Up all night like Gilbert Gottfried.
Harken and take heed.
New e-maille address.
rzenegade@sluggy.net
Because I'm bloody tired of 400-odd pieces of trash to every 1 message of importance.
(insert chorus of Vikings singing about spam)
In other news, my roommate's abitch. fuck. cum-gurgling gutter-slut interesting individual.
He says "hi" by the way.
I heard an interesting story from Airforce Dude Chad the other day. He'd just gotten back from Over There Where the War Is.
Some girl from California was protesting something in Israel.
Positioned herself bodily in front of a bulldozer that was blocking off a street the way only a bulldozer can.
Guess what happened.
Yeah. She got run over. Being a princess from California didin't man poo to that bulldozer, or the person driving it
No one punished the driver because, well, the chick stepped out in front of him. It's not like he chased her down with the thing..
Don't get me wrong, This is a horrible thing. But it made alot of people stop and think.
"Hi, I'm American" might not be the all-powerful phrase some people tend to think it is.
Edit. Section removal. Hah.
Andy's post also got me thinking.
10 people died last weekend. They were given a 5-minute segment on the evening news.
Then Andy changed the channel.
I'm sure alot of people did.
Before I say anything else, Andy, I'm not bashing you, nor calling you out on anything. Just so you know.
I think war is a surreal thing to our generation. Nearly every generation befor ours has been involved in some massive war or other. I'm not up on my history too well, but I know the Revolutionary war lasted a while...
1812 sticks out in my mind as having a war around it. Civil war. That mess involving the Alamo, whatever that was. World Wars one and two. Vietnam...
And hey, there are movies on each and every one.
Movies...where only the peon characters get killed. Few acceptions.
We grew up watching these movies. Grew up with the subconsious idea that only unimportant people actually get killed in wars. Our media reflects this.
A 5 minute segment reflects this.
Wars are surreal. We're surprised people get killed in them at all. Much less 10. Much less 10,000. Wars are the rantings of old crazy men on street-corners with cardboard signs that say "will ork for food" or movies with John Wayne, Ben Afflek, or Mel Gibson.
We're so padded in our world of lawsuits and cell phones and pizza delivery. It doesn't strike us as something real.
Some guys you don't know got killed in a place most can't even find on a map.
In other news, Ben and Jennifer broke up and Jennifer's all upset because Ben cheated and she's giving back the 50-bazillion dollar ring he gave her and telling him to stick it where the sun don't shine. Not that anyone should care, but by God we'll make you care because you worship these people. these people are Main Characters. These people make us money and so you should care how many times a week they take a breath!
Oh, and some other guys were shot down somewhere.
Also on the news front; Britney and her Vagas wedding! Holy Shit! Who'd have thought America's biggest whore would pull such a stunt as to...is this the end of her romp with Madonna? Who cares? You do! She'll do anything to keep your attention! even shit soft-serve, strawberry ice cream! Let's watch!
Also, Dr. Phil's new self-help book. "How to be as Great as I am."
I think somewhere we've lost our prioreties.
Not lost track of them, no.
Lost them completely.
I'm about to say something that might bother some people. And I'm apologizing for it because I've grown up in the same padded-cell American system as everyone else.
We've lost our prioreties, yes.
We've lost our honor, too.
If we had any sense of honor and self-discipline, we'd never have lost our prioreties.
Sex, self-advancement, and money are our goals in life. In no particular order.
Being a good person doesn't matter anymore.
Fighting and dying for your country? That's not fun.
Fighting and dying for someone else's country? Whatthefuck is wrong with you, dude. That's neither fun, nor sexy. Besides, that's self-sacrificial, isn't it? How can people adore you if you're dead? If you sacrifice your life so someone you don't even know can sleep safe at night, how can you make money? You'll never get to watch Britney Spears poop, that's for sure.
Made this something of a meandering, Tolstoy-length tome of this one...
didn't mean to.
I'll shut up, now.
New e-maille address.
rzenegade@sluggy.net
Because I'm bloody tired of 400-odd pieces of trash to every 1 message of importance.
(insert chorus of Vikings singing about spam)
In other news, my roommate's a
He says "hi" by the way.
I heard an interesting story from Airforce Dude Chad the other day. He'd just gotten back from Over There Where the War Is.
Some girl from California was protesting something in Israel.
Positioned herself bodily in front of a bulldozer that was blocking off a street the way only a bulldozer can.
Guess what happened.
Yeah. She got run over. Being a princess from California didin't man poo to that bulldozer, or the person driving it
No one punished the driver because, well, the chick stepped out in front of him. It's not like he chased her down with the thing..
Don't get me wrong, This is a horrible thing. But it made alot of people stop and think.
"Hi, I'm American" might not be the all-powerful phrase some people tend to think it is.
Edit. Section removal. Hah.
Andy's post also got me thinking.
10 people died last weekend. They were given a 5-minute segment on the evening news.
Then Andy changed the channel.
I'm sure alot of people did.
Before I say anything else, Andy, I'm not bashing you, nor calling you out on anything. Just so you know.
I think war is a surreal thing to our generation. Nearly every generation befor ours has been involved in some massive war or other. I'm not up on my history too well, but I know the Revolutionary war lasted a while...
1812 sticks out in my mind as having a war around it. Civil war. That mess involving the Alamo, whatever that was. World Wars one and two. Vietnam...
And hey, there are movies on each and every one.
Movies...where only the peon characters get killed. Few acceptions.
We grew up watching these movies. Grew up with the subconsious idea that only unimportant people actually get killed in wars. Our media reflects this.
A 5 minute segment reflects this.
Wars are surreal. We're surprised people get killed in them at all. Much less 10. Much less 10,000. Wars are the rantings of old crazy men on street-corners with cardboard signs that say "will ork for food" or movies with John Wayne, Ben Afflek, or Mel Gibson.
We're so padded in our world of lawsuits and cell phones and pizza delivery. It doesn't strike us as something real.
Some guys you don't know got killed in a place most can't even find on a map.
In other news, Ben and Jennifer broke up and Jennifer's all upset because Ben cheated and she's giving back the 50-bazillion dollar ring he gave her and telling him to stick it where the sun don't shine. Not that anyone should care, but by God we'll make you care because you worship these people. these people are Main Characters. These people make us money and so you should care how many times a week they take a breath!
Oh, and some other guys were shot down somewhere.
Also on the news front; Britney and her Vagas wedding! Holy Shit! Who'd have thought America's biggest whore would pull such a stunt as to...is this the end of her romp with Madonna? Who cares? You do! She'll do anything to keep your attention! even shit soft-serve, strawberry ice cream! Let's watch!
Also, Dr. Phil's new self-help book. "How to be as Great as I am."
I think somewhere we've lost our prioreties.
Not lost track of them, no.
Lost them completely.
I'm about to say something that might bother some people. And I'm apologizing for it because I've grown up in the same padded-cell American system as everyone else.
We've lost our prioreties, yes.
We've lost our honor, too.
If we had any sense of honor and self-discipline, we'd never have lost our prioreties.
Sex, self-advancement, and money are our goals in life. In no particular order.
Being a good person doesn't matter anymore.
Fighting and dying for your country? That's not fun.
Fighting and dying for someone else's country? Whatthefuck is wrong with you, dude. That's neither fun, nor sexy. Besides, that's self-sacrificial, isn't it? How can people adore you if you're dead? If you sacrifice your life so someone you don't even know can sleep safe at night, how can you make money? You'll never get to watch Britney Spears poop, that's for sure.
Made this something of a meandering, Tolstoy-length tome of this one...
didn't mean to.
I'll shut up, now.
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