Episode III VS Tsunami

I just came across a really neat blog called PostSecret. It's a very neat concept. People basically make confessions using art and postcards, and send them to the blogger who then posts them. It's really stunning to see all of this stuff. I relate to a lot of them. In fact, anyone can relate to many of them.

There was one in particular that could have been me who sent it in.

And that's the truth. I genuinely saw the Tsumami as fantastic entertainment, and found it fucking hilarious. However, when I watched Episode III, I felt tragedy. I cried because of what happened to Anakin Skywalker. It goes deeper than that though, but I try not to get too personal in the blog.

I wonder what this says about me though. Of course, it obviously says I don't give a shit about muslims who hate me, want me to die, and who wish the destruction of my country taking a nice fun swim. But I've given it alot of thought. It's really interesting. I think everyone can relate to the tragedy of Episode III. One mistake made, and you're never the same person, and your life is forever altered in a way you had never imagined.

Medicine And Stuff

About 6 months ago I was going through some bad shit, so I went to a walk-in clinic and told this fucking quack of a doctor that I was depressed and had anxiety problem. He gives me Prozac. That shit doesn't work. A month of that, and then I go back again, and he gives me Wellbutrin. That shit is fucking expensive. And I say "shit" for a reason. Because it fucking didn't help a god damn thing and it costed $50 a month. Horrible.

So then I say fuck this asshole, and I goto a psychiatrist. Not for counseling or to talk about my problems because I don't like doing that shit. So he puts me on this stuff called Lamictal. It's for bipolar. Apparently, that explains why I often stay up for 2 days at a time.

That shit was free. He gave me sample packs. It's a real dangerous medicine, though. You have to slowly work your way up to the effective dose. I cheated and got up to that effective dose too fast, and it made me get little red bumps all over my entire body, and it started making my face peel. My bad.

Yeahhh. So I had to get off that stuff, quickly. He said it could have killed me, but I think he was just trying to scare me. So then he puts me on Lithium and that's where I'm at now. Still no noticeable difference. This shit got so bad that at the end of March I had to stop working. Being an assistant manager fucking sucked. No I take that back, working for a stupid cunt fucking sucked.

So because working was making my problems 10 times worse, I took about a month and a half off to relax. That helped. Now I'm back to work at the *CENSORED* I started at. (I switched to a different one to be an assistant manger.) I'm glad to be driving again. I averaged 10.90 an hour yesterday, and that's including gas milage taken out. If I kept in the $7 I was paid in mileage, I made $12.65 an hour. Pretty sweet, if you ask me. And that's assuming I'm being paid $5.15. However...

Things get complicated here. Minimum wage in Florida used to be $5.15 an hour. I started at that, and I earned a raise so I was making $5.40. Since I left to be a manager though, minimum wage was raised to $6.15. The owner must either a)Pay all his drivers $6.15 or make us declare our tips so he can legally pay us below minimum wage. I haven't seen any tip declaring, so hopefully I'm being paid $6.15 but I won't know until Friday at the earliest. Probably 2 weeks from Friday, actually.

So, things seem to be going back uphill for me. Let's hope they keep going that way.

George Carlin

On Friday the 13th, 2005, I got to see one of my true idols; George Carlin.

My two favorite men who have ever existed are George Carlin and Walt Disney. When I attended a private Korn show in New York City a few years ago, I didn't think I'd ever get to do anything cooler than that. I mean, it was a private show, at the Hammerstein Ballroom. Tickets were not sold, only given away for contests and whatnot. Only the hardcore were there. I got my tickets through a very nice person named Mish, who is in charge of many of Korn's online stuff. Back then, I had volunteered many many hours into moderating Korn's official palace server. I was very greatly rewarded, to say the least. That moment, and honor was amazing. Until Friday...

Somehow, my saint of a mother was able to get me two FRONT ROW tickets for this show. It was completely sold out, but somehow she got them for me and my best friend. Let me illustrate this

I turned around and snapped this picture with my camera phone. This shows just how many people were there, but I promise the picture doesn't quite do justice. This was before everyone had sat down. I mean... I turned around and I was in sheer amazement that I was sitting there... There were only 12 front row seats. I was in seat 6, which is dead fucking center. Literally. I mean DEAD center. I just couldn't believe it...

Can you believe that? Somehow I got this ticket... It was just such amazing luck, as if it was meant to happen. Heres a shot of exactly how close I was. I know the quality is horrible, but you see my foot, the stage, and the mic up top. My foot was probably two feet away from the stage. It was just... so surreal. I could see the sweat on his neck.

His performance was amazing. 95% of everything was new. I worship this man, and hearing all this new material was just the biggest honor of all time. I sat there, for over an hour watching him, and when I wasn't laughing my ass off, I was smiling. Do you know what it's like to smile for over an hour straight? It's indescribable really. I don't think anyone experienced George that night like I did.

And now I must bring up another issue. I wanted to snap one picture just to remember, because out of respect, I didn't want to photograph him when it was against the rules. That was his house that night, and I really didn't want to break a rule in his house but I just needed to have something to look at to remember. Well... that didn't turn out too well. Because honestly, the man wasn't photogenic. I mean look at that... I truly believe he may be God. Or maybe it was just that spotlight on him. Either way, he wasn't photogenic with my cellphone cam, but oh well. I was happy with this. And happy with the millions of facial expressions I have imprinted on my mind. And his words... When his November 5th, 2005 HBO special comes out, you will see less complaints, and more intelligence. He's almost like a funny version of Jesus. I mean... I don't know, you just have to see it. One of the best days of my life really. I wish my girlfriend could come, but it was 18 and over only.

Withstanding that, it was a really great thing that I'll never forget. Seeing your idol up front, dead center... I just don't know how it was possible. The show was sold out... and somehow my mom got these two front row tickets, and she paid regular price for them. They just showed up on ticketmaster. She had been searching for hours and they just popped up. I would have set in the balcony, in the very back row, and I would still be happy. But to be in the front row, in a position to see the sweat on his neck, and to see those amazing facial expressions with full clarity... It was the greatest honor I've had yet. I'm something beyond grateful.

All I can really do is shake my head in amazement, take a deep sigh, and smile. Beyond fortune.

Cruel and Unusual

I like this guy. He's man enough to kill 8 woman, and 25 years after the fact, he's man enough to: A) Wave his remaining appeals B) Not request some fancy final meal, but the meal of the day at the prison and C) Be the first person to be executed in 45 fucking years in New England.

It's ironic... The crazy New Englander liberals are fully against the death penalty because it's "cruel and unusual". Well, I happen to think that giving a man who committed a crime two and a half decades ago 25 years to change, 25 years to become a different person, and 25 years to move on, and then killing him for something he did two and a half decades earlier... I think that's pretty fucking cruel and unusual if you ask me.

I'm absolutely pro-kill-a-motherfucker-who-kills. However, I am anti-50 gazillion appeals and an instance like this I believe is wrong. If you're going to punish him for killing 8 people, then do it when the crime is fresh... Not 25 fucking years later when hardly anyone remembers, when the victims' families have painfully waited for that long, and when the convicted has changed into a different person. That, my friend, is cruel, and unfortunately, usual in the United States. What is unusual is the last two actions of this man before death.

A Picture Share!

This is awesome. A neat new blogger feature. Hopefully, i will use this often. We shall see.

A New Holocaust... Really

In Denver Colorado, Pit Bulls are being rounded up and slaughtered, per Animal Control. No, really. They're actually banning the breed, and murdering them all. It's fucking sick. I can't believe the motherfucking retards of Denver aren't revolting against their absolutely fucking insane local government. What the fuck is wrong with you people?

First, let me state that I like dogs. I'm not a "dog lover", but I really like dogs. However, I fucking hate pit bulls. They're dangerous animals... That in most cases have dangers owners. And therein lies the problem. These guys who think they're bad motherfuckers buy these dogs, and they are very susceptible to vicious training. I'm met nice Pits, but most are mean fucks.

In fact, when I was delivering pizzas a Pit Bull almost took out my fucking hand. Luckily I've got god-like reflexes, otherwise my typing would be much slower than it is right now.

Regardless, it's fucking wrong to punish a dog period. The fucking retard owner should, in EVERY case be punished. I get sick when dogs are killed for attacking people when they don't fucking know right from wrong. For fuck's sake, they're DOGS.

But hey... That's ok, right? You fucking Denver morons... Go ahead and give up your dogs without a fight, without doing anything. You pussies. Watch what happens when they want to take away your fucking precious SUVs or whatever the fuck they don't like.

It pisses me off because there is little that I can do, as I live in Florida. However, at 9:00am central time I will be calling the Denver City Animal Control Devision to give them some sick wrath. I will record the conversation, and post it on the site. This is just fucked up, and if feel the same way then i suggest you give them a call too.

303.698.0076 is the number to call. If you feel the same, call it and let them know that apparently here in the year 2005, there is something inherently wrong with GENOCIDE. They're just dogs? Bullshit motherfucker. They're man's best friend. And who knows, maybe your dog's breed will be next. This is a fucking democracy, and I, unlike most people, keep that in mind. This is our country, and even though I do not live in Denver, they are part of our elected government. They fucking report to us. They're paid with money that comes with us, and if that money goes to the holocaust of the Denver Pit Bulls, then someone is going to get some Sick Style Wrath. Motherfucks. Absolute pieces shit... These Animal Control fucks. I'll fucking euthanize them. You watch.

Possible Bush Assassination Attempt

I just read this story about hor Mr. Bush was almost exploded today. Apparently, a grenade was thrown within 100 feet of him. It's rather confusing though, so here's how it goes.

He was visiting Georgia (The country, not the state stupid), the first American president ever I might add. Georgian "authorities" say this happened. They say an unknown person tossed it, it didn't go off, and it landed near some lady in the audience or something. They informed the Secret Service, and they're obviously and quite definitely investigating the fuck out of this shit. However...

The spokesmen for the Georgian Interior Ministry is calling complete bullshit on this. I suspect he's doing this as to not give bad PR to his country, and so they can keep getting aide and whatever the fuck else their ghetto ass nation needs from the tycoons of the world; The United Mothafuckin' States.

Who know's the truth. I believe it. Either the grenade was a dud, or someone through the grenade without pulling the pin just to cause fear. Either way, something was seriously fucked up and today could have been JFK II. Scary thought, huh?

Can you imagine if it did happen? To remind everyone, I am a true independent. Not like Michael Savage and Bill O'Reilly. A real independent. I'm real, and I'm an individual so keep that in mind as I say this:

I truly believe that if Bush had been assassinated today, the Democrats and liberal college faggots would be celebrating in the streets like those camel fucking sand nigger Palestinians were after 9/11. Call me racist, I don't fucking care. I'll use the most degrading phrase I can think of to describe those pieces of shit.

What year is it?

Here we are, in the year 2000-fuckin'-5 and these motherfucking morons still don't get it. There ya go. Intelligent design is still being taught. People still fucking believe that someone's in control and they made the first of us. When I say made, I mean people fucking really believe that there is a someone who used their almighty magical fucking power to make every star, every group of planets that surround them, every type of animal, and all types of humans. From trees to bugs, to bacteria, to camels, and then to us.

People fucking believe it. And this is why we don't have a fucking flying car yet. I'm pissed. We should have fucking flying cars, talking dogs, teleportation. I don't fucking mean instantly teleporting from Florida to Japan. Shit, I'd be happy with the packing and shipping industry being teleportationalized. I just made that word up, by the way. But this is just why... This is why the future is crawling at a fucking sloth's speed. Because the belief in this crazy shit is hindering the evolution of our minds and ideas.

Layout

This layout fucking blows. I think I'm gonna make a new one. Happy Mother's Day , to all of my elderly bitches and hoes. Well, not necessarily elderly. Just my bitches and hoes who have had large cumbersome objects exit their vachina.

I haven't been posting much lately. I've been very preoccupied. Plus, my motivation really took a massive blow so I never feel like typing. Even though I spend all of my time on the computer. Well I'm off to go find a sheep to make sweet love to. Baaah.