if phoenix bans the use of cell phones in cars (while driving), they must ban all eating, drinking, smoking, laughing, sneezing, farting, blinking, chewing, singing, and listening to the radio. since we have apparently decided to become socialists, we must ALL give up ALL things that might distract us from driving, because clearly we cannot take care of ourselves. we are not adults--but small children, who are merely playing in a dangerous world. we need fat men who eat too much meat to tell us that our environment is dying from an increase in temperature due to our ignorant consumption. pompous politicians have the arrogance to tout fictional concepts of global warming while there are sick and homeless people dying in our streets.

IF WE CANNOT EVEN TAKE CARE OF OUR OWN, WHAT REASON DO WE HAVE TO PRESERVE THE EARTH?

i am sick and tired of meat eating, dairy consuming, SUV driving hollywood leftists screeching and screaming their radical religious sermons at me. they want to force their god of "peace and love and save the planet" down my throat. they are hypocrites, the lot of them--for when a man of the cloth evangelizes them, they snicker and sneer at his conservatism, calling him a prude and a fanatic. i will never under any circumstance take anything they have to say seriously, and i will shout my opposition to them from the rooftops.

mistake. mistakes. mistakes were made. if i hear the word mistake one more time i will lose my religion. i find it so ironic that humans actually accuse other humans of making mistakes when they themselves are guilty of travesties of the worst kind. people need to stop pointing the finger and examine themselves--as ugly as it may be.

liberalism is a dying fad, that will ultimately be proven ineffective and antiquated. "don't tell me what i'm doing wrong, but when i tell you what you are doing wrong, you had better listen to me or else you will be an intolerant, ignorant, heartless dumba**.

i despise the news.
in fact, i could do without ever viewing another newscast or news story ever again.
however, i rely on such rubbish to know what is happening in the world.
it is unfortunate that my options for keeping up are so limited.
after all, the news is so primitive.

i saw exactly five front page stories this week that were not deserving of the title.
i saw two newscasts that were completely worthless, and run by uneducated imbeciles.
i heard four stories that were "factual" happenings, but really were op ed pieces.
i saw three ridiculous magazine covers, peppered with "celebrity" gossip.
a funny faux-hawk made the news, and it ended up being only pony tails.

i hate the news. i despise the news. lin sue can eat her words, and lipstick too.

all i can say...

When you try your best, but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse

And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?

Lights will guide you home,
And ignite your bones,
And I will try to fix you

--coldplay

i cannot fix you, you don't want to be fixed
good things never seem to last, this is no different

i'm glad that i don't have to associate with politicians regularly. my life would certainly be shorter if that were the case.

http://www.news24.com/News24/South_Africa/News/0,9294,2-7-1442_2081757,00.html

well, o, my dear, it looks as if one might need more distinctive purpose and direction if one plans to open a school. i applaud you for your efforts and concern, yet i still sometimes wonder if all of this simply strengthens your bottom line...

there once was a man who walked about this earth, talking of feeding the hungry, clothing the poor and taking in the homeless. he however did not build a place to put them all; rather he asked others to sacrifice everything they owned, that they might not be distracted by their earthly possessions so that they could devote all of their time and attention to others. this man, of course, was silenced promptly, in accordance with the great prophecies.

today, life is not much different. one speaks of giving it all up for the sake of the lost, and he is cursed as a fundamentalist. then, to twist the dagger in his belly, some protest group made up of children in their thirties who have survived mostly on their daddy, the college professor's money, taunts the poor fellow as he walks into a restaurant where meat is served. they hurl angry rhetoric at him, the notorious mass murderer of animals. and he is the fundamentalist?

society is just plain back-ass-words in the modern day. the church is condoning what is wrong and condemning what is right. politicians are fighting for something that nobody wants. teachers test the pupil on his knowledge of the professor's opinion, rather than instilling principles of deduction. schools are more concerned with political correctness policy rather than teaching the students moral values.

so, dear o, look what you have inspired me to write! i will leave you with this thought: what if you gave none of your belongings or riches away, but instead devoted your whole life to following god and discipling his people? i would bet all of your money that you would be happy, and you have the means to do it for a living. you wouldn't have to continue making tents... just a thought. i hope things turn out ok for your school.

hugo chavez is a strange, petulant, petty little man
perhaps in his next life he will be a bit taller
until then, he will keep compensating for what he lacks
by throwing rocks at the bigger kids on the playground

viva USA!

you have dreams, or you had them once
i saw the hope in your eyes, until it faded
that fateful day your light blew out
your face changed a little, and you were gone

how clever we can be while playing this game
but there is no prize for simply being sharp
an award is given only to he who still stands
a fight to the death in which only one will survive

take nine steps, facing the other way
on the tenth and final footing you whip around
only to find that i'm not there, i have vanished
you see, though you would kill me, i must spare you

yes, only one of us remains in plain view
and that is the end game, the final draw
for you shall live your life to its fullest potential
yet perhaps frequently looking over your shoulder

as i build my house, i shall document our progress here
it will give me that special feeling of accomplishment
every nail i drive through a board, every toe i paint
i will put my work here, so that i will know it is finished

this has been on my mind...

a screenplay is comes to life, film reels are rolling
a man appears in the picture and sings his opening number
his tune is love, his love for her, and her love for him
at least hopefully it was love, perhaps just appreciation

the lines are read, and there are lines to read between
other longings, other feelings are uncovered; none of it is new
the truth of guises is made manifest, and the wolves now hunt
but in the end, simple existence is the killer, for blase is toxic

and the rattling from the expired footage goes on
flashes of black and white are all that remain of the symphony
there is no curtain call; there is no bow
for this show ended not even with a whimper, but a final breath

i am getting quite the birthday present this year
a beautiful new home, which will be my special project
so much to do, and plenty of time to do it
i cannot wait for the excitement to begin

there are new days ahead, though they all blur together. i hope to see my friends this month, but lately it seems that we could live five thousand miles apart and we would not know the difference. oh well. i suppose i have too much time on my hands... or do i just allocate my time differently?

our lives consist of that which we choose.

we choose the hours.
we choose the days.

if we become enslaved to this, we have failed.