The Cost of Freedom

"We the people of the United States, in order to form a more perfect Union, establish justice, insure domestic tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general welfare, and secure the blessings of liberty to ourselves and our posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America." - Preamble to the United States Constitution.

America is not a utopia. There is no such thing as a perfect society. People will always do bad things for various reasons. The first documented account of violence was between the third and fourth individuals to ever even walk the earth, when Cain killed his brother Abel.

Vandal Trolling

Today I witnessed a man trying to steal the Ron Paul bumper sticker off the back of my car earlier. "How silly of him" I thought. "If he wanted one, he could have just asked."

After he gave up trying to take it and walked away I took it upon myself to make his support of the good doctor Paul known and placed an extra sticker I had on the back of his truck.

As I was driving away I could see in my rear view mirror that he was so ecstatic about it that he was jumping up and down! I think he was trying to yell thank you at me too, but I had my music on so I couldn't tell exactly what he was saying. "What a strange, nice man" I said to myself.

War, in a soldier's words.

"Without racism soldiers would realize that they have more in common with the Iraqi people than they do with the billionaires who send us to war."

Journal of a hermit, September.

2011:
September 5th, Monday: It's been about four weeks since I've had any physical contact with the outside world. The most sun I've gotten is every other week I mow the yard. It's essentially torture. The glow of my monitor is the only light in my otherwise bleak and meaningless life. The internet holsters a myriad of comforts from this mortal coil. It is, in fact, the only place I still see people from my old life. As it stands, the world would have it be that my only activity would be to have my head buried in some textbook that couldn't teach me the difference between a simile and a metaphor. I used to go to a real school, where there were real people, and I really learned... on occasion. When I wanted to. At least there I had an option. The most educational thing I've done since last school year was read a Wikipedia article on the Large Hadron Collider.

September 11th, Sunday: I remember ten years ago today, like most people. I was six years old then. The twin towers didn't mean anything to me. I didn't understand about all the people dying. Looking back now, I see how symbolic it really was. Those towers were America. and when they fell, so did everything. We were the country that nobody could touch. Of course, we could go out and invade who ever we wanted, but we were a sovereign nation, above the third world countries and less technologically advanced. As terrible and humbling that day was, I think it was a good wake up call to a lot of brain-washed Americans who thought this country could go on forever without making a few enemies.

September 14, Wednesday: Can't help but think about how since they day we get into High School the only thing shoved down our throats over and over is college. Apparently, if we don't go to college, we'll end up either homeless or working for minimum wage at McDonalds. I know a few people with college degrees working at Mickey D's. What does that mean for them? I don't buy into all of it. I think that someone should be able to survive off their own wits and hard work. Maybe I'm naive like that. Point of the matter is we'll see who's right when everyone else is $50,000+ in school debt and I'm running my own business making profit. It's not like anybody actually keeps their first major anyways.

September 27th, Tuesday: I had a conversation with a co-worker the other day. He asked me what I liked to to in my free time. "I just like to hang out. Play some instruments, listen to music. I'm a pretty chill person."
"I'm the same way man. But don't you ever go out and party? You know, get some drinks and stuff?"
"Naw man I don't really party."
"I'm sure you still find a way to get some drinks though."
"Man, even if I wanted to drink I wouldn't do it with friends. I've seen some of my friends drink, and they'll be like, half a drink in and acting like a mental person. If I wanted to hang out with a bunch of retards I would, but I don't. All these kids think they're just having a good time and laughing, and they might be, but they're making themselves look stupid. It's different if you're going to chill out with a few and watch a movie or a football game, but you're jumping from party to party, driving around, trying to hide it in a water bottle even though you can smell it on yourself? Kids these days man. Kids these days."

Late Night Drafts; Morning Confusions: part II

Presidents: why bother?

Alright, so, let's get the basics out of the way. The American government is set up as such: there are three branches of government. The Legislative branch makes new laws. The Judicial branch, which basically makes sure people follow the laws (the court system is held within this branch). Finally, you have the executive branch. This branch is basically the President, Vice President, and his little peanut gallery (aka his cabinet).

The Presidents job is essentially to say "yay" or "nay" to everything. If a bill makes it through congress, it goes to the President, who basically has the power to sign it into law or to say "herp derp I do what I want," veto the bill, and sent it back to congress, who can revise the bill and try again. Or, if they receive 2/3rd's majority, can overthrow the presidents veto and make it a law anyways.

Sooooo... why? What's the point of the President again? He approves bills that have already gone through a vigorous screening period that can last years just to get tossed back and forth between the House of Representatives and the Senate (which together make up Congress)? And even if he doesn't like the bill Congress can pass it regardless of what he says?

Here's a quote from WhiteHouse.gov. "In order to pass legislation and send it to the President for his signature, both the house and the Senate must pass the same bill by majority vote. If the president vetoes a bill, they may override his veto by passing the bill again in each chamber with at least two-thirds of each body voting in favor."

Oh yeah and also the Pres can even have his personal appointments denied by Congress. What's that? The President is kind of a useless figurehead? "Many of the duties as head of state are ceremonial and convey no real power." - Wikipedia.

One of the main jobs of the President is to plan the country's budget. However, even when he does that, Congress can just be like "naw man you're dumb," and throw out his budget.


The President does have executive power, however. If he wants to, he can just be like "bam, I made this law up out of thin air and there's nothing you can do about it." That's fine and dandy, I guess, as long as you want a dictator.

What I'm getting at here is why should we even have a president? People will try to tell you that we need all three branches of government to have "checks and balances" and to make sure that no one branch gets out of control. We could accomplish the same thing with two branches. The President can stonewall a perfectly good bill so it doesn't become a law just because he doesn't like it. That's not balanced at all, in my opinion.

So I'd like some honest feedback here. And I mean real feedback. Not the typical "no... just no," that I get when I put out some crazy idea. Yeah Matt, I'm talking about you. And I still think that this country could get itself some help if it started up some factories. It'd be creating jobs, we'd be creating goods that we could export, we could use renewable energy to run them. But no. You never listen.

What's in a name?

This just in: a man named "Beezow Doo-Doo Zopittybop-Bop-Bop" has been arrested for assorted drug and firearm charges.

(and yes, this is his picture.)

In other news, a Wisconson man legally had his name changed to Beezow Doo-Doo Zopittybop-Bop-Bop.

This reminds me of a book I got once, called "The Duh Awards." It's essentially a compilation of Darwin Awards, except instead of dying at the end they usually just get arrested or looked down upon by society as a freak. For instance: (Runner-up for The Adam and Eve Memorial Disappearing Fig Leag: Recognizing talented innovations in nudity) "Runner-up: The President. When Theodore Roosevelt was president, he liked to swim naked in the middle of winter to get the day started--and pressured lobbyists and other politicians into joining him."

What a freaky man.

Sometimes...

Sometimes I feel like I can't make fun of politics because it'd be too easy.

Sometimes I feel like if llamas controlled everything, the world would be a better place.

Sometimes I get the feeling that women have a strange complex within themselves that force them to go after dudes who are obviously a lollapalooza of suck-fest-ness.

Sometimes at night I think something, then stop myself and say "no, that's retarded."

Sometimes I watch movies with subtitles in different languages.

Sometimes, when I hear "wish upon a star," I like to imagine some little alien wishing upon Earth from someplace far away.

Sometimes, when I go to social events and I notice people sitting off by themselves, reading or texting, I make fun of them, even though I'm sitting off alone making fun of people.

Sometimes I make random noises.

Sometimes I listen to Christmas music in the Summer.

Sometimes I intentionally put myself in a bad mood for no good reason.

Sometimes when I'm bored I talk to myself.

Sometimes when I'm walking around I skip just to weird people out.

Sometimes I make random lists about stuff.

Sometimes I feel inspired to do something, but waste it on some worthless piece of turd idea.

Sometimes I'm overly suspicious about other people's motives.

Sometimes I try to imagine what it'd be like if I wasn't alive, but it just hurts my brain, because if I wasn't alive I couldn't be thinking about being alive because I wouldn't know what being alive was like, and then *blam brain-a-splode*.

Sometimes when I concentrate I make funny faces.

Sometimes when I'm hyper I get shifty eyes.

Sometimes I can type like, 100 words a minute.

Sometimes I get fed up with the rules of society, which makes me want to study them so I can learn about how much they suck, just to justify my hating them.

Sometimes I'll spend up to an hour on Wikipedia clicking link after link learning as much as I can.

Sometimes I think it'd be fun to do something illegal.

Sometimes when people analyze everything I do it makes me hate them.

Sometimes all I feel like I need to be happy in this world is a good hug.
Sometimes I rhyme just because I can.