peaceful war.
Norway's bravest son But time stands still for Roland
'Til he evens up the score)
They can still see his headless body stalking through the night
In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun
In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun
Roland searched the continent for the man who'd done him in.
He found him in Mombassa in a barroom drinking gin.
Roland aimed his Thompson gun - he didn't say a word,
But he blew Van Owen's body from there to Johannesburg
Roland the headless Thompson gunner...
The eternal Thompson gunner, still wandering through the night
Now it's ten years later but he still keeps up the fight.
In Ireland, in Lebanon, in Palestine and Berkeley
Patty Hearst heard the burst of Roland's Thompson gun
And bought it."
I really like songs like that, like "The Devil Went Down to Georgia," or other songs that seem to tell a folk story. This one especially appeals to me, for having two great themes: determination and vengence. I love a story about a person refusing to give up . . . a person defying death itself is all the more intriguing. War heroes seeking justice pulls at the ole' heart strings as well.
I was always more of a Spidey fan than a Superman buff, but the big guy was my hero when I was little. This song struck me:
"Tarzan wasn't a ladies' man
He'd just come along and scoop 'em up under his arm
Like that, quick as a cat in the jungle
But Clark Kent, now there was a real gent
He would not be caught sittin' around in no
Junglescape, dumb as an ape doing nothing
[Chorus:]
Superman never made any money
For saving the world from Solomon Grundy
And sometimes I despair the world will never see
Another man like him
Hey Bob, Supe had a straight job
Even though he could have smashed through any bank
In the United States, he had the strength, but he would not
Folks said his family were all dead
Their planet crumbled but Superman, he forced himself
To carry on, forget Krypton, and keep going
Tarzan was king of the jungle and Lord over all the apes
But he could hardly string together four words: "I Tarzan, You Jane."
Sometimes when Supe was stopping crimes
I'll bet that he was tempted to just quit and turn his back
On man, join Tarzan in the forest
But he stayed in the city, and kept on changing clothes
In dirty old phonebooths till his work was through
And nothing to do but go on home."
I have a thing for heroes, I really do. That's how a young American geeks forms his moral values, ladies and gents. He finds his heroes and emulates them. Fear my love of Arucard! *Ahem*
Rich named the collection "Splendid Isolation," to match the song of the same name on the CD:
"I want to live alone in the desert
I want to be like Georgia O'Keefe
I want to live on the Upper East Side
And never go down in the street
Splendid Isolation
I don't need no one
Splendid Isolation
Michael Jackson in Disneyland
Don't have to share it with nobody else
Lock the gates, Goofy, take my hand
And lead me through the World of Self
Splendid Isolation
I don't need no one
Splendid Isolation
Don't want to wake up with no one beside me
Don't want to take up with nobody new
Don't want nobody coming by without calling first
Don't want nothing to do with you
I'm putting tinfoil up on the windows
Lying down in the dark to dream
I don't want to see their faces
I don't want to hear them scream
Splendid Isolation
I don't need no one
Splendid Isolation
Splendid Isolation
I don't need no one
Splendid Isolation."
This one made me cry. It's a very "me" song, or at least an extreme part of "me." Many of the songs made me cry, actually, and I'm not ashamed to admit it! I listened to the whole CD Saturday night, unable to resist reminiscing while I reflected on the wonderful week I had. Growing up is painful, it really is. I'd like to blend the present and the past into something beautiful, something like what I felt during this week. The fact that it ended left me distraught, despite my future return December 16th. Oh well. Moving on, I guess. I can't afford to keep sulking. I have things to do. Take care, all. Another post will be down the pipe soon.
Current Mood: Weary.
Current Music: Rich's CD! Ha!
"I don't need to walk around circles, walk around in circles, walk around in circles, walk around in . . ."
Wednesday, November 24, 2004
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Wednesday, November 17, 2004
The snow is gone!
Who stole it?
I'm looking at you, Chuck Norris.
The week is gearing up to full activity, the calm before the impending storm. Prepare thyself, South Hadley. Soon your lost child with the angelic heart and a demon's spirit shall return in a blaze of glory! Woe to all ye undead fiends; ye shall be banished into the flames of perdition to burn in eternal damnation! Amen!
I know that times have been difficult in my absence. Surely, the ranks of the post-mortum murderers have swelled, but FEAR NOT! I trust that your skills are true; you need hold off the cadaverous cretins only a little while longer. Soon I shall finish what I have started and the streets of our town shall be purged and purified! The time has come for the Umbrella Corporation . . . their regional facility will be annihilated and their influence slightly decreased! Shake with fear!
My mighty wrath, which has lain dormant in the wake of writer's block and vacant inspiration, has been loosed once again. Let the news echo from the mountains: I'm back in fighting spirit. To make it all the sweeter, I'll be returning home in less than a week.
Oh, and remember:
Current Mood: Saucy.
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Who stole it?
I'm looking at you, Chuck Norris.
The week is gearing up to full activity, the calm before the impending storm. Prepare thyself, South Hadley. Soon your lost child with the angelic heart and a demon's spirit shall return in a blaze of glory! Woe to all ye undead fiends; ye shall be banished into the flames of perdition to burn in eternal damnation! Amen!
I know that times have been difficult in my absence. Surely, the ranks of the post-mortum murderers have swelled, but FEAR NOT! I trust that your skills are true; you need hold off the cadaverous cretins only a little while longer. Soon I shall finish what I have started and the streets of our town shall be purged and purified! The time has come for the Umbrella Corporation . . . their regional facility will be annihilated and their influence slightly decreased! Shake with fear!
My mighty wrath, which has lain dormant in the wake of writer's block and vacant inspiration, has been loosed once again. Let the news echo from the mountains: I'm back in fighting spirit. To make it all the sweeter, I'll be returning home in less than a week.
Oh, and remember:
Current Mood: Saucy.
Saturday, November 13, 2004
It's Snowing!
Hey chitlin,
I'd like to take a moment to tell you about my best day ever. Would you like that? Would you?
Well, my dear ole' dad came to visit me this friday. He just came spontaniously, to bring me to lunch and have a good time. It was wonderful. I never realized how much I missed him, or how much fun he is without Mom. (I love my Mom, but one parent is always more fun than both at once.)
It was like magic. The season's first snow was gently coating the streets of Worcester, the sun was shining, the air was (oddly) clean. I returned from class to find my Dad waiting, bearing another massive crate of drinking water for me. He took me to the street, where our ride awaited . . . not the BMW, not the Jag . . . but Red. My big, beautiful Jeep Wrangler with brand new stereo and . . . well, mirrors.
Now, before you roll your eyes at yet another male obsessing over his automobile, I ask you to understand some things. My car, in itself, is a death trap. With the way I drive and the nature of the "flip-wagon," I'm lucky to be able to type this now. However, it is exactly for that reason the car has so much character. Sliding through the snow? Using a plow as an anchor? Eating pasta WHILE driving stick with my hair in my face? These are both great stories and great memories.
Let's not forget all of the adventures I've had in that car, or the people I've had them with. Jake and I have plundered all the neighboring kingdoms, often coming across Dave M. Along the way. Stop light? Stop sign? Didn't matter. Somehow, regardless of the city or town, we'd come alongside Dave at a stop. Law of averages nothing. Of course, Sam's always been my faithful co-pilot. He has a great sense of direction, and while we've filled the night air with cries of "FUCK YOU, MAPQUEST," we always get where we need to go. Bawls runs have been made, rides have been given, and doors have been stolen (><), and it all brings memories. My car is special to me for sentimental reasons . . . as is Rich's fallen warrior . . . the great Pachuco.
Anyway, I was happy to ride in that. I should also mention that my Dad and I have bonded a lot in that car. Spending a night in the passenger side of the only family car with a plow brings a sense of closeness between people. And naseau. It was bumpy.
So we went to a place called "The North Works," and I got Prime Rib. Rare. With Bruscetta. Tony was a happy and rather full boy. We sat, ate, and conversed . . . a good 4 hour lunch/dinner. Short for Italians, but we had things to do. We then set out shopping, so that I could pick up some supplies I was low on. We hugged one last time and I said good-bye, and my day turned out rather nice.
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.
In other news, I experienced Sam-deprivation and bought some Johnny Cash. I miss you, Sammy! I miss Rich, too. Why is transportation so difficult? I just want to see everyone . . . and pelt them with snow. We need a big snowball war this December.
That's all for now. I'm too lazy to make a new image . . . I mean . . . I don't want to spoil you.
Current Mood: Content
Current Music: "When the Man Comes Around." -J.C.
Wednesday, November 10, 2004
Blehhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
That's my summary of the past few days.
Oh, still here? I suppose I should elaborate, then. This has been a week of revelation, judgement, and evil. Lots of evil. Not the fun kind, either. Although there has been plenty of the good kind, it's outweighed by the bad kind.
Today was a day of anger, reflection, learning, pride, and joy.
Vague, eh? Just nod your head and pretend you understand what I'm blathering about. It all winds down to monkeys in the end. Monkeys and pie. Sometimes parrots, but only when they steal my car keys.
Man, that reminds me. I miss ole' Red. Is that sad? I miss the freedom of transportation, and I really miss cruising around with Jake or Sammy. Or both. Crazy times with both. Dave would be there too, somehow or another, in his own jeep. I never understood how it was possible to run into someone on the road so many times coincedently. Unless . . . dear lord, I'm being hunted! Who do you work for, Dave? WHO DO YOU WORK FOR?!?!?
I find that I've been talking about my High School friends a lot to others, especially Sammy. Man, I miss everybody.
Logic: You could just WALK to visit EJ.
Lethargy: I'll get to it eventually.
Procrastination: Sure we will.
And with that, I leave you with a riddle.
Q: What do you get when you combine a bored and immature teenager with an over-active imagination, comic books, and a scanner?
A: Kraven's mighty Nipple-Rays!
Current Mood: Isolated and just a 'lil crazy.
Current Music: Hellsing OST again.
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That's my summary of the past few days.
Oh, still here? I suppose I should elaborate, then. This has been a week of revelation, judgement, and evil. Lots of evil. Not the fun kind, either. Although there has been plenty of the good kind, it's outweighed by the bad kind.
Today was a day of anger, reflection, learning, pride, and joy.
Vague, eh? Just nod your head and pretend you understand what I'm blathering about. It all winds down to monkeys in the end. Monkeys and pie. Sometimes parrots, but only when they steal my car keys.
Man, that reminds me. I miss ole' Red. Is that sad? I miss the freedom of transportation, and I really miss cruising around with Jake or Sammy. Or both. Crazy times with both. Dave would be there too, somehow or another, in his own jeep. I never understood how it was possible to run into someone on the road so many times coincedently. Unless . . . dear lord, I'm being hunted! Who do you work for, Dave? WHO DO YOU WORK FOR?!?!?
I find that I've been talking about my High School friends a lot to others, especially Sammy. Man, I miss everybody.
Logic: You could just WALK to visit EJ.
Lethargy: I'll get to it eventually.
Procrastination: Sure we will.
And with that, I leave you with a riddle.
Q: What do you get when you combine a bored and immature teenager with an over-active imagination, comic books, and a scanner?
A: Kraven's mighty Nipple-Rays!
Current Mood: Isolated and just a 'lil crazy.
Current Music: Hellsing OST again.
Sunday, November 07, 2004
Hey, boys and girls. Are you all recovering nicely? I certainly hope so, because there is much work to do. I've sadly been unable to even talk to any Bush supporters (save Jake2) I know since the election (I feel betrayed), but hopefully the healing will begin soon.
Or not. I really don't care. I'm a jerk like that.
In any case, life continues at college with a list of failures:
1) I dropped Chemistry.
2) I quit Pippin.
3) The test says that I'm NOT pregnant. *sob*
But I must add to that a list of success!
1) I'm me, and that's all I need! HAIL ZEON!
Hey, whatever keeps the self-esteem pumping . . .
In the face of such a large amount of work I could be doing, I did what any warm-blooded American would do. I went shopping. Specifically, I went to a comic book store. Glee!
I bought manga, comics, and some Pocky. I am quite happy this weekend. Also, I've got the Hellsing soundtrack, which is AMAZING.
Sadly, I've been artistically vapid. No real writing done, no new sketches, nada. Well, one new sketch. I'll post it sometime. It's pretty shoddy, but at least it's something.
So I've made a new system! Every wednesday I will write, for myself, for about two hours. I'll post anything worth sharing.
And Ricardo! How about that group blog? Have we got a name yet? Will you do me a favor and visit the Undying Love page and comment all ready? There's more people that want to be involved in the project now. We have some cast and crew issues that need to be resolved as well. I'll have the NP Inc. Business Card ready for you within the next few days.
That's all for now, my children. Keep the revolution rolling! I'll have another update ready in a few days. Forgive this short post.
Current Mood: Quite peaceful.
Current Music: Hellsing OST.
Wednesday, November 03, 2004
The most un-patriotic display of red, white, and blue I have ever seen.
Well, the election's pretty much over now, and I wish I had a bottle of booze and a box of razor blades.
Hey, who needs free speech, a right to privacy, equal rights for homosexuals, and a tax cut that would have made it possible for me to stay in college anyway?
I am again reminded how much I hate the South. Not that Southerners are solely responsible, but I still hate them.
Our incompetent leader is back, it would seem, to ensure that my college years are a living hell on Earth.
In other, non-political and therefore pleasant news:
I failed to produce a halloween post! How unlike me! It was a lovely night, capped by the Rocky Horror Picture Show and some campus trick-or-treating.
The costumes:
Me: A dress shirt and tie, khaki pants, a Boba Fett helmet and a name tag reading "Hello, my name is Boba Fett."
Ryan: Jeans and a tee-shirt, and a name tag reading "Hello, my name is Han Solo." He posed like he was frozen in carbonite.
Other people's were good, so I won't mention them.
For those of you that don't know, Ryan is my clone. Although we don't look that much alike, many people confuse us. I suppose jews with long hair and wops with long hair get mixed up within a person's mind.
To stem the confusion, I've prepared an easy-reference chart:
Ryan has recently shaved, tossing society into confusion.
That's all I have for now, but I plan to get posting a little more often again. Expect rapid-fire posting during the month of December, along with some work on Undying Love.
And with that, I leave you with a word from Mister Common Sense:
"We're completely fucked!"
Current Mood: Depressed
Current Music: (Didn't Know I Was) UnAmerican - Ian Rhett.
Tuesday, November 02, 2004
Dear anybody reading this,
Hey there! How've you been? Quite the masochist, eh?
Just reading through the anonymous comments that I expected my last post to generate. They're being deleted, of course, because I refuse to tolerate anonymous posting. I've said that before.
Anyway, I've admitted that this blog royally sucks as of late. There are no images, the posts are childish and uninteresting, and generally anything that gets written is written purely for the sake of generating controversy.
I'm aware of this fact. Why is my "political" post so draining of respect for me? It followed the "beating senior citizens because vegetarians are stupid" post. You were expecting a serious and un-biased analysis?
Anyway, like the Maddox I shamelessly emulated as of late, I have a point behind my stupidity. No one of differing opinions can talk about politics. Feelings get hurt; people get angry, and NO ONE LISTENS TO ANYTHING ANOTHER PERSON HAS TO SAY! Of course some of the things I said in the last post reflect my views. Why were they presented in an insensitive and biased way?
Because everyone's afraid to say what they really feel. No one wants to offend anyone. On top of that, people get righteous and angry. Does anyone remember what happened the LAST TIME I wrote anything remotely political? I won't bother reminding you.
I'm in college now, and I have bigger things to focus on then this space. But it's my space to use as I like. If you don't get it or don't like it, then don't read it. I don't want you as a reader.
So to my readers: grow up or fuck off.
I don't write to please you. I write because I like to. I can spew bullshit all I want and you can not read it. I don't care.
Bottom line: This election is a joke. Everyone makes fun of it, but it's only amusing if you agree with the person or they don't make any stand with it. I honestly can't understand why anyone would support Bush, but of course I respect their opinion. I don't have to write like it, though.
I want people to be open about their political views. They should be discussed and argued, but no one ever does so. Most people stand behind a candidate all the way, and are personally ill-educated about any of the issues or their candidate. They just follow the media or opinions near them that they've been taught to trust. I have no respect for such people. Talk about your fucking ideas, or they aren't yours. Stop being a goddam puppet.
For anyone who does plan to read this page in the future, there will be a new post sometime tommorow or later in the week. It will be a real one.
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Hey there! How've you been? Quite the masochist, eh?
Just reading through the anonymous comments that I expected my last post to generate. They're being deleted, of course, because I refuse to tolerate anonymous posting. I've said that before.
Anyway, I've admitted that this blog royally sucks as of late. There are no images, the posts are childish and uninteresting, and generally anything that gets written is written purely for the sake of generating controversy.
I'm aware of this fact. Why is my "political" post so draining of respect for me? It followed the "beating senior citizens because vegetarians are stupid" post. You were expecting a serious and un-biased analysis?
Anyway, like the Maddox I shamelessly emulated as of late, I have a point behind my stupidity. No one of differing opinions can talk about politics. Feelings get hurt; people get angry, and NO ONE LISTENS TO ANYTHING ANOTHER PERSON HAS TO SAY! Of course some of the things I said in the last post reflect my views. Why were they presented in an insensitive and biased way?
Because everyone's afraid to say what they really feel. No one wants to offend anyone. On top of that, people get righteous and angry. Does anyone remember what happened the LAST TIME I wrote anything remotely political? I won't bother reminding you.
I'm in college now, and I have bigger things to focus on then this space. But it's my space to use as I like. If you don't get it or don't like it, then don't read it. I don't want you as a reader.
So to my readers: grow up or fuck off.
I don't write to please you. I write because I like to. I can spew bullshit all I want and you can not read it. I don't care.
Bottom line: This election is a joke. Everyone makes fun of it, but it's only amusing if you agree with the person or they don't make any stand with it. I honestly can't understand why anyone would support Bush, but of course I respect their opinion. I don't have to write like it, though.
I want people to be open about their political views. They should be discussed and argued, but no one ever does so. Most people stand behind a candidate all the way, and are personally ill-educated about any of the issues or their candidate. They just follow the media or opinions near them that they've been taught to trust. I have no respect for such people. Talk about your fucking ideas, or they aren't yours. Stop being a goddam puppet.
For anyone who does plan to read this page in the future, there will be a new post sometime tommorow or later in the week. It will be a real one.
Well, it's election time again.
I ask you to vote for Kerry, but I respect any decision any of you make out there.
Unless Bush wins. Because then you I'll be bitter and you can all fuck yourself for the following reasons:
1) Voted for Bush: Why? WHY WHY WHY? Do you really not care about facts at all? Absolutely NOTHING good has come about since he was "elected." We're in a bad international situation, our domestic situation is even worse, and we'll be completely fucked with four more years of that shit.
2) Voted for Nader: No, you really voted for Bush, I'm sorry. Nader is backed by Republicans for an obvious reason: he's there to split the vote. I honestly had respect of Nader once, but now he's just being a dick. By not gracefully bowing out, Nader is helping his supposed "enemy." He doesn't know when to quit.
3) Voted for another third party: Voted your conscience instead of "the lesser of two evils," eh? That's praise-worthy. Oh, wait. No. No, it is not. Issues are important, and at the core of this election, but principle alone is useless. You forgot PRACTICALITY. By wasting your vote, you have helped Bush to win. Keep that in mind. I also hate to be the bearer of bad news, but a third party candidate is not what we need in office right now. We are in a war-time situation, caused by good ole' Dubbya, and Nader or anyone else is not suited to guide us through it.
Kerry really is the best man for the job RIGHT NOW. I'd love to see a third party in office, but not at this time. They'd fuck up. Period. I'll take anyone over Bush, but I didn't vote for Kerry because he's the "lesser of two evils." I voted because he really is the ONLY sane choice this election for anyone that actually cares about their country or understands ANY of the issues at stake.
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I ask you to vote for Kerry, but I respect any decision any of you make out there.
Unless Bush wins. Because then you I'll be bitter and you can all fuck yourself for the following reasons:
1) Voted for Bush: Why? WHY WHY WHY? Do you really not care about facts at all? Absolutely NOTHING good has come about since he was "elected." We're in a bad international situation, our domestic situation is even worse, and we'll be completely fucked with four more years of that shit.
2) Voted for Nader: No, you really voted for Bush, I'm sorry. Nader is backed by Republicans for an obvious reason: he's there to split the vote. I honestly had respect of Nader once, but now he's just being a dick. By not gracefully bowing out, Nader is helping his supposed "enemy." He doesn't know when to quit.
3) Voted for another third party: Voted your conscience instead of "the lesser of two evils," eh? That's praise-worthy. Oh, wait. No. No, it is not. Issues are important, and at the core of this election, but principle alone is useless. You forgot PRACTICALITY. By wasting your vote, you have helped Bush to win. Keep that in mind. I also hate to be the bearer of bad news, but a third party candidate is not what we need in office right now. We are in a war-time situation, caused by good ole' Dubbya, and Nader or anyone else is not suited to guide us through it.
Kerry really is the best man for the job RIGHT NOW. I'd love to see a third party in office, but not at this time. They'd fuck up. Period. I'll take anyone over Bush, but I didn't vote for Kerry because he's the "lesser of two evils." I voted because he really is the ONLY sane choice this election for anyone that actually cares about their country or understands ANY of the issues at stake.
