Suspension of Disbelief

In this post-9/11 American culture, fear is a norm. Of course, both fear and the "post-9/11 culture" are cliches. 9/11 didn't change America, we did. And fear wasn't the name of the game of Americans until we made it that too. We made fear the national past time. Fear. Fear. Fear. From agoraphobia to xenophobia and everywhere in between, this is a nation of scared children. This nation cannot live up to the fact that it's little dream bubble was popped by three fucking airplanes. Get over it. We are no less safe today than we were on 9/10. It's a fallacy created by the neo-con minority, then in power, as a means to grab control of our lives out of under us. It's worked too. You fear everything today. You suspect every foreign person is an enemy and a hater of your ideals. You're afraid as you walk down the street, ride the bus, get the mail, or even stop at a red light. They might get you. After all, everyone's out to get you. Cle...

Who decided that wavy lines will determine whether or not something in a sketch is hot? Why are toilet seats separate from toilets? I'd think that they would just be part of the bowl. It would certainly be cleaner if they were all one solid piece. Why do we use the terminology "end of the runway" for the place where planes take off from? Logically speaking shouldn't that spot be the beginning of the runway? Sounds like an accident waiting to happen. And... If you don't support marriage in a legal sense... (you don't think that the government should have a say in civil marriage) then what do you call your in-laws?

Looking back at the last couple of months, clearly I have been out of my groove. It's time to get back on my game with Rantings of a Mad Man Part XXII... 1. Guantanamo Bay spits in the face of the American forefathers. Almost literally too. In 1775, John Adams represented in court those British soldiers who had fired on American colonists (albeit accidentally), an event which would later be called the Boston Massacre. Why did he do this? He did this because he believed that to create, nay to earn, the right to have the freedoms that we desire, that we must uphold those same freedoms regardless of the instance. John Adams represented the British soldiers because he wanted to make an example to show the colonists how Americans will treat others. So, onto Guantanamo Bay, a place where the American government today holds people without trial, without evidence, and for undetermined amounts of time simply because of a baseless fear that they might not like us enough to want to kill...

Sit here and feel like shit. They say that the world doesn't revolve around you. But when you're sitting alone how can't it? The world revolves around you. It turns because of how you feel it feels because of how your mood turns even if only in your own eyes. Sitting alone you are the world to yourself and the world is you. Everything good and everything bad sits plainly beside you, floating in and out of thought. Regret conquers rejoice. Rejection conquers relief. Remorse conquers even the most stalwart and resolute of good intentions. You sit and dwell and don't like what you see. The times you've bent and broken to life, to people, to your own doubts and fears. You don't like what you feel and you don't know how to fix it. You sit alone. I've seen it, if once then a thousand times. You sit and dwell and the world closes in. No light in your day, no stars in your night, just grey. A great mass of swirling grey that pulls you and tugs you...

I know it's been a while since my last post. This semester has turned out to be busier than I had anticipated. Much busier. For instance. I teach at a local high school from 7:30am to 2:00pm 5 days a week. Then, on Mondays I go to work from 4:30pm until 10:30pm. On Tuesdays and Thursdays I have a class at 2:30pm and on Thursdays I have a second class at 5:00pm. I tutor at another local high school on Wednesdays at 2:40pm until 5:30pm! On Fridays I work the same as Mondays. On Saturdays I work then too. Sunday I have to do everything that isn't done for the next week, including all work for my two classes and all work corrected or created for teaching. Fun huh. Beats the hell out of me when I'm going get to have any fun again. Probably never. At least that's how it looks now. If I even get dinner with friends anymore, that's pushing it. I'm the bad guy because of it too. I'm the bad guy because I have so much to do that I'm being apparentl...