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I’ll just dive right in, I have somethings pent up on my mind, so its time to do what I do best, vent.

1. McDonald’s: Why the fuck did you decide to ruin my happy meal experience and place all of your nutritional facts on your food? Are you kidding me? Why? If I want to eat a big fatty greasy Big Mac and some fresh fries ordered without salt (So I know they are made fresh and then just ask for salt packets) and ejoy the artery clogging goodness of it, then why are you trying to ruin it? I know people try suing you because the food makes them fat, or the coffee is too hot, but I think I am going to sue you for ruining my dining experience. I can’t escape the confines of some health fucking nut telling me that I am going to die from eating at the golden arches. You know what, let me be fat and happy and play with my penny toy that was made by some chinese toddler and clog my arteries. You don’t see me worried about you choking on some nuts do you?

2. Fazoli’s Drive thru: So my boy Matty and I went to Fazoli’s a couple weeks ago and the rocket scientist takes our money and tells us to move ahead and wait for our food. I look behind us and there is no one. So why am I moving forward? Not to mention that where he told us to move to makes it impossible for anyone to drive around us or in front of us. He also gave us a number. What? Are you for real? Why? About 10 minutes later a van gets behind us and pulls up to the window, they are waiting for their food as well. So now what? Do we pull ahead, stay, what? Not to mention that this is Fazoli’s. Why the fuck am I waiting 10+ minutes for some noodles slopped on a plate with some ragu? Not to mention the fact that I have to pay 3 bucks for 12 bread sticks because its too go, but I could sit my ass in your restaurant and eat until my tummy’s delight for free. Stupid place. Never again.

3. HIPPA signs at pharmacy: So I went to the pharmacy and they have this little sign up that says, “For the privacy of yourself and others, please stand behind the sign, this is a HIPPA issue for all of our customers.” Sounds good, but its only like 5 feet away. I can still see you giving the birth control pills and explaining the potential risks to the teenager in front of me. Not that I care or anything, but what if she had something else like the clap, I don’t want to know that shit and I don’t want to hear it. Not to mention I don’t want them to hear about me picking up suppositories for my grandpa. Not that I care, if they want to hit me outside of the store for some contraband, be my guest, but what makes you think a sign standing 5 feet from the pharmacy counter is going to create any sort of privacy???? They need to have some sound proof noise canceling head phones up in that shit to prevent all of the other busy bodies from over hearing whats going on.

4. Lakeland College Billboard: I’m not sure how many of you out there have been driving as of late, but if you have, please be on the look out for the new Lakeland College Billboard. There is this picture of this young girl holding her books and smiling. If you happen to be the girl that posed for the picture I will apologize ahead of time, but seriously, you look fucking retarded. I think the caption on the Billboard should state the following: “Lakeland College, where our football team doesn’t where helmets but are students do.” Seriously, what the hell were you thinking approving that Billboard? Maybe it looked fine on the small monitor of your office, but when you blow that picture up, and things get distorted, she looks like a Dee Dee Dee. My recommendation, change it ASAP.

5. Hair: Okay, I was shopping this weekend, and low and behold there is this young couple that has the same fucking hair style. Am I back to the 80’s or what? Last time I checked if you aren’t a rocker or sporting a mullet, then you better not have hair that is like your girlfriends. And no, she was not a dyke, she was actually semi decent looking, but dude, you look like a bad transgender surgery.

6. Women’s suits: Speaking of the 80’s, who the hell had the idea to bring back shoulder pads in women’s suits? This is not retro, or avant garde, its called a really bad decade of big hair, acid wash jeans, and crappy clothing. Ladies, if I were you I would be fucking pissed off that all of the magazines want you to look like bean poles but then on the flip side they want you to go out and buy a business suit that makes you look like a gay football player. Its ridiculous. Don’t do it, don’t buy into the hype, its ugly! Who the hell thinks someone with brouder shoulders is sexy….oh that’s right, some skinny wench of a gay dude designing womens clothing. The paradox of your times!

7. Children and FB: This may cause some stir out there, but I have a huge pet peeve. In the event you have a child that is on the computer and is under the legal age in the US, you better monitor their ass and make sure that they do not send me a friend request. The things on my mind are uncensored and are meant for adults only. Its not intended for the weak or faint of heart, nor is it intended to be a stomping ground to take back to your friends back at school, its meant for me to comment on the current situation of stupidity in this world. For real. I get this invite from one my friends children, and I’m like WTF? Are you kidding me? 1. Why are you even on FB? Do you really have that many friends that you need a computer application to manage all of them? 2. Why the hell are you fucking requesting me to be your friend? I barely socialize with people over the age of 23, most likely including your parents, let alone the under age crowd. 3. Do your parents know you are on the net looking for trouble? 4. I don’t want to hurt your feelings when you hear me say how fucking dumb you and all of your teeny bopper friends are….the truth hurts and you are too young to be cynical. 5. You do realize this is WI and there are a lot of white cargo vans running around…stay off the net, too many pedophiles.

8. NBA and Tattoo’s: Okay, now granted I am a huge Basketball fanatic and I love me some Kenyon Martin, Lebron James, and Carmello Anthony, but what is with all the fucking tattoo’s? Really. I was watching the NBA playoffs this weekend, and its as if in order to play in the NBA you have to have a sleeve, or a ton of tattoo’s. Even lame ass Chris Andersen has a sleeve. Are you kidding me? White boy with a sleeve in order to be “tough” like the rest of his team? Go fly a kite bird man. Do you have so much money that you have nothing else to spend it on other then getting inked up? Or do you get inked, then decide you don’t like it, get it erased with a laser, and then get re-inked? Seriously. You know, I remember reading about a time in history in which getting tattoo’s and branded wasn’t all that cool and acceptable, it’s called slavery and the Holocaust. So why after fighting that hard for your freedom and all do you go out and actually pay someone to put all of these messed up tattoo’s on your body?

9. More tattoo’s: What the fuck are scientist going to say about us and our civilization when they unbury our asses hundreds of years from now and see all the fucked up weirdo’s with all of their tattoo’s and piercings? Are they going to think it was some ritual and rite of passage? Are they going to think we were neandrethals and unruly just as we think about the civilizations of our past? People its fucked up. If a higher power wanted you to have green skin, she would’ve made you that way. If you were meant to have a silver fucking ring in your lip, you would’ve been born that way. And don’t give me this bullshit self expression crap. There are plenty of ways to express yourself. Its called using the fucking dictionary and using your words, create a song, a story, a poem, a piece of art, anything. For those of you who think its about the “process” and the “pain”, well come on over to my place, I will take out all of my agression on you and beat the living shit out of you with my shovel, this way I get out all of my agression and you get to feel the “pain” that you crave. Less money and we kill two birds with one stone. Fucking lame ass retards!

As always, feel free to send me your comments and opinions, or make them on here. I welcome and encourage them. To those of you that I may have offended, go get a tattoo and don’t read my blog!

Mall Observations

Not sure how many of you go to the mall and make observations on the people you see and the things you witness, but I do. So sit back, grab a bag of chips, a soda, and enjoy.

1. Couples: Is it just me or has anyone ever noticed how couples tend to morph into one another. What I mean is that they tend to wear the same types of clothes, have the same style, same facial expression, walk the same way. Even people that I may have known, when I see them with their significant other, its as if once saying I do, that they begin to lose all independence and the transformation into one being occurs. Scary. Thought makes me cringe. Give me argyle or give me death!

2. Goth: So I am sitting in the mall and all of a suddent there is this group of like 12 year olds walking by me and they are all wearing black clothing, have black bands around their neck, dark make up on, and walking around with smiles on their faces. What the fuck? Are you serious. you are like in what? 6th grade? What the fuck do you have to be pissed off and depressed about? Since when is being gothic a fashion statement? Last time I checked gothic meant someone that is severely dark and troubled, depressed, and their feelings perspire from their soul and manifests into their dress. Gothic is not something to be smiling about, nor is it a trend. Parents…..what the fuck are you thinking letting your kids go out in public like this? Do you not take a minute to look at your kids before they walk out the door. Seriously.

3. Short Shorts: Who in the hell is the designer making short shorts for babies? Are you a fucking pedophile? Did you get out of prison and think hmmmm, I think I will use my talents for the young by designing them clothes. Why the fuck would anyone buy short ass shorts for their babies and toddlers, let alone actually put them in the clothes to wear out in public.  Kids grow up fast enough as it is, and there are enough sickos in the fucking world that you do not have to push it by dressing your 12 month child in some trashy ass hooker shit.

4. Bustiers: Again, sitting in the mall and I see this girl who can be no more then like 14 wearing this low cut bustier, short shorts, and go go boots past her knees. She had the misfortune of being a girl that developed early. So as I am sitting on the bench, these two fat slobs across from me, whistle to one another, wink their eyes, and give that little head bob thing to check her out. Dude, your like the size of 10 of her, not to mention you are like 3 times her age. You fat Jabba the Hut assholes. You have to be kidding me. Whats wrong with you? Oh wait, I forgot, this is WI and we typically let our pedophiles roam free and live in college neighborshoods. Let me guess, you work at build a bear, right? And again, parents, what the fuck are you thinking allowing your daughter to go out in public dressed as a tramp? Put some clothes on, its snowing today you idiots!

5. Tattoo’s: Okay, now don’t get me wrong, I think tatoo’s can be sexy at times. Then again, I also am sitting in the mall thinking to myself that some of the tattoos and places people place them are completely idiotic. For example, why the hell would you place a tattoo on the back of your neck when your hair covers it? What’s the point? So you can wear a pony tail and people can see your name, or the name of some idiot on the back of your neck. Wouldn’t it havebeen easier to just place a iron on sticker on the back of your clothing so you can remember what your name is and how to spell it for christs sake? Abd the dude that has a mohawk with a tattoo on the side of his scalp. What the fuck were you thinking? I am drunk and want to be manly, so I will shave my head and get a tattoo of a dragon on my head. Dumb ass. Now it looks as if the dragon shit your head out of its ass. Then again, that’s probably where your brains are, so never mind. I wonder to myself, what the hell are future achealogists going to say when they uncover our remians and see some of the fucked up people with numerous tattoo’s all over their bodies, and the fucked up body piercings. Will they say, it was the mark of the devil? Will they say that we were savages and tribesman that showed our virility based on the number of markings on our skin? I highly doubt that they will think we were intelligent as the Aztecs with all of the messed up shit we do to our bodies. Retarded!

6. Mall walking: Since when did this become in vogue? If you are not at the mall to shop, then go to a fucking gym, or better yet, go outside and walk off your fat ass. Do not jam up my aisle and hallway when I am trying to shop and get the hell out of the mall. Do you see these insane speed walking people. They get going and expect you to move out of their way because they need to go to the entrance of the store to make it ‘count’ as a full lap. This isn’t a rat race nor is it a track. Get the fuck out of my way, be considerate since I am there to spend money, and get these no shopping, soliciting mother fuckers out of the way so we can all move a little easier. Not to mention, why do they all leave their jackets on one bench???? I waited until they all walked by, then I took them all and moved them to random locations. Teach you up for leaving your shit and messing with me. You want to walk, now go find your shit fuckers!

7. Walking: Since when is there a rule as to what side of the mall you have to walk on? Has anyone else ever noticed this? Why is it that everyone walks in the forward direction so that the stores are on their right hand side? Are all of us that much of conformists that we dare not break the unwritten rule and walk on the opposite side of the mall in the opposite direction? Try it, you will piss the hell out of people and they will look at you like you are a drunk driver going the wrong way on a one way street. People, dare to be different. Stand out in a crowd, walk in a different direction then everyone else. Slaves to conformity!

 

8. Mall Patrol: I feel sorry for these rent a cops. Not only do they have to dress up in some polyestor gay outfit and wear a big hat, but they have to wear their batman utility belt with nothing on it. Like what do you have the authority to place in your belt? Keys, flashlight, batteries, mall directory? Where’s your lasso, gun, bullets, stun gun? What are you going to do, laugh me down and capture me? I doubt it. Not to mentionthat most of you are the most unathletic pathetic jackasses I have ever seen. I don’t think you could catch someone in a wheel chair let alone someone speed walking. What’s your real purpose? Unless a store reports something, you can’t do shit. All you do is walk around and look helpless.

I dare do all that may be man, who does more is none.

Pet Peeves

Well its time for me to quite being so in depth and retrospective and getting back to the real topics that everyone is interested in, those things that piss me the fuck off.

Check Out Lanes:

1. So last night I am at good old Walmart (where I can always count on getting a good laugh or story) and am in line to check out. This lady in front of me with her hair from the 1970’s and tinited blue gets all crabby when I place my items on the conveyor belt and whips one of those little plastic bars in between her items and mine. Lady, do you really think that they are going to ring up my cards and motor oil with your trial size bottles of shave gel, shampoo, and razors? I doubt it. And if they do, I will make sure to let them know of the mistake. I am not going to have my items end up in your order. Fucking anal retentive coupon whoring marge simpson haired woman. Let it go. Quite with the attitude.

2. Placing her purse on the conveyor belt. What the fuck? Its bad enough you got all huffy and placed the little bar seperator between orders, but then to push all of my items back down the conveyor belt as I am trying to unload my cart to be checked out, to have you push them all back down towards me so you can rest your fucking suit case of a purse to find your wallet. Are you kidding me? Lady, they put a little shelf next to the register and the key pad for your credit/debit card at chest level so you can place your purse and sort through all the unnecessary crap in their until you finally find your preferred method of payment. You do not have to shove all of my items inthe opposite direction that the belt is moving, bending my cards, tipping my oil over, and just being a bitch. Seriously. You must die!

3. Coupons: I like anyone else out there in this wonderful economy is looking for easy ways to save money. Hell, I even think coupons are like free money and enjoy using them as well. But if you are checking out, waiting in line, take the time to pull all of your coupons and make sure that what you are trying to use is actually in the cart to be purchased. Time is money too you know. So not only have you pissed me off by bending my cards that I am sending out to my fan club, but now you are going to sit there and make the cashier go through your entire order because you can’t remember if you bought a bottle of shampoo? Then you are going to argue that the little travel size bottle of shampoo that is typically free at a hotel and costs like 50 cents should qualify for a $1 coupon? Seriously? No wonder this economy sucks, we have dumb asses like you trying to cheat the system and screw the rest of us. Get out of my way before I run you over with my shopping cart and make myself smile like the rollback face!!

American Idol: I know that there are plenty of you out there that still think this show is wonderful. You are welcome to your opinions. I on the other hand think this show is overdone, old, and am sick and tired of seeing the same smelly pit stained grey shirt on the too good for us Simon. Actually, I really don’t give a shit in general about the entire show. Although I will admit I still have a thing for Paula, but I can get over not seeing her on my screen weekly. What I am pissed off about is that I DVR the show Fringe which happens to be on immediately after American Idol. The last two weeks the crummy live shows have ran over minutes and cut into my Fringe, which means that when I watch it on DVR, I miss the last 10 minutes of something that is worth watching. Seriously? Can’t I block American Idol and just watch Fringe? Now I have to go through and re-set my DVR box and go to the internet to watch the episode all over again. All I have to say is that Ryan Seacrest is fucking lucky I can watch Fringe online, or I would come to that Kodak theater and kick his ass off the stage. American Idol….since when does anyone want to idolize Clay Aiken, Rueben Studdard, Fantasia, or the old dude with grey hair that can’t sing if his life depeneded on it???? People, get a hobby, Idol sucks and all the people that should’ve won, don’t. Go figure.

Door Holding: I am not sure what ever happend to common courtesy, but why is it that people are either in too much of a hurry or are so self centered that they can not stop for two seconds and the hold the door open for another individual. I am coming out of a store last night and have my hands full of bags when this person rushes in front of me. I am thinking, this person is going to be nice and hold the door open for me. No! Instead the fucker runs to the door, swings it open, and rushes out ahead of me just to let it fly right back in my face as I am helpless due to my hands being full. So excuse me for trying to be more healthy and actually carry my shit to the car instead of using a cart. So you decide to be an asshole and beat me to the door because you may have to wait 2 seconds to get through since my hands are full. Ugh!

Door Holding Part 2: So this morning I held the door open for this woman to allow her to go through before me and to be a gentleman. This rug munching feminist gets all uppity and looks at me and says, I can open the door myself and do not need a man to open or hold it open for me. Are you kidding me lady? Seriously? Since when does my holding the door open for you instill a sense of degradation, weakness, and forcing my will on you? You were going to walk through the same fucking door as I was and all I was doing was trying to be nice. Next time I will make sure to swing the door back in your face you little carpet munching bitch!

Wait Staff: When I go someplace to eat, that basically is my intent, to go and eat. So why is it that some places are now teaching their waitstaff to try and be all fake nice and friendly, to the point of sitting down next to me at my table to make small talk and take my order. First of all, if I am there with family and friends, I do not want you taking a seat next to us and trying to join in on our conversation. You are there to serve, so take my order, be friendly, bring my drinks and food to me on a timely basis, and check back to make sure we have everything we need. Comprende? If you can do that, you will get a nice tip, if not, you can take your phoney ass bullshit small talk and shove it where the sun doesn’t shine. We are not going to go hang out after your shift, and its not going to get me to buy the appetizer when I do not want one.

Drinks of the Day: Why is it that when I go to some restaurants they are always trying to tell me about the drink of the day? If its noon, or before say 5:30pm, and I am sitting at a table, booth, or anyplace away from a bar, what makes you think I want to drink? I understand this is Wisconsin and we are mostly alcoholics, but if its that early in the day and I am not bellied up to the bar, then I sure as hell do not want a drink. Hell I am probably still drunk from the night before. Dumb asses.

Facebook: (I have a lot to say, but will save majority of it for another post) In the event you come across my blog and wonder why I ignored your friend request, this will explain it. If I never talked to you in grade school, high school, college, or if we got into an altercation, or if we just plain out did not like each other, what the fuck makes you think I want to be your friend in the virtual world? If I couldn’t stand you in real life, what makes you think I can stand you in the virtual world? Do you really think for one moment that I want you to be a stalker into my life and see what I do and with whom I do things with? Hell no. And please do not send me an email after I delete/ignore your friend request asking me why I ignored you. Its simple. I didn’t like you then, I don’t like you in the real world, and I am for sure as hell not going to allow you access into my virtual world which is a reflection in my reality.

Photos: Okay, I am just like everyone else. I enjoy taking photo’s from time to time, creating a snap shot of a memory from something I am doing, to allow me to reflect back on it later on in life. I think we all enjoy that. What I am getting pissed off with are those people that have a camera glued to their fucking eyeball 24/7. You know what I mean. The person that has like 2500 pictures on their facebook page or flickr or photobucket documenting every single minute of everything that they do. Unglue the camera from your eye and observe what is going on in front of you and take a picture with your mind. You miss out on half the action because you are observing life through a lens more then you are participating in it. Not to mention I can not stand the photo fuckers that take a million pictures of a birthday cake just to then turn around and say, “Hey look at the picture I just took of the cake.” What? I just witnessed it, I do not need to look at the picture and give you two thumbs up that you captured the moistness and deliciousness of the cake. Fucking retards!

State of My Mind

My Philosophy

It has been quite sometime since I have had to the ability to sit down and just write. So today, this is exactly what I am doing. Writing. Writing allows my mind to wander and be free. It allows me to develop and ponder questions.  So, with that comes a new question I pose to thyself, what is your philosophy? So with that, its definition time. 

Philosophy is defined as the rationale investigation of the truths and principles of being, knowledge, or conduct. It is a system of principles for guidance in practical affairs. So that being understood, My philosophy is my personal investigation of what I see as being true of which will lead me to the understanding of myself, those around me, to knowledge, and a way of thinking and guiding my choices and behaviors in everyday life. 

So where does it all begin? It begins with my essence, where everything comes from in my life, my heart. I have heard it all in my lifetime..hate, joy, prejudice, dishonesty, morality, justice, truth, lies, deceit, propaganda…all ends of the spectrum, from good versus evil, to rich versus poor, to black versus white, as well as the ignorant versus the knowledgable. With all of these different spectrums, including an environment which would lead most to a self fulfilling prophecy of being incarcerated, drug slinging, being broke and poor, pregnant out of wedlock, or husslin’….I decided to use the power that I possessed with in my heart to lead myself to a new way of life. I decided to listen to the quiet whisper in my heart, late at night when nothing else can be heard, and to follow it as it lead me in life. 

Although it has been difficult at times, due to being led into directions of heart ache and pain, it has laways led me to what has been true and what was meant to be experienced. Even at this point in my life, when things are clear to me, it still lead me to a point of being decieved and being hurt by those that were very close to me, yet even through all of that hurt and dismay, I have come to a conclusion of taking the higher ground and allowing their mistake and their choice, to be their punishment. 

We all make mistakes, as much as we always want to make the right choices in life, jobs, education, raising our children, with our parents, in choosing a partner in love….at times we all make mistakes, or at least decisions in which we see as being a mistake. I do not see it as such. I see it as that everything in life happens for a reason. As long as we truly listen to the voice of our heart, and we follow that direction, then nothing can be a mistake, but rather an experience that we are destined to explore, and in that exploration it leads to an ever evolving change that allows me to grow as a person, as a being, it allows my heart to become stronger. 

Genetics defines what we are, but who we are is ever evolving and consistently changing on a daily basis. From the first moment of a sperm fertilizing an egg, the code has been set as to what we are encoded to be…..but it is the inner sanctum of the heart, the mind, and our emotions that leads us in becoming who we are at any given moment. I have found in my life, that the mind likes to speak loudly and carry a big stick. People can control and convince their minds of feelings and thoughts, but when one looks deep with in ones heart, that is where the truth resides. Think about it. You can look at someone and have an instant animalistic attraction towards that person…..but does that mean you love them? No. All it means is that your mind is programmed to look at a certain set of characteristics and then it makes you think that you are attracted or in love with that person. But it is the stepping in of the heart that allows you to be sad when that person is gone, upset when that person ticks you off, loved when that person wraps their arms around you, safe when you hear them voice to you that they love and care for you. Its all those actions that leads your heart to feel. Its that feeling of the heart, that listening to the truth that allows one to live freely and without condition and constraint.

Science and mathametics can explain what we are, but it can not define who we are as a being. It is this one uncontrollable “X” factor that allows people to rise to the top and to create things never thought of possible. Its our hearts that allow us to make the impossible possible. 

I made a choice early on in my life that I was going to live by my heart, and not by my mind. In doing so, it has led my life to take a course and a path that I never thought imaginable or even possible. My heart has allowed me to have my friends, my family, and my angels. My heart has allowed me to share of myself with others, and to give my love to them, and in exchange, they have done the same for me…..and with that love, it has had the power to bring me back from a death sentence.  It has allowed me to become an asterisk on the lives of those I have met and continue to meet. 

In following my heart I have met some wonderful people. I have met those future leaders of business and industry, or state and society. I have met some incridible women that have the power and the skills to make their mark on this world, and that I know will change the world for the better. I believe that it is the women of this world that will lead us to bigger and better things, to living and becoming a world in which all is possible. Men tend to have the power to destroy, it is the gift of women that allow things to grow, to be nurtured, to allow love to flourish as it should. Woman may have been created form the rib of man, but quite possible maybe that was all that was perfect about man in the first place? Maybe the second time around was the creation of all things being made possible by the nurturers of love and the heart???? 

I live my life in order to do service for those less forutunate or in a time of need. To give of myself to those that are afflicted with cancer, their families, and to make what is a difficult time in their lives one that becomes bareable and possible to deal with. I want to give hope and a fighting chance to those that might abandon all hope. I do my work becuase I want to make a positive impact on the world. When I leave this world, I do not want my name to be remembered, but I want the way I lived my life to have been noticed, and a seed to be placed in the hearts of my friends, those people I have met, and that maybe a little something in them changed as well, which means that I live on in them. 

Perhaps: People will  doubt the fact that they ever met or encountered someone as myself, but the change will have been made, and at night, in the middle of the darkness as they hear themselves breathing and their hearts beating, they will finally be able to hear the quiet voice of their hearts speaking to them, and my footnote on their life will be made. 

So my philosophy is as such: 
1. Live life by listening to the quiet voice of ones heart late at night when it speaks to you. 
2. Love makes the impossible possible. 
3. I dare do all that may be man, who does more is none. 
4. Women are the key to making the real changes in the world, the ones for the betterment of our furture. 
5. Passion is the key to success. If you are passionate about something, then nothing can stand in your way of making it happen. 
6. Time and space can be transcended, and it is the love within our hearts that allow us to bend the time-space continuum. 
7. My life is meant to serve those that can not help themselves. 
8. What we are is defined by genetics, but who we are is ever evolving. 
9. Knowledge is power, mix in some directions of the heart, and the only limitations on us is what we allow our minds to dream. 
10. If you have the ability to dream it, you have the ability to make it a reality. 

This is my philosophy. 

New Year, New Annoyances!

Happy New year to all of you out there. I hope you had a great Christmas season and a wonderful New Year celebration. I hope you all enjoyed some time off, some time with friends and family, and  took some time to catch up on my wonderful posts.

With the New Year comes some new annoyances. So lets get started.

1. Skinny Jeans: I want to know when the hell guys decided it was cool to wear nut hugging jeans on a daily basis. I understand that the big hair bands of the late 80’s and 90’s did it, and then there are always the punk rockers like Iggy Pop and such, but everyone needs to understand that they are performers. They gt paid a lot of money to sweat their balls off in skin tight leather pants. They also do not have to worry about their ability to attract the opposite sex since they have panties flying at them on a nightly basis. However, they a majority of them drink and do drugs and well, its makes things go limp and shrink, so that may be why it is easier to slip into skinny jeans. For the rest of us, DO NOT FUCKING WEAR THEM!! I first of all do not think any of us want to see your junk shifting every time you take a step, let alone knowing the fact that you probably left your nuts in the sink in order to slip those fuckers on. Its not trendy, its not sexy, and as a matter of fact, its gay.

Hillary Duff: That’s right bitch, I said gay. I see your advertisement on TV on how I am not supposed to use the word GAY to describe something. Well fuck you because at times there is no other possible way of describing something other then calling it like it is. If a man wears skinny tight ass jeans or pants and you either see his junk every time he takes a step towards you, or you know he had to leave his manhood at home in order to slip the fuckers on, and that when he walks in front of you that you can not distinguish him from her, then it is nothing more then GAY. Skinny jeans on a man=GAY. How many times do you see LeBron, Jay-Z, Brad, or Damon in skinny jeans? That’s right never! Why, because they are not GAY. So go take your pop tart ass along with your no talent hanging on her coat tails sister of yours and go jump off a cliff and die.

3. Shopping Carts: I happen to live in the frozen tundra of Wisconsin. So imagine going into a grocery store and piling your cart with all sorts of goodies for the holidays to come out and find that it has snowed. (Picture everything in white to about knee height.) Now you begin to push your goodies out to your car with the cart only to get stuck, almost topple over, dump all the groceries out, and piss me off even more. Why the hell don’t they put larger wheels on shopping carts in Wisconsin? Or place chains on the wheels of the carts? I mean does it make sense to have a cart to push your goods to your vehicle in the center of the snowy universe and not have large enough tires that will allow one to tread through all of the snowy bliss? Who wants to help me with my idea and make some money?

4. Spic and Span: You all know what I am talking about, the bottle of cleaner that you have at home or at work make everything look and smell nice and tidy. Is it just me or is there irony in the fact that the make a cleaner that is used by maids or cleaning staff and it just so happens to have the word “SPIC” in the title. That’s right I said it, SPIC. Hell I happen to be one and I even have some family members that have worked as housekeepers, but whoever it was that thought to place the word Spic on a bottle of cleaner is absolutely genius. I mean what better way to directly market to a group of people and workers then by naming it after an entire section of the population. I think this product must be owned by pepsi? Why, read on.

5. Pepsi: Pepsi owns Taco Bell, Kentucky Fried Chicken, and Pizza Hut. So can anyone tell me why the hell it is that when I go to Taco Bell I get waited on by an Oriental person? If I happen to stop at Kentucky Fried Chicken I get waited on by Mexicans? If I happen to go to Pizza Hut I get waited on by African Americans? What the fuck is Pepsi doing here? Is there some hidden policy that says a minority can not work with the food of their culture due to fear of eating all the profits? Seriously, are you afraid that Laquita is going to eat all the fried chicken and that Juan is going to eat all of the Tacos? That’s just down right fucked up. Let the people that know something about the food do their work and make it the right way. If they tend to eat a little bite here or there, so be it. At least it will taste good and do not have to worry about some idiot making it incorrectly when you have a line of 10 people and a drive thru stacked up around the corner.

6. Oriental: Speaking of Oriental people, why the fuck do you get so bent out of shape and go Jackie Chan on my ass when I use the term oriental? I mean you are the one that use the term, I just adopted it from your commercials. You sell rugs that are oriental, you have food that is oriental, you even have a plane that flies in the air and your commercial says, ” Come to the orient and take a vacation.” So if you have all of these things and you use the terminology as such, then why do you want to say that you are Asian? I don’t buy an Asian rug. I don’t go out for Asian food. I certainly do not fly to the Asia for vacation. If you do not want me to call you this then do not market to my ass as such.

Snowy Annoyances

It has been a couple of days since I have last written one of these things, and well, it has given me plenty of time to collect more observations of things that really make me wonder. With all of this white stuff about to blow around, it may cause you to have to stay home from work tomorrow, and what better way to spend your day, then to read my amazing thoughts.

1. Driving: I know its Wisconsin and we do not see a lot of this white stuff floating around that often, but why is it that as soon as the first snow fall comes, people are fucking morons and get into all of these accidents? I mean just because you drive the big diesel 4×4 doesn’t mean you can go 80 mph and that you won’t go into a ditch. Are you really that dumb? Has all the gas fumes gone to your brain and corroded it? Its white, its a form of frozen water, hell you can skate on it, so perhaps it may be slippery? Back off the gas and slow it down asshole.

1b. Driving part duex: The next time some jack ass decides to get in the right hand lane to only speed up and then cut in front of me just as we get to the exit so they can make it, I am going to scream. Actually no I am not. I am going to the hardware store and going to buy some hammers. The  next time I see you in my mirror and you begin to speed up in the right hand lane because you want to be one car earlier to the exit ramp, I am going to roll my window down and throw a fucking hammer at your windshield. Seriously. You can’t wait one car length to fucking exit? Do you realize that is only 2.5 seconds that you are gaining and you are going to have to stop at the stop light when you exit anyway you asshole. So to teach you a lesson, I am going to begin throwing hammers at you until you get the message. You have been pre-warned. I will begin selling these useful tools on-line as well. they make a great holiday gift for the person that has everything. People, please help me spread the word.

2. Short Sleeves: I understand the issue that many women have when it gets to be cold out. You want to look cute and all sexy and stuff but it tends to be hard to do so as it is -30 outside and you need to wear a coat and bundle up. I was in the parking lot the other  night and it was about -10 and this girl was wearing no coat, no hat, with short sleeves and sandals on and has the audacity to begin complaining about how cold it is outside and that she is freezing. Hmmmm, here’s a genius idea, wear a fucking coat. If it happens to be cold enough to make it look as if you are smoking with no cigarette to your mouth, it may be a good idea for you to wear more then lingerie outside. Its called layers. You seem to manage to wear enough layers of war paint on your fucking face, so put on some clothes hoochie mama. Wear a couple layers when you go outside, as you get into the mall or bar, take a couple off. You can still be all vampy, and hell, it might even make you feel sexier by doing a poor mans strip tease with all those layers. 

3. Carts at Kohl’s: Does anyone else out there wonder who the fuck ever created or designed this stupid ass things? They are like shopping carts for retarded midgets. First of all they only come up to my waist, and as most of you know, I am like 3 apples high. Then the baskets are so small you can only fit like 3 items in the fucking little things and then the wheels do not work properly. So now you look like some gimpy short retarded midget hobbling around the store with some whacked out walker. Seriously, I know you have power hours and sales like every other minute of every fucking day, but maybe forgo one of them to earn a little more capitol so you can buy some decent shopping carts that actually hold something in them. 

4. Sales: Speaking of Kohl’s and sales, how the fuck can it be that every single day of every week, no matter rain, snow, sun, or holiday that there is always some kind of sale going on? Come on. Be real. Is this really a sale, or is this really some more marketing trickery to make me feel better about getting raped for paying $30 for a sweater on sale that is originally marked $50. I know it was made in China by some 3 year old kid that can barely talk let alone wipe his own ass that only gets a half a yen on the dollar, but seriously, how can you manage to have a sale every fucking day? I think this is more of your smarty ninja marketing trickery of using MSRP and then placing it on sale, when in reality its just your normal prices. Its bullshit. 

5. Baby Strollers: Since I am talking about shopping, here is another pet peeve of mine. I love children just as much as the next person, but I am sick and tired of those baby momma’s out there with there little sherman tanks plugging up the fucking aisles. I understand that you had to carry a child around in your stomach for the past 9 months and all, but it still doesn’t give you the right to hog the fucking aisles with your little toddler tanks. Most of these little tanks have double traction on them, so it makes it really easy to maneuver around corners, in tight spaces, or ever around all those sales racks. So use them and get out of the fucking way so more then one of us can fit in the aisle. Just because you have a cute little child sitting in one doesn’t give you an excuse to clog shopping traffic, block an aisle, or to run into the back of my heels because you are not fucking paying attention to what the hell you are doing or where you are going. Remember, your precious bundle of joy is strapped in there, so watch where the hell you are pointing and going with that little tank. If you don’t, I may just blow up the next one that gets in my way. 

6. Road Construction: I am not sure about you, but I am sick and tired of all the road construction in Wisconsin. I have a remedy, I think we should make them do all of the work in the snow, when its -20, and colder then the arctic circle. Think about. How many times do you drive, come to a stand still in the middle of summer, and you have some chick holding a stop sign at the beginning of the road work with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth? She makes like $30 an hour for standing and getting a tan and smoking. Not to mention that it always takes them all summer and fall to make any progress on the fucking construction. So I say we lobby the state to make it mandatory that all road work is done during the winter when the snow flies and its cold. Then maybe things would get done on time, or dare I say ahead of time, and then I wouldn’t have to listen to big hair bands on my way to work in order to make the head banging from all the pot holes worth my while. 

7. Indoor Gardens: Holy Buck Rodgers and the 21st Century. Have you seen these little things? you can grow an entire garden indoors now with this little light and these specialized seeds that have been formulated to produce tomatoes, lettuce, flowers, and other things. There is something not right about this. Why is it that I can’t grow regular tomatoes outside during the summer months yet I can grow some wizard kissed ones in my home during the winter? Do you really think its safe to eat these things? How do I know that I am not going to get some fucked up disease in ten years due to the fact that I ate vegetables grown from this indoor garden? I think the government is behind this and trying fund some science project to see how stupid we are in willing to buy an indoor garden, plant them, and then wait to harvest them to eat when we could’ve just gone to the local market and bought some organic vegetables. Hmmmmm. 

8. LED Candles: Okay. I am as digital as the next person, but then again, there are some things that just can not be substituted and fire is one of them. Why the hell would I want to buy some candle that has a light in it versus the real thing? I mean other then it being safer, what is the advantage? I don’t get to play with matches, I don’t get to light something on fire, and it doesn’t smell like anything but the plastic recycled piece of crap that it is. Have we really gotten this lazy that we can not get up and light a fucking candle anymore? Instead it all about flipping a switch to set the mood. I am sure the ladies will really love that as compared to you taking the time to get off your ass and light a bunch of candles and add some aroma to the room. Unless you plan on giving this to little kids to play with, throw the fucking things out.  Give me a wax candle, some matches, a wick, and some good scents. 

“Common sense is not always so common.”

Present Day Slavery

People think that now that the year is 2008, that within the confines of the U.S. that there is no slavery. How wrong we all are. Take the time to think about it, do you really think that slavery does not exist? Maybe its not necessarily in the traditional form of shackles and chains, as what we picture when we first think of slavery, but its has materialized into a new breed of slavery.

 

Most of us have a preconceived notion of wealth and perfection. We look at all of the magazines on the racks in the grocery stores and the department stores. We see pictures of movie stars, media celebrities, and musicians. We see them driving around in their porche’s, Lamborghini’s, and phantoms. We see them cruising around the world in luxury and style. We see their little bobble headed women on stick figure bodies with tanned skin. This is what is portrayed to us as the attainable American Dream.

 

Some of us actually “buy” into this pursuit of happiness. We begin to think that perfection is attainable. We think that becoming a millionaire, or wealthy, is something that can be achieved with enough hard work and dedication.

 

So we go to school, get educated, graduate, get a job, and try to progress as fast and as much as we can in order to get more money. We find ourselves becoming more “wired and connected” to work and our professions. When you meet someone new, they typically ask what is your name, and then its followed by what do you do? The majority of us begin to morph into this being that defines ourselves by the work that we do, the places we have worked, and the materials that we have collected. It becomes a race to see how much, how fast, and how expensive one can out do the other person.

 

Cell phones, emails, laptops, and blackberry’s were supposed to make us more productive and spend less time in the office. In reality it has made us more reachable on a 24/7 basis to our work and to our bosses. Instead of expecting the same, they expect more productivity with less workforce. Its not Monday through Friday, 8 to 5. Now its Sunday through Saturday, 24 hours a day.

 

So we find ourselves becoming a slave to our jobs. We can be white collar or blue collar slaves. We both go to work, we both try to please our superiors, we both try to prove our value and importance to our bosses, we are both locked into a time frame in which we need to perform a certain task or tasks by a certain time frame. All of it is done in hopes of pleasing our masters enough so that they will deem it appropriate to give us a bit more money. As we climb the ladder in financial gain, the tighter that collar becomes around our neck. It doesn’t matter if its blue or white, it becomes tighter and tighter as we begin to climb the rungs on that ladder of materialism and gain.

 

We have become slaves to what the “media” portrays to us. The reason why one goes on a diet is vastly because one is trying to attain the perfect body. One is trying to look like someone that is on a magazine cover. Why? Why do we allow that to define to us what is perfection, desirable, or sexy? Why is it that a woman can not look into the mirror and think to them self, “I am intelligent, I am curvy, I am witty, I can debate, I am sexy, and I am desirable.” Think if every single female in the world could wake up in the morning and state this to them-self, and actually believe it. Would there be a crisis of depression, bulimia, anorexia, domestic abuse, or anxiety? Why do women feel as if they have to do it all? Have a career, kids, home makers, president of the PTA, and look like a bobble head waif?

 

Why is it that we as males can not show our emotions? Why is it that we are less of a man if we listen to a woman, are in touch with our feelings, can cry, can communicate effectively with others, can stop and admit we are lost and ask for directions? Why do we feel that we need to be tall, chisled, and tanned in order to be desirable to the female species? Why is it that we feel we need to undercut those that are supposed to be our friends and colleagues in order to get ahead? Does it really matter the size of my bank account, my 401K, the car I drive, the clothes I wear, the watch I buy, or the resolution of my TV screen?

 

Advertising in “Our” society has become like a gun. All a gun does is focus an explosion in one direction. We have a nation of young men and women that want to focus all of their potential on something, to give their lives to something. The mass media has given all of these men and women the purpose of chasing cars and homes and clothes that they don’t really need. We have become slaves to work in order to attain things that we really don’t need.

 

We become slaves to our want for things that we see in advertisements. The men in college that used to sit in the bathroom stalls looking at playboys and hustlers are now looking at their IKEA and Potterybarn catalogs.

 

We all buy furniture thinking this is the last sofa I will ever need. We buy it, we get it home, and after a few years we find that no matter what happens, we are satisfied because at least we have the sofa figured out. Then its the right set of dishware, then the perfect sheets, the right silverware, the drapes, the welcome home rug. Before we realize it, we become slaves to our home and the things in it. Finding comfort and safety inside. When we get upset, we can come home and find comfort. We then discover that the things in which we used to own, now they own us.

 

Perhaps its only after we lose everything that we are truly free to do anything? At times our lives seem to be complete, happy, safe. Maybe its at those very times in life that we need to break everything in order to make something better out of ourselves?

 

Perhaps self improvement is not the key to life, but rather, self destruction. Not in the sense of going out and getting hooked on crack or alcohol, but in the sense of waking up every morning and tearing down the idealism of what we have been led to believe as the truth in the media. Trying to reprogram ourselves so that we are not slaves to our job, or trying to collect material things that we do not need or that really do not matter in life. Maybe we need to awake each morning and destruct a piece of that ideal that we thought was perfection, and in doing so, we find freedom in pursuing true perfection. The pursuit of free thinking, living spherically, and allowing our hearts to be open to all. Perfection is unattainable, but the pursuit we can attain.

 

Or maybe, just maybe, perfection is finding out that living with our own imperfections is the nirvana that man has sought since the beginning of time?  

 

May I never be complete, may I never be content, may I never be perfect. Physically I may not be a beautiful and unique snowflake. Physically we are all the same decaying organic matter. Perhaps in realizing this, it sets my mind free, and it allows me to think differently then others, and in doing so, I see a reality that no one else can see. Perhaps that makes me unique and different then.

 

Don’t be perfect. Do not be slaves to your job and the media. Do not allow someone else to define you. See perfection in imperfections. Be happy with who and how you are. Improve for the self, and not because of persuasion.

 

Quit being a modern day slave.

“See everything; overlook a great deal; correct a little.”  ~Pope John XXIII

Thanksgiving

Well its that time of year again when we all get together with friends and family that we haven’t seen in a coons age and sit around a table, fill our bellies with turkey, stuffing, sweet potatoes, cranberry, pumpkin pie and then fall asleep on the couch while watching football. Its a time in which we get to put down the cell phones, the crackberries, our email and just be able to veg out. 

I personally would like to thank our fore fathers for this wonderful holiday. I mean if they would not have come over here and then made false promises to the Indians, Native Americans, Indigenous People’s that we could all co-habitate on this land, lord only knows what we would be doing tomorrow. Who knows we could be still wearing those old smelly wigs and dancing the minute while trying to think if the lady across the room is really fat or is its just all those petty coats. I want to thank the pilgrims for making the voyage and be smarting enough to realize this that land could be pretty prosperous.

The had the ability to look into the future and see that if we could trick the Natives into making false promises to share their land with us, that we would be able to steal it all from them. Hell, it was more fertile then the lands in Europe. We had more game over here. So much of the wide open spaces weren’t even touched yet. What a little free labor, elbow grease, and a Walmart could do for us.

So tomorrow as we are all taking a day away from our normal routines, thank those from our past that helped to make the day possible for all of us now.

Eat lots, drinks more, be merry, enjoy your families, and overdose on your tryptophan.

I dare do all that may be man, who does more is none.

Annoyances….

1. Walmart: Why the hell is it that every Walmart has like 30 check out lanes but no matter what time of day you go in, they only have 4 lanes open? I mean what the fuck is the point. It is busier then shit in the the store and you really only open up four lanes? What the fuck people. Of course you always will be the first to open those self check lanes but those fucking things do not work at all. Every single time I go through a self check lane the red light goes off and blinks and I still need to go to a real fucking person to finish checking out. Is it my fault that a box of condoms are to fucking light to register on your bag sensors that I scanned and placed them into a bag? No. So why not just save the time and effort of your customers and take one of the little trolls off of bathroom duty, or forget the fucking greeter and have them jump on a check out lane? Seriously. I could give a damn less about having John McCain say hi to me as I walk into Walmart. But if he can jump on a cash register and check me out so I do not have to stand in line for 20 minutes with 35 other lanes closed, I would be smiling like your rollback man. Assholes. 

2. Walmart part duex: Why is it that every night when they go to do the “Attention customers it is now 9pm and you can longer buy liquor…” bit that it always sounds like they have shit in their mouth? I mean is it really that difficult to annunciate your words? Its not like a bunch of drunk shoppers are in the store trying to race and beat the clock to the check out lanes. If we aren’t drunk, then how the hell do you expect us to understand your garbled language? Take your time and talk slowly. No one can you see as you make the announcement, so do it properly dumb ass. You sound worse then the teacher from the Peanuts! 

3. Sports Hats: I am sick and tired of walking around and seeing all these idiots with the fucking tags on their hats. You know what I mean. The idiot with his hat on and then the 50/50 sticker left on the bill of his cap. Or leaving the large tag hang and tilting it to the side. Why? Its not cool. Its not even stylish or hip. It may have been a ghetto fab thing like 4 years ago, but last time I checked most of you aren’t black nor are you a hip hop artist. Its down right fucking dumb. Every time I see one of you idiots in the mall I want to take my over priced slurpee and chuck it at your head, hell I have a 50/50 chance of pegging you off. Then when you turned around and ask, I will just say that I thought it meant I had a 50% chance of hitting you, so I took it. Idiots.

4. McDonalds: Ok so McD’s now has a late night menu for those places that happen to be open 24 hours. So the other night I am going through the drive thru and order a cheeseburger. Simple right? Wrong. They get on the intercom and inform me that I can not order a cheeseburger after midnight. What? Are you serious? Doesn’t your sign say over 99 billion served? Isn’t that under the golden arches? Really? How is it that I can get chicken McNuggets but I can’t get a fucking cheeseburger? Did the Hamburglar eat them all? Or is Grimmace in the back making special sauce with Barney and can’t be disturbed? Bullshit!

5. McD’s part deux (story taken from Matty;) So the other night my boy was in the drive thru and ordered a quarter pounder with cheese. The person working the drive thru had the audacity of getting back on the intercom and informing him that they were out of cheese. What? Are you fucking real? This is McDonald’s right? Everything on your menu has cheese on it, how can you run out of fucking cheese? Did Chucky run out of it at his pizza place and call the big red headed clown and ask if he could borrow some? Seriously Ronald, its late, I am hungry, and this is Wisconsin. I want some fucking cheese please. 

6. On-line dating: I am sick and tired of seeing these commercials on my television about match.com, chemistry.com, yahoo personals, and whatever the hell else other on-line dating site there is. Seriously, do not try and make it out as if you go through some major fucking algorithm that can take my traits, match them up with someone else’s traits, and magically you can tell me who the best match is going to be. Its not what your site is. Let’s be real. All on line dating is is nothing more then on line meat markets. Its all about posting your picture on line, placing your stats, and making up some bullshit about what you are interested in, things you like to do, and other superficial bull crap. Its shit. It is not scientific, it is not mathematical, its not logical. All it really is is nothing more then another forum to allow people to either pretend to be someone they aren’t or to allow stalkers to prey on idiotic good looking people that don’t know any better. I say get rid of all the on line dating, the fake bullshit, and trying to make it out to be more about what’s on the inside and getting to know the person versus the fact that you are still superficial and seeking out who is the most fucking attractive to you and hoping to hell you can create a big enough fish story to appeal to them. Now let me get back to my Flavor of Love.

7. Wife Swap: I think the premise of this show is smart. Two families, take the mothers from each one, swap them, and help to make the other family see things in a different light. Great concept in theory. The issue I have is why the hell are people so dumb on this show. First of all you know what the show is and you take the time and effort to fill out an application and sign up for the show. Since you obviously know that you are going to have to abide by the rules of another family, then why do you throw a temper tantrum and get all pissed off and threaten to walk out on the show when its your turn to try something new? If you do not want to play fair and by the rules, which you know going into the show, then do not tell ABC that you want to be on the fucking show. Its what the hole fucking show is. One week you live by your rules, the next by someone else’s. You know ABC is going to do their best to find the one family in America that is the direct opposite of you. Just to cause drama and piss you off. You know this. If you can not handle it then do not go on the fucking show. I see dumb people, and its you on the show!

8. Bishops Appeal: I know I am going to hell, so what the hell. I am sitting in the middle of church and waiting for the homily (for those of you pagans, this is when the priest tells you how the story he just told you relates to the present) and the priest tells us he is going to play a recording from our bishop. Cool. I get to hear what he ha to say. All of sudden he plays this tape and its all about how we need to give more of our treasures to the church to help spread the word, help with our schools, our parish, and missionaries. Treasure? What the fuck treasure do I have? Its not like I have a treasure chest stowed away in my basement full of rubies, emeralds, diamonds, and gold. Wait. Are you taking a page out of the marketing trickery and trying to rename my money to treasure? Do you really think by calling my money treasure, that it is going to make me think differently and want to share more of what I have with the church? Um, not really. Last time I checked the head of the Catholic Church lives in a mansion full of gold and other jewels. Not to mention its rather ironic that he lives in a castle when Jesus lived in a manger with horse shit. How the fuck does that one equate? Last time I checked I couldn’t buy my way into heaven. If you want to appeal to me, bring in one of your priests that is suffering from leporsy along with one of the little african children with a cleft lip. Let them talk to me. Not only will it move me but I will donate and maybe even volunteer some of my time for the cause.  I may be more inclined to donate to Catholic Education if I can make sure it goes directly there versus to the gold cup, silk robes, and the law suits for playing with little Bobby as he is trying to help you out with your job.

9. Martini’s: So I went out Saturday night with some family members to one of the local Martini Bars. I have to say I love them. So after the first round a couple of the people with us come up to me and tell me that they do not think that their drinks taste right. They are telling me that they are too strong. What? Wait a minute. You specifically said you wanted to go to the martini bar. Do you know what martini’s are? Its a drink full of shots that you sip. Its not supposed to taste like a raspberry anything, its not supposed to taste like a strawberry anything, its not supposed to be sweet, or tart, or fruity. Its a fucking drink full of shots, its supposed to have a bite to it. Its not a beer. Its pure liquor. If you can not handle it, then don’t fucking order one and then complain about it having a bite. Where else can you order four shots for six bucks and have it taste half way decent? Get over it. If you want some foo foo drink with an umbrella then order a pina colada and put your skirt back on man. Save your bitching for someone else. I don’t want to hear it. I want to go back and drink with the real men in the bar; the hot blonde in the back of the bar that can drink a dirty and not whine about it. Fucking retard.

Obama, Change, and NWO

I know I like to play devil’s advocate, so sit down and get ready. Let me begin by stating that this particular rant is more of a “What if” versus a “This is what I believe” type of posting. I think you will enjoy, and I really want to hear your thoughts on this as well. So don’t be lazy, leave a comment or at least vote in the poll to follow.

As we are all well aware, Barack Hussein Obama II was elected president elect of the US on Nov. 4, 2008. As he has staed to eloquently in his speeches through out his campaign as well as in his acceptance speech, he is counting on bringing CHANGE to the U.S. I happen to think that he may just be able to do so, but I also hope that when he stated in his acceptance speech, “…change has arrived..” that this wasn’t the crescendo of that change.

In an article that was published by John Leicester of the Associated Press entitled, “Obama victory sparks cheers around the globe” it discusses some of the reactions around the world from other leaders and citizens in response to Obama’s winning the election. (Article)

For example, the president of Kenya declared the following day an national holiday. It just so happens that Obama’s father was born in Kenya.

Obama lived in Indonesia as a child. Students that attend the same elemtary school that Obama did were cheering and hugging one another with the news of his election. (Granted I am not sure that elementary students understand the historical importance, but then again education overseas tends to be better then education at home in the U.S.)

Obama also recieved a letter from Nelson Mandela, another first black president, that his election as president of the U.S. is powerful and can demonstrate that anyone can dare to dream and make those dreams come true.

Obama also recieved praise from France, Britain, Russia, and other European countries where relations have been strenuous due to good old Mr. G Dub and his wiley stupidity.

In such places as Brazil and Venezuela where our diplomats have been kicked out of the Embassy’s due to realizing G Dub meddling in their internal politics and business, they have stated that they are ready to reestablish diplomatic relations. Granted they are hoping Obama will be more flexible on Cuba, but time will tell.

Even in the middle east whre G Dub has royally screwed it up for the rest of us due to his need to revenge for his fathers mistakes and his greed to make more money in oil when he leaves 1600 Pennsylvania Ave and heads back for Texas, they are slightly optimistic that the militant zone may decrease as well.

A citizen in Bangkok pointed out something very interesting in all of this: “He is the first truly global U.S. president the world has ever had. He is a truly global president.”

Yes it is true that Obama has a father from Kenya, a mother that is caucasion, a childhood in Asia, and a middle eastern name. So could this mean that the leader of the New World Order is here? Could this be the anit-christ?

Let’s think about things for a minute. With the way that the economy has been going as of late and all of the banks needing to be bailed out or to get help from the financial crisis, it does permit the thought that at some point in time we may have a single bank.

Single bank. Interesting. Could this then move towards a common currency amongst all world powers? No more rubbles, yen, dollars, or euro.  Perhaps something like a barack? Moving all currency to be the same across all lines would mean no more translation or discrepencies among countries. It is what it is, and the value is not greater then or less then any other form of currency. Everyone is now on a fair and level trading groud.

Someone will rise from obscurity and come to power. A person that resembles those from the middle earth and will rise to bring peace to the world. This person will be loved and respected by all. Coincidence?

Obama is a true melting pot president. White mother, African father, middle name from the middle east. Has lived outside of the U.S. Is charismatic when he speaks. Just the thought of his name brings out a multinational networking of feelings. He is well educated. He is smart.

Where the hell did he come from? Chicago? As a community organizer. What the fuck do they do? Okay he ran for a seat in the house and lost. Yet he ran for senate and won easily the next election? Hmmm. He then becomes key note speaker at the Democratic National Convention. Now he runs for president and wins? Is this fishy or is this a reality of if you can dream it, you can make it come true?

Perhaps the theory of a New World Order is true. Let’s think about the following:

The New World Order (NWO) refers to a secretive group or groups of people woking togther for the common purpose of ruling the world. In doing so they would generate a autonomous world government, which would replace sovereign states and other checks and balances in world power struggles. There are plenty of historical events that have been seen as steps taken towards this on-going plot to rule the world through political finance, social engineering, mind control, and fear based propoganda.

In 1776 the Bavarian Illuminati was founded on 5-1-1776. The founder was also the first lay professor of canon law.

1832, Skull and Bones was founded at Yale University.

1935 the Great Seal of the US with the Eye of Providence above the pyramid appeared for the first time on the back of the US one dollar bill.

1944 the Bretton Woods Agreement was signed. This gave an outline for the economy for the world after WWII.

The United Nations was formed in 1945.

In 1957 the European Economic Community was formed. This community has 27 members states, which 15 use a common currency called the Euro. We now call this group the European Union.

In 1995 the UN International Trade Organization’s General Agreement on Tariffs and TRade was renamed the World Trade Organization.

2001 the World Trade Center Towers and Pentagon were attacked by terrorists.

In 2002 the FDA approves the manufacturing of the VeriChip. The Verichip is a microchip implant that is about the size of grain of rice. This device is currently being used in animals to be able to identify and locate if they are lost or stolen or brought into an animal shelter. The chip is powerful enough to hold medical identification, records, social security numbers or other such things.

2004 the Independent Task Force on North America proposes that by the year 2010 that everyone that is a member of the North American Union would be using a single common currency rferred to as the Amero.

In 2007 G Dub himself signs into effect the National Security and Homeland Security Presidential Directive which gives him unprecedented powers during a “national emergency.” These powers give him full control to command the US Military without the checks and balances from the US Congress.

Is it a coincidence that these secret societies such as the Illuminati, the Free masons, the Knights of Columbus, the Skulls and Bones and so one and so forth all use things such as the number 13, pentagrams, triangles and other such symbols?

Pentagram, Pentagon. That one is obvious even to you I hope.

Did you know that on Sept. 11, 1990 that the first president Bush gave a speech entitled New World Order? In it he described the US’s objectives for  post-cold war cooperation with the former Soviet Union, using the phrase New World Order.

Is it true that one man can really be this much of a dumb ass and really have this much control to screw up our world, finances, international relationships, and our energy crisis? Is G Dub really that dumb? Do we give him to much credit? Or is he really tha smart and laying the ground work of a secret sect to allow for the coming of a world leader? Perhaps we are all puppets and this is being orchestrated perfectly by some organiization that knows something we do not?

Or is he perhaps rising to power, out of the ashes and dust, to be the saviour of our world?

Is it coincidence that the FDA approved Verichip could be used by a totalitarian ruler to track all of us and our movements? Could this be the mark of the beast?

What about the internet and the fact that we have all become so plugged in? I mean most of us are consistently on our cell phones, pda’s, email, and browsing the web for whatever the case may be. All of that information can be tracked, is being tracked. It is being utilized for propoganda, marketing, sales, what works and what doesn’t work. What you search for, how you search, what sites you visit. All of it.

As I pointed out in my amazing GAP story, we are all subjected to mass amounts of marketing and media all of the time. Is all of it really true? Or is it just a bunch of stories that are being made up in order to create a response and a choice that is wanted out of us by some other power or group? Do we really have the power to choose our own destiny, or are we being manipulated into choosing a future that is already mapped out by others?

Perhaps Artificial Intelligence is a reality and we are all plugged into a computer program such as the Matrix?

Perhaps all of this is simply just coincidence and a simple explanation is all that is needed; coincidence.

I do know that what I write is about things that go through my head. No matter how real or out of the world they may be, they exist in my mind. I do know that we are all subjected to mass amounts of media on a daily basis and we need to be able to disconnect in order to truly see the truth in what was the past, what is today, and what we want tomorrow to be. Each day we awake is a new opportunity to change and be something that we weren’t yesterday. We have the ability to dream. If we can dream it, we can make it a reality. If we pour the essence of what is us into that dream, we can do anything.

All I know is that change is inevitable. For some its difficult to accept. For others its something we welcome with open arms. Change is here. Obama is here. It doesn’t matter the color of skin or where you come from, what matters is the passion we hold to be true inside all of us.

Let’s all be great. Let’s all embrace change.