So, to all 4 of my subscribers so far, I would like to apologize. It was originally my intention to write a post every day. Unfortunately, this is the first free moment I've had. Now on to business.
First order, the Healthcare bill. I know that we have elected, as a people all these highly intellectual politicians, but it seems to me that we are generally unhappy. Now I would like to blame this on human nature, at least with the people that I hang around with. It seems like there is no possible way to make everyone happy all the time. In theory we as the people of the United States have elected those who are supposed to represent our ideals. It seems we are all doomed to be angry preteens listening to Simple Plan and My Chemical Romance while curled up in the corner of our bedroom writing terrible poetry hoping that someone out there will actually give a shit. In reality, everyone in the real world could care less, the only solution is to do something about it. That is where out governmental system comes in. These people we elect into office are supposed to care about what the people want. Once again all is in vain, the way I see it, I don't care how good the bill sounds to a whole 6 politicians, if it takes this amount of arm-twisting to get something past....don't you think there could be a problem with it. Now I'm not supporting it one way or another, cause in all honesty by the time I get old enough for this bill to majorly effect my life it'll have changed. Now as you can obviously tell by now, I haven't really read all of the bill...more like lightly skimmed through it. That being said, what right do I have to attack or defend this new so called "legislation." I can just picture our international readers looking at this and laughing at how screwed up this "government by the people" is. I have heard people arguing about politics, republican vs. democrats, what does it matter. When the forefathers of this nation constructed this government they did so with multiple parties. I mean hell our first president didn't even have a set party. It's amazing how things have changed. Now if a candidate isn't running for the Democratic or Republican they don't stand a chance. So I would like to know what you think! This is your chance, let me know in a text response.
On a totally unrelated topic, a friend of mine posted a poll to see who people like better: Taylor Swift or Lady Gaga. As some of you know, I am quite partial to Taylor Swift. I find her to represent the proverbial girl next door, but in this poll Lady Gaga dominated. I found this weird, I mean I get it, I'm totally cool with the whole "I'm a disturbed artist that demonstrates my issues with weird concoctions that I guess can be called cloths." I get it I mean in light of her recent video "Telephone" she attempts to prove the career long rumor that she has male parts somewhere down there. I'm sorry but it's so hard to sit through 9 minutes of shameless product placement, and terrible dialogue. I guess she's just the flavor of the week these days. Oh, and feel free to comment on this as well.
I know that only a few people out there care about the quirky inner-workings of my twisted mind pathetically written in this terrible excuse for literature, but I'm really glad that some people are still reading and keeping up. Have a great night.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Prehistoric Blog Number 2
So, it would seem that college professors have an inability to allow students to enjoy this pathetic week long break. You see Spring Break to me is a single oasis of relaxation in a desolate desert of projects and papers. I never understood how spring semester could be so much harder than fall semester until I asked my roommate. His response was, "Well we have one lousy break at the beginning of the semester, then about 6 weeks until the next one." I had never really thought about it, but I remembered back when I was a wee little primary schooler, we had presidents day off. No offense to Dr. Martin Luther King, but I enjoyed having school off in the middle of the semester instead of the week we get back from winter break. Honestly, I don't see the harm in celebrating both MLK day and Presidents, at least that way we wouldn't have to worry about people complaining. I noticed as soon as MLK Day became a celebrated holiday in the school systems people just had to complain. One side would be all, "President's day celebrates all the past presidents and all they did for the nation," and the other, "MLK is a symbol of equal rights." IMO if you look at it this way technically Lincoln is a symbol of equal rights, or at least the first step in the uphill battle. Lincoln is also a president, score one more for Presidents Day. What better way to celebrate the fine gentlemen who have both shaped and destroyed our nation. I'd be all for MLK day if he was just born a month later. At least with Presidents Day there are some companies that will let their employees take the day off. Whatever happened to the cliche President's Day cookout, or President's Day is Family Day, I guess those things just aren't as important as they used to be. That's not to say equal right for all man isn't worth celebrating...I still have trouble imagining what was going through people head back when equal rights were just "equal rights". Either way, when it comes down to it, people will find something to complain about, it's human nature to always want what you don't have.
Enough of that nonsense, now to the topic at hand, St. Patrick's Day. First of all this is not a day named after myself (common misconception, you see). It is, in fact, named after St. Patrick, the man who lead the snakes out of Ireland. I always thought that he led them into Scotland and into Lock Ness. In my head, Nessy is just a massive convergence of little snakes to make one big snake-turd-monster-thing. But enough of that. I for one love this holiday, if anything, this is a holiday that schools should celebrate. As some of you know, and many of the billions of people on the internet don't know, I am 100% Irish. I like potatoes, I have pale skin, freckles, and some people actually think I have red hair...I don't, but it's whatever. I'm very proud of my Irish heritage, even though I've never actually visited Ireland. My plans for tonight were as follows: Drink myself into a stupor, learn how to play the fiddle, dance an Irish jig with a bonnie lass, and take a taxi home. As you can probably tell from the time of this post, I did no such thing. This will be the first St. Patty's day that I haven't celebrated in a very long time. We're talking nothing. No green, no clovers, no drinking, and worst of all, no potatoes. All hope is not lost, I managed to get a ton of work done...which really means I'm lame and did homework over Spring Break, and lost track of the days. I've been staring at this computer screen for just over 4 hours, and my eyes feel like they're gonna bleed. Hopefully, I will find something good to do tonight, to redeem myself from being lame.
I'm gonna go ahead and close up this little bitch-out session, with one request. If you're still able to go out, buy yourself a bottle of Guinness Extra Stout and get pant's shitting drunk tonight...for me. Thanks for reading as always, and like a white guy trying to be a rasta rapper, I licketty boom boom down.
Enough of that nonsense, now to the topic at hand, St. Patrick's Day. First of all this is not a day named after myself (common misconception, you see). It is, in fact, named after St. Patrick, the man who lead the snakes out of Ireland. I always thought that he led them into Scotland and into Lock Ness. In my head, Nessy is just a massive convergence of little snakes to make one big snake-turd-monster-thing. But enough of that. I for one love this holiday, if anything, this is a holiday that schools should celebrate. As some of you know, and many of the billions of people on the internet don't know, I am 100% Irish. I like potatoes, I have pale skin, freckles, and some people actually think I have red hair...I don't, but it's whatever. I'm very proud of my Irish heritage, even though I've never actually visited Ireland. My plans for tonight were as follows: Drink myself into a stupor, learn how to play the fiddle, dance an Irish jig with a bonnie lass, and take a taxi home. As you can probably tell from the time of this post, I did no such thing. This will be the first St. Patty's day that I haven't celebrated in a very long time. We're talking nothing. No green, no clovers, no drinking, and worst of all, no potatoes. All hope is not lost, I managed to get a ton of work done...which really means I'm lame and did homework over Spring Break, and lost track of the days. I've been staring at this computer screen for just over 4 hours, and my eyes feel like they're gonna bleed. Hopefully, I will find something good to do tonight, to redeem myself from being lame.
I'm gonna go ahead and close up this little bitch-out session, with one request. If you're still able to go out, buy yourself a bottle of Guinness Extra Stout and get pant's shitting drunk tonight...for me. Thanks for reading as always, and like a white guy trying to be a rasta rapper, I licketty boom boom down.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Prehistoric Blog Number 1
I'm not much for writing, but it seems that this whole on-line journaling is the way to go. You see I'm one of these people that is a firm believer in fireplaces and stashing dry-ice in the high school's urinals. This momentous first blog is going to be little more than me experimenting with my inability to convey thoughts via text. You see I am a musician, of sorts, I write music, play music, and kind of sing...kind of. Currently, I have produced this bastard child of a band called The Subliminal Criminals with a very good friend of mine. The way I see it, I can sit around and blow my precious hours of spare time creating ditties only to be heard by the common dorm room passerby or I can stumble about the music industry attempting to get popular off of songs about pirates and water slides. I can assure you that the 2 years I've spent with these guys have not been wasted. I met two people from across the nation (5 hours from where I live), I've created what some might consider music, and I have learned a lot about working with people. This band has the cliché social sites pinned down with the slowest building fan base in the history of music. If you're really that curious, which...if your reading this your either and overweight shut-in or maybe, just maybe someone out there actually cares about the quirky inner-workings of my twisted mind, you can check us out.
Just to prove I'm not some lazy twat that only has time to write one lousy paragraph covering about 1/1000th of my life, I shall fumble through another paragraph. The next most commonly asked question to me has something to do with my future plans. I assume people ask this to gain a little more insight on my life, but I know what you're really doing. You see it is my firm belief that when people ask pointless questions seemingly interested in what you have to say, they are really just looking for another reason to open their big mouth about themselves. Most recently, I have noticed an increase in this behavior, so much so, that people are actually resorting to interruptions. I understand the psychological need to establish one's self as the dominant figure in a room, but must a person really resort back to primary school mannerisms, what's next? Will I see a fully grown man pulling a fully grown woman's pigtail or pushing her in the mud just to show that he is sexually interested in her? This one interrupting action is just a peek into what society will become. Well it's getting late, and I'm starting to ramble, but I will leave you with this: If everyone establishes themselves as a dominant figure, can anyone really be one?
Thanks for reading my first post. If you got this far give yourself a pat on the back. Good doggie...
Just to prove I'm not some lazy twat that only has time to write one lousy paragraph covering about 1/1000th of my life, I shall fumble through another paragraph. The next most commonly asked question to me has something to do with my future plans. I assume people ask this to gain a little more insight on my life, but I know what you're really doing. You see it is my firm belief that when people ask pointless questions seemingly interested in what you have to say, they are really just looking for another reason to open their big mouth about themselves. Most recently, I have noticed an increase in this behavior, so much so, that people are actually resorting to interruptions. I understand the psychological need to establish one's self as the dominant figure in a room, but must a person really resort back to primary school mannerisms, what's next? Will I see a fully grown man pulling a fully grown woman's pigtail or pushing her in the mud just to show that he is sexually interested in her? This one interrupting action is just a peek into what society will become. Well it's getting late, and I'm starting to ramble, but I will leave you with this: If everyone establishes themselves as a dominant figure, can anyone really be one?
Thanks for reading my first post. If you got this far give yourself a pat on the back. Good doggie...
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