Newsburrito Bitch.

Newsburrito has been a sloppy mess of prose and half-ass journalistic spats of relevance teetering on the ranting level.

I'm re-dedicating myself to Newsburrito, to do what it was originally intended to, bring forth current events, and a unique perspective on them. The goal of Newsburrito is to get people to think, regardless of how much they want to avoid it.

I'm tired of the self-censorship of outside judgement, I'm tired of a lazy, pathetic lump of human minds that seem to measure all things by accumulation of wealth. We live in a time where people are defined by their bank accounts, and that is the most twisted, grotesque existence that any awakened being can witness.

So, for those of you that do care, about the world, about where it's going, about the truths and realities of where we stand in a global war, one we refuse to call a World War, I will promise well written articles with journalistic integrity with a mix of political and social criticisms. I will try to do my best to keep the two separate, though still on the same site.

For those of you who may enjoy the more creative side to my writing, poetry and short stories, I will be putting together a different venue for this work. If you didn't already know, I spent a year of my life, 10+ hours a day, writing a short novella, so you should be supportive and check that out.

To those of you who don't read, fuck you. I don't have any use for you, your opinions truly don't matter, because anyone who gets their information or semantics solely from television is a half-wit. Sorry for being sharp, but seriously, fuck you. You are lazy, you are wasting a human mind, and because of that waste, you are doing your small part in making this place an ill-informed, shitty, ignorant, and hopeless place to exist. They say that there is no such thing as a stupid question, but you probably ask them all of the time. I don't know what you spend your time in life doing, I really don't, it isn't hard to look at words a few times a day and learn something, we exist to grow and learn learn from the past, our mistakes, new lessons, and if avoiding this really makes you a lump of shit, I mean that as nice as possible.

Oh yeah, and one more thing, if you are offended by anything, this will not be for you, if you are so blind in your nationalism that you refuse to open your mind and look at political stories from a view without punditry or slant, this isn't for you. I would apologize for my language and the subjects to be discussed, but it is people like you that are the main culprit in the self-censorship of artists of any sort to begin with, and because of the disservice you have done to mankind, fuck you too.

Too all others, to those of you who are going to visit and READ, share this. Let's start a discussion, tell people, please, seriously. Putting a well written piece together is time consuming, it really is, please appreciate that. I can't fully express how important to me it is that I'm not taking large chunks out of my day to bring insight to the world for it to go on ignored. Give it a real chance, be a part of this. Give feedback, it helps fuel my fire and keep me motivated, just a shred of acknowledgement.

That's all for now. Things will be rolling out soon. But until then, did you know there are 80 original writings on this site that I have spent five years compiling? Some of it is lackluster, and at times there is a glimmer of really good writing, I recommend you give it a look, especially if you know me and never have, because to be honest if you haven't even given my work a chance at this point, you are seriously an asshole.

Wasting Life

I sat alone, in the dark, at the age of twenty-eight, and I felt the weight of time leaning on my bones and on my mind.

"I have nothing" I thought to myself, wincing at the thought of a hundred dollars in my bank account and a little bright green car I don't like, or own, with it's squeaky brakes and it's goddamn loan.

I sat there in self-pity, and thought about the military, thought about white collars and closed deals, hand-shakes and high stakes, money rakes and busted tables, broken banks and climbing ranks, the money of my peers and countless blank stares into mirrors. I thought about every time I asked myself "What am I doing?" or told myself to "get it together" and how many times I failed to listen.

"What have I done with my life?" another sour shot at myself rang out, as I beat myself up over wasted time and a life that seemed to slip away.

A voice interrupted the wallowing with the simple suggestion of "Well..."

You French kissed a girl from France, threw up all over your pants, fought a man, shook the World Heavyweight Champion's hand, went to a foreign land, made love in the woods, told a Governor how to run his campaign, brushed a horses mane, received a standing ovation, made people from the ages of 1 to 100 laugh heartily, crashed through a barricade, climbed a tree, shot a gun, swam in December, broke some toes, broke a nose, severed a finger, kissed a red head, an older woman, a younger woman, a short woman, a tall woman, a loving woman and a hateful one, you've been a son an uncle, a brother, a cousin a grandson, a friend, an enemy and a leader.

You've followed blindly, questioned authority, broken a window, won, lost, been on a train, on a plane, on a bus, in a boat, on a snowboard, a skateboard, a bicycle, a motorcycle, earned a degree, managed a political campaign, been in a play, on the news, on a show, in the paper, read countless books, written poems, short stories, wrote a book, got the hook, broke it off, fell in love, been kicked in the head, been an arsonist a vandal a vagrant, a manager.

You've drank beers with the homeless and the rich, been arrested, gotten away, seen the mountains, the ocean, a shark and a bear, You set a bee hive on fire, gotten revenge, trained animals, you've been robbed, put a knife to a man's throat, walked away from a car crash, blushed, changed a mind, took a picture, won a bet, flipped a coin.

The voice took a deep breath and said, "I'm too tired to continue, quit your bitching and get on with it, you're fucking twenty-eight."