People love their TVs. It's ridiculous. We build shrines to them in our living rooms, we have family meals around them, and we even have the nerve to call watching TV, a "family bonding experience." I want all of the TVs to spontaneously explode. It would probably send our nation into chaos, but who cares it would fix our problem. Wait no it wouldn't because they would just make more. Okay so the "TV making factories" can explode too.
The stuff on TV isn't even good half the time anyways. It's all filth designed to make us soft and unresponsive so China can take over, but seriously something needs to change because our future is looking very bleak indeed.
Nation I'm begging you, get off your asses and do something. You want to know why you're fat? You can blame it on you "genes" all you want, but if you really want to know I'll tell you. It's because you are a lazy couch potato, and you sit on your fat ass all day and do nothing. Good day sir!
Friday, December 26, 2008
Getting Gifts
I always feel bad accepting gifts from people, I mean these people worked for this thing that they're giving me, and something tells me they'd much rather keep it. Also I think that getting presents is a lame way to replace a religious holiday. You're supposed to give the gift of love, but now people have money and love comes in the form of a flat screen TV.
Maybe I feel like this because growing up I never got a lot of gifts, I never went without, but it was just not a top priority in my family. I grew to understand that, but as a kid it doesn't matter when you go back to school and everyone has all these presents they got. I guess I kind of grew bitter towards Christmas, I grew to resent it, and now I get sick when people talk about getting things for Christmas. If I didn't get one thing for Christmas I would be perfectly content. You would naturally think I was lying, but that's because you like Christmas, you are one who thinks Christmas is getting gifts, and your opinion means nothing to me.
If I could skip over Christmas every year I probably would. Everything would be normal, December 24th would come and the next day it'd be December 26th. To those of you who say it's about family, I really don't agree with you either, because to me family represents the present givers. I want our nation to go through a huge reform where we ditch the superficial stuff and go back to chivalry. Is that so much to ask?
Maybe I feel like this because growing up I never got a lot of gifts, I never went without, but it was just not a top priority in my family. I grew to understand that, but as a kid it doesn't matter when you go back to school and everyone has all these presents they got. I guess I kind of grew bitter towards Christmas, I grew to resent it, and now I get sick when people talk about getting things for Christmas. If I didn't get one thing for Christmas I would be perfectly content. You would naturally think I was lying, but that's because you like Christmas, you are one who thinks Christmas is getting gifts, and your opinion means nothing to me.
If I could skip over Christmas every year I probably would. Everything would be normal, December 24th would come and the next day it'd be December 26th. To those of you who say it's about family, I really don't agree with you either, because to me family represents the present givers. I want our nation to go through a huge reform where we ditch the superficial stuff and go back to chivalry. Is that so much to ask?
Tis The Season
It seems like every time this cluster of holidays rolls around, there's always some group or another complaining. Whether it's that they think it's unfair that one holiday should get all the air time, or that a certain meaning of a holiday has been missed.
To those that say their holiday is always forgotten, I say, yes it probably is you live in a predominately Christian society. I'm sure you or whoever brought your family to America knew this, but they didn't say, oh no we can't go there they celebrate Christmas. I also say you should lighten up, because it's the holidays, go see your family have fun before the United States get taken over by China and you really won't be able to celebrate said holiday.
And to those that say the meaning of their holiday has been forgotten, I would completely agree with you. All the people in our society want is to sell stuff and get rich, or to get free things free things, so the holiday your fighting for is the result of this. I sympathize with you, but I'm afraid we won't see a change in our lifetimes, which is disapointing. They've all been mindwashed by China so they buy things and pretty soon China is just going to walk right in and take over.
China, I don't mean to offend, and if you were affended lighten up!
To those that say their holiday is always forgotten, I say, yes it probably is you live in a predominately Christian society. I'm sure you or whoever brought your family to America knew this, but they didn't say, oh no we can't go there they celebrate Christmas. I also say you should lighten up, because it's the holidays, go see your family have fun before the United States get taken over by China and you really won't be able to celebrate said holiday.
And to those that say the meaning of their holiday has been forgotten, I would completely agree with you. All the people in our society want is to sell stuff and get rich, or to get free things free things, so the holiday your fighting for is the result of this. I sympathize with you, but I'm afraid we won't see a change in our lifetimes, which is disapointing. They've all been mindwashed by China so they buy things and pretty soon China is just going to walk right in and take over.
China, I don't mean to offend, and if you were affended lighten up!
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Random Humor
So people know why he's walking away.
The new war plan.
Mace Windu was reincarnated into a squirrel.
Why babies don't endorse Taco Bell.
The bulls are taking a head stand on bull fights.
Only in America My friends
Babies for Barack Obama. Piss on the status quo.
We are Sparta!!!!
Thursday, December 18, 2008
What Fix You Means to Me
We are singing a song in my show choir class called Fix You. We got an assignment to write a story about what the ballad means to us, and I just want to share it with you.
When I was six or seven years old I had a dog named Babe. Babe was a golden retriever, and she was my world. I loved that dog so much. But then she got sick. She ruptured two disks in her back, and was diagnosed with some disease I can’t recall. She couldn't walk, and she was getting worse every day. At this point in my life I was not quite familiar with death, and this was a very hard way to learn.
She spent several weeks in the pet hospital, and as a kid I thought the doctors would just fix her up and I would have my dog back. Then one day my dad walked in the door, and I asked him, as usual, if Babe was coming home soon. He gave me a look of profound sorrow and said, “I told them to end her suffering today.”
At first I didn’t understand, “So she’s alright?” I asked
My took me into my bed room and sat me down, looked into my eyes and said to me, “Robert, Babe isn’t coming home, she’s dead.”
My world no longer existed. She was gone. I sat there for the rest of the night until I fell asleep crying for my dog. I think I knew deep down that she was going to die, but I kept telling myself she would be alright. I wish I would have spent more time with her in the end, because I know it would have made her feel better to die with a friend.
I’m going to sing this song to myself back then, as an innocent child that was thrown into a situation that required a level of maturity far exceeding his own, and also to my dog Babe who I thought would be alive forever.
When I was six or seven years old I had a dog named Babe. Babe was a golden retriever, and she was my world. I loved that dog so much. But then she got sick. She ruptured two disks in her back, and was diagnosed with some disease I can’t recall. She couldn't walk, and she was getting worse every day. At this point in my life I was not quite familiar with death, and this was a very hard way to learn.
She spent several weeks in the pet hospital, and as a kid I thought the doctors would just fix her up and I would have my dog back. Then one day my dad walked in the door, and I asked him, as usual, if Babe was coming home soon. He gave me a look of profound sorrow and said, “I told them to end her suffering today.”
At first I didn’t understand, “So she’s alright?” I asked
My took me into my bed room and sat me down, looked into my eyes and said to me, “Robert, Babe isn’t coming home, she’s dead.”
My world no longer existed. She was gone. I sat there for the rest of the night until I fell asleep crying for my dog. I think I knew deep down that she was going to die, but I kept telling myself she would be alright. I wish I would have spent more time with her in the end, because I know it would have made her feel better to die with a friend.
I’m going to sing this song to myself back then, as an innocent child that was thrown into a situation that required a level of maturity far exceeding his own, and also to my dog Babe who I thought would be alive forever.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Prison For Young People
Do they think we're stupid? School is garbage! If I could pursue education with out the school environment, I would in a heart beat. I love learning, and I'm a very good student, but even I agree with most delinquents that the institution of school is just a prison.
I realize that they have to teach us to become adults, but adults don't get detention for laser pointer!!!!! I'm sorry that I was messing around with the damn thing. They told me that I could shine it in some one's eye, but I made it a point not to do that. Then after I told them that, they said I should have cooperated better with them, which I did!!!!!!! I never once lied to them, I answered all of their questions immediately after asked, and I told them who had the laser pointer right off the bat.
I guess I just don't understand. Is there job to: A) Teach me how to be an adult, B) Piss me off, C) Punish me for the littlest things, or D) Both B and C? I'll give you a hint, IT'S DDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!
It's almost as if they've forgotten what they got into teaching to do, which I bet wasn't to punish kids. I get that some odd number of years makes them bitter, but come on have a heart.
I realize that they have to teach us to become adults, but adults don't get detention for laser pointer!!!!! I'm sorry that I was messing around with the damn thing. They told me that I could shine it in some one's eye, but I made it a point not to do that. Then after I told them that, they said I should have cooperated better with them, which I did!!!!!!! I never once lied to them, I answered all of their questions immediately after asked, and I told them who had the laser pointer right off the bat.
I guess I just don't understand. Is there job to: A) Teach me how to be an adult, B) Piss me off, C) Punish me for the littlest things, or D) Both B and C? I'll give you a hint, IT'S DDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!
It's almost as if they've forgotten what they got into teaching to do, which I bet wasn't to punish kids. I get that some odd number of years makes them bitter, but come on have a heart.
The Fatal Disease
Life is the best and the worst disease we all have, and nobody makes it out alive. You spent your whole life slowly but surely proceeding to your death. You don't think of it every waking moment of the day, nor should you. If you spend your whole life thinking of your death you miss out on all of the things that make life what it is. I recently had two great aunts pass away. I didn't know them really well, and I was only affected by their death by the fact that my parents went to the funeral without me. It did however get me thinking about life and death. I wondered if they had both lived full lives full of all the wonderful and terrible experiences that coincide with one another.After the funerals my dad said that he was going to miss them both a lot. I knew then that anyone who could leave just one person behind that would miss them then they had lived a life worth living.
With all of the new medicine and things that help you live longer that the people on TV talk about, people think they'll live forever. Really they're just delaying the inevitable. And even if you could live forever, why would you want to? Do they want to be a broken pod of a person laying in bed with a tube shoved down there nose forever? Because that my friends is not living.
The fatal, incurable disease, is not such a bad thing, it's life. And those who have experienced it to its fullest will tell you that it's worth every second.
With all of the new medicine and things that help you live longer that the people on TV talk about, people think they'll live forever. Really they're just delaying the inevitable. And even if you could live forever, why would you want to? Do they want to be a broken pod of a person laying in bed with a tube shoved down there nose forever? Because that my friends is not living.
The fatal, incurable disease, is not such a bad thing, it's life. And those who have experienced it to its fullest will tell you that it's worth every second.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Messy Busniess
Ten deer total. We took them to the meat locker today to be prossesed. On the way there farmers would honk at us to congratulate us on killing some "damn corn eaters" as they know them. When we stop at a gas station and one guy commented that we,
"shoulda just kept shooting."
We got to the locker and there were tons of people there with their share of the harvest. None of them had as many as we did, the one only one who came closest was a guy who had six. People walked up to our truck and would ask, "How many ya got in there? Five, six?" and we'd reply, "Nope, we got ten of em," and they'd walk away with their tails tucked saftly between their legs.
We pulled around back to drop the deer off to the sturdy men manning the sharp blades and hack saws. One guy would pull a deer off the truck, then another would make two presise cuts and the head would forever be detached from it's owner. Meanwhil the guy witht the hack saw would take all four legs off in about eight seconds.
The whole process took only fifteen minutes, and by the time they were done, everyone had blood on their hands, and there were ten headless, legless deer on the ground waiting to be drug inside. That was the end of that, and behind us there were ten trucks in line. These guy were gonna have a long day. We wished them good luck and we were on our way.
"shoulda just kept shooting."
We got to the locker and there were tons of people there with their share of the harvest. None of them had as many as we did, the one only one who came closest was a guy who had six. People walked up to our truck and would ask, "How many ya got in there? Five, six?" and we'd reply, "Nope, we got ten of em," and they'd walk away with their tails tucked saftly between their legs.
We pulled around back to drop the deer off to the sturdy men manning the sharp blades and hack saws. One guy would pull a deer off the truck, then another would make two presise cuts and the head would forever be detached from it's owner. Meanwhil the guy witht the hack saw would take all four legs off in about eight seconds.
The whole process took only fifteen minutes, and by the time they were done, everyone had blood on their hands, and there were ten headless, legless deer on the ground waiting to be drug inside. That was the end of that, and behind us there were ten trucks in line. These guy were gonna have a long day. We wished them good luck and we were on our way.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Got Another One
It was four degrees this morning. Luckily it wasn't windy, because I would have frozen right to my bones. Anyways, I was sitting up in a tree stand to start the morning, looking out over my domain. It was just getting light and the cows were bellowing their goodbyes as they left for market.
It was getting really cold and I was ready to get up, so I did. There were some deer that I had seen up in the woods above me, and no one was shooting so I thought I'd start driving them in. I started walking, and as soon as I got to the edge of the woods, a bunch of deer stood up and started running in. I kept walking and pretty soon the woods sounded like a war zone. Shots going off all around me, I was ducking trying not to die.
After the chaos was over I stood up and looked up the hill and two bucks,A four point, and an eight point appeared from the other side. They saw me but they didn't seem too concerned I was there, their mistake. They trotted down the hill and when they reappeared on the other side I popped off a shot. They jogged a little farther, but he wasn't hit. I shot again and he lurched and took off. I shot a shot after him and he was gone. My uncle was standing up on top of the hill so I went up there to help him. At this point I thought I had missed the deer I shot at, but I resolved to look for blood when I was done.
I watched my uncle clean his deer. When he was done we walked up the hill and found another blood trail so we follow it, and followed it, and followed it. Finally we just turned around and came back. As we crossed the fence we saw another person from our group cleaning a deer. We walked up and asked him if it was his and he said he had just found it. It was the one I had shot, and we followed the blood trail back to the place I had shot it at. Sweet! An old but nice seven pointer. All in all it was a very good year for hunting.
It was getting really cold and I was ready to get up, so I did. There were some deer that I had seen up in the woods above me, and no one was shooting so I thought I'd start driving them in. I started walking, and as soon as I got to the edge of the woods, a bunch of deer stood up and started running in. I kept walking and pretty soon the woods sounded like a war zone. Shots going off all around me, I was ducking trying not to die.
After the chaos was over I stood up and looked up the hill and two bucks,A four point, and an eight point appeared from the other side. They saw me but they didn't seem too concerned I was there, their mistake. They trotted down the hill and when they reappeared on the other side I popped off a shot. They jogged a little farther, but he wasn't hit. I shot again and he lurched and took off. I shot a shot after him and he was gone. My uncle was standing up on top of the hill so I went up there to help him. At this point I thought I had missed the deer I shot at, but I resolved to look for blood when I was done.
I watched my uncle clean his deer. When he was done we walked up the hill and found another blood trail so we follow it, and followed it, and followed it. Finally we just turned around and came back. As we crossed the fence we saw another person from our group cleaning a deer. We walked up and asked him if it was his and he said he had just found it. It was the one I had shot, and we followed the blood trail back to the place I had shot it at. Sweet! An old but nice seven pointer. All in all it was a very good year for hunting.
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Got One!!!
Sitting by the oven late Friday night, listing to my dad and uncle reminisce about past hunting experiences, got me excited to go out and get a story of my own.
My alarm went off at five thirty in the morning and that was all the encouragement I needed to get out of bed and get dressed. At six o'clock the other people from our group arrived ready to set out. We started walking towards our respective spots breaking off as we we got to our various exits. When I got to the spot I would be in for the next four hours I cleared some snow off the ground and settled in for a long, chilly morning. Shortly after sunrise I was "resting my eyes" for a second. I opened my eyes slowly and saw a doe running across the hill in front of me. I raised my gun but too late she was already behind dome thick brush. I saw her wandering around behind the a fallen tree and it pissed me off to be so close and not be able to shoot. I got to shoot soon enough though, she trotted up the hill and I thought she was gone for good. Ten minutes later she was back.
She came walking down the hill, and this time I was ready. With my gun raised I waited for her to come closer. When she got to where she could smell me, she stopped and looked around. It was now or never. I shot, I missed, she ran twenty yards, I shot again, I missed again, she ran away to live another day.
In my defense it was an awkward shot, but all excuses aside, I just choked. The rest of the morning I saw several more deer. I saw a total of twelve does and four bucks in that span of four hours.
After awhile my uncle walked over and told me that my grandpa had shot a deer and to come with him to see it and help him with the deer that he shot, all THREE OF THEM!!! So we went and found his first deer, cleaned it, and drug it up the hill. Then we went and found his second deer, a doe and I volunteered to clean it. My first time cleaning a deer, and I figured I'd get some practice for when I shot mine.
After we got the third one we walked back to the house to eat some breakfast. after that I decide to walk through the woods to get to my spot. When a was almost to my destination a doe trotted up over the hill. I froze. I swung my gun up and she bolted. I fired the first shot, and missed. She made it halfway down the hill and I fired again. She dropped. Hell Yea!!! I walked down to get her, but she was still alive so I put a bullet in her brain. She wasn't alive anymore. I cleaned her, man was I glad I had practiced earlier that morning, dragged her up the hill, and that was that.
AWESOME!!! More tomorrow.
My alarm went off at five thirty in the morning and that was all the encouragement I needed to get out of bed and get dressed. At six o'clock the other people from our group arrived ready to set out. We started walking towards our respective spots breaking off as we we got to our various exits. When I got to the spot I would be in for the next four hours I cleared some snow off the ground and settled in for a long, chilly morning. Shortly after sunrise I was "resting my eyes" for a second. I opened my eyes slowly and saw a doe running across the hill in front of me. I raised my gun but too late she was already behind dome thick brush. I saw her wandering around behind the a fallen tree and it pissed me off to be so close and not be able to shoot. I got to shoot soon enough though, she trotted up the hill and I thought she was gone for good. Ten minutes later she was back.
She came walking down the hill, and this time I was ready. With my gun raised I waited for her to come closer. When she got to where she could smell me, she stopped and looked around. It was now or never. I shot, I missed, she ran twenty yards, I shot again, I missed again, she ran away to live another day.
In my defense it was an awkward shot, but all excuses aside, I just choked. The rest of the morning I saw several more deer. I saw a total of twelve does and four bucks in that span of four hours.
After awhile my uncle walked over and told me that my grandpa had shot a deer and to come with him to see it and help him with the deer that he shot, all THREE OF THEM!!! So we went and found his first deer, cleaned it, and drug it up the hill. Then we went and found his second deer, a doe and I volunteered to clean it. My first time cleaning a deer, and I figured I'd get some practice for when I shot mine.
After we got the third one we walked back to the house to eat some breakfast. after that I decide to walk through the woods to get to my spot. When a was almost to my destination a doe trotted up over the hill. I froze. I swung my gun up and she bolted. I fired the first shot, and missed. She made it halfway down the hill and I fired again. She dropped. Hell Yea!!! I walked down to get her, but she was still alive so I put a bullet in her brain. She wasn't alive anymore. I cleaned her, man was I glad I had practiced earlier that morning, dragged her up the hill, and that was that.
AWESOME!!! More tomorrow.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
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