Out Of The Frying Pan... Into The Wrestling Ring...AGAIN

This is how you kill a storyline? One day after I rant about the respect wrestling deserves? I guess it's a good thing I didn't mention WWE as a LEADER in any way in the wrestling industry. Their own avarice and reliance on Hollywood to let their storylines do the talking has backfired, in my opinion anyway.

According to a story on ABCnews.com, WWE gave in to sponsors and fans who objected to their recent Arab-American storyline. While I agree that the storyline did very little to perpetuate many (if any) positive images of the character and/or Arab-Americans in general, I don’t believe that the WWE’s ending of the storyline and press releases surrounding the character’s demise did much of anything to quell the angry sentiments.

Firstly, though, ABC’s statement that “(Hassan) rants and raves about being profiled and discriminated against, especially since Sept. 11, and is usually accompanied by other angry Arab-American men” is false. Usually, it’s only one other man. Secondly, their statement that the final straw was “[the] sketch, which included five men dressed in ski masks and carrying Hassan's manager, Khosrow Daivari, over their heads in what appeared to be a funeral for a suicide bomber…” is INSANE. Since when was Daivari put over as a “Suicide Bomber”?

That kind of irresponsible statement by ABC is a perfect example of how the media perpetuates distrust of anyone who isn’t white, Christian and male in our society. Further, it adds fuel to the argument that mainstream media is increasingly out of touch with reality.

Maybe I’m overreacting to one “journalists” misstatement. But, I cannot stand idly by, while the sport/art that I love the most is attacked. On the other hand, I’m not a big fan of WWE or their storylines or programming to begin with. Especially when I see a statement like this: "He was defeated by the Undertaker and will not return," said Gary Davis, a spokesman for WWE. "Under the circumstances it was a respectful way to tie up the storylines.” Yeah, Gary. About as respectful as the Hollywood movie studios creating hatred in productions like, say, “Top Gun,” that all Russian Soldiers are out spying on us and ready to kill. "The whole point of the storyline and this character was to point out the injustices Arab-Americans have suffered since 9/11," Davis said. So, to be “respectful” to those who have LEGITIMATELY suffered in REAL LIFE after the attacks, we show that Bullies beating them up is okay? That’s how we bring closure? Not that the WWE is any measuring stick of how we should treat people. But still, a very negligent statement.

Yes, yes, I know. Sure, it’s a storyline. Storylines are part of the business. So are the “USA! USA!” chants that generate cheap heat and pops in the ring when you’re dealing with someone from the US in the “hero” role, grappling with anyone else who might be from Canada, Mexico or even further away - like say… the Middle East. But why does it have to be? Why does wrestling have to resort to the same base tactics, and take the easy way out when creating their “art”?

I guess to a certain extent, there could possibly be plenty of artistic gain to be made from challenging folks to rise above their hatreds, misunderstandings, misgivings and anger. But, the anti Arab sentiment is played out. In fact, pushing the reality of intolerance into the Professional Wrestling arena is relatively played out as well. How about just disliking your opponent because temporarily in the way, or he’s got the Belt you want? Come on, let’s rise above racism on every level - especially anyplace where hatred wins out over acceptance. On the streets AND on the screen. It starts with us.

You Wouldn't Know Art If You Were In A Steel Cage With It

You can say that professional wrestling is a complete waste of time. Not a sport. FAKE. For rednecks and hillbillies only. You could say any or all of that. But you'd be wrong. Oh, sure. You're entitled to your opinion. But, you'd still be off base.

It IS a sport. It DOES take talent - more than you'll ever know. Are the matches "predetermined"? The endings, yes. A few of the moves that take place during... sure. But, the fact remains, it IS a performance art. An art that requires the utmost in athleticism, intelligence, trust. And people all over the country - no, the WORLD - are watching it every single night of the week. Why? What's the attraction? Why do folks flock to it on TV and in arenas everywhere?

I'll tell you how it started for me. It goes back to that "art" thing. I've been a fan for a long time. For as far back as I can remember. So many people that I know hearken back to seeing Hulk Hogan beat the Iron Sheik for the belt on 1.23.84. Jimmy Snuka losing to Don Muraco (yes, he DID lose before the leap) and then leaping on him from high atop the Steel Cage at Madison Square Garden. But not me. Before then, it was wrestling on the SuperStation. National Wrestling Alliance - "The MAJOR LEAGUES of Professional Wrestling". I'd read about it in magazines and be intrigued by results and storylines from all across the country and wish that I could watch it more. I'd sneak it on the tube against my mothers' requests and I'd watch on TBS and see Gordon Solie interviewing Paul Ellering and the Road Warriors, immediately before Hawk & Animal would walk 10 feet to the ring from the broadcast podium and annhiliate Mike Jackson and another skinny white fella in a singlet. I'd be scared just looking at those guys (the Road Warriors... and I guess, Mike Jackson's pasty skin tone... but I digress). Dusty Rhodes. Magnum T.A. Buzz Sawyer. Ronnie Garvin. Jimmy Garvin. Ivan and Nikita Koloff. The Freebirds. The Funk Brothers. The Von Erichs. The Rock N' Roll Express. The Midnight Express. Roddy Piper. Bob and Brad Armstrong. Wildfire Tommy Rich. And of course Ric Flair. With Tully Blanchard, Ole and Arn Anderson, it was always a treat to watch them. The Four Horsemen. To see Flair talk on the microphone was always spectacular. Always believable. You never knew what he'd say next. And, the content of the interviews and the close proximity of the ring usually meant a brawl would take place and as a viewer, you would indeed be enthralled. Captured. Engaged. In love with the spectacle. The sport. Instantaneously.

To me, it was so different from anything else. It was unique. Still is. You just have to know where to look. Because nowadays, it seems that those who don't really know, immediately equate Wrestling with World Wrestling Federation...er...Entertainment. But those who DO know, know that's like watching "Reservoir Dogs" on network television. Watered down. Hollywood-ized. Blah.

Oh sure, the best wrestling to watch still has an element of entertainment to it... but not 4 hours each week of nothing but 2 minute matches sandwiched in between corporatized muscle men with microphones, reading the same script for 4 weeks straight - sort of that "repitition will get the point across thing" - to sell more PPV's every month.

No, the best of the best - the 100's of independent federations all over the world - features promos by the wrestlers, and then, solid matches that consist of actual wrestling technique, acrobatics, dexterity, charisma. They work because they're real. And that's because you're REALLY trusting your opponent. You're REALLY trusting yourself. You're REALLY trusting the BUSINESS. The original intents of the business. You are being TRUE to what has made wrestling live, thrive and grow every single day for 100's of years. You're close to home. THAT is what it's all about. THAT is why some of my favorites - Corino, Daniels, Styles, Low Ki... are names that YOU may have never heard. But I know who they are. So do the REAL fans of Professional Wrestling. Those who are passionate enough to care. To search for heroes with credibility - not "indy cred" per se... but values, morals, personal beliefs that they follow... NOT the trail of receipts attached to a giant checkbook in New York.

They travel together, share life's golden moments together. Things that no one else outside of the businss would or could understand (the travel, the pain...) To that end I guess they're similar to circus folk. Are they "carnies" though? To a certain extent, I suppose. But, that's such a negative intonation, isn't it?. Maybe a bad choice of words, in hindsight. A carny will work you to get your money, all the while putting you over and building you up before cutting off your legs and stealing your wallet. Wrestlers will also work you and at the end of the night WILL get your money - but they'll give you what you've paid for and do it gladly because they love what they do. Again, they're like a family. A fraternity. Oft times, they have many friends amongst those that they work with. Not many outside of it. In my opinion, this is most likely to stay away from those who just don't "get it". To stay close to those who appreciate and understand what could possibly motivate a person to put their body on the line several days and nights a week. To push themselves to and past physical and mental limits for an occasional "high spot" that may make the crowd "pop" - or not. To sweat, bruise and yes, bleed. Oh, do they bleed. All for a paycheck? No. For the love of the game.

Most folks couldn't possibly understand. They still think it's fake (note to those folks: the blood is as real as the sweat, regardless of how it pours), predetermined and lacking substance and/or talent. Again, they'd still be wrong.

It's art. Just like an actor taking the stage. Just like painting a masterpiece. Just like writing a classic novel. Yes, I do put these men and women on that level. If you look past the surface, you'd see it too.

I guess I should count myself as extremely fortunate to have met many men and women in the business. Famous, not so famous... world reknown, known only in their own home. Whatever. I've met and respected each and every one. I admire the honesty, self assuredness, business accumen, talent and ability to be appreciative for every opportunity. How can any of those traits be "bad" or "unworthy of your time"? Answer? They can't be. They're more than worthy. Ask yourself - are YOU doing something for a living that makes you happy? Proud? Would you do it for next to nothing? Would you do it for the simple fact that it's what you feel you're good at and MUST do? No. You probably wouldn't.

As I get set to see the fruits - if any - of my first business venture in the wrestling community, it's a dream come true. And, in my short time on earth, I've had many and had many come true. My children being born. Getting married. Being a successful performer. Owning my own company. Done them. All have special places in my heart, mind and soul. This one does too. To work with someone I've admired for years... and the other folks working behind the scenes and in the ring as well...is almost indescribable. Almost beyond my ability to put in to words, what this means to me. (Anyone who knows me, knows that being speechless is something that would nearly require having my larynx ripped asunder...)

Do me a favor. If you're of the opinion that "big time wrasslin'" isn't much in terms of substance, please remember, it can affect all types of people. Young, old. Rich, poor. Whatever your color. Whatever your orientation. Whatever your beliefs and passions. There are no boundaries to its appeal. Sport, is sport. Art, is art. And when it comes to combining the two, Pro Wrestling - especially on the independent circuit - succeeds.

Here's to all the wrestlers pursuing their dreams, passions, lives and loves - inside the squared circle. And a special tip of the glass to Pro Wrestling World 1 ... may it truly bring happiness and satisfaction to all those involved in bringing the best of the best - to those that KNOW.

Memento... Part 2

Wow. Just when you thought "Memento" couldn't mess with your head again.

Replace Guy Pearce with a pre Batman Begins/60 lbs lighter/sparrow-like Christian Bale and make the movie about an insomniac who once killed a child in a hit and run...but didn't really remember doing so...and who hasn't slept in over a year. Yeah, things get pretty mind-screw-y.

Since I myself haven't slept more than 4 or 5 hours a night in the longest time, since both of my grandfathers worked around machinery and since I'm constantly leaving myself post-it notes all around my office and home to remind me to do stuff... I thought I'd be able to relate to the main character at least a little. Ha. Yeah, right. That's definitely a stretch. Turns out it was just a completely insane - literally - movie. Daddy like.

Foo Fighters in the tray this morning, Black Coffee (DRINKING BLACK COFFEE...STARE AT THE WALLS...BLACK COFFEE DRINKING BLACK COFFEE...) waiting in the caraffe to my left.

Good morning, indeed.

Hey... close the Doors!

Anyone who knows me - especially my musical preferences - knows that The Doors have been my favorite band for over half of my existence. I'm not sure where my thoughts stand amongst those who also consider the genius of the collective music as THE measuring stick of music.

Original, innovative, rebellious, always evolving. Bands from today could certainly take a lesson. That being said, Messrs Manzarek and Krieger have been touring with Ian Astbury of The Cult as "The Doors of the 21st Century". DAMN. Ian Astbury and The Cult...you talk about a great band. Wow. I'm sure seeing him singing with two of the Doors would be worth the price of admission. But... and I've got no problem with someone trying to put bread on the table for their families, and let's face it, the first go 'round, the boys spent a lot more cash on "fun" than on family. If you read any of the Doors' members autobiographies or biographies, you'll see that as well. Thing is, money wasn't pouring in to bands then, the way it is now, and probably wouldn't have been saved anyway. Bands aren't the same now as they were back then. Today's bands are paid ridiculous amounts of money - oft times UP FRONT - before even hitting the stage for their very first shows, and for playing music that is uber-mediocre at its best.

Because of their legacy and never ending supply of talent, the Doors would be an exception today. In other words, they'd be worth every penny.

But there's two problems with that thought. One, It wasn't about money with them, and two, the Doors were a foursome.

Not just a group of interchangeable parts with any 4, though. The Doors existed, because of the talent put together by 4 dynamic, unique and genius musicians. EVERY one of them brought something different to the table - and without any and all of the components, they're not complete and WHOLE. To those folks who worship Jim Morrison, or at the very least, equate the Doors' success to his alleged leadership... I say, think again. He was a better than average poet, but not a singer. Without a bandleader like Ray, a percussionist like John and an original guitar virtuoso like Robby, there'd be no Jim, and most importantly no Doors. The whole is simply one million times better than any one of its parts.

I hear sentiments all the time about bands like The Beatles, Elvis Presley...Pink Floyd (hang on... I think I just threw up in my mouth a little bit...) being avant...or genius...or something special. Sorry, they don't cut it in my book. You constantly hear from the mediocre masses about some new band being "the next..." You never hear that comparison made to the Doors. There will never be another group like them.

I know marketing. I know of the behind the scenes trappings that are in place to keep folks from being too successful, as well. Contracts are put in place to make the suits richer. Period. The lawyers in the case between Manzarek/Krieger and Densmore were probably chillin' after every day in court, tossing back shots and giving each other handies under the table while they fill up the jukebox and listen to The Doors Greatest Hits over and over in the smoke filled bar.

John lost part of his hearing a while back, couldn't hang with Robby and Ray and do what they do at that intensity level. Fine. No hard feelings. From the get, however, there was an agreement. I hate that lawyers got involved, but "word is bond". If there truly will never be The Doors again, why push the issue? In a way, Robby and Ray are pushing the "one remaining original (well 5 years after the originals, I was added to the lineup, ergo I'm an original part of the band...)" envelope that one sees played out on the County Fair circuit. The exceptions are few and far between.

Again, no offense to Ian, Robby or Ray. But, let the fans enjoy their original Doors vinyl, tapes, CD's etc... and let a sleeping dog lie. The royalties to pass along to your grandchildren are more than well deserved for what you've already wrought. You are/were incredible as a unit. Still uber-talented today. But without John and, truly, without Jim, you're NOT the Doors. Call yourselves "Huxley Was Just Right On" or something.

Close the Doors, my friends, close the Doors.

Going Out Strange

7.14.05
Title seemed appropos considering how I feel at this moment, and considering it's the song playing in the tray. Thanks Henry.

Not because of any socio-political views. Not because of any internal rage. Not for anything other than bad food and bad timing, I don't think. I've been feeling "acidic" for nigh on 6 weeks now. Nothing sits well. EVERYTHING looks good to eat. Nothing agrees to be eaten.

Maybe there are some comparisons to be made between the bile in my gut and the bile I store in my head to eventually put on paper, or screen, as it were. I don't know. I DO know that I can't afford to be sick. I can't afford to pay for it. I've got enough money for my kids to stay healthy. I don't need to be getting sick. I should be punished for getting there. For having no insurance at the moment. It's tough with only one provider of income in a family of 4 (6, if you count the cats).

Meanwhile, my guts are churning and have been since summer began. I feel like one of those zombie dudes in the Romero movies that my boy J Dubb digs. It's been a helluva ride the last 6 weeks. There's been good and bad - and very little in between. Including time to slow down. I've not had much time for myself - and when I DO get it, I wonder how I should be using it for work.

Stress? Yeah, it's there. I can't relax. And before you say anything, all the med's in the world can't remedy that. It's just the way I am. I keep waiting for the other steel capped boot to fall - because history shows me that it always does. It's that Balance in the Universe thing, I suppose. I can't sleep at night. I toss and turn as soon as my eyes shut. Very rarely do I get a solid 5.5 or more.

And believe me when I say it's catching up. There's no time to take vacation. I can't take time off of work. Not even a question. The food my body refuses to consume/allow, the sleep my body refuses to partake in. Threw up last night. It was painful. Violent. Sobering. Still have that sick feeling/queasiness riding along with me this morning. Constantly feeling like I should just keep a stick handy and let myself go every 3 hours or so, to stay "clean" inside. If I was into drugs, I could understand. But considering all I'm consuming (liquid wise) is water and haven't touched coffee in several days (good thing the coffee maker is broken...despite the bile in my stomach, I'd still be tempted to make a pot every morning...). Maybe I should start smoking. Drinking heavily. Shooting up. I don't know. Something to justify the way I've been feeling.

Nobody said life is easy. Nor do I want it to be. I just wish I could fight it without feeling like I'm going to spew something other than verbal diatribes at all times. Hard to be happy and slow down to count your blessings when you're afraid you may pass out from the pressure of doing anything other than sitting and working. And, as much of a hardass I attempt to be, I don't want seemingly everything that seemingly every person says to register with me as banal minutiae and/or "fighting words". But, this sickness brings the Zero Tolerance Factor up to 11 (a brief respite as I smile at myself for referencing Spinal Tap... okay... moment's passed.).

It won't be long now. "They're coming to get you, Barrrrbraaaaa"

Going out strange, indeed.

I'd Rather Be In Paris...

Had another dream about Paris Hilton last night. She's always such a treat to hang out with in dream land. Smart, funny. She was telling me how she and her mother like me a lot. She invited me to go to Chicago for the night to go to a concert and/or a movie. Even asked if Holly would have an issue with letting me go. Weird. Ended up in the shower... but nothing crazy going on... well, except for the fact that I was in the shower with PARIS. Sheesh. I'm sure there's some explanation here somewhere, but I don't care. I know that she gets a bad rap in the press and the web and everywhere else. In real life, I for one, admire her ability to say "hey, I've got money... but there's a lot more going on here. I wanna get married, have kids, be like my mom." Amazing how the better qualities about her get pushed to the back burner, in lieu of as much negative press folks can seem to scrounge up. Too bad, really, because I'm sure she's alright.

Anger Issues? No. Anger Management? Absolutely.

7.11.05
Back from a day on the road. Had a lot of time to think. Too much, perhaps. Aside from swearing a wee bit much (that part I agree with... was pretty TO'd that day I suppose), apparently I've offended a scattered few friends with this blog. Interesting. Hit too close to home with some of the info, apparently. Since I managed to rail against nearly every intolerant and single minded - and coincidentally ACCEPTED AS "RIGHT" - part of our society - which, let's be honest, represents nearly everyone - I can understand how that would be possible.

While I admire your ability to speak up and to have your opinion that I may have "issues," why am I not allowed to be passionate about that which I'M offended by? Oh, wait. I AM. That's why it's the personal thoughts from ME. Offended by my truth? Tough to swallow with the complaceny cocktails you consume daily? Take me out of your diet. I won't be offended by your leaving. Most folks don't take the time to care beyond their couch.

But, you wanna go to war about beliefs? Let's go. It's on. Bring what you've got. Remember, you're on my home territory here. I guess if you feel I've missed the boat. That I'll suffer for all eternity if I don't change my ways. Then, maybe, just maybe... the right thing to do is to... forgive me.

However, I don't want to take this time to get into my "non trust" in organized religion. Nor will I discuss my inability to worship a piece of cloth. Pulpits and Flagpoles will be safe for today anyway.

Let's reset the situation.

Middle class hard working, hard punishing upbringing brings about a relatively normal, if not overly loud and obnoxious, but still relatively charming as needed, young man. Said young man grows up thankful for the roof over his head and the parents (all 3) that provided clothing, food and shelter; siblings that seem to dig him pretty well, and parents who at the very least tolerate his ability to get good grades and lead a relatively boring life (compared to others his age) while being raised in Middle Class America. Doesn't drink. Doesn't smoke. Doesn't do drugs, abuse women or puppies. Gets BAPTIZED! Gets a full ride scholarship to college. Gets first full time job at the age of 20, begins tour of duty in the radio business, discovering an unbridled passion for creativity finally realized when opening own voiceover company in 2000 at 29. Along the way, marries, has two kids, buys house, sells house, moves, lives in house owned by wife's parents, but relatively out from under lock and key. Never been in trouble with the law (despite nearly getting arrested for being with minors in possession in the summer of 1990 while working at Cedar Point.) Personal income from two business ventures tops $100 large. Continues to grow on a daily basis. Survives several presidential elections of Republicans who seem bent on destroying anyone not white, male and christian. Gets fed up with this intolerance - and the racism surrounding him at every corner in Redneck, USA. And bad drivers, too. Realizes that life continues to be difficult and perhaps even more difficult as time goes on... not easier. Despite this cognization, still manages to deal with everything that upsets him with paper, pen and journal writing in lieu of physical harm to any other creatures (except for spiders. he hates them.). Feeling like a much better person for dealing with issues thusly. Yet, for this, some of his "friends" take his passionate diatribes against the complacent cattle running rampant in this country as a terrible thing.

Interesting. Anger issues? Nah. Seems to me the above mentioned young man has grown up pretty well. Since I am that fellow, I speak from experience. Indeed, I've become increasingly intolerant and PROACTIVE, to combat the loss of my fellow soldiers daily. Soldiers with brains. Soldiers who read. Soldiers who stomach the filth in front of them daily. Survivors. Soldiers who decide along the way that the road to Easy Street starts with giving up and taking it. With just accepting what is given to them on TV or delivered from the pulpit - and widely/blindly believed (that is to say, without at least researching or questioning) More power to them. They have that right. But, when that threshold is broached, they belong in no regiment of mine.

I don't want them. This web blog is called Zero Complacency for a reason. Then again, I have a long way to go to overcome my own oxymoronic existence. Although I am cognizant of it, I am steadily railing against things and people to the end that I'm less and less tolerant myself. Intolerant of Intolerance. Intolerant of Complancence. I border on piousness at times. BUT, let me make it clear, I feel no more important than any other walking pile of flesh, just more driven than the average metropolitan populations of China and the U.S. combined. And, at the very least, I'm at least making an effort to recognize with all my senses, the "BS" coming down the feeding tube on a daily basis. I don't like the way it tastes or smells. I don't want to be lumped in with those who simply can't take a stand - a real stand. Backed up with zealousness, passion, CARE. I'm not a zombie.

I refuse to accept things I disagree with, without questioning the sources. I can't. Why should I let a lying dog sleep? Try doing the same. You may be surprised to see their lack of depth when questioned. Then again, if you believe what's presented en masse, without the ability to be bothered to question any of it, don't trouble yourself.

I've got enough friends. If this blog serves to turn some folks off and/or away...well... how can I apologize for expressing what's inside? If I hold it in, and don't bring it out - won't I be bowing to that which I've been constantly railing against? There's enough folks who at the very least APPRECIATE that I'm not going to take what's thrown at me without a fight if needed. I THINK they also appreciate my candor, honesty and educated opinions - even if and ESPECIALLY IF they don't agree with my sentiments. I know who they are. I know who they AREN'T, too. The circle is relatively small. I like it that way. Always have. Allows me to focus that positive energy on the right people.

"What have I got? I've got everything." I have an awesome wife. She tolerates me. I have a pair of awesome kids. They're ahead of the curve intellectually and are the most loving children I've ever met. I have a small handful - maybe a couple handfuls (heh heh heh) of awesome friends. I have an awesome career(s). I apparently have issues with overusing the word "awesome". I have an intolerance FOR intolerance. A hatred for hatred. But, no, I DON'T HATE anyone and I sure as hell DON'T have anger issues. I feel I manage it quite well given the world that exists outside of my shell.

I'd much rather come across as "over the top" or "overtly passionate"... than "accepting, docile and resigned to the lot that appears to have been put forth"... that ain't me.

Sarcastic, Tongue In Cheek, Crass, To The Point? Sure. Educated, smart, quick witted (some may argue for the inclusion of the word "dim" there as the conjugation...but...). Absolutely.

Better than anyone else? Nope. But at the end of the day, I know I can look at myself in the mirror and know that I gave SURVIVING the onslaught of BS that most others get mired in daily, the best effort possible. That I firmly believe in everything I believe in. Without hesitation. That I firmly DISAGREE with things that I firmly disagree with. Without question. That I CARE enough... to CARE about what's happening to and around me.

Do you?

Censorship RULES!!!

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Wake Up

7.5.2005
White, Christian Males are the only creatures that matter. Those fucking Arabs wanna bomb everyone. Look at ‘em. Terrorists, every one. Same with the Black folks. Oh yeah, they’re all a bunch of gangsters. And the Indians? Oh shit, yeah. People shouldn’t feel sorry for them at all. They’ve got all the casinos. Shit, every single Indian in this country is richer than we are and oughta stop their goddam crying. They’re taking advantage of the system and they fucking know it. Of course they are. Look at ‘em. Drunk bastards. Drunk, stealing, filthy pigs. They’re obnoxious. Don’t even get me started on the Jews, Hindus, Buddhists or anyone else. Why can’t we all just get along? Abide by the same rules put forth by our lord and saviour Jesus Christ? Everyone who reads knows the answers to all of life’s questions are in the bible. That’s it. End of discussion. Damn, is it really that hard, people? Never mind the fact that truly the other religions in this world that are most prevalent - Judaism and Islam - are descended from the same teachings as those of “Christ”. Never mind that terrorists look like anyone you may encounter on a daily basis - we’re all suspect , really - and not just Islamic folks. Never mind that they pray to the same God we do. Never mind that we founded this country to get away from oppression and religious persecution - and since we came her we’ve been exacting that same type of negative behavior on everyone who disagrees in the slightest with what we think, teach and execute. Never mind that we stole the very country we’re living in - the alleged “Greatest Country In The World” - from the folks who’d been living here for hundreds if not thousands of years before us. We can’t possibly be asked to hearken back to that and feel bad for what our forefathers have done. Slavery? In the past. We’re all equal now. Long as everyone knows their place. God Bless The USA. Okay - WAKE UP, tongue is out of cheek. If you couldn't see through that tripe above, then you don't deserve to be breathing the same air as me - because you're probably in agreement with the FICTION above. Now let me give you the real news. FUCK YOU YOU INTOLERANT, RACIST, REDNECK, HILLBILLY, BIBLE THUMPING MOTHERFUCKERS. Try picking up a book instead of a brew you lazy, docile pig. Try learning about the world around you outside of what Jerry Springer tells you. Try meeting people and digging them BECAUSE they’re different and not HATING them for the very same reason. Stop for a minute and think. Just fucking think. What would this world really be like if everyone were more like you? Put it this way, there simply isn’t enough Pabst Blue Ribbon to go ‘round if that were the case. You idiot. You fucking retarded, non reading cattle. Hate yourself if you’re going to hate anyone. Hate yourself and the scum that bore you and didn’t have the decency or taste to teach you about tolerance. See what you do to me? By your very nature and what you exude… you make me that which I constantly rail against. You are destroying me little by little… but you won’t kill me. You won’t last nearly as long as I. You’ll be weeded out. The Evolution Revolution will leave you behind to suffer slowly. Enjoy it, you piece of shit. Here… I’ll make it easier for you. You want fireworks to celebrate this “holiday”. Try this. Wrap yourself in your flag, jump in a tub full of kerosene. Marinate for an hour. And wait. I’ll be right over with a box of matches. It’ll all be relatively painless. It's better for us all if any and all intolerance are directed at you and your actions.

Sick... And Tired.

7.1.2005
You know that feeling you get when you’re suffering from dehydration or some other kind of inner war on your body? The chills. The cramps. The dry mouth. Loss of appetite. I feel like that all the time. I’m coming to the conclusion that my overall paranoia about life in general is probably the cause. Always worried. Always nervous. Not about my actions, but the actions of the beings all around me. Recycling the same air as all of them. Good, bad and otherwise. Mostly the latter two. Perhaps the feelings are wrought on by my cognizance of truth… that the other shoe is going to fall… maybe not now, maybe not later… but eventually. It’s called balance. Karma. Chi. Whatever. The universe needs it to continue to provide.