Suspension of Disbelief

I just think it's funny how we curtail "good will to all men" and so forth to a predetermined period of time each year. Naturally, it comes at the end of the year, when we've all finished our blood-sucking and greedious endeavors for the year. It's a time to kick back and absorb the well wishes of your fellow man. Yet, that's too cold. I'll try and remain optimistic. Pessimism is best left for the other 11 months of the year. But December, oh that's a horse of a different color all together! When I think about it, the holiday season only means two things to me: Presents and peace and quiet. (So what if that's three things; it's two concepts. And who's writing this thing, you or me?) Presents and peace and quiet. Now I'm not being cynical again. Let me explain. During this season we are taught to set our differences aside and put up with relatives that we ordinarily wouldn't / couldn't. We are supposed to be kind and cordial to e...

Home for the holidays, now isn't that a novel thought. I thought "home is where the heart is." In which case, I've never left home; it's always come with me where ever I've gone. Hmm, maybe they meant metaphorically. Hopefully they did anyways. The way I see it, home is where you are most happy. During this holiday season, I came to thinking where home was for me. When I'm sitting at the DC for breakfast do I say I'm going back to the dorm or back home after class? For a while there it seemed sort of strange equating home with my 10 x 13 rectangle of paradise. But you know what, I think it grew on me. And, the more I think about it sitting here at "home" during winter break, the more it makes sense. For vacation, I'm heading to my mom and dad's house, my brother and sister's home. When vacation is done and classes recommence, I'm heading home.

In my life I've seen a ton of things, some good, most not. And when I sit back and reflect on my life, I realize the sheer number of possibilities that I've survived. Rightfully, by my count I should be dead at least three times over now. Seriously, not metaphorically, stone cold dead. 1986, 2000, 2002-3. And, probably more in there too. Yet I'm still here, albeit if not for modern medicine I wouldn't be so lucky. Then again, who's to say. I don't believe in predestination. Do you know what would make my life worth living? When I die and take up residence with God, the utterance of only one sentence would make life completely worth all the shit that was lived. "Through thick and thin, everything that you were, everything that you experienced and did, you did it all yourself." That's all I'd need to know. I love people who claim to be innocent, not that they are or aren't but that they are able to make that claim convincingly. Me, I'm no...

Reality defines generations, makes us who we are; yet reality is abstract, as no one reality can ever prove to be the "real reality." Reality is also ever changing and ever elusive. It is never the same thing to different people at any time or the same thing to the same people at different times. Experiences that we face mold and change our perception of the world around us in ways that we cannot possibly imagine. Reality is not the notion of an overarching principle by which all life is defined but rather it is the macrocosmic concept we use to describe the compilations of all our microcosmic experiences, desires, and aspirations. It is how we see the world. Of course, the world is not a perfect place; because of this reality becomes less simple. In the "real" world, reality is subject to interpretation by the body in control. It is this interpretation that is then forced upon the masses as a means of control. In this way, reality can be altered through the use of ...

Well, we're on our way to lawfully discriminate against a sect of our society here in Massachusetts. As of last weekend, it was announced that "they" now have 120,000+ signatures (twice as many as "they" needed) to put a constitutional amendment onto the ballot defining marriage as between "one man and one woman". Where did these votes come from? Conservative Christians, of course, the signature sheets were sent around parishes for much of the last year. What a separation of church and state we have. Better yet, isn't it just special that the Catholic Church has decided that it has a role to play in government affairs. Because those who don't sign the petition will go to hell of course. Three words: Crock of shit. They argue that homosexuality is unnatural, that it is a sin, that there is a sanctity to marriage. Yet, no one's god has come down from on high and proclaimed that the sexual urges of one tenth of the population (extrapolated to ...

1. Mace him. 2. Flatulence. 3. Flip him the bird. 4. Call 911, ask for a date. 5. Make a pass at an officer of the same sex, hope they're straight. 6. Three words: Traffic Light Challenge. 7. Moan when he pats you down. 8. Pet the dog in his backseat. 9. #8 again, because it means at least three different things. 10. Crazy Glue lawn gnomes on the hood of his cruiser. -Fly Free Forever.

To continue my ventings... I've changed my mind. Not on the aforementioned of course, but on what I want to say now. Privacy. Elected officials are people. Law enforcement officers are people. We are people. What gives some people the right to tell other people that they need to give them access to their things? Especially so, who gave them that right when we've done nothing wrong. Are we punishing people before they commit crimes that they weren't going to commit in the first place? Don't get me wrong. I'm all for restricting the rights of people who have broken the law, though only during their sentence period. And, I believe in restricting the rights of people who outrightly appear to be ready to commit a crime (man running with gun down the street, drunk drivers, etc.) But what I don't believe in is restricting the rights of everyone for the sake of capturing the few. I don't want to pass through metal detectors to get into my high school. I don't wa...

I realize that my previous comments may upset a good portion of the population and I would like to take this time to set the record straight. 1. I don't care. People are too touchy today. No one is allowed to say their mind without it being taken offense of. 2. For those who hold the believe that the moral majority exists I say the following: War is moral. The death penalty is moral. Cutting the taxes of the rich while letting the poor suffer is moral. GWB is a moral and righteous person. Death to Communism. Death to Socialism. Death to fascism. I think you get my point. 3. If you believed a word I said above: You're dumb. 3. (Because the above didn't count) Liberal Guilt: a term that conservatives give to compassion because they cannot comprehend the feeling themselves. 5. (Because 3 doesn't count and 3 counts twice) Political Correctness: Pussies. 6. & 9. (because those numbers just go together) Distraction: So how many people have lost jobs in this country in the...

Morality is a concept not a prerequisite of the Republican party, lest we forget certain events like Watergate, I'm sure that was morally sound. The free market economy is only supported by conservatives for two reasons, one: to increase the population of people buying companies crap so as to increase profits, and two: because cheaper labor equal greater profit. Individual liberty like from the Patriot Act? Or maybe a constitutional amendment banning gay marriage? Surely these increase individual liberties not curtail them. Justice is an abstract concept that only the foolish would contribute solely to the conservatives. There is no protection from criminals, they will always exist if one is taken off the streets others will replace them especially when the economy is what it is today. Homeland security is a construct of the Bush administration meant to frighten people into forgetting that the economy is in shambles. No amount of money will ever secure our boarders. Furthermore, it...

I hate junk mail. It's only purpose is to entice it's reader into buying a product that they wouldn't have ordinarily bought. I hate opening the mailbox and pulling out a handful of these propaganda-esque envelopes. Don't we all. But my hatred doesn't end there, no sir (or ma'am...), I've reached a whole new level of rage towards wayward mail just today. Every Thurs.-Sat. I sort mail for the Webster-Dickinson cluster at UMass Amherst. Now, this job does entitle a slight propensity towards junk mail hatred, if the 3000+ spam I cleared out of my email account yesterday wasn't enough, but no, today I sorted 600 separate pieces of mail from Capital One. Free credit cards, hah, take it and they've got you hooked. But I digress... That wasn't what annoyed me really, I sort junk mail all the time (maybe a third of all mail I sort) but this time, I knew for a fact that not only was it junk mail that everyone was just going to throw out, also I found that...

I'd like to take this time to better describe the description of my blog. If for anyone, for myself. A forum of the unwillingly two-faced: Sometimes we feel that we live seperate lifes one internally and one externally. This blog is for those whose internal is screaming for release. the rantings of a mad man: Not the rantings of a "madman", I'm not crazy. This is just a place for my maddening thoughts to roam free, a sort of free-range internal zoo. and the victims of the invisable, indelible systems: A spelling error, shit. Irregardless, and yes in my mind that is a word (a word is a sound that conveys meaning [and you know what I'm meaning])... Irregardless, in society there are those who have and those who have not. This is true of all societies regardless of design. There is no utopia. This blog is for those of us who have been to the proverbial mountain and come back (for some inexplicable reason) and for those whom life periodically treads on. for th...

VIRUS, OH PESTILENCE, SICKNESS TO THE EARTH, THE WORLD IN YOUR GRIP... BEAUTY ADN MIRTH, THORNED FURY PASSION FOR THE FIGHT, LEGIONAIRE OF FATE, HARBINGER OF BLIGHT, PASS OVER ME, THY SCALEOUS GAIT. TAKE ME NOT TO MY UNFORSAKEN FATE. Copyright: "As You Like It: As Seen on TV (Special Edition)" 2005.

I remember the night�� The building was dark, A museum of sorts. It was peaceful there. But, as I walked up and down those vacant halls, Something was just not right. It started as a feeling, Deep down inside. It grew. Something was watching�� Waiting�� Stalking��. Through the deep piercing shadow of shadows, A man, A man searching for me. Invisible, But ever present. The cloaked man of deepest dark, Elusive, Eternally watchful. Peaceful no more, I ran. Up the stairs. Up, up, up, To the top of the flight, To the top floor. Looking down the dim hall, Again nothing but dark, But he IS there. Somewhere in wait, For me. Deep down I felt him step, In the dark as I go on, Faster than before. Up, up, up. The footsteps, Thunderous treads on my soul, Now louder than ever before. Stop! The highest level, Nowhere to run. I could go no further. The man still in pursuit, I entered the door, Closing it behind, Locking it in vain. As though one could keep him out, I ran to the open window, Peered out...

One night, a long time past, Stumbling through the darkness, The cold icy drops of rain Hitting my face, As I dragged IT behind me. Up and down the dunes, Wet and icy like the wind, I stumbled on, Pulling IT behind me. On and on, I went, Through the darkness of night. Still wet, And icy cold, Still dragging IT along. On, and on, Past the dark pier, Through even icier gusts now, Up the hill, Up into a room of logs. Off comes the heavy coat, Onto the rack, Letting go of IT, Down by the fire, Where IT sits, My very wet dog Rex. Copyright "As You Like It: As Seen on TV (Special Edition)" 2005.

This came from a previous comment on my first blog. I later decided that it should take up space. I set up this blog as a vent for a ranter and his like. Though I primarily created this page for my own reasons, feel free to comment or post something of your own. Talk about anything you want. Nothing is taboo here. Feel free to vent. But I digress, the purpose of this blog was to create sanity in a sea of insanity. I don't judge; I don't discriminate; I don't hate. If you follow these principles you can write whatever you want. If you write hate I will delete it. But otherwise, have fun.

A screech in the silence, Treads to a tree, Wrapped around you are, A birch and SUV. Pain for but a second, A flash in the pan, Darkness comes swiftly To the greatest of man. There is no escape, As the world goes cold. Time hath sent vengeance To a man not yet half old. Yet time will go on. (Though not for you.) The world stops for no man. I wish that weren't true.

The greatest mistake you can make in life is continually fearing that you'll make one. -Elbert Hubbard

We are who we are. Nothing can change that. Why then does society spend so much time trying to be something they are not? You spend a detrimental numbers of hours looking at yourselves through the mirror of society. I'm too fat. I'm ugly. I'm too short, too tall, too old, the wrong color, sex, orientation... You are who you are on the inside and nothing outside should be allowed to change that. Yet you listen to them. They mold your thoughts, warp your mind into their profits. You look for acceptance from others when the most important opinion comes not from outside but from within. You will not be happy until you come to terms with yourself. A new car won't fix your problems, nor will the new jeans, haircut, friends, location... To be happy in life you must first be happy with yourself. Don't let others tell you that the content of your being is worth less than the content of there's. The scum that is society feeds on the weak. The weak only become so willingly...