Suspension of Disbelief

Oh don't we just love our icons and leaders? Mitt Romney and Mel Gibson first. Isn't it just nice to understand how far we've come from the 1950's. So very nice. Racism AND ethnic slurs. Beautiful isn't it. Just makes me want to machine gun people. At least I was right in my pessimism all along, that our country consisted of a few enlightened souls and a whole shitload of idiotic, tactless propaganda inboxes. And that brings me to Condy Rice. Isn't she just a spectacular diplomat? What ARE her qualifications? And she's going back and forth to the Middle East and around the world for us? Fuck, no wonder we're as screwed as we are. With that said, let us all rejoice in the two term limit. I know they made it because of a liberal, but at least it'll go to good use.

Many months ago, around New Years, I announced my resolution for the year and that I wanted to begin with a clean slate for 2006 whereby I carpet-forgave everyone who had ever hurt me, ever did anything to me at all, bar only one person, who at the time I could see no feasible way to forgive. But I've had a lot of time to sort through things over the past 101 days and I figured it was time to finish this little one off for good. For one, when they dwell on the past, does not live, does not evolve, is stuck in essence in a rut unwilling to let go on the has-beens and what-ifs of our life. **I would also just like to say right here and now that I don't care who reads this. It is personal, yes, very much so, but it is to my benefit for those who know me to know this little bit of very personal information. So please read on. And by all means never think that I'm unwilling to talk to you about any of it.** So here it goes in probably the most personal thing I've ever w...

We all go through periods where we hurt, where we suffer under the weight of our unapologetic minds. We see every worst case scenario play out in our mind's eye. Death, pain, loss... the whole shebang. ("She bangs! She bangs!" Damn that made me smile. Only on Fox.) We sit and dwell on every horrible thing, every painful word of rejection. Everything hurts. And nothing matters anymore. Nothing. How could life carry on? How could we carry on with so much pain building up inside? We just want to curl up and die. Some have it worse than others. We just want it to end. Just end. It hurts. It really really hurts sometimes you know. It feels like the weight of the world is pressing down on your chest. You can't breath. You can't speak. You can't even think. You are drowning in a pool of pain and suffering. And there is no chance to surface again. We hurt because we care. And, not being too boastful I hope, some of us care more than others. Ca...

Starting to write is the hardest part. After the first line sometimes you just sit there for a long while staring at the page. Staring. Staring. Staring. Get up get a drink. Watch some TV. Come back. Fuck it's still just a single line. But you want to do it, you REALLY do! But you can't. You can't think. ...Well actually you can think, just of everything other than what you want to talk about. Just like me right now. I wanted to talk about depression, but here we are another blog almost complete and I've yet to begin. I don't have the answers. Really, if I did I wouldn't be writing this right now. I'd be writing what I meant to say. But I guess as the end comes into focus, I'll have to content myself with knowing that eventually I'll get around to it. Just not now. Now, even though I still want to, I'm going to stop. I REALLY don't want to, but I will. It's just the way it always is. I can't help it. Just thought...

It's come to my attention that some people think I'm a little crazy. Well, let's clear the air: I am. Just a teensy bit. Somewhere deep down. Well, actually, it's rather close to the surface. In fact, sometimes I seem to emit it, so deep down would be a bit of a stretch. But you know, when it comes right down to it, I don't care. It just doesn't matter, I've got better things to do. Cause, in the end don't we all just want to be happy? I do. And if you're in my way, I'll just have to nudge you a bit. You know, a friendly tap, knock you back on track, get the gears moving again. The important thing is to enjoy life with the people you like and when it's all over you'll have no time for reminiscing because you'll still be living life up to the very end.

If the world were perfect there would be no reason to fear. There would be no reason to fight. Or to hurt another. Each and every one of us wants this "utopia" of ours to exist. Each and every one of us desires to have their utmost hidden desires fulfilled. And, barring a few exceptions, they should be fulfilled. Of course we'd leave genocidists and con artists back. And rapists and thieves. They need some extra attention. (Author's note: Hold that thought for next time.) Then we all gather together and agree not to discriminate and not to hate. Those who wish to do such, need not apply. We agree to respect the privacy of others and their rights as human beings regardless of race, creed, orientation, sex, ability, socio-economic status or any other divider society could think up. All those who disagree can again remain behind. Then we agree, in accordance with the above, that everyone is equal. There are no exceptions. We agree to dispose of crime in al...

People who appear toughest, hurt the most because they haven't got an outlet to let it all out. Ducks are one of few animals other than humans which engage in gang rape. Sexual activity clears the sinuses. Everyone today is trying to escape from their lives. Why can't we just fix the world we live in? The Church fears sex because hormones cause man to disobey the Church's rules. There is no truth, only perception. When people die in movies and whatnot they always say they have no regrets. Bull shit. I can think of forty or fifty right off the bat. Pollution is slowly killing us all, yet we continue to buy SUV's and burn fossil fuels. Let me tell you from someone who knows: ignorance is not bliss. Have you ever gotten lost in a foreign country? Well when you do, go on and tell me if it's bliss or not. The greatest books and movies of all time are quite long. Ignorance IS bliss for those who want to fool you. No god of mine would ever smite man. How many manifest...

So, we'll be waiting until after the November elections to find out if the proposed same-sex marriage ban will be on the ballots. All the better. Time is certainly an ally of GLBT's and their supporters. Perhaps just this once, yes the political process does work. Remember though, when the time comes it is your responsibility to get out there and vote for equal rights. This is more important than watching re-runs of Seinfeld, possibly the most important vote that will come about in our lifetimes. Be a part of it. And remember, odds are, that by the time you are a grandparent, one of your progeny will be GLBT. Would you like to be the one to look into their eyes and tell them that you were part of the reason they don't have the right to legally marry the one they love? If that doesn't help then let me ask one question. How do you know you're straight? Are you sure? I mean what tells you that you are in fact straight? Whatever it is, it's the same thing...

Massachusetts SJC ruled that if the legislature decides to put a same-sex marriage amendment on the November ballot then it would be legal to do so. Well, I can't help but be nervous about this one, but I'm still optimistic. As many of you already know my views on same-sex marriage, I will not rant here and now. Perhaps Wednesday after the legislature makes their decision. Manhattan building blows up, gas leak suspected. Not terrorism related. Well at least it wasn't terrorism, I wouldn't think that Bush's ratings could go lower. Iraq now semi-officially in civil war. I kinda thought that started three years ago. Bureaucracy, heh. It makes everything so complicated. Boy drowns trying to save two other boys at a charity picnic. Well that just sucks. (Slow news week)

I would like to say yes yet again another twisted press conference, but I can't. I could count the number of our President's press conferences on my fingers. You see he talks and talks, yet digging himself deeper into the floor. And I laugh and laugh. Hypocrisy abounds my friends. He won't answer hypothetical questions involving North Korea but will on Iran. Why? Because North Korea is far and away stronger than Iran. We could not in truth run a war in Afghanistan, Iraq, and then North Korea. It's not possible. We don't have the money. We don't have the resources. And we most certainly don't have the man power. Then he talks about how he cares for the people of North Korea. And the AIDS victims in Africa and the refugees of Darfur. Yet our President has cut funding to birth control and sexual education in Africa, the only way to stop AIDS before it starts. All because we should believe in abstinence only techniques. Guess what, adults above c...

Did you notice that we've stopped watching "reality tv" and now it's just TV? It still sucks, but now it's lumped together with all the other crappy programs on TV today. This year is the bikini's 60 anniversary. THIS IS NOT AN INVITATION FOR PEOPLE MARRIED FOR SIXTY YEARS TO WEAR BIKINIS! There are diurnal owls too. A street light has been flickering on my street for two months and no one's called to get it fixed for free by the city, but the moment a headlight begins to dim we take our cars to the shop to fix it at cost to us. Why do bottled waters taste different from each other? To anyone who ever thought bottled water wasn't a scam. Evian, the name of a brand of bottled water, written backwards spells "naive". If there's something called "deep space" is there also a "shallow space"? Is it between the ears of our president? Why do white socks never turn white again after their first use? The blue dye used in the so...

Well it occurred to me that I do a lot of opinionating here now and again. So below are what I consider to be the top five liberal news outlets online. They are all completely free and available to everyone. On the same train of thought, the links also will now permanently sit on the side bar directly above the Guest Book link. 1. http://www.tompaine.com/ - a personal favorite of mine. With well-written, professional liberal essays, very few ads (all on topic), and a clear mission statement, I find this to be the most accessible, functional, and practical liberal news site online today. 2. http://www.rawstory.com/ - news from all corners of the globe and all subjects, liberal of course. A little difficult to navigate, but well written. Biggest downside- numerous absurd ads. 3. http://www.commondreams.org/ - a vast archive of liberal op-ed's from the likes of Howard Zinn, Cindy Sheehan, and many, many others. 4. http://cursor.org/ - provides numerous links to magazines, newspa...

I'll tell you, life ain't like a box of chocolates. Sometimes you can know what you're gonna get. It's just those fools who think that it hasn't been staring them in the face for the last number of years that really have it coming to them. You see, I'd make a bet that it's completely possible to know exactly how someone's feeling at any moment of the day. And, more so, it is possible to read someone like a book, if you only push the right buttons, go about cracking their defenses the right way. It's devious really. But dead useful. Mothers seem to be particularly good at this I've noticed. They always seem to know what's wrong. But I'd beg to say that anyone can do it. You just have to look out for the signs. A twitch, a smirk, a tear. All signs of a feeling or idea. All information usable for your advantage. I know it can be devious. But dead useful to, remember. How better to better your relationships then to know exactly how your partn...

Life sucks sometimes you know, sucks the big one, but then sometimes it's real good.  I dunno why, but I'd sure like to find out. Hey, I'm not the happiest person in the world, I know that. But I try and that should count for something.  People don't really understand that well.  I have my reasons. You can cheer me up, make me happy, but really, you'll never understand.  And I don't blame you.  No I don't.  Not in the least.  I don't want people to know.  To know is to know weakness, pain, my innermost thoughts and desires.  To survive in this world you have to be strong.  Unfortunately that means alienating yourself from yourself sometimes,  think of Beetlebrox in Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy for example. I am not an emo asshole.  I don't like people who whine about their feelings I've never been in a band and I don't like their music.  I am too matured, a product of my life experience, to care.  I like graphic violence.  Oh hell ye...

The Arkansas high court has reversed a previous decision disallowing gay couples to adopt. ( http://www.arkansasnews.com/ ) Well it's about damn time. The U.S. Millitary describes homosexuality as a mental disorder despite most every expert denying this accusation. ( http://news.bbc.co.uk/ ) Now just be careful not to blame this on bureaucracy, it's actually what the government believes. Save us from the stupid! On July 4th, 2006, North Korea tested two short range missiles in direct violation of international regulations. The U.S. responded with brief chastisement. ( http://www.usatoday.com/ ) This just tells me that we'll invade countries weaker than ourselves but not those who have a chance of fighting back. And don't tell me we wouldn't've invaded Iraq if they tested anything larger than a bottle rocket. Ann Coulter is taking heat for yet again seemingly plagiarizing parts of her new book (Godless:et.al.) from various fully available sources. ( http://www...