Tonight I Stand in The Face of History

Tonight may be the last election I witness in American history. People in this country are sick, tired, and poor. The people of this country proved to me tonight they are angry with something in government that cannot be defined by Democrat or Republican. They are angry with a broken system that has disenfranchised them.


I just witnessed national news call Idaho’s Governor race after one-hundred votes. The editors were quick to pull the number from the screen, replacing it with a checkmark graphic next to the projected winner. I saw South Carolina elect a Governor to run their state, with little over twenty-five percent of the population’s vote. My state of Ohio elected it’s Governor with around 30% of the population voting, this is a recurring theme in every state tonight.


Tonight I saw sixty congressional seats and House Majority go to the Republicans two short years after the media claimed the Republican Party died a horrible death, at the hands of a new Democratic wave led by Obama.


Two years after “change” swept the country, “change” has swept through once again.


George Bush exposed corruption in government through his incompetence. I thought to myself many times, “this guy can’t be in charge, someone else has to be making these decisions.” Because of this, I consider George W. Bush the best president of modern times because of his transparency. It didn’t show in policy, but it showed through his horribly written speeches, idiotic debates, and hesitance to respond to anything the American public told him. George W. Bush was incompetent and the worst actor in U.S. Presidential history, and because of this I beame more informed and involved in the way my country works. George Bush woke a sleeping giant with his blunders. This government has led us astray long before George W. Bush, but Bush made government corruption blatant, he brought it to the forefront of our minds.


It was clear after Iraq that Bush’s agenda was not an agenda of the people. It was obvious his agenda was not one of peace or prosperity. We destroyed a surplus and sunk our country through out of control spending led by Republicans. We went into two unjust and pre-emptive wars, incited by an isolated terror attack, and did so led by Republicans.


George Bush won his first presidency without the popular vote, and won a second term through roused patriotism found in wartime. During this time the First Amendment was weakened through the implementation of “Free Speech Zones” repressing the right of assembly. Personal freedoms were fringed upon through the “Patriot Act” as the public’s phones, computers, and privacy could be monitored by the government and police without a warrant. During this time “Habeas Corpus” was damaged by the exposing of water-boarding by the CIA and military.


Dress the facts up in any garb of nationalism you want, but our nation became one of pre-emptive war, where torture tactics became Standard Operating Procedure, and many people around the world were detained, and in some cases executed without any due process of law. We witnessed gay citizens denied their right to happiness and marriage because of religious beliefs that defined marriage, in a country where our forefathers stated a forced separation of church and state.


President George W. Bush’s approval average was forty-nine percent, the highest approval average of any president monitored was John F. Kennedy at seventy percent, who was assassinated. The highest approval point of Kennedy was 83%, Bush’s highest was 90% after the terrorist attacks of 9/11, pushing him into a second term. There is a large shroud of doubt surrounding Kennedy’s assassination, as well as there is surrounding the attacks of 9/11 and the “War on Terror”. Both times the term “conspiracy theory” is tossed around loosely at those who have legitimate questions about details, I believe politicians and “powers that be” change policy and focus on approval ratings more than the people do.


President Obama came into an America angered by politics, after being led by leaders into two blundered wars. John McCain held a lot of support as a moderate Republican who opposed Bush in many of his policies, he touted a respectable service record both in the military and in his public service. According to polls McCain and Obama were very close, until McCain chose the globally ignorant and unseasoned Sarah Palin as his running mate. I thought to myself, “there is no way he is making these campaign decisions" A feeling similar to the feelings I held of the Bush administration. McCain later confirmed Palin was not his decision, and neither were the uncharacteristically brutal and right-wing tactics of his campaign. The man running for president was told what to do by someone else, and it wrecked his campaign.


Obama won the presidency on campaign promises of “change”, the ending of Bush’s wars and the repealing of his policies. Patriot Act and Free Speech Zones were never touched. Troops pulled offensive operations from Iraq but still thousands of troops are in Iraq monitoring the country. The War in Afghanistan has escalated along with drone attacks inside Pakistan borders. Before Bush left office he pushed through a one-hundred and seventy billion dollar stimulus and the printing of more money which pushed inflation of U.S. currency. Obama’s bailout is said to possibly cost upward of three trillion dollars by it’s end. The bailout ensured the upholding of debts held by citizens after the banks proceeded with predatory lending and increases in interest rates of loans. Many have realized foreign policy and domestic policy lacks major change since Obama’s election. It almost seems as if once elected, someone else dictated to Obama what to do My guess is that before he ever sat in the oval office, a large stack of classified briefing papers waited on his desk. The same papers that await every U.S. president. I don’t know what they are or what they say, and that is why I don’t visually age a decade in less than four years.


Many believed if Obama was not elected and failed Bush policies continued under a Republican leader, that Liberals would revolt, weary of the election process and it’s fairness, the effectiveness of ballot counting machines, and the continuation of unpopular American policies.


In a short time President Obama dropped from the public’s choice for change to a forty-seven percent approval rating. Talks of tax increases on a strangling public proved to be the final straw, as Republicans won back a majority after all the damage the party and Bush caused. National unemployment is the highest since The Great Depression. After the housing bubble burst, people are not only losing their jobs, but they are losing their homes, all because of contracts being held over their heads by the very banks their tax-dollars helped bail out. The Democrats botched their chance to fix what ails the country. I wouldn’t expect anything else, as my time in politics has only taught me someone is always on a phone pulling strings, regardless of what party or how powerful the person.



Over the past thirty years we have watched our economic powerhouse collapse. While we continue to drive inflation, print money, and bail out predatory lenders, our factories and unionized jobs have been shipped overseas to underpaid serfs without unionization in countries that take advantage of unfair trade practices. Corporations in our country have effectively bankrupted our people and dissolved their livlihoods while simultaneously enslaving working populations of third world countries globally. Most goods purchased are not manufactured in America, and all goods only cost the producer a miniscule fraction of what they cost the customer. Our once proud economy has become a glorified pyramid scheme, where people like Bernie Madoff are simply a product of their environment. Cheap products sold by untrustworthy men, created to break so they are bought once again. Money decides our careers, our decisions, often our relationships, it also dictates American politics, and has done so well before George Bush took office.


I reflect on this all tonight after rich Republicans take power from rich Democrats in the legislature. The legislature has routinely failed the country and working-class for well over a decade, regardless of which party controlled the Presidency, Congress, or Senate. I look at a public, where the majority does not even take to the ballot. The voting population and minority swings itself on political talking points, repeated through the media and political commercials purchased by the rich politicians and parties.



During 2008 all I heard in any Democratic commercials was the word “change”, in 2010 all I have heard from Republicans was the word “spending”. Once again I did not hear one detailed plan of how anything will happen, why it will happen or when. I did not see one debate where two educated people identified problems and gave specifics to how they would solve them. I saw politics as usual, we turn one way to be let down, then turn the other way in desperation only to again be let down. We will see this trend again only a few short months into this Republican House majority. This is how an oligarchy that is out of touch with the public operates. It takes and absorbs without intentions of ever giving back.


In 2012 the voting minority will either be so tired of the Republican House that they will narrowly vote Obama in for a second term, or they will be so tired of Obama that he will lose the presidency to whatever choice the Republican Party brings forth. If Obama wins, the country will be even further divided and agitated by the end of his presidency. If the Republican Party wins the Presidency and holds on to a majority of the House the inevitable will happen, political chaos. I can’t claim to know when this will happen but I strongly believe it will happen in the next five years. This political unrest has already begun in countries all over the world such as Greece, and I believe the unrest will spread as does the failure of a global economy created and run by corporate leaders and politicians who can never gain enough money or power to satisfy their greed.



Most of the population recognizes early on they will never be President, but now a majority realizes they will never live as citizens respected by their elected officials in the nation their forefathers built. They have long been disenfranchised by two parties controlled by corporate donation money, but now people are losing their homes and their jobs. If these financial trends continue at the pace they have, and the political landscape does not change drastically in the next four years, there will be a revolt.


I fail to say revolution because I believe that would signify a unified and popular mass looking for major reforms to government and policy. I believe we will have a dumbed down and angry mob mentality sweeping the country that has been fueled by government and politics that has mutilated unity in this country through divide and conquer politics. The left and right are angry with government, but also hold a deep hatred for one another, orchestrated by divisive leaders who are not in touch with the American people and the social issues they want resolved. It is just a matter of time before the anger boils over against one another, or the public becomes angry at the same government at the same time.



Most people don’t want this to happen, I am one of those people. But then again, most people don’t vote, they don’t go to rally’s, they don’t scream and demean those with opposing political views. Most people in this country are tolerant of different races, religions, and personal choices, because they have more important things to do than point out others in hatred. The majority is controlled by the minority in elections, a one percent minority controls ninety-nine percent of the country’s wealth. Instead of pulling together for real change and solutions we eat each other while the elite sit back and watch, so high on the pyramid that it doesn’t matter who we elect in this country. They are global, powerful, and out of our political reach.


Tonight I look at a mess created by corrupt politicians on both sides who carelessly affect our everyday lives, running rampant with our finances, destroying our values as a nation. The government decides who can be married, the government OK’d domestic spying, the government OK’d pre-emptive wars and developed imperialism in a country built upon non-interventionist beliefs, the government printed tax dollars to hold its public in debt while destroying the value of the dollar, the government tells the people where to pray and where to protest while the media tells them what to think. After public is told what to think they vote, only to regret their vote once again a few short months.


Tonight I reflect on a broken system and the last peaceful American election I may witness. By 2012 I think the country will either be on the edge of increasing violence, or it will be recognized the election process is so corrupt and broken that I, along with a majority will fail to recognize it as an election at all. While I hope political violence does not spread across the country, I believe it is inevitable. I don’t believe this country will ever be the same again after tonight, I believe anger will hit levels never seen before in my times. It only takes thirty percent to control the other seventy, and it takes way less to cause disturbances or growing violence. Either the people will turn on each other, or the people will turn on their government, at which time the government will strike back hard and repressively. I believed this unrest would be subsided by Obama’s election. After Obama has gone into the midterm elections with such a low approval rating, I believe it’s only a matter of time before things erupt if the economy does not mend.

History has shown lethargy and gridlock in policy when a President’s party is opposite of the legislature’s policy. Based on this, the most hopeful we can be for the future is that things will stay exactly as they are, and I don’t believe most people find that status quo acceptable.


In that time I will keep my beliefs and hope for a better future.

The Definition of "Politician"

Effeminate middle aged men with faces like a planks of wood, always with a twisted grin.


They piss on your lawn, put a gun to your face, and ask for 25% of your money, then move on to the neighbor's.


All day they call the house to say "better me do this than someone else". They implement a new policy, ten television channels must be dedicated to them.


After a night of sleep, the pricks show up in the morning and steal your newspaper, leaving only advertisements.


One politician ask your daughter if she wants a job, making you think "Maybe he's not such a bad guy". Three months later she comes back broke and pregnant, but she refers to herself as an intern.


You get mad, want to kill the bastards, but when you go to confront the politicians one waves his hand and says "none of that happened".


He is a masterful orator, so you go home and forget about it.

The Noise

Six in the morning, deep into the REM stages of slumber.
Sixteen paws, each holding four pointed, thick nails loudly ticking and tacking against the constantly creaking wood floor directly above.


For dogs this is the best time to romp around. Wood antiques, loose window panes, and random metal trinkets hanging from rusted nails in drywall clamor loudly.
A screeching voice pierces the air every fifteen minutes, "STOP!"
What is with all the fucking noise? Too many goddamn dogs in the house.


Eight AM, the phone rings...ignore. The phone rings again...ignore. It rings once more, plastic cracks against a concrete basement wall then hits the floor.


Two PM, loud stomping shakes the ceiling, two voices speak for a few seconds then loudly scream at one another. The words are pointless, suffocated by the noise.
A car door shuts, peeling tires squeal.


Five PM, the door slams, a solo voice deeply growls into the phone. A grunting soliloquy of four-letter words shoots through bone then trails off. The door slams again.


How can anyone think with all the noise?


Seven PM, Outside for a cigarette to calm the nerves. The sunset is magnificent, deep red and blue skies greet sparkling darkness.
The scene is interrupted by a coach's whistle.


"Don't ever do that again!" He hollers to an eleven year old, plastic pads crash over and over.


Being told what to do loses effectiveness with age, but the noise will always strike a nerve. Ask the hypocrite middle-aged neighbor, calling the police on teens with a house to themselves on Friday night.


The noise destroys concentration, boils the blood, it can cause madness.
The only thing worse than the noise, is no noise at all.

Henry's Day

Henry’s alarm clock buzzed loudly, gradually increasing volume with every passing second, to remind him every minute asleep was a minute lost. He woke promptly, but only sensed darkness. The continued tradition of breakfast before dawn followed as his wife Maggie readied herself for work. For years during these times Henry mapped out the day; neighbors to visit, properties to fix, family members to check on. Well over a decade of retirement, and Henry refused to relax, life lacked lethargy and so did Henry.

“I’m off to the hospital” Maggie’s southern draw echoed, as she kissed Henry on the cheek.

Bells above jingled as she slammed the insulated door Henry built years before. Moments later, Henry heard the door of a new model SUV shut and drive off. Annoyed by the sudden silence, Henry guided himself to the small kitchen television, and turned to the news. He repeatedly dipped a cold spoon into a cereal bowl Maggie poured, then paused with the spoon mid-air.

“The DOW is down even further today, which make us wonder...when is this going to end?” The uppity newscaster announced.

Henry shook his head, a blurry sunrise rested in his left peripheral. He labored for decades as a carpenter and as manager of a lawn-mower company, only to see his life savings sucked dry from economic collapse and from the surgeries. At twelve he lost most sight in the left eye, and at seventy-five he lost all sight in the right. Expensive doctors told Henry he may see again, so every three months after the surgery he took the pricey injections, worked hard on rehab exercises, and stayed determined. The surgery, exercises, and determination never brought back clear vision. Henry muted the television.

Henry was never a man of prayer, he saw himself as a practical man. He became even more practical after witnessing the deterioration and death of his first wife...Schizophrenia. After her death, the lawn-mower company offered him a new position, one in South Carolina. The carpentry trade was too rugged for a man of his age, so he took the position. It was a chance to leave behind pains of loss, a way to keep working and living without distracting emotion. Henry’s son, Henry Jr. followed in Dad’s footsteps, and became a formidable carpenter back in his home state of Ohio through the years apart.

Henry thought about his son, both wives, and his four daughters over breakfast. Every few weeks he would call and ask how weather was up North (it tended to be warm in the Summer and cold in the Winter) The short period of reflection and stagnation turned to frustration, so Henry walked outside. The stroll became a struggle for Henry; down two flights of stairs, across a steep lawn, and to the dock, where a pontoon and speed boat rocked in crisp lake waves. Dry air told Henry the boats would soon need raised from the lake. For a few moments, Henry didn’t think about anything; wind played the water below, wood clanked against rock, and every few moments a Gar’s fin splashed in the air as it preyed on bluegill below. Soon the noises sounded too familiar, boring Henry into another task- retrieving the mail.

With his head cocked to the right Henry slowly shuffled away from the lake and to the front yard, bracing himself against every tree and landmark on the way. Dead pine needles cushioned thick crab grass and clay beneath him. Inside the old black mailbox a thick stack of magazines, letters, bills, and advertisements filled the space.

“Damnit” Henry spat allowed, pulling a toothpick from his pocket to chew on, a way to calm nerves after quitting chewing tobacco.

Henry forgot to bring outgoing mail, knowing he would later retrace his footsteps, only taking time away from the day’s other tasks. He closed the box and walked to the front door.Once inside, Henry passed a computer he never used and a keyboard he never played in a room he never occupied in route to the kitchen. He slapped the mail onto the kitchen table, then grabbed a pen, checkbook, and large magnifier from a miniature basket on the table. Reading every letter and paper received became the day’s most time consuming task. He wrote a check and set it aside for Maggie’s review, then continued until he came across a letter concerning his grandson.

“The amount below is delinquent” The letter read.

Henry shook his head in disgust. He never went to college, yet he owned two cars, a truck, a lake-house, three boats, a jet ski, an arsenal of guns, and four wheeler, all in cash, and all from hard work. Years before he co-signed a student loan for his grandson. Henry Jr. wanted to name the grandson Henry III, but Henry Jr.’s ex named him Dustin, citing Henry Jr.’s drug and physical abuse as reasons Henry didn’t deserve the freedom. Dustin was the first of his mother and father’s family to attend a big University, and now the bastard had trouble paying his debts.

Every few months a letter would arrive at Henry’s house in regards to the loan, but Dustin always gave excuses. He was living in a friend’s closet, couldn’t find a job, had been laid off, he simply couldn’t afford his school debt, which he compared to a mortgage. Henry never missed a payment on anything, and didn’t understand how anyone could. Dustin’s mother didn’t work for years as she raised Dustin’s brothers, Henry assumed the same lethargy moved to Dustin.

Henry hadn’t seen Dustin in years. Henry Jr. moved to South Carolina at one point, and Dustin lived back North with his other family. He visited every summer before college, sometimes staying for weeks, the two fished, drank beers, and worked alongside one another on Henry’s properties. In high school Dustin worked at Henry’s favorite local restaurant back in Ohio. Henry offered to pay for the business and franchising rights, so Dustin would run the business. The fifteen year old Dustin declined, saying he wanted to stay in school and with his brothers. Though he was often disappointed, Henry missed Dustin.

Henry guided himself along the kitchen table into the living room, where dusty pictures of a young, sixty-year old Henry sat atop a fireplace in the living room, below a large mouth bass mounted on the wall. Henry sat comfortably in his large recliner next to the phone, feeling his way around the wide key pad to call Dustin and remind him of his obligations. The phone rang, but Dustin never answered. It was eight in the morning, so Henry called again, hoping to wake Dustin up before work, or to simply wake him from unemployment, Henry never knew what Dustin was up to.

On the other side of the ringing Dustin looked at the incoming calls and ignored them. He was broke, homeless and far in debt from school, but knew none of this mattered to his grandfather, all that mattered was a payment which was late. Dustin remembered times when Henry called him every few weeks to ask about the weather or sent a birthday card which always arrived on the right day. Recently Dustin only received angry letters from Henry, or condescending phone messages about “all that education”. He once looked up to his grandfather, but now only wanted to be left alone. After years of a broken and awkward relationship with his father, Dustin only felt tied to the family through his grandfather, but he no longer felt that connection after the nasty called and letters.

“That makes me so damn hot in the collar” Henry shouted to himself, hanging up the phone.

He rested for a few moments in the recliner, seething from the lack of respect and gratefulness. In hopes to appease his feelings he called his son Henry Jr., only to hear more ringing with no answer. Henry Jr. lived in Ohio with his new wife but traveled the country, working on different building contracts from state to state. Henry again hung up the phone and shook his head. The morning heated as it neared noon. Henry sat in darkness, tired of the taunting nature of a blurred son in the corner of his eye.

A Pint of Humanity

Daggers of Sun attempted to pierce the thick fog, crashing into overbearing molecules. The mixture spread across open land in one cloud of dim light. Morning dew caused grass to glisten, illuminating the vast hillside region where pockets of men anxiously awaited battle in scattered troughs. The divided fractions of fragile creatures bickered and plotted without knowledge of simultaneous bickering and plotting among multiple other groups of hill folk, adding volume to buckets of plausible and possible outcomes.

Deep, hardened voices of un-worried warriors carried meters into the atmosphere, transforming into high pitched squeaks squelched by miles of mist. While separate but equal sized specks of humanity contemplated issues such as “victory” or “tactics”, moist air managed to easily evaporate without notice or resistance. Further in the distance condensation sat atop strawberry fields, which patiently anticipated a plucking.

Humid heat dominated the aging day as soldiers’ stomachs saturated pan fried breakfasts, unfamiliar aromas attracted the attention of nearby animals though unable to identify origins of the scents. Restless rallies of the random rowdies signified growing tension inside the battalions, leaders enticed followers who left behind the lethargic and marched up their respective hills.

The clans converged, carrying flags of different creatures and creative symbols. Up close, blood splattered, bodies mangled, and men turned into beasts; animals walked by nervously, aware of the unnatural culmination of confrontation between their masters. Far away, other events occurred and passed, ignorant of the brutal bravery and blatant savageness. The Sun rose alongside mounting violence, then fell as forces waned and lives vanished.

Only the most resilient of fighters survived in each army, but every weapon emptied of bullets. The remaining yelled in efforts to persuade one another. Eloquent presentations morphed into “hmms” and rabbling, clashing words created one Neanderthal poem.

“Abortion! Abortion! Proportion, extortion, divorcing and war, greedy and poor! Money money money, money. Money.....money! Prison, drugs, regulation, hugs, left right, in hindsight. Taxes and faxes, rackets then rockets, pickets and pockets, politician, superstition! Science! Gods! distribution of Ipods! Media, propaganda, conspiracy, Miranda. Arrest, detest, constitution, prostitution!”

Night expanded and stars flickered in the dark, worlds and realities drifted by, unaware of time or rhyme. Imaginative creatures collided and collapsed in formations while crickets tweeted and chirped. The crickets were war survivors forming federal government, figuring who founded and who would lead, who could stay and who must leave. The insignificants slept soundly, their dreams appraised significance of the day.

Just as the sun came and went, the men would gather and the men would split. A great flood came and washed away the SOB’s, just like something defeating disease. The scene faded and shrunk, smaller and smaller into the unknown. Giant stars and clusters of mass grouped into tiny molecules and waves. The waves fluidly passed through the mind of a man. To the clashing specks of different ideologies and arguments, the man was God. To God, he was but a man, washing away cluttered thoughts of the day, vicious debates over cities and states, drowned with a pint and some laughs with his mates.

Know Your True Enemy

http://www.cnn.com/video/#/video/bestoftv/2010/08/15/nr.islamic.center.debate.cnn?hpt=Sbin

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nYvdBM3EHxk

These videos are more evidence of religious people and trained persuasive clowns pitting Americans against each other and attempting to rally others for what I think is their desire for one last ignorant religious or race battle. Using a Christian medium to interpret a different religion is almost as dangerous and isolating as formulating policy based on organized religious beliefs, especially those that parallel propaganda used for Christian Crusades in centuries past. Islam, Christianity, and Judaism all have blood on their hands. That is the reality.

I`m not siding with any religion, as in many Muslim media outlets Muslim superiority is being preached along with the call for a battle with Christianity. All I have seen in the media is a reoccurring theme of using illegal immigration debate, religion, race, and and natural disasters to cloud foreign policy and domestic monetary issues which we the people have no control over, but actually affect our day to day lives.

Pay attention to what`s going on between Israel and Iran right now, as it won`t reach the public nerve until it`s too late. Pay attention to the fact that almost half of the banker bailout money was given to foreign banks that have no interest in the American people, the other half given to domestic ones which also care not about the American people, and would spend large portions of our taxes to give higher ups raises and expensive vacations.

Instead of these issues getting repetitive attention, the issue of a mosque in New York takes the country by storm. Controversies like this benefit those who wish to pass legislation under our noses.

The military industrial complex of the US is gaining enemies of all walks of life across the world, yet we focus on our boogieman "Islam". Sadly, after NAFTA, our main industry is military weapons, which depend on war to survive. The real enemy of the United States people is the federal government, and both political parties, who are sucking all people dry of financial stability while pushing forward policies that don`t reflect the non-interventionist history and beliefs of most American citizens.

They do all this, while aggressively spreading fear among the population and stealing constitutional rights from both the people and states. Politics has overtaken policy. Dividing ourselves based on self identified differences makes this task easier. The media puts up a smokescreen to help put a curtain over the real evil being done to the people. Divide and conquer, make the masses feel they are "other" from one another, so that the important debates on our future are held behind closed doors. To be explained by a White House spokesperson who only knows the phrase "next question".

Both parties are guilty since the 80`s of ripping out our heart and foundation (industry) then shipping it overseas to benefit the top 1% of the population, American born CEO`S that spend most of their lives vacationing on foreign beaches. Tax breaks hit top people in the companies, but nothing trickles down to Americans, nor does it trickle down to the underpaid foreigners working these labor jobs for dirt.

This is where our attention and energy should be focused. Instead, a decade after 9/11, the emotional nerve that day created for us all is constantly struck by politicians and the media. The striking of this nerve blinds us over and over again, paralyzing our ability to look at other problems. I`m not in New York or Arizona. My state`s day to day battle is to bring production jobs back to this country. I believe this to be the battle most towns and cities across the country face.

The American worker and student is becoming less valued. Our job security is constantly at risk, often we no longer have pride in our jobs, but contempt for them. Because of pay, because bosses are degrading, because many jobs are life consuming or dead end.

I do not fear terrorism, Islam, or Al-Qaeda, none hold the ability to ever threaten the sovereignty or infrastructure of America outside of planning cowardly attacks on innocent civilians, with the objective of spreading fear.

I fear those who everyday work to strip us of our constitutional rights in the name of the War on Terror. I fear those who make it their agenda to take the 2nd amendment rights from responsible gun owners who wish to protect their property, family and country. I fear those who believe it is OK to place cameras on street corners in order to increase revenue from fines, or those who cut deals with private phone companies in order to expand domestic espionage, or give government contracts to already large companies so they can continue to expand and dominate our market instead of letting competition play on an even field.

I fear any man in a suit who believes it is duty to tell me and the rest of my people "it`s for your own good" without in depth explanation or facts. I fear any straight-faced TV personality that sucks emotion from war and makes the debate matter of fact, with an objective and target. With no plan other than to beat the war drum which will benefit large corporations more than the foreign country planned to attack or the American people.

I fear a president who believes it is OK to give Congress a few short hours to read through legislation with over 1,000 pages that takes hundreds of billions of dollars from tax-payers to bail out banks, so that they may hold the already struggling working class responsible for debts, hidden charges, and interest rates they cannot cover. Now with higher taxes.

We are being robbed and destroyed by those who are supposed to serve our best interests. We are becoming enslaved to corruption. We are being pitted against one another by others that harness our anger, to string us along like puppets. All in the name of a currency.

Our products and service are cheapening while the price for them rises. Our economy is based on swindling one another then having a good lawyer, instead of fair competition flourishing based on price, quality, or pride in the product. Both the private and public sector do everything to drain as much money as possible from those who work hard for their checks. Stealing currency, that the higher ups already stripped of having any physical value to back up.

While you find it harder to afford to live a regular life, or afford to treat yourself against a medical condition, or afford to bury a loved one, or harder to find a fulfilling job, or nice home to raise a family in, others are sitting on fortunes you cannot begin to comprehend, and are doing so on your dime, hard work, and suffering.

While your right to privacy is stripped, and increasing debt has reduced you to a shallow human being who`s only goals and decisions in life revolve around money, debates about Mexicans or Mosques are being raised, to channel our anger toward a race of people or a religion. Turning us into nationalist monsters instead of effectively informed citizens.

The joke is on you America, you have been Punk`d. This message has been brought to you by McDonald`s, now hurry up, eat it, become lethargic, and die, so the board can go to The Caribbean, and politicians can continue harmful policies because your fat ass is too lazy to pay attention, or actually want to make a change. Oh, and 25% of your paycheck is going to us, because if it doesn`t, a terrorist from a global organization with less than 300 members is more than likely going to blow YOU up on the way to Mcdonald`s. Stop being afraid of the inevitable, death. Start living and dying for a better world.

Let's All Die!

If you aren't already aware, there is speculation that the world is going to end on December 21st 2012. So save your money, you are going to miss Christmas that year.

I remember the last time the world ended, it was New Years Day, at midnight, 2000. Since that catastrophe we as a people have been able to re-build our world in a very short time. Thank God for that quick rebound.

When I wake up on December 22nd and the world hasn't ended I am not going to be happy. After two "World Endings" in a short 24 year lifespan, I am fed up. I propose the first person who perpetuates the next world ending rumor, after this one is proven to be false, is to be castrated.

Maybe not castrated, but at least sterilized.

The crash and burn mentality of this world's people is going to cause the world to crash and burn. Things are getting unnatural.

People stock piling weapons, ready to kill other people as soon as shit hits the fan. Large underground concrete apartments for "post-apocalypse living". The continuous proliferation of nuclear weapons. Without even getting into environmental issues, it seems as if we are willing the destructive end to come...and soon rather than later.

Many religious folk call onto this apocalypse, and look forward to it. Because in every holy book, the only thing that hasn't happened yet is the end, so they have been waiting over a thousand years for the Apocalypse to validate their beliefs, so I guess they are getting impatient. That's understandable.

Katrina and the Gulf Oil Spill have exposed a large weakness of America, we have a difficult time recovering from disaster. Our response is slow, our people are unable to work together, and our federal government is severely flawed internally.

It would only take one nuke to throw us into complete self-destructive chaos. The panic would overtake reason, and we would become cannibals instead of working together in order to rebuild.

Anyone claiming they know when the end is coming is full of shit. Nobody will know it's arrived until the Grim Reaper smacks us in the face, that's part of the whole production. The end could come at any instant, whether it is on the individual or global level. Nukes, sting ray, car, snake, diabetes, cancer, poison ivy in the eyes, drug overdose, plane crash, heart attack, boat accident, fork-lift accident, heavy farm equipment accident, conveyor belt accident, pork chop accident, baby pool accident, fall asleep with cigarette in hand, trampled by elephants, eaten by sharks, attacked by bees and are allergic, asphyxiation, etc. Lets face it, the odds of survival are not in our favor.

Here is an open speech to our civilization:

Look, culture that is awkwardly obsessed with destruction and every thing's death. You only live once. Here's a beer, calm down, stop talking about nuclear fallout, and poison water and Satan walking around, and BIG ANGRY GOD, and people burning alive, and then in Hell eternally. Lot of fire, It sucks I know, but I don't really know how to prepare for something on that scale, so I will just worry about it when I am at that juncture.

So yeah prepare if you want, buy guns, non-perishable food items, things of that sort, no problems with that. Stay on top of the game general public, protect your families. But to the people who pray for it on Sunday, then go out and make multi-million dollar arms deals the next...what!? What are you doing?

I don't know when the end is coming, but if these bat-shit crazy, greedy, demonic, animals have their way...it is fast approaching.

I'll just do my part and not kill someone. I also will not be a stereotypical German scientist, and develop science that can destroy the planet in an instant, then sell it off to both the highest and lowest bidders. Can't forget those goddamn German Scientists, always pissing on, and pissing off nature.

The world just ended again...at least the one you were present in 20 minutes ago. Oh, it just ended again, well not that one, but a different one you were separately present in, at a different time, it's slightly different than this one.

You see? Worrying about the end of the world is pointless.