Okay this has been bothering me since the first day I saw a preview for this movie. I haven't had the time in my busy life to express my opinion about this, but I'm doing it now. 5 years. It's been 5 years since 9/11. 5 years is a drop in the bucket in time. It takes longer for your passport to expire. So why is it that Hollywood thinks that 5 years after the fact of 9/11 it's okay for them to spit out a movie about the event? One word...money. No make that two words...money and gullibility. Gullibility of who you may ask? The common mindless zombie of a consumer who's willing to fork out the cash to see this movie. What's my main beef with this film? The money. If 100f the proceeds from this movie were going to the families, fire department, police department, and all other affected parties I would be praising the efforts of all involved. Is that the case? No. I've heard that 10f the OPENING WEEKEND ONLY will go towards these funds. Let's do some math. (I know, I hate math too...so grab some aspirin and hang on I'll keep it short) Let's say that opening weekend pulls in $100,000,000. That would put $10,000,000 into the fund for distribution. I'm taking a stab at all the parties who would benefit from this fund, but let's call it 3,000. $10,000,000 split to 3,000 parties is $3,333.33 per party. You might as well just walk up to their front door and punch them in the mouth. Now what would happen if we took that $100,000,000 and split it up? Well then each party would receive $33,333.33. Well now we're talking about a donation here. So who's going to really benefit from this movie? Producers, directors, and actors. They'll be pocketing millions of dollars then tossing off their chump change into a donation slush fund which will most likely result in nothing more than a stick of gum and a kick in the ass to the parties involved in this tragedy. My solution? I'm donating $10 to whatever fund the proceeds would go to. Why $10? Well I figure it would cost me $10 to go see this movie. And I'd rather give them my entire $10 instead of the crappy $1 they'd receive from me if I went to go see this movie. I'm not going to go into a diatribe of all the social, ethical, and moral problems I have with them releasing a theatrical representation of this film so soon after the event. I'll keep this as factual and un-opinionated as possible. But please, copy and paste this, email this, post it, read it out loud to your co-workers. Americans vote with their dollars, and if you want your voice to be heard now is the time to do it. Let's make this movie flop and donate the money directly so that the message in Hollywood is heard loud and clear!

Alright, so here's an admission to most but a "duh statement" to a few.  I don't get women.  (Right now Amy is going "DUUHHHHHHHHHHHHH").  I don't, seriously.  Most of the time conversation, reality, life, everything is fine.  But then a women will open her mouth and say something that just hits me in between the eyes like a 2x4 reminding me that I, in fact, don't get women.  Settle down settle down.  This isn't about female bashing.  Just one statement that I find stupid....and here it is:

"Men can't handle the pain of childbirth, that's why God gave it to women."

That has to be the single most retarded statement I've ever heard in my entire life.  In fact I think I've heard it all at this point.  It's the proverbial "apples and oranges" scenario.  First of all,  God can't "give men childbirth".  Wanna take a guess why?  Okay go scratch your head for awhile as you sit there and fume about "GOD IS ALL POWERFUL AND CAN DO WHATEVER HE/SHE WANTS!".  Take a breath....you ready?.....well here's your answer.  God can't give childbirth to men because this would effectively change the sex roles and men would now be women.  Get it?  Probably not.  Anyhow, if you don't get it keep re-reading that last sentence and bashing your head against the table at the end.  Eventually you'll get it...or you'll bash yourself to the point that you don't care.  Moving on.

I had this arguement with an ex one time who told me that men couldn't handle the pain.  Here's some stats.  Her:  5'4"  125lbs totally non-athletic.  Me:  6'3" 270lbs former wrestler, football player, and martial artist.  I've been knocked out, drug down, poked, stabbed, scraped, cut, bruised, broke, ripped, and jabbed more times than I can remember.  So right after she says, "...because men can't handle the pain." I reached out and pinched her.  Not hard, but enough for her to notice.  An hour later after the crying stopped I responded with "So we can't handle childbirth, but you can't handle a little pinch?  I think given the opportunity we could pop one out and go have a beer because you broads will cry over anything."  I didn't get sex for 2 weeks.

Moral of the story is.  A.  Complaining about how you wish that men had the kids is effectively saying "I wish I was a man." since you can't have kids with our equipment.  B.  Next time you think men couldn't handle the pain go have a punch trading contest with your boyfriend/husband/brother/pimp and see who wins.  My money is on the one who sports the testicles.  And C.  this entire arguement is futile.  It's like saying "I'm better at math because I have a calculator and all you have is dried mouse turds and some sand paper."

So ladies, keep poppin' out the kids and be proud of your ability.  Now get back in the kitchen and make me some dinner ;)  LOL

If you chose to read this blog entry please keep in mind I used to have a picture of Brad Pit playing the character of Tyler Durden from the movie "Fight Club" up as my profile picture as well as the collection you see of the true me.  Now that I've said that, read on.

This is dedicated to all the morons out there who keep writing to me because they see my profile picture and "think i'm hot and want to be friends."

 First of all, you're a moron.  Yeah....I look EXACTLY like Brad Pitt yet for some reason have zero life and spend all my time on Grab.  That's likely to happen. 

Secondly what's with this philosophy of "you're hot let's be friends"?  Ugly people make the best friends out there.  Trust me, all my friends are ugly and I wouldn't have it any other way.  And that philosophy has nothing but problems waiting for you in the future.  Ted Bundy was pretty damned hot (from what I hear) and he was one of the coolest guys around.  Hell everyone loved Ted...that is until he whacked them with a crow bar and burried them in the woods.

Third, hang with your own kind.  Almost everyone one of you jerkoffs who has written me is half my age and a pretty ugly little kid...which is fine...but you need to learn who you can hang with and who you can't.  You will NEVER see a Ford Pinto in the same show room as a Lamborghini Murcielago....unless there's something SERIOUSLY wrong with the Lamborghini.  Now I'm not saying you're not in the category to hang out with me particularly, but you're definately not in the category to hang out with the person you think I am.

But, I just realized that I wasted my time writing this.  If you idiots aren't bright enough to realize that picture isn't me then you're not smart enough to get this post.  So F it.  Maybe I'll change the picture.

 

I didn't write this, so give credit where credit's due.  But I think this is absolutely beautiful.

 

11/2/2005 3:16:09 PM: From: Oriah Mountain Dreamer

 

http://www.oriahmountaindreamer.com/

 

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing. It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive. It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow; if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain! I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human. It doesn't interest me if the story you're telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore be trustworthy. I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty every day, and if you can source your life from God's presence. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes"! It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the children. It doesn't interest me who you are, how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back. It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself, and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moment.

The economic policies of general consumerism are what is destroying this country.  I'll explain that so you guys can get it.

First of all we're basing our economic success on spending and debt.  Not on saving and growth.  What that means is that you have to go into debt to acquire goods as opposed to saving your money to obtain those goods.

The problem with this structure is that there is a definitive bubble at which the income structure of the subserviant consumer can not afford to repay these debts.  When the debts cannot be repaid, due to over exhurtion of the consumer's income capability, the structure of the economy will collapse.

To compound this inverted economic structure we are also destroying the market income.  Companies are willing to lay off 1500 employees so that the 4 people on the top can keep making $2,000,000 a year instead of cutting the upper crusts salaries to keep those 1500 people in jobs.  Another piece of evidence to point to this is the "fear of replacement" phenomenon which occurs at every job in America.  If you ask for a raise and make a fuss about it you can be fired and replaced by someone who is unemployed the next day.  So companies have no incentive to pay a higher salary to their employees when there is a surplus of unemployeed waiting in the wings to acquire those jobs.

Now ad to both of these the exportation of jobs to foreign countries.  Once again this is companies firing, or "laying off", American workers so they can pay someone 1/3 of the wage in another country to accomplish the same job.  So what does that leave us with?  We're a country of consumers selling each other products made in foreign countries.

The question here is what are you going to do about it?  Nothing, you aren't going to do a damned thing.  You're going to sit back and take the easy route and blame the President for making this happen (Which actually President Clinton signed the rights for companies to export jobs).

So keep it up, and the day it all collapses and you folks are suffering from starvation because the convenience of going to Burger King isn't available anymore because you have no money or the entire business structure of this country collapses, I'll be out in the woods hunting and fishing because I've prepared myself for this inevitablity.

So I've been sick for about 4 days now.  Now Yes I agree that being sick sucks,  but I was thinking about it today.  Being sick is kinda cool.  If you never got sick then how would you know how great feeling normal is?

So I devised a test for everyone one out there in grabland to try at home.  It's simple, it's easy,  and you'll be impressed with the results.

Step 1.  Ask your mom/brother/sister/father/preacher/teacher/girlfriend/boyfriend...any of these...how they are doing today.

Results from Step 1 will generally be some form of moaning or whining about something insignificant in their lifes.

Step 2.  Find a target and hit it with something hard.  Fist to nose.  Foot to groin.  Hammer to pelvis.  Any of these will work.

Results from Step 2.  Crying, screaming,  bleeding, retaliation, hospitalization, all of these may result from your actions.  Be prepared.

Step 3.  Wait for results from Step 2 to end.

Step 4.  After the crying, screaming, bleeding, and or retaliation have ended (or before the pain killers kick in) pick you and your test subject off the floor and say, "So, how are you feeling now?"

Results from Step 4.  Guaranteed you will get a response of, "Well, I was doing great until you hit me in the eye/nose/big toe/elbow/colon...you f'n jerk!"

 

By performing this test you can remind people of no matter what your current physical, emotional, or psychological condition is....it can ALWAYS GET WORSE.  So be happy where you are, cuz you may not be there tomorrow.

Wow, I make one entry into my little blog here and I already have fan mail.  Awesome.

One thing you have to understand here people is that first of all, everyone has an opinion, and yours probably sucks.  Just the same as you're thinking mine sucks.  That's okay, you're allowed to have it.  But don't comment on it for the love of god.  If you have the comprehension level of a donkey and can't read a string of words together as a sentence without getting all butthurt and bent out of shape then just eat a bowl of Kellogs Broken-Glasso-Flakes and wipe your existence out of my gene pool before the algae starts accumulating.

Some people can taste a fine wine and describe the many characteristics of it's flavor and ambiance, while others think wine is something you get for $1.95 at the gas station and tastes like peaches.

Personally I hate wine, but I respect the connoisseur more than the redneck.  So, if you're an intellectual person who can contemplate the meanings of my words without making assumptive stabs at specific words within the text then feel free to comment.  If not, it's like Howard Stern, just change the damned channel already.

I never thought I'd honestly "blog" about anything because I find it to generally be a self-serving chalkboard for the caveman like expressions of the feeble minds of many.  Which is where the derogatory connotation of "blogger" comes from.  Many people see those writing blogs as whiney emo teenagers crying while they slash their wrists and wear bad haircuts.

But as any of my friends can tell you I have a unique perspective on the world abroad and the injustices of our system.  This isn't a political statement where I want to fight over liberal/conservative issues and get everyone's panties in a bunch.  It's far beyond that.  It's your life, it's my life, and it's the horrible metallic chains that bind us all into the ruts that we've established which make us unhappy.

As I get a gripe, spend a night thinking, or simply want to rant about some of the general stupidity I see around me in this world I'll update this thing and maybe enlighten a soul or two to what life really is, what life SHOULD be, and how if we don't change our ways and expand our minds with serious quickness we'll all be in for a world of hurt sooner than you think.