Give peace a chance. Why go to war now? Bush is using the war to promote interests of his big oil friends. Gonzo is my king.

What do all these statements have in common? Actually two things, first they are all drug induced fantasies and second each statement is held as gospel by anti-war protesters. I have nothing against peaceful protest in virtually every context. Anti-abortion advocates should have the right to protest against abortion clinics, PETA should have the right to preach retarded love-all animals like human dogma, and anti-war protesters are entitled to their opinion. However, I do hold a group responsible to understand why they are protesting, and furthermore to be able to offer alternative solutions to the issue at contention. I daresay most anti-war protesters have no clue as to they are standing up, so they should simply sit down. I listened (a conservative radio show) today as a Dennis Prager interviewed random students at UCLA, who were protesting the possible war against Iraq. One bubbly young woman had no idea who Iraq had invaded in past, another (who was a history major) felt that no war is justifiable. Both cases demonstrated the sorry state of higher education and more to the point the blatant ignorance of the protesters. Personally most people I know who are against the war in Iraq; do not even have a rudimentary understanding of the facts. You don't need a doctorate in U.N. diplomatic relations but you should know where Iraq is located and who they invaded 12 years ago. Anyway I am going to respond the initial statements and quell any myths surrounding the impending conflict.

Peace has been given a chance in the form of a few dozen U.N. (non-violent) propositions requiring disarmament. Also, over a decade has passed with little gained through peaceful diplomacy.
September 11th demonstrated America's vulnerability. Iraq, with Saddam Hussein and party in power, are a very real and viable threat to our future security. We had multiple opportunities to apprehend Osama Bin Laden and combat terrorism before the tragedy of 9/11. Instead we decided to wait and see. You know how that worked out. So, time is of the essence.
George Bush most assuredly has connections to oil companies and lobbyists. Guess what, so has virtually every Congressman and President in the last century. George Bush Sr. did not seize Kuwaiti oil during the Gulf War, in fact he liberated it. Economically speaking the cost of this war versus the potential profit (approximately 2.5 million dollars a day) from seizing Iraqi oil is non-existent. Profitability would not be accomplished until well after George Bush's second term was over. And, George Bush has repeatedly stated the oil reserves would remain under the control of the Iraqi people.
Gonzo was way cooler than Kermit and extremely too sexy for the whore Miss Piggy. Therefore he really is the king.

Go to hell

Mr. Rogers died a few days ago, and for a brief moment I felt a pang of sadness. To be honest I was not a great fan of Mr. Rogers Neighborhood, and have very few memories related to him or the show. Tonight while looking on the web I found a link to a very remarkable article. It was written five years ago for Esquire magazine. My understanding was that the author originally intended to find the "real" Mr. Rogers and expose him. The article does reveal the "real" Mr. Rogers; it shows him to be one of the most remarkable of human beings and all because he simply cared. Anyone and everyone should read this piece, whether you were an avid fan of Mr. Rogers, an occasional viewer or simply someone who recognizes his name because in a few thousand words I was let in on the beauty of his neighborhood and left with a profound sense of happiness. The world lost a beautiful soul, and if only in passing I am better person for comprehending it.

God bless and remember

Mr. Rogers loves us all

Obesity is a serious problem facing many Americans today. Depending on whom you believe it may very well be the number one cause of death in the United States. Of course it makes my parents to beam with pride to know I am contributing to this deadly epidemic. Then again Americans live so damn long anyway eventually something has to claim us. Other then dying under a beautiful blonde gymnast instructor, I can't think of a better way to go then by eating a nice greasy hamburger. Yet, I fully admit to selling out and trying to conform. According to the fat nazis I am obese. Now this is a huge improvement over two years ago when I was classified as morbidly obese, otherwise referred to as fucking fat. Currently I am working out 6 days a week to lose 20 or 100 pounds so I will be considered healthy. The last two months have entailed between 10-14 hours a week of cardio and weight training. That is roughly over eighty hours I have dedicated to personal fitness. And, I wonder why? 14 year old girls lift heavier weights, 80 year old men last longer on the treadmill and stationary bike, yet I continue to humiliate myself in order to attain a "healthy" lifestyle. Something is wrong here. I really empathize with women, because they have dealt with societal peer pressure towards body image since forever However, I am a guy, at one time men were expected to be big and burly. Now, everyone from People Magazine to the fucking National Institute of Health demands that I work out for hundreds of hours, eat protein laced pig manure, and feel good about it. You know what; fuck them I am on strike from the health establishment. Furthermore ladies this is an invitation for all of you to go on strike as well. Enjoy yourself, and don't try to look like skeletor. By the way I have a history with big women, so next time you take a bite out of a cheeseburger rest assured that you can always land a guy like me. Maybe sometime I will relate my experience with the 6 foot tall 350 lb girl from the internet.......anyway I am done ranting and raving. My new goal is to feel good, eat well and on occasion visit the gym. Because, honestly the 80 hours I dedicated to fitness, would have been otherwise used for sleep and "personal" time.

As usual

Go to hell

I need a job. Nearly 23 years of life has netted a total of 12 weeks, and 4 days of gainful employment. In many countries I would have been killed long ago for my slothful behavior. Of course in America we give the perpetually lazy and jobless endless supplies of credit cards, constantly enticing them to spend money they do not have and most likely will never attain. (Unless by illegal means) My parents are fed up with my behavior, in particular the daily lack of drive that I demonstrate and perpetual unemployment. One could psychoanalyses why I do not want to work; some would argue (persuasively) a lack of childhood discipline and spoiled lifestyle. My take is that God blessed certain people with desire and a strong work ethic, others he gave blissful ignorance and willingness to do a job regardless of its means or end. A certain few were given the most precious gift of all, the compulsory desire to dissect and bitch about the state of everything while simultaneously having a strong apathy towards doing anything useful about it. Wonder which group I fall in? Well, if by miraculous chance anyone reads this, please email with possible job opportunities (especially those that pay exceedingly well for minimal effort).

The final sign of the acopolypse is upon us. It all started with "Who wants to marry a millionaire". At that point I knew the end was near. And, now we have the final harbinger of doom. I should complain about the immoral premise of this show, or how it demonstrates the utter hypocrisy of marriage in America. But, you know it is just too easy a target to deconstruct and ridicule. And, frankly it is too depressing to give much thought. Well, at least when the end of the world commences I will be at the epicenter of the fiery destruction, so my suffering will be minimal. It is the little things like imminent oblivion that make my life so wonderful.

Have a nice day,

And go to hell

I live in a human cesspool, not far removed from the first layer of hell itself. Today all I wanted was to eat at Red Lobster. Not because I like seafood, because most sea faring creatures make me ill. No, I wanted Red Lobster for one simple reason; they have the greatest biscuits/rolls in the universe. After picking out a computer for my dad, and coming home from Columbus, the family decided we would go out to eat. Also since my little brother was spending the night at my sisters, we could eat in relative peace. Of course upon arrival, I notice the entire parking lot is full and furthermore when we entered the lobby, there were at least two dozen people waiting. So, no Red Lobster for me. Instead we went to the local Garfields, where I threw a fit, and took a nap in the car. The last part is actually true. Two things are readily apparent from today's debacle, my hometown needs more dining options and second I am a gigantic crybaby with the emotion maturity level of retarded 2 year old chimpanzee.

How great it is to be me,

Go to Hell

I have nothing really pontificate about today, no deep insights or angry accusations to level against people/society. Instead of sharing my wisdom, I am going to post a couple pieces of poetry. Virtually every single person who has a website thinks they are poet, and wishes for everyone else to know it. Well, call me a lemming and a leave in disgust, or actually read my words and be duly impressed. Either way I am poet who definitely knows it. (God I suck today.......next thing you know I will be adding a guest book so I can have my friends sign it and make me feel special...I am like a 14 year old girl)

Terminally Alive

The behemoth that is my life
Hath hastened my descent to hell
Each moment brings a new found pain
I hear salvations voice as if it were a silent bell

The hourglass is nearly spent
Hours become seconds, minutes become days
What does a man say when everything is done
When all his life has passed by as if in a painful haze

Judgment was passed in the mother's warm cradle
Justification came next in the selfishness of yesteryear
It is time to accept the inevitable damnation
I shall cast out this festering fear

If I am to die, it is because I do so live
Everyday was a new misery yet flowers still bloomed
And winter did lead to springs morning dew
Perhaps I am harsh and wallowing only in the gloom

But what would you do
If every tomorrow tantalizingly teased a new found doom




Today is just another Yesterday

I miss her more everyday
She was my life
The woman I laid with each night
We said all those things that lovers say

What day did the laughter fade
When did our smiles shrink, and frowns grow
If only I could undo the damage that was sown

The body moves on, the heart may heal
But, my soul will never be,
where it once was
When one has found love,

everything else is naught
It fills your soul, as if drinking from an endless draught
Its absence has caused a fell drought

Now it is over, nothing left to say
Tomorrow is just another day

What I am about to tell you, will most likely blow you away. In fact it may cause you to erupt in disbelief. I hope that are able to swallow what I am going to say next……. Performing fellatio does in fact nullify your virginity, and furthermore give oral favors to dozens of guys does make you a slut.

Today many women believe that oral sex is “safe”, easy, and non-committal action that is the equivalent of heavy petting. A former president helped foster this viewpoint and in doing so insured the happiness of millions of men. However, their happiness comes at the cost of countless women’s self-respect and intelligence. Common sense screams that oral sex, is a serious undertaking that deserves the same sense of importance attributed to coital intercourse. I personally have spoken with many women who hold the act of fellatio as an accepted 1st date practice. Akin to a good night kiss. Of course they will not sleep with the guy until the 3rd date (another topic entirely) because they don’t want to come off as a slut. On the other hand I am good friends with many guys who benefited from the aforementioned girl’s casual use of oral sex, and rest assured ladies, they view you as a “skanky sluts”. Am I being unfair, because there are two parties engaged in this action who both hold oral loving in such low esteem. Well, 99.9 % of all men do not perform cunnilingus on the 1st date, and usually on any other subsequent dates. In fact, based on intensive research, it takes substantial bribing (usually in the form of fellatio while watching Samurai Jack) for them to even consider that course of action.

So, here is the deal if you are a slut, then everything I said means nothing. A majority of men fall under this category, but women do you really want to be like guys. If so then quit kidding yourselves, instead use your womanly wiles to con men into going south of the equator. Because a naïve slut is an irrational concept, which is only practical in bad Soap Operas and Danielle Steele novels.
As usual have a nice day,

And go to hell

I just watched the most entertaining film. It isn't thought provoking, engaging or of substantive worth; instead it is a mindless fun at its best. Give me low brow humor any day. By way stay tuned for tomorrow when I delve into the mystery of women and fellatio. There connection will blow you away.

I was going to post about the misconceptions associated with fellatio; however a message left by an ex-girlfriend and two days with out an endorphin rush, has left me feeling a little bit depressed. Therefore I am dedicating today’s rant to myself in hope of clarifying a few things. (Rhetorical clarification since it is doubtful anyone will read this, they will instead be listening to R. Kelly........stupid bastards)

I am a fairly intelligent guy who has very little motivation. Basically I am the type of person who knows just enough to be dangerous, but not nearly enough to be useful. I know, without any doubt whatsoever, what is wrong everyone and thing. Often my first response to a new person or vantage point is self-aggrandizing hubris, whereas I find its faults, weaknesses and rational incongruities. The discovery of weakness in people and thoughts leaves me with a bullish sense of pride. I practice a form of intellectual bullying, but virtually no one realizes it. Usually I simply smile and nod when another person speaks, even if they are spewing nonsensical psedo-intellectual baloney. I am an elitist who sees many other people as less than me, though my actions in no way reflect it. Why? Am I a fake in my everyday dealings? No, I just practice good manners. Honesty is only needed when practical necessity dictates it. And, in turn I hope for the same response from everyone else. Treat me with basic human kindness and dignity. Deep down I probably pity and/or abhor you, but guess what, I keep that knowledge to myself. So, be a nice gal/guy and do the same for me. Don't tell me what you think about my life choices or lacks thereof, simply treat me with basic human respect and politeness.

Have a nice day,

Go To Hell