welcome to the LogBlog. My own comment on whatever I want to comment on. Call it my "commentary". I should update this more often than I update the other sections of the site. Should being the keyword here.
This morning, Hunter S. Thompson died.
A lot of people on my side of the fence are cheering this. Just another dead hippie. Just another dead liberal. We can all sleep a little sounder tonight with one less commie sitting in our backyard...
Personally, I'm not sure what to think about the death of "Dr. Gonzo". I've not read any of his stuff, at least not yet...I plan to sometime. I just remember watching the movie "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas". I think he's influenced me though, just through that movie...or maybe I've always thought and wrote like this. Either way... I could see something behind the drug addled imagery and the sheer insanity. Sometimes you'd actually hear something intelligent come through, something introspective that wether you agreed with it or not, you could tell it was a real thought.
Plus, I figure anyone that likes shooting stuff that much can't be too much of a hippie. He's like Ted Nugent in that area...
But he's dead now, so yeah.
What else is there to say about this world? Oh yeah, February sucks. Between arguing with my girlfriend and hitting a tractor trailer head on...yeah. Anyone reading this has probably heard me whine about random things like this all month. Probably tired of it by now. Hell, I am...
I am worth $2,077,578.00 on HumanForSale.com
I guess I'm fairly valuable, eh? Bah, adding on-line quiz results is a sign of weakness in my writing... Hmm...
I've been listening to an old artist named Nick Cave. There's something comforting in depraved, psychotic, but utterly beautiful music. It's like songs from a graveyard. Why couldn't the Goth movement have kept this intelligence? I'd consider becoming one if they were all half as deep as Cave. As it stands though, they're mostly whiny morons who are just on another fad. Jumping fads is easy, have some balls and stick with it long enough to understand why you are doing what you are doing. Then you get credit.
Who am I?
Why should I tell you? Figure it out for yourself.
Maybe it's just me getting older or maybe people are getting dumber. I feel like the crotchety old man whenever I look at pop culture anymore. I sit back on the cusp of generations. I'm not old enough to be in Generation X, but I'm too old to be in Generation Y. At least I think I'm too intelligent. Arrogant prick, aren't I?
I see kids today running around without a care in the world, but stressed beyond what their little minds can take. The world's going to be ruled by medications, wondering how people made this country of ours. They'll know nothing of morals or family. I read somewhere that the majority of school aged kids, maybe some highschoolers too, think that Freedom of Speech only applies to what the government approves. You'd think a nice conservative boy like me would agree wholeheartedly..."Shut those liberals up, they're ruining everything." I guess this all fits in with my view on the Patriot Act. Another little goody that we let ourselves hang around our necks. I suppose it's a matter of the Golden Rule coming up. "Do unto others as you would have done unto you." I like my freedom, I like being able to say what's on my mind. I like being able to be free. I want to be able to do that even when the people I support aren't in power. It'll come around one day when the presidency goes to a Democrat or something like that. I'd like to still be able to say what I want....to live as I will. I will disagree with people, but I will never claim they're not entitled to the right to believe in what they want. We're made with Free-Will. This doesn't mean I won't try to convince people to see the error of their ways sometimes. Keeping silent would be like watching your friend drive towards a cliff and say "Hey, you're doing great...just keep at it."
Both sides try to silence the other. If you're right, the truth should eventually be shown? But then again...who listens to the truth anymore? We're people of rumor and fear.
America is the Rome of this age.
We stand as the pinnacle of the world's power and wealth. We are ultimately arrogant of our own superiority to all other countries. I won't disagree, we are the biggest and baddest country on the planet. That's more fact than arrogance, I think.
I watched a show on the Fall of Rome a while back and they showed how the "barbarian" tribes didn't want to get rid of Rome as much as they wanted to BE Rome. They wanted the riches of Rome, the glory, the power...everything a people could want in a country. Look around the world today...McDonald's is more effective than the United Nations. MTV is the ambassador of our culture. The Internet is how we keep holding all the cards. I think the majority of the world wants what just about every American has. A nice place to live, no worry about what to eat, a good job...TV...computers...technology of all shapes and sizes. We should try selling it as part of our "Freedom Value Package". Act now while supplies last.
With how the European Union's shaping up, I think everyone should take a big breath as we head for the plunge. It's only fair, Rome wants to be in charge again.
I feel cynical...pessimistic...but I don't think I am. I know what I have and I'm glad to have it. I got a job that puts a few coins in my pocket. I got a roof over my head and food in my belly. I got friends who are as close as family to me. I have a beautiful girlfriend. I have the technology. On most days I can still sleep till 9 in the morning and call it an early start. I'm working on a college education. Life's pretty good.
I ain't dead or dying and I ain't a vegetable.
One day, maybe I'll get myself a family of my own. I don't know many guys that look forward to that like I do. Most are just out to screw whatever they can and keep moving on like someone's keeping score somewhere. I'd like to think quality (and I'm not talking about banging a "Perfect 10 Supermodel") outweighs quantity. It's the quality of your relationships and friendships that really counts in the end. It's what you get and give. It's how you live, not how long.
Cliche?
Maybe...but true. Truer that most of what you hear anymore.
This is a long entry, but my mind keeps flowing. Who am I writing this for? Is this for me or do I have an audience? Is this just one man's vain gaspings to God?
If so Hallelujah....Halleluyeshua.
Adoni, Abbas...stand with this poor soul as he walks this Earth trying to do Your will...help him when he falters...strengthen him when he feels weak...
Amen...Amen...
Until Then,
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