i guess i just don't understand.
how is it acceptable to withdraw my right to trial by jury, freedom of speech, and freedom of the press, but it is simply unacceptable to tighten and enforce gun control laws? all of these "rights" are outlined in the bill of rights, yet in "unstable times," the only certain thing is uncertainty.
i should know better than to get in this discussion with my boyfriend. he's so passionately centered on keeping his firearms that he has lost sight of any other "rights" that have been unlawfully withdrawn. i put that seemingly concrete term in quotations because i disagree with the context in which this nation uses said term.
according to dictionary.reference.com, a right is defined as:
1) a just claim or title, whether legal, prescriptive, or moral;
2) that which is due to anyone by just claim, legal guarantees, moral principles, etc.
"due to anyone." without exclusion. period. right? wrong. if it's a right that is due to anyone, then everyone should be able to speak freely, publish their work without threat of censorship, and own a firearm. currently in the united states, a convicted felon cannot own a firearm. clearly, the "right" to own a firearm has been violated; therefore, it cannot be a right if it can be revoked. it is a privilege.
according to many, the freedom of speech and the freedom of the press may be stifled at any time if it is in the "nation's security interests." the right to a trial by jury may be waived if the suspect "may" be involved in terrorist activities. however, a psychologically unstable individual has every god damn right to purchase a firearm. i guess that makes sense.
after all, how many deaths are caused every year by the freedom of the press and the freedom of speech? it must number in the hundreds of thousands, because these rights are clearly taking a backseat to ANY form of gun control... but not that people die from wounds from firearms every day. that's just nonsense.
am i saying that no one should be allowed to own a firearm? absolutely not. what i AM saying is that individuals should have to prove their competency in the safe handling, usage, and maintenance of said firearm. whether this be achieved through a class, through an online tutorial, or through the united states military, frankly i don't care, but i can't understand why so many people shoot themselves with an unloaded gun. gun safety is paramount.
that being said, simply because you have proven that you can safely own and handle a firearm (which includes target shooting; i want you to be able to hit what you're aiming at, dumbass) should not guarantee you ownership rights. every individual who applies for a concealed carry permit should have to take a psych eval. but wait, you say. this is discrimination! yes, it is. so is barring a convicted felon from owning a gun.
a marijuana dealer was apprehended and charged in court. after serving his prison time, he was released. deciding to turn over a new leaf, he moved to a new neighborhood and started a new life. (nevermind all of the workplace discrimination he faced; that's another entry.) shortly after getting settled in, he began receiving threatening phone calls and messages from individuals he recognized as some of his ex-clients. unable to purchase a firearm, he reported his situation to the police, who dismissed his claims as simple vandalism. the man was found dead two weeks later in his home.
hmmm... i deal pot once, get caught, and can't protect myself from a legitimate threat? i don't care who you are or what you believe about marijuana, but that's fucked. regardless of the legitimacy of this anecdote, the point remains: is it a right if it can be revoked? no, it is not. owning a firearm is a privilege, as driving is a privilege. fuck up, and you're done.
i also find it humorous that individuals who have had a history of dui's--individuals who can't hold a driver's licence--are allowed to purchase a firearm. if you have such a serious alcohol problem that you can't drive your own damned car, you shouldn't be allowed to own a deadly weapon. you're not stable enough.
current policies on gun control are ineffective and pointless. the most frequently-used firearms are the ones that are the least regulated! almost 90% of all gun-related homicides, holdups, and shootouts use handguns that joe sixpack could walk in and buy within 30 minutes. however, much of the current legislation concerning guns focuses on high-powered rifles, semi-automatic rifles/shotguns, and other powerful weapons. am i saying that these firearms should be ignored? no. am i saying that easy-to-purchase firearms should be more heavily regulated? fuck yes, i am. i know that many gun store owners agree with me on this point; i have been dragged into many a gun store and many store owners in this area know me by sight.
this rant was mostly in response to a conversation i had earlier today. a good portion of it was written out of frustration, but that does not detract from the legitimacy of my points.
what i am really saying, i suppose, is that your privilege to own a gun should be on the same playing field as my privilege of free speech. after all, the latter has been taken away for the better part of a decade. i guess it can't be a right, then, after all.
silly me.

Surreal experience, topic one

i have honestly never been this affected by observing a mall patron. i had one of the most eye-opening experiences of my life today, and just think, it happened while i was at work.
i was just waiting for my shift to be over today, watching people walk by as i normally do to pass the time. a woman caught my eye when she began shrieking into her cell phone. she became completely hysterical within seconds... it was perfectly clear that something terrible, completely horrible, had happened in her personal world. i heard her repeat, "no... no... no..." and then she became even more upset (if that word can even come close to describing this emotion). she began croaking into her phone... "where is he? where is he? no... no... how? this isn't real... no..."
the next thing i saw nearly broke my heart. her daughter pried the cell phone from her mother's shaking hands and yelled into the phone for an explanation. her face nearly told me everything: "uncle mike? what? no... no..." then she began to sob nearly as hysterically as her mother. this girl's friend attempted to console her; apparently she had overheard at least one of the conversations.
these women sank to the floor, shaking and holding each other for strength, if not for sanity, completely oblivious to the mall around them and the world that will never stop for one death. to watch someone as they learn of the death of a loved one is a moving experience, particularly if you have never lost someone close to you. it presents countless questions, many without concrete answers. i will hit on a few of these issues momentarily; my primary topic is rather morbid in nature. allow me to explain.
i could not simply sit by and watch these women sob. i had to help somehow, even if it would be in the smallest way. i grabbed a handful of napkins and a bottled water and crossed the hall. i handed my consolation to the daughter, and as i walked away, i heard what hit me the hardest: the deceased had committed suicide. this is a very personal topic for me, and it made watching the grievers even more difficult to bear.
see, suicide isn't just this thing people do. it isn't just a state of mind or a lack thereof. it isn't just a way out. unless you've sat there with thirty pills in your mouth, or a needle and razor in your shaking, bloodied hands, or that tempting loaded gun next to you on that nightstand, you will honestly never fully understand. i hope you never will. i'm just trying to make sense of things to myself.
psychologically speaking, my attempts at ending my existence can not be classified as suicidal gestures; they are, in fact, parasuicidal gestures. these acts are by nature not intended to kill oneself, but actually draw attention to the fact that suicide is being considered--heavily so. did i realize as a twelve year-old that taking twelve tylenol and eight prozac wouldn't kill me? absolutely not... i thought for sure it would. did i realize at seventeen that sixteen asprin, eight amytriptilene, seven motrin, and four vicodin would only upset my stomach and make me high as fuck for three days? no way. did i realize, at my last attempt, that i needed to keep my wrists underwater to bleed out? of course not. i still have the scars--external and internal--to prove that i've been there. am i proud? fuck no. but do i know what this is about? you bet your condescending ass i do.
how do you think it feels to fuck up your own death? how to you think it feels to wake up the next day, and realize that you're such a failure that you can't even succeed at killing yourself? it's one of the worse feelings in the world. you realize that everything everyone ever said about you is true... you're a fat, bitchy, piece of shit that will never be loved or have any friends. you will never make anything of yourself, be happy, or be able to measure up to anyone's standards. you are genuinely fucking stupid. that is what you are. that is what you are because everything is true when you realize that you failed.
don't get me wrong: i know that i have diagnosable psychological conditions. are they "under control?" sure, let's go with that. does everyone who considers suicide? probably not. completely psychologically healthy individuals sometimes commit/attempt suicide. if you have beef with this point, please let me know. i've got the stats.
because of my personal connection with suicide, the aforementioned situation hit me hard. sure, i had considered how various individuals would react if i had succeeded in killing myself, but it had never really hit me hard enough to change my mind. it was something that i pushed to the side, something that i completely ignored. simple enough.
watching these women go through losing someone, much less to suicide, was like having your insides go through the spin cycle on a washing machine. i've never lost anyone close to me before, and i have no idea how i would react. period. i would probably shut down for a while... probably for a long while if it was brian, my mom, or one of my brothers. brian is the only constant thing i have right now, and i know i'd never be the same if i lost him, no matter what the cause. my mom may be a factor in how fucked up i am, but she was all i had for eight years. i know her better than i know myself. either one of the boys... i don't even want to think. i can't fathom losing any of the people in my life, but losing these individuals might break me.
i know that if i had actually succeeded in ending my life, it would have broken my mother. i realized that today as i watched as the unknown woman lose her brother. i know it probably would have broken teachers, students, and coworkers. realizing what i have tonight, i know that i would break if even if a casual acquaintance took their own life.
i can't express how terrible i feel for the unknown mall patron and her family. i don't know the feelings, the emotions... i can't even imagine the pain they feel. i can only imagine uncle mike's. there is no way that his can compare to theirs. there is no way that mine can compare to theirs.
to conclude, i would like to make a few statements. firstly, if you never knew any of this about me, don't comment about my story. don't tell me that you had no idea, because very few did. don't tell me that you're sorry for not noticing, because i'd be rich if i got a penny for every apology. don't tell me that i'm a sinner, don't tell me that i'm going to hell, don't tell me that i need help. i know who i am and where i am, and i'm working to become better. i am a work in progress, as we all are.
however, i would like to offer my sincerest apologies. i know who i have hurt the most in life, and i can never take back what i've done to them. i know that for those of you who knew what i was going through, or for those of you who guessed, sitting by and watching me fall apart must have been torture. i can't apologize enough. for those of you who helped to save me, i can't thank you enough. for those of you who answered the midnight texts, the desperate xanga posts, the "theoretical" questions: you helped. honestly. for those of you who picked me up for school (despite my close proximity to the high school), i hope you realized that it wasn't the transportation i appreciated. it was your willingness to be with me, if only for five minutes out of the day. i hope that those of you who gave hugs or other tokens of affection realize what a difference you made. thank you.
final note: never pass up a chance to smile at a stranger. you don't know what they plan to do when they get home.
thank you for reading. i love you for it.

"true christians should only read english" and other disturbing material

i found this as a posted item on will braun's facebook... and i just HAD to repost it. this is exactly what americans should be afraid of... not muslim extremists. this is absolutely terrifying; i have met people like this. just think: a christian taliban. thanks for the link, will.

http://duggmirror.com/comedy/100_Greatest_Quotes_from_fundamentalist_christian_chat_rooms/

like i said, terrifying. if you should choose to attempt to defend one of these people, by all means do. i am sincerely curious to find out what kind of reasoning and exactly which biases these wackos operate under.as a disclaimer: i am NOT (i repeat, NOT) making generalizations here. simply because you are a "conservative christian" (a term that openly contradicts itself, but that's another thread) does not mean that i am lumping you into the same mental category that these people are now resting in. clearly, these individuals are as far out there (and farther) as the westboro baptists (who got OWNED at a recent military funeral... this is one time that i will endorse slapping someone.). please comment with your views and understandable concerns. i am curious to see where this goes.

go.

good stuff.

this isn't my material; a good friend of mine posted this on his blog. i just thought it was well-written and it conveyed my opinions exactly. read with care.

"War on Terror" Propaganda

I caught a television ad this weekend that just blew me away. It’s this little girl or boy (I can’t remember, nor does it really matter) and they asking questions like, “What will happen if I’m at soccer practice? Will you come and find me? Will we be safe?” Then a voiceover comes on saying something like “Please have a plan in case of a terrorist attack.” This is in reference to what will happen if one happens again? “Will you come and find me?” *insert scared little child here*

This made me absolutely ill. This is propaganda! This is a conscious effort by the United States government to manipulate our perceptions of the “War on Terror.” These commercials come at a time when news channels across the U.S. are reporting that “planned terrorist attacks are imminent”. How do these news channels get this information? You already know the answer. Our government. That’s pretty convenient, as Bush’s approval rating plummets below 35% and Congress is calling for an immediate withdrawal of troops from Iraq. The success or failure of this “War on Terror” is be directly related to the success or failure of George W. Bush. He knows it, his advisors know it, and well, everyone should know it that has even half of a clue. Maybe that means George W. doesn’t actually know it...but that’s beside the point.

Since September 11th, 2001 we as Americans have lived in fear of these “terrorist attacks”. What happened that day was a tragedy. Only the second unprovoked attack (well, that’s what some consider it; unprovoked) in U.S. history. Nearly 3,000 innocent people lost their lives for simply living them. Since that day, we have been nonchalantly pushed to never forget that terror looms in the distance. Vendors pop up all over to take advantage of 3,000 dead people by selling trendy American flags and magnets. Every time you go to an airport, you remember just how much terrorist hate our freedom. As the newest report of 6 dead Marines from a bombing in Iraq hit the local news stations, you remember that planes into buildings started it all. The U.S. Government has developed a color-coded system for terror alert. News channels report new findings of terrorist plans every few months. All of the above, just to make sure we don’t forget what terror really is. But until now, the United States Government has never blatantly tried to strike fear into their citizen’s hearts. Scared of terror? Well, we better keep troops in their places. This isn’t rocket science here. *insert scared child here* “Will you come find me?”

Maybe there is a terrorist plan for an act against the U.S. I’m not saying there isn’t. I’m not saying I want a terrorist act on the U.S. either. Not at all. I’m definitely not saying that being prepared for an attack is stupid. I’m not even saying that having that thought in our head sometimes is bad. All I am saying here is that scaring us is wrong. Nazi’s did this in Germany. They scared people into obedience and acceptance by spreading propaganda on radios, signs, and even dropping flyers from planes. And now, our government is doing it too, by using an even more widespread media type.

Sometimes, I wish I just made this stuff up. I wish I didn’t have to face the reality that we live in today. Talk hard people. And don’t believe everything you see.

thanks, evanreal. brilliant.

here i sit, using my day as i please, in coffee d'vine. i am here so i am not elsewhere; i am here because i cannot tolerate my mother's antics. some things are better left out of print.

there are two small boys playing on the carpet a few yards from me. one looks to be about three or four, and the other appears to be less than two, maybe 16 or 18 months. they are playfully spreading dominoes about the carpet, occasionally squealing or babbling to one another or to their mother. it doesn't seem to matter that the dominoes aren't being used as they were meant to be; simply throwing them around and hearing the clatter of plastic on plastic is enough to entertain and please these boys. after ten or twnety minutes of play, their mother starts to help them clean up. the boys do not protest; instead they help replace the dominoes. the younger one begins to cry as his brother puts the box back on the shelf, but he quickly settles as his mother picks him up and consoles him. they make a smooth, silent exit.

i'm not facing the door, as i usually do when i'm here. instead, i face the mirror; i have no need to watch the high-schoolers cavort and compare loud, obnoxious ringtones. i would prefer to hear the conversations of the patrons; to see a little into their lives and to learn a little more about humanity. i can see everyone who enters via the mirror's reflection; i am content ust as i am.

brian and i were at pizza hut last night. a party of eight sat down next to us; half were children, all under the age of ten. there was a small baby there, and she couldn't have been more than two months old. so tiny, so dependent. she made me remember when riley and andrew were so small, and how dependent they were on us. to bring a child so small, so helpless, so untouched by the world into relative chaos from the safety and security of the womb seems almost cruel. how must the infant feel? it's not their choice to come into our chaotic mess of a world; it is our choice to bring them here. is that fair to an untouched soul? is it right to want children simply for the sake of wanting them? for the sake of wanting to be a parent? for the sake of wanting to nurture them? is it right to want children for your own personal reasons? it seems almost selfish to have children simly for your own personal emotional, economic, or psychological gains, no matter how focused you seem on the child's welfare. to put it bluntly, it's a shitty world; why bring an innocent into it?
another thing has crossed my mind. i tried talking to brian about human nature/apparent lack thereof the other day, and he stated that people are often products of their role models. i.e., "no matter how much i don't want to, i find myself acting like my dad." obviously, this also applies to me; i find myself imitating my mother without fully realizing it. this has me worried. as much as i love my mother, her parenting style leaves much to be desired, and i dislike how hot-tempered she can be at times. i don't want t end up like my mother; i don't want to raise a child to be similar to myself. i'm pretty messed up myself, and i don't want to foster an environment similar to the one i grew up in. i don't want to be abusive; i don't want to lash out at my kids; i don't want to be a shitty mom. i don't want to be a disappointment to myself, my spousse, or my children. yet another reason to reconsider my plans as a prospective mother.
when people ask me if i want kids, they usually recieve a big grin and a "hell yeah." when i tell them how many i want, i usually get a "you're catholic, huh?" despite this situation, i know i'll be a shitty mom. i know i'll be a disappointment to someone sometime. i just hope it's not my kids.

final question: given the above, should i have children? should anyone?

signed, praying for wisdom

something everyone should consider

i don't normally post song lyrics, but i was struck by this song. give it a read, think it over. let it ferment. a once-over won't give you the sobering realization that i arrived at.

I should have listened to her
So hard to keep control
We kept on eating but our
Bloated bellies still not full
She gave us all she had but
We went and took some more
Can't seem to shut her legs our
Mother nature is a whore
I got my propaganda
I got revisionism
I got my violence in high def ultra-realism
All a part of this great nation
I got my fist I got my plan I got survivalism
Hypnotic sound of sirens
Echoing through the street
The cocking of the rifles
The marching of the feet
You see your world on fire
Don't try to act surprised
We did just what you told us
Lost our faith along the way and found ourselves believing your lies
I got my propaganda
I got revisionism
I got my violence in high def ultra-realism
All a part of this great nation
I got my fist I got my plan I got survivalism
All bruised and broken bleeding
She asked to take my hand
I turned, just kept on walking
But you did the same thing to me so please now I'm sure you'll understand
I got my propaganda
I got revisionism
I got my violence in high def ultra-realism
All a part of this great nation
I got my fist I got my plan I got survivalism

someone finally verbalized the instinctual reaction of the average american. someone finally recognized that the average american won't try to ct for the greater good. the average american, when faced with a life-or-death crisis, will act on their own "survivalism" instincts. preservation of the self over the community, right? isn't that the capitalisitc way?
the time is coming when there WILL be a marxist revolution within the "leader of the free world," which has severely compromised freedom for security. as ben franklin stated, "he who is willing to sacrifice a little necessary freedom to obtain momentary safety deserves neither freedom nor safety." the gap between the elite and the proletariat is exponentially increasing, and with the new implications pertaining to the NCLB (no child left behind, for those who don't know what's going on... get a fucking clue or don't complain) act, SOMEONE will get behind the uneducated masses. SOMEONE will advocate revolution, VIOLENT revolution, and anyone remotely educated will be looked at as an enemy. history shows us that mob psychology is deadly. conspiracy theories will circulate, and purges of the educated will ensue. this CANNOT happen.
firstly, the humanitatian consequences will be horriffic. that goes without saying, so i won't get too deep in. economic and political consequences are just as deadly, metaphorically speaking. with america, the single largest economic consumer in revolutionary chaos, the world economy will take a massive hit. thrid-world countries that depend on the u.s. for economic support will collapse, and some sort of political revolution will rise there. as for countries that we depend on--namely china--their economies will boom. underground transactions will undermine any authority that the government will cling to, and these profiteering countries will further profit from the economic, social, and governmental chaos caused by a corrupt government and administration(s). once some sort of unstable order is found in the homeland, or is none is found, we will be economically, if not politically and socially, dominated by mainline economic suppliers. america will no longer be the superpower we were in decades past; currently, all our "power" amounts to is a shaky facade that crumbles under closer inspection.
it's not like anyone reads this blog. it's not like i have a snowball's chnce in hell of making it anywhere in politics. as much as i would love to change the world, i guess i'll have to settle for changing one person's life at a time. it's still a noble calling, but i still feel like i'm settling. ha, i once said, "the sound of settling is the sound of a soul dying." i suppose i should prepare for death :)
this is far from the end of my rant. i just really need to go to class.
peace and love.
try to spread them both.

things are going pretty well, all things considered.
no definitive choice has been made on a school; i need all of the numbers in front of me to make that decision. however, despite what i keep telling people, this won't be a strictly financial decision. right now, ball state is looking pretty tantalizing. going there will provide me with contacts that i can keep through grad school, and i won't have to relocate when it comes time to get my master's. it's dirt cheap, technologically advanced (a quality i find alluring), and pretty liberal. on the other hand, maybe i'm investing so much time into this school is because i desire a greater degree of freedom than i currently possess. however, i think i might get into some trouble if i had no reason to stay on the straight and narrow. with my addictive personality, that could get very ugly very quick. VERY ugly. brian may also be a reason i'm looking at this school so intently... i know that i shouldn't base any major life decisions on him, because we may not last, etc. i don't know if my love for him is clouding my better judgement, or if ball state is really where i should be. i don't want to exclude it from potential contenders to eliminate strictly on the basis of love and all that implies, but i don't want to choose based on a current relationship. i'm trying to intellectualize as much as possible; we'll see how that goes. switching gears, tim and his family expect me to attend saint mary's. my religious fanaticism has waned to a degree; in fact, my faith is practically dead. (that is another topic entirely, though, and i'll stick to schools right now.) although i would like to explore the intellectual aspect of Catholicism more deeply, i would also like to learn more about less western religions, i.e., Islam, Buddhism, modern Deism, etc. this can be done with less bias at a public school, and saint mary's may indeed put a Catholic spin on its religion classes. that is to be expected; i do, however, want the remainder of my classes to be taugh on a secular level (huntington has failed miserably in that regard). saint mary's is also expensive, and my money is running out faster than expected. on the other hand, this school has excellent placement and alumni networks, and is nationally renowned for excellence. purdue is pretty much out of the running; they want an answer by may first, and that i cannot provide. jason was pretty much the only motivating force there, anyways, and there's not much for me at that school. saint francis would be a nice alternative to huntington, if i needed to stay in town, but again, price may be a factor; i haven't gotten much financial assistance from that institution. i haven't even sent in my transcripts to ipfw yet... they may not be considered at all. we'll see. as far as staying at huntington is concerned, it could be tolerable, but chapel is a waste of time and i wouldn't experience anything beyond huntington, indiana, until grad school. GAH! i don't comprehend why this process is so difficult for me; perhaps my insatiability plays a role here. end of that rant.
i lost a few more pounds, which was rather disturbing, actually. i got down to 116, and for 5'4" and my bone structure, that's pretty bad. i looked pretty sick; i went to the doctor, and she prescribed an antidepressant that acts as an an appetite increaser. HOLY SHIT, I CAN'T STOP EATING. i ate an entire bag of doughnuts earlier today; this has to stop. i'll decrease it to half a pill per night and see how that goes. heh, funny story about the doctor: my psychiatrist stopped practicing, and did not notify any of his patients. (it wass probably malpractice... this guy was a pushy douchebag.) i found this out when i called to set up an emergency appointment; i was having some pretty severe manic issues (extreme irritability, aforementioned weight loss, spending sprees, lack of sleep, paranoia, etc.) and wanted an appointment to get said issues under control. the receptionist informed me that he wasn't practicing and that a new doctor was taking his place. i went to see this doctor (she is a dot indian and has a very thick accent... it's great!), and she stopped my geodon. apparently, that drug was the cause of a majority of my muscle tension and my tmj, and was causing me to randomly pass out. no more synchopies!! woot! she started me on remeron (the antidepressant), and increased my dosage of trileptal by a factor of two. i'm not sure what the long-term effects of the antidepressant will be; i have never reacted positively to an antidepressant before (take a look at my wrists sometime; that's pretty obvious.). hopefully it will do its job.
brian comes home in approximately one month. this is very exciting for me. not only will the love of my life be relatively safe at home, but i can finally get to know him better. my only concern is ptsd. he seems to be pretty resillient, though, so hopefully i have nothing to worry about. hopefully the two of us haven't changed in irreconcilable ways; i love him so much, and would hate to see such a great relationship end due to "changes." war changes everyone, though, and i know that i have changed and matured over these past several months. we'll see what happens, i suppose. i am so pumped! frickin' yay!
my computer has some spyware installed on it, apparently. i have taken the necessary steps to rid myself of these annoying popups and ridiculous messages of "ninety-two malware threats have been detected... download our software and buy our package to fix it!" i encourage all of you to do your research on this software before buying anything. google is a powerful tool :)
hah... not like anyone reads this. i have nothing interesting to say, and my writing skills have gone to shit since i stopped writing on a regular basis. here's something interesting, i suppose: if hillary wins the democratic nomination, republicans will win the next election, despite the fact that their party is more corrupt than enron (oh, wait, they were involved in that. oops!). you'd think that our nation would have impeached this joke of a president by now, but we're all too lazy watching the war on fox to get up and change anything. anyone willing to make a stand is declared a renegade, or worse, a terrorist, and blacklisted. hmmm, sounds like the salem witch trials... oh, macarthy, i'm sure you're laughing in your grave. and that other sound, barely audible above the cry of "america above all," is the sound of our founding fathers turning in their graves. this nation is hardly what they had in mind; they were the renegades of their days; they were the liberals of their time. now, any self-respecting liberal is suspected of terrorism merely by voicing disapproval of the govenrment's actions. 1984, anyone? have ANY politicians read orwell? animal farm? anyone? i suppose not. hah--what about catch-22? i'm sure the current administration learned all they know from milo. capitalizing off of a war; trading lives for oil. as long as a profit is made, all is well, right? hm. sounds as though a change is needed. maybe i'm alone in wanting that change. it's not like i'd ever get far in politics; i have every odd stacked against me. i'm female, Catholic, from a lower socioeconomic background than most politicians, i don't believe in party loyalty, i'm HONEST, pro-life, anti-war, and anti-capital punishment. oh, and i'm not a nationalist. (according to fox news, that means i'm a terrorist. who knew?) enough of that rant; it's not like anone cares what i think ;)
this post is long enough. comment if you've actually read the whole thing, and if you have, props. you deserve a cookie. i'll eat one for you.
peace and love