The Stuff I Think About

Mars….definitley had intelligent life

Mars definitely had a population either at the same time or before we did, an asteroid or loss of atmosphere has led to the red planet, maybe nuclear war….maybe when the sun was warmer and younger mars had life, it’s in the goldilocks zone and has ice at its poles, with visible sea beds and river channels, it had water, and they say that always leads to life, so I’m convinced there was life, and probably intelligent life in the past, maybe they came here….and all those stories about ancient gods are true, they either populated the planet or mated with natives to bring their evolutionary part with them forward through time. Some were chill about it and let others be gods too, some wanted all the glory and devotion, doesn’t seem to different today…..

So easy, you’re welcome ancient aliens

The American Devolution

Thought of an idea for a book or movie based off of what might have happened if the occupy wall street movement took off for real, enjoy and let me know what you think

The American Devolotion

Preface

I sat there, wondering if it was all worth it; all the lives ruined, all the family’s torn apart, all for what? The nation that once stood atop the world now faded into the crust of the earth, undistinguishable from the rest of the landscape.

It all started in 2012, the country was emerging from the recent recession and hopes were high, but so was the rigidity of the system.  The battle for Washington between the Progressionist and the Conservatives turned even the smallest disagreements into a line in the sand, which once crossed meant you now stood for everything else the party embodied. 

The media was the driving force behind the division, playing up the disagreements for the ratings, dumbing down the population one argument at a time, turning very complex situations into black and white, right and wrong, good and bad. At a time when the world itself was in crisis, the only thing the media seemed to report on was the disagreements in Washington, and the differences in beliefs of the parties. The far right and left became the right and left; the middle grew….and in the process a change occurred. Not a change in structure, but a change in thought.

It has always been apparent that people do things for money, that government is run a certain way in order to keep the money flowing. The problem was that it became all too apparent that the only way the money was flowing was to the top, leaving the bottom a drought stricken dessert filled with famine.

 A movement started sometime before the 2012 election called Occupy Wall Street, it was a call to the masses to wake up and realize that something wasn’t quite right with the way the country was going, the rich were getting richer every day and poverty was starting to spread like a disease throughout the nation.  At what point were we going to realize that we were no better than a herd of sheep, guided by the fear of the sheep dogs, moving towards a fenced in area with little room to move and nothing to do but eat the appropriated portion of food and shit where we stood?

Of course the movement was vigorously tarnished by the corporately funded news outlets, dismissed by the politicians and eventually laughed at by the American sheeple. “Buy enough of their attention and you can buy their point of view.”  Put enough negative propaganda on the TV, the internet, the radio, the newspapers, put enough effort and money into saying something is bad, and eventually it will be.

This war for the American opinion wasn’t won in a day, or a month, or a year. It was won over generations. Generations instilling in their children to trust the news, trust the people in power, trust the law, and trust them.

Well I don’t know about you, but I was done trusting, done sitting and waiting my turn, done being told how to things properly. America the land of the free, the only thing free in America was depression and self-guilt, the only thing free in America was a right to life of debt. The American I dream I knew died long ago, buried deep in the past with my forefathers……

 This is the story of how the American dream was renewed, revamped; how the American dream turned into the global dream, and how we progressed as a race untied, and not as races divided.

Part 1 

Chapter 1

(Alarm clock) Buzz buzz………………..buzz buzz…………..buzz buzz………..

“Damn…7:00 already?”

Buzz buzz………buzz buzz……..I had purposefully moved my alarm clock away from my lofted bed so that I actually had to get out of it in the morning, I found that if I just clicked it off from bed I could negotiate myself into 5 more minutes of sleep. “I’ll just count backwards from 60 and when I reach 0 I’ll get up” that little gem worked about 1 time out of 50, usually it resulted in getting distracted by some thought around 40 and back asleep by the time 0 would have rolled around. Whatever my method  5 minutes usually turned into 30 and by the time I realized it ….well  Let’s just say I missed a lot of 8 am classes the year before.

Buzz buzz…..buzz buzz……..”yeah I’m coming you mother fucker shut up” I always found it peculiar how I talked to inanimate objects, I like to give things personalities, It gave them some meaning to me, like this little fucking alarm clock, every time I’m about to score with a super model, or hit that game winning home-run this little shithead starts making a racket, but alas I know deep down it’s doing it for the right reasons; so I let it slide, forgive the little guy, pull the covers back, jump out of bed and click the off button.

I quickly yanked the window shade down an inch and let go, watching it whizz to the top, the perfect touch. For some reason I took pride in small things like that, it just gave me a little sense of satisfaction getting it on the first try so frequently. My years of playing competitive sports were behind me, as much as I liked to think otherwise, so I took my victories where I could get them. I don’t know about you, but to me that feeling of winning is a high no drug can satisfy, an orgasm no sex can replace, that feeling of winning is why athletes use needles to inject themselves with steroids, give up their bodies for the good of the team, and sometimes flat out cheat.

I think this is where most of the problems facing this world stemmed from, that sense of winning. People say drugs cause a lot of the world’s problems, but I always saw a different problem. I always kept coming back to the same reasoning, “someone should help them find a different way to get what they need”.

 This point of view is of course met with the societal “they just shouldn’t sell drugs”. Well of course they shouldn’t, but isn’t it a little sad that even in the greatest country on earth people have an easier time getting what they want in life from selling drugs; than they do getting a college degree, paying off their student loans finding a job in their field of study and managing to find a steady and stable company to work at?(that was a hassle just to say!) Do you think they grew up as children wanting to sell drugs? Or did they realize that the system had failed them, the dream they had heard about was only for the fortunate, not them. Not they who went through a terrible education system filled with lazy and unconcerned “teachers” pushing them from one grade to the next just to get them out of the school. Not they who…………………….

Shit I’ve just been standing here for 5 minutes looking out the window in my boxers (a more common occurrence than one might expect). Well hello there world, and more importantly pretty blond girl starring up at my room; I gave a little wave to which she quickly turned away from and kept walking, smooth.

 The way my dorm room window was positioned made it easily visible to passersby. You would think that over time this knowledge would prevent these types of awkward situations, maybe I was just forgetful in the morning, or maybe I honestly just didn’t give a fuck, the answer is still unknown to me.

I should probably start my day before I’m late for class…….maybe the alarm clock wasn’t the problem.

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                My Mom always called me a water buffalo when I went home for the weekend, woman thought she was hilarious. I would spend upwards of 45 minutes in the shower, surprisingly not jerking off, but just thinking of everything. Everything that I had to do that day, my plans for the summer, the amount of cash in my bank account (it was around 3 grand at the moment, pretty decent for only working 3 months out of the year), the girls in my life who I just couldn’t seem to close with, friends I hadn’t seen in a while, and the occasional outburst of a song scattered throughout (You Don’t know Me by ray Charles was my go too song at the moment). I just found it a peaceful place; door locked, shower curtain closed, a place where I could just stop and think. No one judging me, no one telling me stories I had no particular interest in, no one trying to influence me; just me and the rhythmic patterns of the water against my back.

My average time at school was probably closer to 20 minutes; by the time I got out I had to hustle through the rest of my morning routine. Throw on some clothes, brush my teeth, deodorizer up and then open my laptop.

I just never felt ready unless I had checked my news websites; ESPN for my sports, Facebook for my social, and CNN for my news and politics. Something about wandering out into the world not knowing if something major had occurred over night just didn’t sit well with me. I guess you could call me prepared but I would call it cautious.

Recently the news had all been the same; the sporting world was stabbing a dead horse trying to get the last drops of blood from a story. Facebook was a disappointment  apart from the occasional notification, and the actual news….well that was more discouraging then disappointing.

The 2012 GOP primary was heating up; the race had come down to Mitt Romney, Rick Santorum, and the man everyone seemed to forget Ron Paul. Mitt and Rick the two clear front runners, two rich white men vying for votes from a population of an increasingly poor and ethnic background. I think even then the conservatives knew that Obama would win again, even try as they might to blame him for all the problems in the country. They made it seem like he was the sole reason for the economic crisis, the recent recession, and the problems of poverty and division facing the country.  Not able to look past their own hypocritical thinking and see the other sides point of view, they were right and you were wrong, it was that simple.

Today’s stories included a recap of the previous night’s debate, the growing crisis in Syria, and at the bottom of the page a small story about the ongoing occupy wall street movement. I had never felt compelled to join the cause but I always found what it stood for interesting and just.

I clicked the link and a video popped up, I let it play in the background while I read the article.

The story was about a protest at UC Berkeley, one of the most prestigious schools in the California area. Students had already tried to establish an occupy camp but they were forced to leave; when the school heard of the possibility of a return they made sure that the students were met with harsh and instantaneous actions by the police. Using batons to hammer back the front lines of the protesters, with screams of “stop beating students”, the police soon managed to break through, destroying the tents that had been set up and causing students to flee out of fear.

I was in disbelief, what happened to the right to assemble, what happened to the freedom of speech? Why were some of the brightest students in the country treated like third class citizens, literally beaten into submission under order from the school chancellor? I’m not 100% sure, but I think it might have had something to do with the protest being about rising tuition costs in the state. We can’t let a protest about such ridiculous things continue right? These were just a bunch of attention seeking college students with no jobs looking to cause a problem for the school…..right?

This was my first real glimpse of our military state at work. I had never before seen our own law enforcement use such force to stop their own people from peacefully protesting, to stop people from trying to speak out against the way our country was going. What were they doing wrong? Disrupting the peace? It looked like to me that they were being peaceful and cooperative until men in full riot gear starting wailing on them with rock hard police mallets; Try as they might to maintain the linkage of arms holding their voice together.

All I know is that if I had been in that group, no screw that if I had gone to school there and was just walking by I would have found it really hard not to fight back, really hard not to help out my fellow classmates when I saw them being beaten. If I was in that group I would have most likely been ar……….I looked at the time, 7:55 FUCK!

I crammed my notebook and books into my bag, zipped it up not even checking if it was closed and ran out the door. Maybe I should just avoid 8 am classes.

Chapter 2

Lincoln: Mitchell?

Mitchell: Yes and Lincoln I presume?

Two guys in their mid to late twenties stood face to face with each other, both were of the same variety; meaning both were fresh out of graduate school with their newly earned P.H.D’s, looking to apply them before they were buried under the mountain of student loans leaning over their heads. They sat down and stared scanningly at each other; looking for some sign of a trap, something out of the ordinary.

A long pause came between them

Mitchell: Well were both here for the same reason are we not?

Lincoln: yeah, let’s begin.

(Source: )

The GOP Primary- Independent thoughts

The best soap opera on TV continues to roll on full steam ahead with no signs of slowing, Newt basically giving a big middle finger the a majority of the republican base, Santorum convinced he has a chance, and Dr. Ron Paul kicking ass and taking names running for a party that doesnt agree with most of his views….i feel like i forgot someone, oh yeah, Flip Romney AKA Massachusetts liberal, AKA puppet, AKA slimy politician.

It will be interesting to see this play out, all of the candidates have said they are in it for the long run but here are some predictions…..Santorum will drop out soon after Florida, Newt will continue to tear down his parties only legitimate shot at beating Obeezy making very few friends in the process, and all the while Ron Paul waiting in the shadows will emerge the only unbattered candidate with a grassroots following passionate enough to give his message a legitimate chance against Romney and the 1% vying for the highest position in the most corrupt organization in the country.

If congressman Paul can hold out until the end i think he will have a major impact on the election, he may not win the nomination but his movement will have gained enough momentum to have some sway in the presidential election, and the GOP must recognize this or completely forget about their chances at the presidency.

Do i think someone from the GOP will be able to unseat Obama? absolutely not, once he gets on the campaign trail and better yet the debates, the circus act that was the GOP primary will come to a nice end under the foot of a man they tried 4 years to limit in his goals for the country. When will the GOP come to realize that once you lose the majority you should shut up and compromise? most likely when they get their heads out of their asses, but i doubt that will ever happen because there their heads are too big and their assholes clenched too tight.

Obama, Ron Paul, Buddy Roemer= men i would vote for to lead the country

Everyone else i wouldn’t trust with my garbage.

This is what all political ads should be like

http://www.colbertsuperpac.com/episodeiv-anewhope/index.php

These ads are great, showing flaws in the political system while making us all laugh