Can't Complain About Theft, If You've Never Been Robbed
Interesting article from The Arizona Republic here:
"Besides, when I read the list of people who are supporting Kerry, if I wasn't already a Bush supporter, I would have immediately switched. Linda reinstate? Don Henley? Geez, that's a good reason right there to vote for Bush."
I bought oil the other day at Wal-Mart on my way home from work. When I was checking out, one of my items flashed on the register ".05 cents." I thought I had gotten some sort of deal. When I looked at the receipt, I noticed that in Alabama, there's a five cent tax/fee for buying oil; some sort of environment thing. I don't exactly recall the wording, but it got me thinking. Of all the taxes on everything, why do they have to show me this? Just hide it from. Add it to the standard price for oil. I don't want to see it. But, I guess if I had just found we got charged an extra five cents per quart of oil and they didn't tell us, I would be complaining that we as the public have a right to know. Sometimes I can such a hypocrite.
When I was a child, I used to dream of getting older, like it was some sort of fantasy a typical kid would have. I told my mom I wanted to pay my mortgage, raise kids, have to clean all the time, be responsible, etc; do all of the typical adult stuff. I probably said that I didn't want Jesus to come back until I'm done being a grown up. But, as I got older, I started wanting Jesus to come back, fast even! At work, my coworkers and I tell each other to have a good night and we'll see each other tomorrow. However, it's always concluded with, "if the Lord wills it," which is proper and Biblical. As a child, those words might have frightened me. But, as an adult, my response is always, "but if he doesn't, we won't be mad." Please Jesus, come soon.
Hey ungraceful. I will teach you to forgive one another.
Hey unfaithful. I will teach you to be stronger.
Hey unloving. I will love you and will love you.
And she's lost. I'm ready to come.
Jesus I'm ready to come home.
I'm ready to come. Unfaithful. Ungraceful. And unloving.
I will love you.
Underoath- Some Will Seek Forgiveness, Others Escape
According to our counter, we got a hit from someone searching for "xxx hotguys." Kind of ironic, you would think. But, that's just the thing. We actually started meta-tagging our html with porn terms so we would get bundles of hits. We can't do it legitimately, so we'll do it the deceitful way. In actuality, it was just the randomness of two words, probably in two separate posts, and somebody's sinful plot to seek out porn on the internet.
Today marks the release of the two disc special edition version of Goodfellas. I have been waiting years for this. Atleast one year, since my copy got jacked. It's an exciting film about the life of ex-gangster, real life thug, Henry Hill. One of Martin Scorsese's best films and one of the best mob movies of all time. If you haven't ever seen, now is a good time.
There Isn't A Problem In The Church That Evangelism Can't Solve Quote for the year, I tell you.
Tonite, Jared Fries and I had a splendid time together. Read his account of our evening. It's always fun to hang out with old friends. Especially ones who never get on your nerves. Do I sound gay?
It was this evening that I coined a phrase!
Jared and I were talking about having your individual friends start hanging out together and thus building their own union of friendship. I mentioned that it bothered me because I know people and what they mean to me and that's usually individually. When they start redefining things, it messes me up. I said, [paraphrased] "Inter-friending is never good." Where do I come up with this stuff? It always sounds good in my head.
I love the weekends. Having days off is always nice, but the weekends...It just feels like freedom. It's so sad that I look forward to them though. They always disappoint. I remember when I was a kid and weekends were standard things. Now, I have to wait for every other one to come. Being an adult is tiring.
I wanted to write and display my moderately-sized vocabulary, but it's really too late for anything like that. So this is just another random post about my moderately lame life.
Today I slept late. It was just wonderful to not need an alarm clock. I fixed myself some chicken, macaroni and cheese, and lima beans for lunch. I'm really progressing as a cook. Next week, a casserole of some sort. I did a few things, but nothing big. I also needed to, though not accomplished, try to sort through my opulence of crap and figure out what I'm going to sell on Ebay before I move again. A must do for tomorrow. Another must do, church. But, I'm lazy and apparently Agnostic because I'm not going. I have made a demand to read the Bible though. Wash dishes, sort old sports cards, take pictures, et cetera are all on the agenda.
Okay, I'm growing sleepy.G'night...
"Oh the toil a lie can bring. That quitters never know. But lies can be the perfect things. If they never show." Pedro The Lion, Never Leave A Job Half Done, from Winners Never Quit.
After the other night, I really don't like the fact that I have an attractive, eighteen year old female cousin. And no, it's not because I want to date her. Lemme explain.
I went to dinner at my Aunt and Uncle's house on Tuesday night. My cousin and her boyfriend were there. Now, I've met this guy before and he seems to be an okay guy and all, but for some reason, he rubbed me the wrong way that particular night. And I know why he rubbed me the wrong way. It was because he freakin' rubbed her.
Never before in my entire life have I had the "big brother complex" with this cousin. Even when the guy got there, I didn't have any ill feelings toward him. It was only after he had been there a while before I developed this newfound interest in wanting to crack his skull open.
My cousin, the boyfriend and I were in the living room watching President Bush at a rally in Panama City Beach. The guy was rubbing my cousin's back, which wasn't that weird. Except that he was rubbing her back, underneath her shirt. Like, I could see her skin. I was just appalled that he was doing this in front of me. I tried to ignore it. The act itself isn't even that intimate, but right in front of me? I'm her first cousin; to me, that was like doing it in front of her Dad or something. Nothing else bothered me up until it was time to go. He's lucky! I hadn't seen them in about an hour. My little cousin (he's 13) and I were watching some TV. When I went outside to leave, I know I interrupted them during the making out session. I was trying to make loud noises so they would stop. I don't care if my cousin kisses, it was just that the public display of affection was too awkward for me. Anyway, as I was getting in my car, I'm looking at them, standing close, stomach to stomach, his arms around her. Really, this isn't making me mad that much. But, the fact that he's still trying to kiss her, again, IN FRONT OF ME! Now, I'm pissed. Every time he does it, my cousin pulls her head away. I know that move. I've had girls do it to me. It's because somebody is watching. And now, that somebody is me! So, only this seemingly innocent second incident is just making me furious. I guess I'm more mad at the fact that it feels like he's doing it in front of me for a reason. When I was driving home, I noticed that one of them had wrote "I love [insert cousin's name]" and his name in parenthesis on my dew drenched windshield. First of all, I hate it when people write on my window. Secondly, I was still confused why I was having to be involved into their romanticism. Am I just mad? It really bothered me. So much in fact, I thought about talking to my Aunt and Uncle about him. Ha! Especially my uncle with the gun!
No, he doesn't really have a gun... I don't think.
Happiness Is A Warm Gun Tonight, I ran into an old friend. It was nice to see this person, but it was a little awkward for me. After the first couple of words were spoken, this person started talking about another mutual friend we both have [or this person once had, as they are no longer calling them a friend]. And it was fine. I was up for talking about this. However, I had already heard one side of the story (from the other friend). I know there are two sides to every story, but I couldn't help wonder who's side was legit in this matter. This friend shared things I didn't know, which helped place together pieces of it in my head. The thing that got me was, who do I believe? I don't think either would lie to me, but they are both capable because we're all humans. So, then it became a question of who do I trust more. Both equally I guess. Regardless, I'm not worried. I don't plan on mentioning either encounter to the other, so that should keep me off the hook from having to play the whose-side-do-I-pick-game. I just wonder, since this happens so much, what side do you pick? Both of those people, didn't do any wrong to me. So, I should think about that and not get caught up in their drama, right?
Mere stars can't consolidate the smoke out of my eyes
Blinded bitterness consumed by callowness
A decision to declare decadence as an excuse for holiness
I press onward
Beneath the waterlines we watch life move
We displace and replace
Floating objects to sterilize
Better reasons for lying than living
Accommodating a commanding lead over the others
Sought for the right to be the proud
Mortality doesn’t always have nobility
Morality doesn’t always bring notoriety
Unruly blind men are the geniuses
Seeking nothing more than what's rightfully theirs
Hard escapades to escape
Little left for anything else
Predictive as the butterfly's flight
For you it's a source of revenue
If you are like me, and even if you are not, you probably already have your mind made up about who you are going to vote for in this upcoming election. Some of us are more headstrong than others, I suppose. In that regard though, I have a proposition for you. If you are not an avid Bush-hater, vote for him. I submit to you that with his first term almost over, things cannot get much worse. However, if we elect the ever-shifting Senator Kerry, things will get much worse. I could sit here and feed you pros and cons of both sides, but you've already heard enough of that. So, here is my satirical plea to you. If you vote for President Bush and get him reelected, I will vote for Hillary Clinton for president in 2008. Help me help you. Frankly, I'm not so sure that the former First Lady wasn't a worse nominee for the Democratic nomination than Kerry was. So, here it is: Bush 04, then Clinton in 2008. Deal?
JeffyJeffW: i have nothing to say
JeffyJeffW: tell me what i should write about
JeffyJeffW: like a commentary
dobler 34: and you'll do it? if its not too ridiculous?
dobler 34: hmm
dobler 34: i'm thinking really hard...
JeffyJeffW: so, what's my topic?
dobler 34: FEAR of the ESTABLISHMENT
In my efforts to be able to speak about a topic that is pertinent to my philosophical position, I must clarify an initial preface to make clear my thoughts on this globally impacting issue.
It is my belief that the establishment isn't a Mecca for the conglomerate capitalists who monopolize the world in which we live. Yet, however, the establishment is the reason for why I concern myself with the words and topics such as corporateism and mainstreamology. It is my understanding that the establishment is much more than a fundamental idea passed down from one generation of "go-getters" to another. Moreover, it is a pattern of thoughts that possess a nation of believers into heresy if one nay sayer of this idea opposes said thought process. The establishment can be anything and cannot be anything. Therefore, there is no real establishment. But, if there is no real establishment, why do so many people complain about this force which reckons havoc upon the masses?
As previously stated, the establishment, or otherwise known by such names "the man, yuppies, and the Clinton's", is a cleverly crafted position that is as inanimate as your PC. However, just like your computer, it is still heavily intelligent and thoroughly complicated. The establishment could be something or might be nothing, or possibly everything. There is no real way to be sure, but in an attempt to inform you of this, I will expound upon these ideas a little more specifically.
Now that we've clarified what the establishment could be, I'd like to use detailed examples of what it could and could not be. You could be the establishment. The government could be the establishment. Your school could be the establishment. Your best friend could be the establishment. Anything could be the establish. But, it really seems like we're taking a fatalistic approach to understanding this view. Sociologically speaking, the demise or success of our community could or could not, hypothetically, initially, racially, cognitively, unabashedly, et cetera, be affected by this idea. But, psychologically, the fate of our existence is more dependent on what you think and what you stand for. So what makes you the victim? What must one be dependent upon to fight this ever endangering escapade of engaging economics? Self. Regardless of whether the establishment could be good or bad, you must remain headstrong. Wait... the establishment could be a good thing as well? Maybe.
An example of the establishment being a positive could be our government. I love democracy... Woah, wait a minute! Didn't you say the government could be the establishment? Yes I did. But, does that make democracy a terrible idea? No. It's the order in which our country's legalities flow. We have to accept certain things, but that doesn't mean you have to buy everything they're selling.. Am I a poser for saying the government is cool? As a advocate for anti-establishment, I suppose I should be an anarchist. That kind of nihilism is just depressive. Plus, if I later find out that the government is the establishment, there will still be time to overthrow it. For now, we'll just work within the system.
So, how can you prevent yourself from being a proponent of brainwashing. Well, buying into the lies is what spreads the disease. But, you can protect yourself. Using knowledge can protect you against the deadly virus and can help you prevent yourself from contracting it. Making yourself aware is the key. By believing in this hierarchy of falseness is the only way you can be sucked in. Buying into the ideas of the machine that these sellers-of-sales want you to purchase makes you the victim. How can you avoid such a downfall into despair?
Think for yourself.
Not shopping at trendy stores and abhorring top 40 music is one way I avoid the establishment. It's obvious I do not support it's silly notions. Plus, it might not all be byproducts of the establishment itself. I do what I can though. But that doesn't mean that it's solving all the problems. We, as a people who advocate freedom of the thought, despise the establishment. It is our duty to remain focused on our goals and not be concerned with the trivialities. Focus on the fight and for your right to think outside the box. Otherwise, we'll all be stars in the dope show...