Our country is 234 years old today, and oh, how we have changed since the signing of our declaration. Clearly we have evolved by means of technology and have grown by means of the sophistication of our government. But not all changes have been good. Because, sadly, I can feel the flame that is the pride of our country and the sweetness of our freedom slowly diminishing in our hearts. Our fathers who risked everything for us in the act of signing that declaration had that fire in their hearts. They ignored all the troubles that may come their way, and instead sold themselves to a cause that meant more to them than their lives. But I can bet all of you that not many people representing us at the moment would be willing to do the same. America doesn't mean so much to them. Their fires have been extinguished, or perhaps were never even lit. However, there always will be brave, noble people who are willing, who have shown that they were willing in the past. Our military is filled with those brave young people, and even those brave old people. Each and every single one of them should be honored for continuing the work that our fathers began 234 years ago, for each and every single one of them shares that same burning and that same respect and love for their country, the United States of America.
If there was something I could do as a lowly writer of an unrecognized blog on the nets to help those who have lost their fires regain them, I would. But I cannot. And so I look to those who are recognized, who do have a following to do that for me, and to help our people remember that they live in the greatest country on Earth.
For we are the greatest country on Earth. I don't believe in measuring greatness by our present situation. I believe in measuring greatness by the people of our past, and by their dedication and their bravery towards freedom and independence and happiness for all. And our people had these qualities to spare. So on this most wonderful 4th, don't think about fireworks and barbecues and little unimportant things like those. Instead dwell on the founding father that resides in all of us, and his passion that can and will live on in our hearts.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Friday, July 2, 2010
Ignorance: Take Two
Once again on the topic of ignorance? I just couldn't help myself upon seeing this video.
Stark's arrogance, combined with that beloved ignorance, makes me want puke up organs. Isn't he aware that without us, without our vote, he would be nothing? Just another one of us, blending into the landscape. Forgettable. A mere citizen. And, of course, the fact remains that he is just one of us. He is a citizen. A citizen with a title. Nothing more.
And yet he believes that his title enables him to act and say anything he wants, without repercussions. Well, we'll see what happens in November, won't we?
I'm tired of these arrogant politicians. Come November, we will remind them of their place. They will be thrown overboard, be kicked out, be replaced, however you'd like to spin it. These people were elected to voice our opinions, and yet they scoff at them? Something needs to be done. Someone needs to show these people how we really feel about their attitudes. No, violence is not the answer, and no, I'm not insinuating that it is. Because it really doesn't accomplish anything, even if these people do deserve a good punch in the gut. So the power of our words will have to sustain us, for now, until November comes along. And believe me, when November does come around, these people will be gone before they can say the word communist. And so, citizens of America, remember this man when you are at the ballot box, ready to help make history by voting these loons overboard. Remember his attitude towards your fellow citizens. The way he scoffed at their words and their thoughts, the way he poked fun of illegals streaming into our country, taking our land and our people and our lives. Remember it all. And also remember this: You have the power to change it all.
Stark's arrogance, combined with that beloved ignorance, makes me want puke up organs. Isn't he aware that without us, without our vote, he would be nothing? Just another one of us, blending into the landscape. Forgettable. A mere citizen. And, of course, the fact remains that he is just one of us. He is a citizen. A citizen with a title. Nothing more.
And yet he believes that his title enables him to act and say anything he wants, without repercussions. Well, we'll see what happens in November, won't we?
I'm tired of these arrogant politicians. Come November, we will remind them of their place. They will be thrown overboard, be kicked out, be replaced, however you'd like to spin it. These people were elected to voice our opinions, and yet they scoff at them? Something needs to be done. Someone needs to show these people how we really feel about their attitudes. No, violence is not the answer, and no, I'm not insinuating that it is. Because it really doesn't accomplish anything, even if these people do deserve a good punch in the gut. So the power of our words will have to sustain us, for now, until November comes along. And believe me, when November does come around, these people will be gone before they can say the word communist. And so, citizens of America, remember this man when you are at the ballot box, ready to help make history by voting these loons overboard. Remember his attitude towards your fellow citizens. The way he scoffed at their words and their thoughts, the way he poked fun of illegals streaming into our country, taking our land and our people and our lives. Remember it all. And also remember this: You have the power to change it all.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Ignorance
Don't you just absolutely hate it when someone thinks that they know more than you, when the fact is that they are completely ignorant, and yet they still act like an arrogant... Well, you get my drift.
Age is but a number, correct? Not so, in the minds of those older than yourself. To them, age is the one thing they cling to, the one thing they have against you that makes them seem more powerful and wise and worth listening to. At least with the idiotic ones. And then once they are finished acting all high and mighty towards you, they sigh and say, oh, if only that person could understand. If only you could understand? That kind of comment stimulates the burning of anger, a burning that certainly could overpower the burning that said idiot felt as the wisps of power ran through their body. And yet they act as though they are not afraid, for who would dare touch them, dare raise a hand against them?
This post is a meaningless one, one provoked by the anger I feel after an encounter with an idiot as was previously described. I promised that I wouldn't let these brief periods of emotion get to me, that I would remain aloof in this blog. But I'm only human. Surely everyone can see that. I need something that can act as an outlet to these terrible emotions that dare to have control over me, and I'm pleased that at least I have found an outlet that allows me to talk rather than to act.
However, I will use this as an excuse to explain emotions. Then my post would not have been completely wasted, correct? I sure hope so.
Emotions. Some emotions people embrace, and others they repel. Clearly. Some emotions people stifle, others they aren't afraid to show off. That though, of course, varies with the person in question. Sometimes even the pleasant emotions people attempt to stifle around others. Why? Because emotions are weaknesses. They take control of your body and your mind, they influence you more than you know. They cause you to have memories and relationships. They even cause you to have certain conditions, like obesity. They are the ultimate dictators.
Why would I waste time talking about them? Well, for one thing, I didn't want this post to be a completely wasted one and emotions were the things closest related to what I was talking about. But also for a completely different reason. I crave power. Power, influence. I desire it most desperately, I'm not afraid to admit. And emotions are the biggest obstacles standing in my way. Think about it. What if all I wanted was power and ignored all other emotions, for that wanting is indeed in itself an emotion. But all other emotions I tossed in the trash, and focused solely on the craving for power. I'd murder, I'd torture, I'd burn, I'd do anything and everything to get power. But that's where emotions step in. I can't do all those things, not without feeling grief for those I killed, feeling hesitant to burn and destroy, for what if I were one of those people burning up in that fire? And even if you try to ignore them, they're still always there. You can't just kill them like you would kill others. It's impossible. You want to be the ultimate dictator? Well, too bad, because you never, ever will, for emotions still own you. They still control you.
That is all, for now. Maybe I'll add more to this post later, but I think my made my point clear. And perhaps someone will understand what I'm trying to have understood. Perhaps others have even felt the same. And not just with power, for that was merely an example, but in other aspects of life as well.
Age is but a number, correct? Not so, in the minds of those older than yourself. To them, age is the one thing they cling to, the one thing they have against you that makes them seem more powerful and wise and worth listening to. At least with the idiotic ones. And then once they are finished acting all high and mighty towards you, they sigh and say, oh, if only that person could understand. If only you could understand? That kind of comment stimulates the burning of anger, a burning that certainly could overpower the burning that said idiot felt as the wisps of power ran through their body. And yet they act as though they are not afraid, for who would dare touch them, dare raise a hand against them?
This post is a meaningless one, one provoked by the anger I feel after an encounter with an idiot as was previously described. I promised that I wouldn't let these brief periods of emotion get to me, that I would remain aloof in this blog. But I'm only human. Surely everyone can see that. I need something that can act as an outlet to these terrible emotions that dare to have control over me, and I'm pleased that at least I have found an outlet that allows me to talk rather than to act.
However, I will use this as an excuse to explain emotions. Then my post would not have been completely wasted, correct? I sure hope so.
Emotions. Some emotions people embrace, and others they repel. Clearly. Some emotions people stifle, others they aren't afraid to show off. That though, of course, varies with the person in question. Sometimes even the pleasant emotions people attempt to stifle around others. Why? Because emotions are weaknesses. They take control of your body and your mind, they influence you more than you know. They cause you to have memories and relationships. They even cause you to have certain conditions, like obesity. They are the ultimate dictators.
Why would I waste time talking about them? Well, for one thing, I didn't want this post to be a completely wasted one and emotions were the things closest related to what I was talking about. But also for a completely different reason. I crave power. Power, influence. I desire it most desperately, I'm not afraid to admit. And emotions are the biggest obstacles standing in my way. Think about it. What if all I wanted was power and ignored all other emotions, for that wanting is indeed in itself an emotion. But all other emotions I tossed in the trash, and focused solely on the craving for power. I'd murder, I'd torture, I'd burn, I'd do anything and everything to get power. But that's where emotions step in. I can't do all those things, not without feeling grief for those I killed, feeling hesitant to burn and destroy, for what if I were one of those people burning up in that fire? And even if you try to ignore them, they're still always there. You can't just kill them like you would kill others. It's impossible. You want to be the ultimate dictator? Well, too bad, because you never, ever will, for emotions still own you. They still control you.
That is all, for now. Maybe I'll add more to this post later, but I think my made my point clear. And perhaps someone will understand what I'm trying to have understood. Perhaps others have even felt the same. And not just with power, for that was merely an example, but in other aspects of life as well.
Friday, June 25, 2010
McChrystal
Ah, General McChrystal. You loose-lipped man, you insubordinate. Or you tired man who wanted to get out?
I believe in the latter. Although what McChrystal did was undeniably stupid, to be making those kinds of comments about his commander, I have a hard time believing that when a man in such a position as McChrystal was for that duration would not carefully watch each and every word he said, especially with the way the media absolutely pines for Obama. Therefore I believe that McChrystal had had enough. Not that he no longer cared about America's safety, but rather that he was a tired old man, tired of all that responsibility, all that suppressing how he really felt towards his commander. He slipped, he tripped, he fell (clearly). The man was tired of always having to look over his shoulder for a physical attack from his enemy, but even more tired of watching over his mouth for an emotional attack of his own creation. He obviously had very strong political feelings, but his strong military ties forced him to keep those feelings silent. But after being in the military for nearly 32 years, he began to watch his words less and less carefully. I'm not insinuating that he was stupid and careless- rather that he had already achieved what he had wanted to achieve. Besides, retiring out of the blue, abandoning your troops when you are most needed, that would have been careless. McChrystal wanted to go out in style, and was tired of having the administration force him to hold his tongue. He didn't agree with the choices being made, and being the tired old man he is, he finally spoke out. He didn't care much about the consequences of his actions, because to him there were none. He killed one of the top men in Al-Qaeda, he was commander of ISAF and head of USFOR-A. He long ago filled the expectations he held in his career. So his time was up, and he knew it. Undoubtfully he also took into account the trouble this would stir up. One of the top men in the military disagrees with the administration, and only his rank had caused him to hold his tongue. Are there any more? Do most people in the uppermost circle of the government disagree as well? Is the administration only protected because people value their jobs and source of income more than their freedom of speech? Questions all planted into people's minds with the help of McChrystal's disbelief in our government.
McChrystal did what he set out to do, whether or not his conscious mind recognized that that was his quest. He was tired and wanted to leave behind his position, all while having his true opinion finally heard and wavering the minds of the American people, even if just a little.
But did he really achieve that last bit? Did he cause the majority to waver? Or were they all too stupid to recognize his intent, too blinded to wonder if other's felt the same? Only time will tell.
I believe in the latter. Although what McChrystal did was undeniably stupid, to be making those kinds of comments about his commander, I have a hard time believing that when a man in such a position as McChrystal was for that duration would not carefully watch each and every word he said, especially with the way the media absolutely pines for Obama. Therefore I believe that McChrystal had had enough. Not that he no longer cared about America's safety, but rather that he was a tired old man, tired of all that responsibility, all that suppressing how he really felt towards his commander. He slipped, he tripped, he fell (clearly). The man was tired of always having to look over his shoulder for a physical attack from his enemy, but even more tired of watching over his mouth for an emotional attack of his own creation. He obviously had very strong political feelings, but his strong military ties forced him to keep those feelings silent. But after being in the military for nearly 32 years, he began to watch his words less and less carefully. I'm not insinuating that he was stupid and careless- rather that he had already achieved what he had wanted to achieve. Besides, retiring out of the blue, abandoning your troops when you are most needed, that would have been careless. McChrystal wanted to go out in style, and was tired of having the administration force him to hold his tongue. He didn't agree with the choices being made, and being the tired old man he is, he finally spoke out. He didn't care much about the consequences of his actions, because to him there were none. He killed one of the top men in Al-Qaeda, he was commander of ISAF and head of USFOR-A. He long ago filled the expectations he held in his career. So his time was up, and he knew it. Undoubtfully he also took into account the trouble this would stir up. One of the top men in the military disagrees with the administration, and only his rank had caused him to hold his tongue. Are there any more? Do most people in the uppermost circle of the government disagree as well? Is the administration only protected because people value their jobs and source of income more than their freedom of speech? Questions all planted into people's minds with the help of McChrystal's disbelief in our government.
McChrystal did what he set out to do, whether or not his conscious mind recognized that that was his quest. He was tired and wanted to leave behind his position, all while having his true opinion finally heard and wavering the minds of the American people, even if just a little.
But did he really achieve that last bit? Did he cause the majority to waver? Or were they all too stupid to recognize his intent, too blinded to wonder if other's felt the same? Only time will tell.
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