To the people that yell "Bush Lied" like a bunch of ass-raped media puppets:
I've taken some great pictures next to WMD's. They were in Syria, in Pakistan, and right there in Iraq. Yeah, they were everywhere. Buried in the ground, mixed in with regular weapons-grade, I even personally pulled a yellow-bomb out of a truck of water. We didn't find any nuclear ones, sure, and that's why the media claims they are not lying, because they are saying that's what Bush lied about. We did find a nuclear plant with some headless missiles laying in it, but the media said it doesn't count. If you ever somehow get the grace to speak to anyone currently running Mexico D.F. ask them about the big box of Anthrax that got shipped to them, with a little note from Saddam saying "Shhh... I'm gonna hit Texas first, just hold it here for a minute. I'm on my way." In so many words anyways, but luckily Mexico likes us. Stop letting the news tell you what to think. They really do NOT care if you are properly informed, or even if you're hearing the truth. They just want you to watch their channel or read their newspaper, as opposed to competitors. Welcome to Capitalism and Consumer Marketing. Read up on it. If Bush-hating wasn't so popular, and the truth more marketable, you'd get a cool Dateline NBC shot of your friend Wolf and two of his troops taking turns pissing on a medium-range bio-loaded scud the length of your driveway.
To the goths and the emo:
Or at least a specific bit of you. I hear a lot of "my family is dead to me" and "life is pain" and a bunch of other crap. It's mildly annoying really. I know pain. Pain is being dragged by a truck. Pain is being shot in the shoulder. Pain is having your hip shattered in a kickboxing ring by a giant Thai monster who turned out later to be 2 years younger than you but twice your size. Pain is your parachute only opening halfway. Pain is NOT when your parents gave you a Porsche instead of a Ferrari and now you disowned them. Believe it or not, that's a true statement from an actual living, breathing goth. I grew up in a rich neighborhood, despite not being one of them. That may be an exaggeration for most of you, but the message remains true. You don't live long enough to be so pissed off and depressed all the time. I haven't even begun to scratch the surface of the shit I've been through. I've been declared dead 3 times in the clinic, I've lost everything I have ever owned twice. I was told by my father that his new whore after he divorced my mother was more welcome in my childhood home than I was. Again, still not a complete list. Today I woke up, and admired the grace of a beautiful sunny morning and looked forward to another wonderful day. A lot of you that I have listened to about your 'pain', I've got one thing to say: Want to switch? I can handle mine, I can definitely handle yours. Give up and try to enjoy life a little ;). This world is a REALLY fun place! LOL
To the 'Top Ten' profiles on this site:
Every day my bulletin inbox is cluttered with public announcements about you people screwing eachother over and building multiple fake accounts to run each other out. I see strangers that are enemies, fighting over nothing. I really don't understand why it's so important to you. What do you do when you get to the top ten? What do you do when you get to number one? Is there a paycheck involved? A guaranteed spot on a TV show? A free meal at Denny's even? All this hate and stress, fighting over a bacon bit. Down here in the middle ranks, we do nothing but smile, get along, leave friendly comments. Is all your war really worth the prize? I hope I never make the top ten, and if I should by happenstance, I promise you I will not act like you... ever. Oh yeah, one last thing: What's going back to myspace going to solve? You get bumped to number 11 on here, and go back to myspace... where you will be bumped to #3,987,632? I don't know much about taking steps back, since I only move forward, but that's a hell of a game of hopscotch right there. You know what? I don't even know where the link is to see the top ten. I just have to randomly find a name in red. There doesn't seem to be much of a pedestal for all this fighting you are doing. It's bottom-feeding politics. Let it go. You're losing years off your life to have your name in red on a free website.
To the rest of you:
You hear what I think of you every day and I mean every word. I write my stories, my songs, my poems, for you. I don't make money from it and I don't have any contracts in the works. I do it for fun, and for the feelings you get when you read them. The same reason I fight for this country. In both cases, it's mostly for fun LOL, but I consider the faithful appreciators a perk ;).
That's my rant. There's probably tons more, but I can only stay annoyed for about thirty seconds at a time. It's too nice of a day outside ;).
