Ask a stupid question...

I think my points are usually good ones. I try not to ask stupid questions, because there is such a thing in my opinion. If you don't at least try to answer your question before you inquire about it to someone else then you are being not only stupid but lazy too. As I have begun to explore my abilities to convey my thoughts through writing there has been a strange pattern that has emerged.....the lack of replies.
Sometimes I think the absence of any answer to my points or questions is because the person or persons they are directed to think I am angry, most times this is not the case. Why my opinion comes across as angry I do not know. I am opinionated and firm in belief because I give everything so much thought before I lay claim to it. Other times I think the lack of opposing opinion is because the other party dismisses my input as unworthy of a response because I am not popular enough, or do not have enough of the right friends in certain places. Why even bother to waste time replying to someone who doesn't matter, right? But regardless of the reasons, very often my questions go unanswered and sometimes never even acknowledged.
Usually this does not continue to be the case, over time I somehow become important enough to rate an answer to my inquiry. Not only do I suffer unanswered questions, there is the comment killing abilities I posses too. Many times I have posted a comment on a thread and there will be no more comments after that point, not always of course but too many times an active thread has been killed by me.
Moving on so as to support my theory...I get very very little hate mail or mail posing a differing opinion from my own. I consider myself open to intelligent opinions, even those different from my own if they are well formed and thought out. I will admit to having made a rather large spectacle of a considerable number of people (all of whom had it coming to them of course) and have posted my opinion loud and clear about the actions of others but the number of people who have any to say about it is almost non-existent. The only people who do try and debate seem to be the type who are too stupid to realize when they contradict themselves or know when it has been proved beyond any reasonable doubt that they are incorrect about their facts.
I have considered that the patterns I mention here could be a product of my own imagination, but it is to the point now where it has happened too many times for that. I post yet another question and cross my fingers, hoping for an answer.....Why are these things happening?

Paranormal Rules

Why the paranormal likes to isolate it's self and act as if the rules of the world or the issues other interest groups have are different from its own, I do not know. I think maybe because all the stories and claims made never have to follow any rules. If you want to say gravity creates a door to the spirit world then you can do so and no one is allowed to say bullshit because if they do then they are a big bad skeptic, close minded or mean. Or it could be you just are not "special enough" to comprehend the possibilities. Like the telephone to the dead where you have to believe in it for it to work it's like a little portable Disney ride but you only get to feel the effects if you believe enough. Well if it were only that simple. I would love to be able to effect what occurs to me by simple belief and since when do we get to choose whether we have certain abilities? Shouldn't a person be able to turn themselves into a stick of butter if they believe enough? A closed mind does not prevent information from entering and if you are a reasonable person then you will process that information in just such a manner. I don't believe in the box talking to me, not because I don't want it to work. I have listened to the box and I have listened to the stories of others and I have looked into the other possible reasons for the effect people get from the box. The mind making what it can from random patterns makes the most sense and the mind does much like the believers say the box does, it uses the information it has available to create those patterns. Your mind can only use what you have provided for it. It cannot make its own information.

I am of the opinion much like I feel about orbs, if there is such a thing as entities which manifest themselves as orbs then that would be unfortunate because we know that many other things can create orbs in photos and even when we view something with our own eyes. This occurs so often that one would be justified when dismissing a person's claims to have captured a spirit which has taken the form of an orb. Yet people continue to present such things as proof and damned be the most common causes because the rules do not apply to them. Well we know that we cannot trust our brains this has been proven again and again by illusionists and scientists and skeptics. It seems that data, data that does not have a possibility of being corrupted by our fallible brains would be the best way to test the answers we get from things like the telephone to the dead. If we want to know what the box is saying then why couldn't we record the replies from the box and compare them to an actual human voice saying the same thing? Take a printout of a graph showing the response received from the box and use it to overlay a printout of an actual human saying the same thing couldn't we see where the mind may be filling the void to create an answer for us? If this has been done then I would very much like to see the results because they would provide another part of the puzzle and help guide towards a correct answer regarding the effects people get from the box. The claim people make the box told me something it could not know cannot be true if there is any possibility your brain could have corrupted the data. As much as our brains and computers are alike they have important differences the computer cannot add its own variables to the data it puts out. It cannot add an effect it experienced in a word processing program unless it is allowed to do so by its creator. Our brains do not work by the same rules if we are to assume we are the creators of our thoughts. The brain adds little bits as it sees fit and allows unconnected events and other unrelated information to affect its output.

Even the people who are involved in the paranormal have faith in the rules of science. So much faith they put their lives at risk should those rules somehow cease to apply in any way. They will tell you that a flaw in nature's laws allows the manifestation of ghosts in a certain location but if that same type of effect were to occur anywhere in their day to day lives then there would most likely be the most tragic of results. And why is it that the fractures in Mother Nature's game never seem to work the opposite way? Why is there not a flaw that allows us to travel into another realm? Some would say there is but I doubt they could show you where it is without disallowing those rules and laws we have been talking about here. You will never hear me say that all the claims made about paranormal events and experiences are lies but you will hear me put those claims to the same standards to which I have seen reliably prove themselves not only in my life but in the lives of countless others for generations.

That was quick?!

I was thinking of writing a story and I'll start it here if it's okay.Remember it is my story so you can read it but if it gets good enough to share please ask before you do so or just link to this page.None of the characters are real except for in my head and hopefully in yours when you read it so no one be thinking they are important enough to be featured although some of you may have contributed.I always liked King books (except for the tommyknockers god damn that thing was 500 pages too long at least!) and I'm not sure if I want to write a story all the way out thus the parts.I have no schedule either but will try to keep it moving. It will be several parts and I'm not sure what it is about but I know how it ends......i think.....
He had heard it a thousand times before, His father and mother at it again. You usually hear how one parent or the other is in the right, well that wasn't the case with his situation. As far as he was concerned both his parents were nuts. Dad was a pothead and a boozer, he always started out the life of the party laughing and joking and he was funny that was for sure. After a day or so of the party character his mask changed into someone no one would ever want to party with God what a complete asshole.That asshole was at this very moment in the front room jumping up and down to accent each syllable as he screamed his thoughts on how the word please was to be said when addressing him.His mother a semi-sweet lady who always came off as only half real to him,stood with her arms folded, face looking like she was bored,watching the asshole make his scene.When the asshole was finished she turned walked over to the coffee table, picked up a brass clock that had been her fathers and proceeded to throw the timepiece directly at asshole's .....well his head."You fuckin' alcoholic go smoke some more green you loser you can't even form a complete thought anymore much less a hard one, why I even put up with you is a fuckin' mystery the Lord himself could not solve!" Now his mother was not a drug user or an abuser of any type of narcotic she was a... well how to put it politely...she was a lunatic.God was the way. The lord would show the path.Jesus is lord. All that religious bull-shit that he never could understand. All that church ever meant to him was he was going to be bored to death for three hours and have to lip-sync for 30 minutes after that.Except that his mother didn't seem to think god had a problem with a person finding fault with everything and everyone at all times.Sure she would appear to be a sweet middle aged woman to those who weren't trapped in her lair, but it was all an act she was mean and crazy.Between the two he didn't stand a chance. He had to get out and today was the day to do it. He threw all his favorite clothes in a duffel bag,grabbed his i pod and cell phone and hoped out his bedroom window the way he had done a thousand times before only this time he would not be sneaking back in before the servant of God herself was waking him up to pray and eat toast. He knew where he was going.California where it was always warm and they welcomed the runaways.Where you lived on the streets like it was a party at a friends house whose parents were never coming home.That was how it was until you got famous.He knew He was destined to be known for something he could just feel it what it was he didn't know yet, no real talent had made itself clear.That was only because of his loser parents they were keeping him from realizing his destiny. Well not anymore.He walked to the Quick-Stop, spent $6.79 on a pack of smokes and a couple candy bars and headed for Highway 80 WEST yea 'go west young man' he whispered with a grin.Thumb out walking backwards a black Ford pickup stopped to give a ride to a stranger. Only 20 minutes and he had a ride already yea this was his destiny all right.The guy motioned for him to get in the cab.Cool a warm ride too. Once inside the man peeled off back onto the road.'What's your name?' the man asked."Jeorge, what's yours, and thanks for the ride." "I'm Night, or Zack witch ever you prefer and your very welcome Jeorge" The man seemed familiar for some reason, did he know him? Nah just tired.They drove for about 30 minutes and Jeorge began to doze off the cab of the truck was so warm and he felt drained from the drama at home.He drifted off to sleep.
Eyes snapped open. What! Who!? Jeorge felt a pressure around his neck.The pain was terrible. The weight of a grown man held him so that he could not move or breathe. No wait he was being strangled, he could make out Night's face, a slight smile formed by his lips."This is not funny" Jeorge thought "why is he smiling?" Then he could hear someone speaking it was a whisper and a scream at the same time."Go on, fight it! Keep fighting, that's it."He could see Night's lips forming the words the grin unchanging and his eyes like lit up glass marbles. As Jeorge saw his vision fade and he fought to take another breath he wondered what was so funny then he realized what he would be known for and it was not the way he had planned....not at all...Suddenly there was a white flash. Suzan had been looking forward to making this dinner all week. "You would burn water" he said. She would show him......
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Suzan had been looking forward to making this dinner all week. "You would burn water" he said. She would show him......Hey! It was right here in this spot she had met him.He had been standing in front of the onions cussing at them.It looked like he was giving them a coach's rant before the big game."Which one of you is ready to be my dinner you little bastards?! You? Your just a scrawny little shit, you will never do. How about you fat-ass?Oh yes you'll do just fine now get in the fucking basket!" She had burst out laughing so hard she thought she may have even pee'd her pants a little.He turned quickly and looked at her with those wonderful eyes.Even his hard stare could not diminish the way she melted under his gaze.Love at first sight, she giggled a little at the thought, yes love at first sight.They kept each other company through the rest of their food shopping excursion.He had made the most wonderful chicken dish that night,what was it called? Something French, she remembered the way he had held her after dinner, it was as if they had known each other for years.That was three months ago. She had been promising to cook for him but some issue at her work or his had always seemed to kill their plans.Not tonight. Tonight was the night for sure, oh yes the night for more than just dinner.She couldn't wait. It was going to be perfect! She carried the bags of food upstairs and put them on her counter top.Filled a pot with water and set it to boil.She could not believe how happy she was.Not just because of dinner but all the time.Just thinking of him brought a smile to her face.She went in and changed clothes and put the pasta into the boiling water.Knock knock.That couldn't be him already! Oh he must have gotten off early like he had said.She rushed to the door and swung it open to give him a nice wet kiss. A hand reached up and covered her face pushing her back into the apartment.She had gotten a glimpse of him, who was he?The answer was right there but she couldn't quite grab it, so familiar who..she felt a jolt to her head and she lost her balance falling to the floor.She was face down and there was a terrible weight on her back, she could not get her breath.The intruder spoke, the voice was like a child's whisper being played at 120 decibels,"Scream, Scream you bitch, DO IT! scream or I'll rape you too." She thought she must be dreaming.Scream? His fist hit her in the back of her head, knocking her face into the hardwood floor and three of her teeth went bouncing across the floor like they were little white rubber balls.Her screams were not out of thought,they were out of terror she felt a sharp sting in her back then another.Oh my god, he was stabbing her! The stinging wounds that spread across her back were accompanied by what sounded like ripping paper.She thought as she screamed 'the pasta it is going to burn, he was right.' As she fought to stay conscious through the horrible pain her last thought was that she had never got the chance to be with him and as her heart broke it also stopped.A bright flash. God he hated driving in this fucking traffic."Everyone of these cars is being driven by a complete fucking moron, I wish I had a gun." he said to no one.Slamming his foot down on the gas hard he cut in front of the black pickup that had been driving in his blind spot for a mile now."Fuck you asshole!" He said as he cut across, missing the trucks bumper by inches."Ha ha jerk off what cha gonna do now shit head?" He laughed and took a quick look at his handsome face in the rear view mirror.SLAM! his car jerked forward as the truck hit him with what seemed impossible force."What the fuck? Oh you are dead!" he screamed. He looked at the driver in the rear view. Hey! he knew that guy! It was..
to be continued....

Hey he knew that guy! It was the feltcher he'd seen at the coffee shop earlier that morning. He had caught that dude checking him out, fucking faggot. He was gonna tear that mother fucker to shreds. He slammed on the brakes and the pickup hit him again. He was going to jump out and rush the guy but the second impact was so hard that he was disoriented for a couple of seconds. he reached for the handle but missed because his car door was opening already." How the fuck could anyone move that fast?" he thought. A hand grabbed him by the throat and lifted him out of the seat. "Hello asshole, my name is Night. What's yours?He thought to himself "This has got to be a dream, I don't get my ass kicked, I kick-ass. I just gotta wake up from this fucked up dream.""I SAID WHAT'S YOUR NAME FUCKER!" The hand around his throat tightened, "just a fucked up dream he thought again, wake up,wake up dumbass. He could only mouth the word "Doug" there was not enough air in him to actually make a sound. "Dung? Well I was going to do this later Dung but you seem to like things to be done when you want them done, so be it." The voice how did he make it do that? It was like the voice was in his own head and it was so fucking loud! No more Italian food before bed this was the worst nightmare ever! A brief glint of steel and a sound like someone hitting a home-run. CRACK! Doug felt himself falling and then hitting the road he opened his eyes and thought he could see those little lane markers, they were white though, these were red,wait...blood... his eyes were clouded by blood. Doug thought "That's it nobody beats the hell outta me without knowing they were in a fight. He tried to get up ,nothing happened, He couldn't move! His eyes looked up and he saw that motherfucker, a crescent wrench in his hand and no expression on his face. He moved towards Doug quickly. Then another home run. CRACK! And another.CRACK! Doug could feel each blow. Jesus the pain! how could anything hurt so fucking bad? Among the sound of car horns, screams and yelling, Doug could hear his own voice just a dream,CRACK! just a dream,CRACK! Beat up by a faggot and never even got a punch in, that was the last thought Doug had as he felt his skull cave in.A white flash. He couldn't wait to see the ocean. He loved the trips they took on weekends.It was fun to be with his mom and dad at the same time.

He couldn't wait to see the ocean. He loved trips they took on weekends it was fun to be with his mom and dad at the same time. During the week Mom and Dad worked a lot and they did not get the opportunity to spend much time all together. As the car came over a rise he heard his father say "Well there it is." Donnie sat up in his seat and looked out the window. WoW! It was awesome! He could see the waves crashing on the sand. He couldn't wait to start collecting shells. They drove about another mile and his Dad pulled the car into an almost empty lot. "We're here" said his mother "Donnie, you grab the blanket and the towels, I'll grab the cooler." "And I, will grab the umbrella and that damned chair!" said his father. "Let's go, we gotta scout good locations!" They followed a path towards the crashing waves his dad skipping and acting silly the whole way as Donnie and his mom looked at each other and laughed. They found a spot near some rocks."I proclaim this claim to be claimed!" His father announced to the seagulls, and they shrieked back at him their understanding it seemed. Donnie could feel the warm sand through his sandals. He spread the blanket out on the sand. His mom open the cooler handed him a soda and said "Here, I know you want to go look for shells right away, take this with you and remember what we talked about those waves can be very dangerous". "Cool! I'll be careful.Promise. When is lunch?"Donnie asked. "Soon, you have about half an hour"mom responded. Donnie looked over at his dad, he was struggling with a beach chair cussing at it softly. "Do you want to come with me dad?" His dad looked up from the chair he had been damning and smiled "After lunch kiddo, then I will show you some of my famous shell gathering techniques! Known throughout the world! The WORLD I say!" Laughing Donnie, soda in hand, grabbed his bucket and headed towards the crashing waves. "This was awesome, the real ocean not some cheesy lagoon, the real ocean." He thought. As he walked just out of the reach of the water that raced up the shore with each swell, a dog suddenly appeared in front of him. "Oh, hi dog" he said. A man came walking after the dog. "Jaz, come here boy." said the man."Cool dog" Donnie told the man."Thanks, cool shells" the man said glancing into Donnie's bucket."You out here all by yourself?" Donnie felt scared for just a second but as soon as he felt it the feeling passed.This guy didn't seem dangerous, in fact he seemed familiar for some reason."No my mom and dad are just around those rocks." Oh, okay" the man said "just checking, it could be dangerous for a kid to be out here alone.I will leave you to your hunting good sir, be careful of the waves though, they can pull you out into the ocean before you know it." "Yea, my mom already warned me" Donnie replied."You have a very good mother then. See ya"and with that the man and his dog continued on down the shoreline.Donnie walked on sipping at his soda and picking up random shells that he found to his liking.His stomach growled. Lunch, it has been a half an hour for sure by now, probably more, hope mom isn't worried.He started back towards the ridge of rocks where he knew sandwiches and potato salad were awaiting his arrival.As he came up on the familiar umbrella, beach chair,and blanket he could see his dad was still in his chair lounging but where was his mom?As he got closer something did not seem right.Why was his dad sleeping like that?It looked as if he was about to fall from his chair.As he got closer still a cold chill came over him, his dad,eyes looking towards the azure sky were lifeless, his throat cut open from one side to the other,drops of blood still falling onto the warm sand forming a lagoon under the damned beach chair.Donnie could not speak, it was as if his brain had been too overwhelmed and locked up.After a moment he thought "MOM!" Where was his mom?! He went quickly up the path towards the car.Past a pink sandal without even noticing it, starting to run now.... There it was, the car! And there she was, his mother, lying next to the drivers side door face down.The ground, how is she doing that? The ground is so hot it must be burning her face.As he came up on her body he could see another lagoon had formed under her just like dad.No! NO! NONOOOO! no, this can't be happening...it can't....he turned his mothers body over, she was not staring at the sky something had destroyed the spot where her eyes had been. All he could see was a mouth open as if to scream and a nose that seemed to bend at a strange angle.no no..no..no..no..no..no over and over his sorrow so deep,his loss so complete that his mind could not handle the events that had been presented to it. Donnie hardly heard the voice, like a screaming child's whisper "Thanks for the info kid, as a reward this will go quick" And he hardly felt the hand grab his hair at the top of his head and pull straight up. With one left to right motion the number of throats cut on the beach that day rose to two.As the blood pumped from the wound, the seagulls continued their annoying shrieking, and his body hit the ground next to what had once been his mom,the pain brought about by the knife was nothing compared to the pain of losing his mom and dad and it continued no..noo..no..no no..no until the spark that was Donnie was all gone.A white flash.
They had him.That fucking wacko. 'I hope he resists arrest' Officer Guy Sadleson thought as he looked at the apartment.That sick fuck.He watched as his partner Tom slowly inched his way past the black pickup with the front bumper half falling off and the grill totally missing.Stupid son of a bitch. Who the hell kills a guy in the middle of the freeway during rush hour traffic? It had been a week since the murder and they had thought maybe the killer would get away."At least they had found him before he could do it again" Guy thought...incorrectly. A lesson would be taught today though, don't fuck with the police.God, he loved being a cop, the power, that had to be the best part, he loved the power.If he could just get his wife off his back about how dangerous it was.Maybe she would quit being so dramatic after she had the baby, man he hoped so.The call came over the radio, everyone was in position.Suddenly a figure came through the apartment door, it was him! "Hey pigs you found me! SO THE FUCK WHAT? Which one of ya is gonna slap the cuffs on? COME ON BITCHES I AIN"T GOT ALL FUCKING DAY I GOTTA GET ME A PUBLIC DEFENDER AND A CELL BEFORE ALL THE GOOD ONES ARE TAKEN! HA HA HA!" "That fuckin' murdering bastard!" Guy thought and stood up without even thinking, his rage overtaking his training. Before anyone could even blink, a hand came up and fired a shot.Officer Guy Sadleson thought "My kid, i'll never get to meet him"and heard "Night one, pigs zero. Ha Ha Ha!" before the bullet bounced around in his head long enough to put him on the list of officers lost in the line of duty." A white flash.
This fuckin cell was small enough.Now they put a fuckin cop killing gimp in here with him too?Great, just fucking great. At least the guy didn't say much.Probably in too much pain The dude must look like swiss cheese under all those bandages."That's what happens when you shoot at cops and laugh, dumbass" Rich thought as he lay staring out of his cell watching his life go past him.He began to whistle."DON'T WHISTLE" said dumbass from the other bunk."FUCK YOU!" Rich spat back.
As soon as he said it he had a feeling maybe a lapse in good judgment had occurred...
to be continued..


Before Rich could get the next thought formed the dumb ass was upon him. Rich heard the dumb ass make a giggling sound,and felt a hand grab him by the back of his head.'It's like riding a roller coaster' he thought as he was picked up and brought down the weightless feeling turning into a torrent of pain as his head was smashed into the bowl of the metal toilet, blood piss and teeth were now the soup of the day in Rich's cell.Mixed with the pain Rich thought ' finally this fuckin' bullshit life is gonna be over' Each time Night smashed Rich's head into the bowl a loud 'RING' echoed through the hallways of the institution like the death knoll for jailbirds.By the time the guards reached the cell Rich's face resembled something that would be put on the coals at a weekend bar-b-cue.Three guards wrestled Night down, while a forth went to Rich. The guard vomited on Rich as he checked to see if there was a pulse.The last thing Rich thought was 'heaven smells like puke.' and the last thing anyone heard from Rich 'the ripster' Coal was a low whistle as his last breath passed through the jagged pieces of teeth still left in what vaguely resembled a mouth.A white flash.
Night opened his eyes "Fuck, still here" he thought as he looked at the metal door with the over sized mail slot in it.Those fuckers.I should haven't let that little puss on the freeway fuck up my plans.FUCK! What is the plan today? SIT HERE LIKE A FUCKIN VICTIM! god damn it it was the one thing he could not stand to be, a victim, weak. A sound of keys and his cell opened Night tried to get up, the restraints made it difficult.'Hello my son, How are you?' the entering figure asked. "I told you to get fucked, pawn of god." Night said in a loud whisper.'why does my voice sound like that' he thought.' Musta gotten my throat smashed when they pulled me off the bird boy' The father was used to such talk and paid it no attention as he continued to speak"it is time for your request' the father said quietly"I ain't fuckin hungry I said! now go away... go beat off while you read your bible, pawn!" "you must eat my son" "Oh yea I must eat so they can make sure I'm nice and healthy for tonight.Fuck them and fuck you!' "you should be asking the lord to forgive you, and............" 'Shut the fuck up i said!' And with that Night raised himself up from the bed as hard and fast as he could.The whole bed rising off the floor for a brief moment .It was, however impressive enough to send the father running out of the cell whimpering like a little puppy.Night knew what was coming and he didn't like it. it was like a long fucking nightmare, I must be losing my mind he thought This has got to be a bad fucking dream, something they put in the food to fuck with me mentally.This can't really be happening, he had forgotten all about that kid hitchhiking, it had been so much like a normal part of his being.The killing was much like breathing to him. How many more? No, fuck that, this was not happening! As the last day of Nights life went on he thought of the life he had led, abused they had said, anyone like him must have been abused, by a relative, sexually.Yea right,that wasn't it , he just liked killing there was no feeling like it, it was the only thing that made him feel anything. He never had much liked people he wasn't like them, he was different, better. They were only around for his use anyway.As the day ended he heard the guards coming down the long hallway.No not again he felt a horrible feeling swelling inside him soon it would begin again.The sound of a judge reading names came into his head, it had taken 30 minutes at least how many names could be read in 30 minutes?"And that's not all of them is it?"A screaming whisper said." Shut up!"Night scream-whispered back. The guards went through the routine. He felt he had been through it before but this time he heard himself start to wimper. Don't do it. Don't do it. He could not help himself he was starting to cry like a baby it was the worst feeling he had ever known, he was a victim and it was going to begin again. With who this time? He couldn't remember. How many names? He heard a chorus of voices like the screaming whispers of a hundred people.No! Not again! As he was wheeled to the room with the artificial white light he saw the faces of his victims relatives staring at him.They barely registered. His head was filled with the screaming whispers now.He knew what was coming, and it was not good. A man in a uniform said some words that were drowned out by whispers and a nurse swabbed his arm. Here we go again please let it end this time. Please! A needle entered his arm, someone in the observers area started clapping, and everything went dark. As soon as the light went out a flash of white and then what color? No color, it was not dark or light but it was very cold and then something filled his thoughts, it was not a voice it was more of a feeling, the feeling of being so very cold and alone, of being a victim, the feeling spoke to him without words."Well Night the next journey begins..... how are you liking it so far? Do you remember how the journey goes? Unfortunately.....for you........ it will become easier to remember the journey before as each passes.... I suspect you are not......feeling well...also...unfortunate.... for you since you aren't even close to dead yet..oh yes your heart has stopped......but your brain .....has not yet .... isn't it strange how the passage of time can change..... by the time you are dead you will have lived the last moments of all your victims so many times no man could ever count them. Now which victim do we add to the journey this time? Oh yes, Tom. But what is a name to you?" Night tried to speak but the horror and cold pain he felt were too great."Oh trying to speak how.....earthly..... of you. I can hear you........ there is no use for words here......you wonder what it is that punishes you..... I am what is......Love ..hate... fear... happiness...sadness all the things that make you what you truley are......I am all.....I suspect the answer does not comfort you as it does some....that...is a circumstance of your own making......now continue your journey...a journey you created...we will meet again....many,many times and then when it is done your path will be chosen by me....again very likely to be unfortunate for you....off you go.......Night had enough time to feel the cold give way to plain fear and a white flash.He was in line at the grocery store, what the hell? why didn't they open another lane! Didn't they know there was a naked girl waiting in his bed!? A man came in the front entrance he looked distant and vaguely familiar, suddenly the man turned and came straight at him. As the man came closer he pulled a knife from his waste band. Before Tom could move or even think to, the man had plunged the knife into his chest, he could not take a breath it felt like a hot poker had been stuck into him a vision of the beautiful woman who was waiting for him at home the last thought he had before his heart gave in to the metal that had plunged through it. A white flash........the journey had begun again.A reporter stands out side the state prison surrounded by people with signs and banners shouting and pushing each other."We now have official word. Zack 'Night' Peterson was pronounced dead at 12:08 am. Peterson was convicted 12 years ago of multiple murders.A Police spokesman told us earlier they will never know exactly how many fell victim to Peterson's sick need to kill. Let's get some reaction to the execution from some of the people here.Yes, what are your feelings on Peterson's execution tonight?" An overwieght bald man yelled into the reporter's mike"THAT SON OF A BITCH SHOULDA GOT WAY WORSE IF YOU ASK ME! THAT LETHAL INJECTION IS TOO FUCKING QUICK!" A loud roar of approval mixed with boos came form the crowd... a white flash......

Obama Apple Seed

I won't claim to be a political guru. I am smart enough to know what I don't know much about. I don't have time to listen to all the information on all the issues. Part of me thinks the government makes sure they keep us busy in order to assure we don't have time to pay too much attention. If we were to have too much time on our hands and start learning exactly how inept, greedy and stupid or leadership was we would also have time to protest about it.The way it is now even if we get good and pissed who has time to even write a letter much less attend any type of demonstration?
Despite my ignorance on some of the workings of the political system I have observed some things. One of those things is that when a person is running for the position of president they say things, make promises and have lofty goals. If it is a run for second term the promises are usually a bit more subdued there is a reason for that I think. When someone is running for the office the first time no matter how old and wise they are, they are ignorant. There really is no way they could know what they can achieve while in office because they don't know what is in store for them. I have always accepted this fact and taken any political promises for what they are worth....luck. My dad has always said "the president has very little power" I agree with that mostly. The president has selective power, there are times and issues in which the president is the most powerful person you can find find involved. Then there are times when he is nothing more than a bouncer, allowing certain people into the party and keeping others outside and when the party goers start getting rowdy he can advise them to chill or get their asses kicked out. It seems the current commander and chief is getting a thumbs down from a lot of people these days.He is accused of not following through on promises, making an about face on others and not even trying to address some issues at all.
I think maybe some of these people are not taking into account the presidents ignorance before taking office. Another reason for the presidents lack of desired results could be because he had faith. He had faith that the people who he had to deal with on these issues were people who had some common sense, he was mistaken. Many of the people who must co-operate on the change we would like to see happen, are stupid. Many have their own agenda and change does not help them move towards their own desired result.Some are stuck in the old ways of doing things and nothing can make them do it different. In your daily dealings with people you come across people who do things in the slowest way possible, right? You come across people who couldn't figure out how to assemble a sandwich, right? You come across people who wouldn't do things different if you cut of both arms and a leg, am I right about that? Well those are the same kind of people we are talking about. I have said this before THE SAME PEOPLE YOU DEAL WITH IN YOUR LIFE EXIST EVERYWHERE. They look different, dress different and even speak a different language maybe but the same types of people are everywhere. There is not a special type of attitude that people who work in government have, that is just people's incorrect perception. Trying to force this perception into being reality is another part of the problem.
The other thing that bothers me a lot is the lack of patience. Who in their right mind thinks that YEARS of our country being run into the ground can be reversed at a snap of the fingers? What takes years to tear down, will take that many years, at least, to repair in most cases. What I have seen is a definitive change in direction. Even on issues that have not been effected at all, there has been positive dialog started. Sometimes all you can do is plant a seed and wait for it to grow into responsible and progressive change. Obama has been planting seeds like crazy. He has said things that you would never imagine coming out of the mouth of a president. Even if those statements do not result in a instant result, the seed has been planted.
Is Obama perfect? Um, no he isn't he is still a politician but then again who is being realistic to expect him to be ideal? I mean after all the presidents we have had leading our country shouldn't we be a bit more intelligent in what we expect? It seems foolish to complain about the exact same types of things that have been said of every previous president, and then act as though we have been betrayed.I don't think we have been betrayed by anything but our own unreasonable expectations in most cases. It is true, you reap what you sow but you don't plant corn on a Wednesday and eat it on Friday. It takes some responsible actions to care for your crops first, like getting rid of those pesky republicans....I mean weeds.

Endangered Psychics

Listening to a radio program today I learned something that was scary and yet at the same time it gave me hope. A doctor, one who studies brains and behavior, made a statement that was incredible but is most likely true. Unlike the kind of crap we hear from people like Chip Coffee, Sylvia brown, Chris Moon and a million others. This information is based on reality.
The doctor said in about 5 years we will be able to read a persons thoughts.
That's right, in 5 or so years there will be a machine that can tell if your thinking "that guy is a total asshole" or "damn! That chick is so hot I'd like to take her and...." Ok well you get my point right?
For those of you who are to simple to figure out what this means, it means trouble. It will be the end of people's thoughts belonging to them and only shared if they wish it so. It is also an end to lies, which would be a good thing but I am not sure about the cost or the effect of such a thing.
Even though lies can cause great harm they are part of what we are, one of the things we are able to make a choice about and those choices whichever way we choose, make us who we are.
There is also one other result of such a device as the one I am now telling you about......NO MORE PSYCHICS! Well no more fake ones anyway and if the fakes were to all suddenly be put out of business then I think it would be safe to say very few would be left . Any psychics that were left would have to be accredited by a governing body who would issue a test to see how credible the psychic was.
People like Chris Moon could prove that at least they believed their own bullshit, something I doubt will happen, no one is that F 'in lame, not even Mr Moonatic. He knows he is full of shit and now his days of telling stupid stories are numbered.
Oh yes the ones who should be tested will try to wiggle out from under it, but they will only be putting off the inevitable.
Yep the day is comin so Chip and the rest of you fakes may want to think about some retraining and Chris you can get ready to finally have a real job!! Isn't that exciting? And Sylvia, you can just go chew your cud.
Oh and all of you people out there telling lies about paranormal events.....well you may want to start thinkin about backpedaling on those stories now so you can beat the rush.
Talk about a exciting new tool for the paranormal field, screw that stupid damn box, THIS THING TELLS THE TRUTH!
Chris if you wanna try to find a way to cash in on that , be my गेस्ट.
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Record Companies SUCK

Well Metallica's James Hetfield and Lars Ulrich must feel pretty good today. A jury found against a single mother of 4 in a music file sharing case and fined her 1.92 million dollars. First, what judge is going to let this type of fine stick, second what 'jury of your peers' would impose a fine so high that it couldn't possibly be paid off? What are they going to do just have the lady work as a slave for the record companies for the rest of her life? Third, how can the record companies possibly justify $80,000 per song being lost? And who the fuck do the record companies think they are anyway? Those greedy pigs have been ripping people off since the day they were started. Does anyone know how much they gouged us on CDs,ticket prices and merchandising for years. The amount made by those talented enough AND lucky enough to become stars has always sickened me anyways. How can anyone who really considers about others justify spending $10,000 on a dress, or $5000 on balloons at their kids birthday party? How many would that $10,000 dress put in shoes without holes? And what could that $5000 in balloons do if it was put to a scholarship for a smart child whose family can't afford college? Oprah made around 285 million this year, what is she going to do with that money? I would love to hear more stories about overpaid people saying "Shit I have enough to live the rest of my life comfortable so I will be giving the rest to people who need and deserve a break"
Getting back to the subject,it almost seems that the victim of the record companies wrath got a jury of morons who thought it could get them some attention if they screwed this lady over.
The record companies want to scream "Thief!! Thief!!" every time someone shares a song and then act as if they are some type of branch of government. The fact is they are paying the price for being stupid.They were slow to offer their product to the public in a way that meshed with technology advances. They assumed that people would continue to allow themselves to be ripped off and that they could strong arm their way to and obedient customer base. i think that if the music industry goes under because of the sharing of information then we will be better off. The musicians who can put together more than 2 good songs and 8 more that sound like a bunch of tone- def monkeys wrote them will be successful, people will support them. The musicians who are nothing more than the result of hype and airbrushing paid for by record companies who rip off the people who keep em in business will be a thing of the past. there is a change coming and no one or thing will be able to stop it people will continue to share information at faster and faster rates. Many businesses will cease to exist because of it.Those that do continue to go on will be putting out a quality offering at a fair price in a way that is fast and easy for the public. Musicians will not make the millions and millions they have in the past. And the changes for TV and movies are coming too,and it's just as well I am getting sick of having to steal my cable, besides, there is no way I'm gonna be able to pay that $100,000,000 fine.

Bill O'Reilly ...Your a Dick

Bill O'Reilly doesn't like abortion, well if the world were a perfect place we wouldn't have this problem Bill, but it's not. So we get to argue about whether abortion is morally acceptable. The key is, and this key fits many arguments, how we go about that argument. What makes it possible for us to claim to be civil is the way we interact, the way we settle disputes, the way we are critical of each other, and the way we demonstrate the ability to empathize with others.
Bill isn't civilized, and he isn't very bright nor is he of any use as far as I am concerned. Bill went after a Dr Tiller, a man who performed abortions. Dr Tiller, as far as I can tell felt he was doing the right thing. he felt he was performing a needed service, not to protect rapists as Bill would have us believe but helping women. Dr Tiller was shot and killed at his church by a fucking idiot who thinks his way is the only way, a mindset supported if not bred by Mr Bill O'Reilly a cool 28 times on different shows, during his FOX broadcast.
Now I will tell you my position on abortion. It is none of my fucking business as a man to try and tell a pregnant woman what to do with her body. I can not even begin to imagine what it is like to be with child. The feelings are something unique, as men we should all realize that and leave this debate to women.The simple fact is NO ONE can draw that moral line clearly, there are always going to be questions as to whether what is being done is right and there will always be people on either side who can claim to be on the correct side of the debate and both sides can be right. Why is it we seem to be stuck in this mindset that there has to be a right and a wrong side to everything? yea there are instances when the wrong and the right are pretty clear cut. There are also times when perspective is all people have to back them up and that is going to have to be enough in some cases.
I wrote a letter to Bill O'Reilly, I'll post it below this blog.the letter was written before Bill's feelings on Dr Tiller's murder were aired. Now I am going to write another letter to Bill. Bill O'Reilly is a dick, there really is no other way to describe him in my opinion, well you could say he is a stupid asshole and that would also fit him quite well. He is unable to realize that his actions and words effect some people and to some of those people the TV is like god. they sit in front of it and it controls and guides them. They let it effect how they dress, speak, act towards others, eat, it even effects how they raise their kids. the people on TV are like the Greek gods, each controlling their own little moral section of these people's actions and beliefs. Bill has a great responsibility he needs to understand how he effects people.
Bill has blood on his hands and is no better than the very thing he accused others of being, he is a murderer the difference being Bill was not tearing into Dr Tiller's affairs because he thought he was helping anyone. If he really had wanted to help he would be adopting some of the children who have been abandoned by their birth parents or better yet since Bill doesn't seem to be role-model material, he should be talking up programs that will assist the children who are alive so that they can go to school. Bill should have helping to make people aware of the number of kids who are alive and being abused or have no health care.What about that Bill instead of preaching hate and intolerance?....you dick.

Dear Bill O'Reilly
Nice going Bill. Do you figure you saved some lives now that the doctor has been taken out of the picture? You are the Nazi, Bill. Plain and simple, you think your views are the only ones that matter. You never stop and consider there are many sides to almost every issue. Truth is subjective Bill. To believe otherwise is egotistical and stupid.
You are a murderer now Bill and yes it is just my opinion but my opinion counts just as much as yours. Go ahead and wiggle your way out from under the blame with rhetoric and place yourself in the role of denial. You went too far and you know it, I doubt you knew it while you were at it I will give you that but now you must realize your folly. Do the right thing now Bill and admit where you went wrong.Show people you really are sorry and then make amends for what you very likely helped along. While your at it try to realize you are not the end all be all. Others can have opposing views and still be right and extremists of any kind are dangerous to others. You are the perfect example of that. A man who honestly thought he was doing right was killed and your hands are bloody I am glad I am not you I would have serious trouble getting past such an event.

Walking the high-wire of belief

There are a group of people who think a lot like me. In my time dealing with paranormal people and groups and dealing with skeptical people and groups I kinda find myself caught in-between. I know that there are people in the paranormal camp who will believe in every outrageous claim that comes along and there are those who need some actual proof. The level of proof is where the line is drawn.
In the skeptical camp there are those who will reject any claims that are in anyway paranormal.And of course there are those who realize we can not explain everything because we do not know everything. The level of knowledge that those people think they possess is where the line is drawn.
The problem is where those two lines cross, That is where I reside and neither extreme likes the spot much, some won't even admit it exists.
Beliefs come into play here whether anyone wants to admit it or not. Atheists will tell you their way of thinking is not a religion. That may be true but it is a belief system and it effects what they accept and what they do not in other words, it creates a bias.
In many arguments I hear the logical thinkers ask the paranormal camp 'what are the odds of that occurring?' Well what are the odds we are here as a matter of chance and there is no higher power that had a hand in our creation? Look at how well nature works, from here on earth to across the universe, there are rules, laws, a system, a method to the madness. Scientists talk about there being a certain set of numbers that they must use to explain the theory of everything. It is order, not just a result of randomness that makes what we see around us. Even if we do not know everything yet,what we do know tells us plenty. For every force there is an equal and opposing force so far it continues to be true and even if it were to be shown as incorrect there are enough examples to convince me there is something that exists beyond us here on earth.
The other side of the coin are those who believe in paranormal occurrences and think that some have abilities to tell the future or communicate with spirits of the dead. I've used the number 110,000,000,000 as the number of human who have ever lived, that is not an exact figure, that number is impossible to reach but it is pretty close. If spirits of the dead were somehow residing here wouldn't we likely be over run be spirits? Most investigators or hunters will be found searching a dark cemetery or an old house when the sun has gone down. What is it about the dark that makes us think ghosts prefer it? I think it is the fact that ghosts are an unknown and the dark is where we find ourselves surrounded by things we can not see. That is how the relationship is created.
There is a smaller group who fall between the paranormal fundamentalist and the cynical skeptics. That is where my group of friends and myself stand and fight for our cause. We fend off the extremist from both sides while we attempt to build the middle. We stand for balance and true openmindedness. This is where we will find our answers in the middle of incredible claims of mystical unknowns and the scientific soul-less lack of creator.
In case by writing lacks the talent needed to make my point here, it is balance and it serves us best in every aspect of our lives, from the food we choose to eat to the time we spend sitting in front of the TV to the way we look at our relationships with others, to the way we believe, and what we believe.
The island in the middle where the lines cross and my friends and I stand is not as large as it should be but that will change, it will have to before we can truly move forward in our understanding of our universe because it is balance that keeps us from falling down.

Teaching the Moon

It is a radio.It will scan up/down the bands.It is believed by some that the sounds this radio emits enables the dead to speak to us. All we have to do is believe. It's good to believe in things, it makes us comfortable to have stability and reassurance and that helps us to be happy.There are a couple of reasons people in things. You can believe because of known facts or you can believe because of faith. Faith based claims are usually a result of lack of education or the inability to learn the facts.Believing is believing, no matter the reason it still provides the same comfort. There are some people who choose to remain uneducated because to educate themselves would mean the faith they had gotten comfort from for so long would be gone, useless now that they knew the facts about things. Facts to differing extremes are with us to stay and even if they are shown to be incorrect they are replaced by new facts and result in an even stronger feeling of comfort.
There is nothing wrong with faith unless you refuse to consider facts because those facts threaten your faith. The result of that is stupidity, stupidity being someone who chooses to remain ignorant. If you are to ask others to share your faith then you are spreading stupidity.
 There is a person named Christopher Moon who has one of the radios I mentioned above. He claims to speak to the dead through it...often. he has even had contact with people who were famous when alive here on earth. He also claims to have been 'chosen' , specially, for the task. By who I do not know. That would mean that from the approximate number of human who have lived (110,000,000,000) he won the lottery big time. Chris Moon does not seam to be unique except in his inability to educate himself. To claim to hear voices from a device such as his is to demonstrate his lack of understanding about the brain and how it works. I do not understand why Chris wants to be stupid.It could be because if he were to learn about the way in which the human brain processes information then his voices would not be so clear and he would have to let go of that faith he has been submersed in for so long. Along with that his claim of being unique and along with that any bit of respect he has from his followers. He has already managed to destroy his credibility among the skeptics. In fact he has been making the type of claims that many skeptics do not even give consideration to. It is one of those claims that intelligent people find so silly and unreasonable that it is easily dismissed without much consideration. The most incredible thing about it being the fact someone is even making such claims. The attempt by Chris Moon to try and use this broken radio to serve as his career of choice only shows what type of person he is. If you take the level of stupidity and greed, then add the lack of empathy it paints a picture of a person who is not easy to look at. As a final layer you can add a conceit which he has built all on his own. Convincing others to join in his uneducated rhetoric and then basking in the praise they shower upon him.
 I have spent a considerable amount of time thinking about how a person like this can be quieted because I believe he causes far more harm than he could ever hope to achieve good. His followers do not seem to need to even consult with him before they speak on his behalf, an indication of blind obedience Chris has allowed others to answer his critics on most occasions, refusing to support his argument because he say people do not like the answers he gives. Chris does not understand there are reasons people do not accept his answers, they are based on his faith. Others do not share his faith because they are educated enough to know his faith is at least questionable. No one who is being reasonable can refute some of the things we have learned about the  brain in recent years. The brain is not a perfect organ, it makes mistakes. The types of mistakes it makes can be pr oven in tests. When you do these tests you will get the same results over and over, take the one we do using this broken radio for example..........

Look at the picture below, what do you see? The round shape of the moon? Where is the circle? Its in your mind. Are our eyes the only senses that fool us? Have you ever heard of phantom limbs? People who can still feel pars of their body despite  having lost them. Our auditory senses do the same thing.Those who are listening to the box, please educate yourselves.

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Rates Go Postal

Bad news everyone....the price of a stamp to mail a letter is going up $.o2. A letter.....you know, when you write with a pencil or pen on paper, fold it up, stick it in an envelope,write an address on it, seal it, put it in the big blue box and it goes to another person of your choice anywhere in the United States.......Yes that is what those blue boxes on the street are for......no they are not just for decoration.......What?! Well you better stop throwing your trash in there.
Anyhoways, this massive rate hike is supposed to help keep the postal service afloat. I have another idea, I got it from the newspaper companies. Raise the cost of a stamp to $7,435.91 that way they will have more than enough cash to stay in the black.They will even be able to do some hiring and think how nice all those remodeled post offices will be.And sending a hand written letter will be even more meaningful than it is now. If someone spent that kind of cash to send you a letter wouldn't it show how much you meant to that person? Guys wondering what to get the wife on your anniversary? Don't worry about giving me any credit for the idea, I enjoy helping others. I'll admit I was a bit skeptical at first about the idea but then I figured if the newspapers can do it then why not the post office? The newspapers must have a reason for doing the old rate hike thing over and over. Sure to a layperson it seems stupid cause common sense would seem to indicate raising the price of something that has shrinking demand would hurt sales. But you need to realize you obviously are just ignorant of the newspaper business if they didn't have some kind of secret trade knowledge then what they are doing would be just stupid.....What? A newspaper, you know stories written on paper and sold.......oh never mind.

I am currently.....

It's all the rage--FOLLOW ME! Watch or hear about every damn thing I do. Excuse me i am goin to take a piss right now. ok i'm done and now, after shaking it i am buttoning my pants. Who the hell wants to hear about that? I guess everybody cause it seems like everyone is getting into the act.Aren't we the people who have always screamed about our right to privacy? I think maybe our need to have people pay attention to us has won out. Pretty soon there will be a camera and microphone you can put on in the morning and your website will provide a live feed so anyone can check on what you are doing and saying at any time during your day.I am not saying it is wrong or bad but it just seems odd how we want to keep big brother out of our business yet we are broadcasting all our business to the world over the net.
I wonder where the twittering and facebooking will lead us.The technology we have is leading us somewhere and it is doing it more and more quickly. The amount of information we share and the speed at which we can do so just gets faster and faster. I read some where that social and cultural as well as technological change is occurring at a faster and faster rate.They say there will come a time when people's lives consist of nothing but change. If you think about that it boggles the mind.Oh shit!..... I have been sitting hear writing and i never changed my status on the net GOTTA GO!!!

Get off The Pot

Hi think about the following things please
There is no real prescription drug recycling program in most places.You can take your old or unused dope to the sheriff's department maybe but wouldn't it make more sense to be able to return old or unused medication to the pharmacy where you got it or to any pharmacy for that matter? This isn't the biggest problem on the planet but it seems like something we could easily put in place. The current preferred method seems to be the toilet. Test have shown that some of these drug do not get filtered by the water treatment plants,yes the amounts are very small but I would think the amount will continue to rise and I don't want to take whatever meds your deceased grandma was on..thanks.
I heard today that a poll showed 56% of Californians are in favor or legalizing marijuana.Across the nation an ABC news poll showed 46% in favor and 37% against I guess the other 17% were too stoned to answer. Ok...what are we waiting for? We are waiting for politicians to get the testicular fortitude to start the ball rolling. Why do the ignorant and uptight morons seem to have the most effect on the programs and laws we put in place? I think the intelligent and informed portion of the population need to stand up and quit being so damn passive.Lets get a handle on things people.Reality check. How damn dumb is it to have alcohol as a legal substance and outlaw weed? Anyone with a fricken brain can figure out if you can accept one you sure as hell should be able to accept the other.Shit a walnut could figure it out.

Speaking of legalizing the illegal, prostitution. Can anyone answer how many years we have been trying to stop the business of prostitution? We have failed to have any real effect, yes we have succeeded in moving it around. If you watch the show COPS you can see what I mean. Those idiots go out and do some sting and then proudly say "we have made this area safer" Well I seriously doubt the effect last long and I can tell you that it is going to take far more than some cop dressed as a hooker and a bunch of guys who like to take people's cars from them before they have even been shown to be guilty of a crime to stop people from wanting to sell or purchase sex.
Why do we so often repeat the same actions again and again expecting different results? It's as if we think the laws of nature are going to change one day. The fact is we are as a group.. stupid, and too many are that way on on their own too.
I wrote a letter to rush limbaugh today....you wanna see it? ok......here it is. Yes I know it won't do any good but I have this habit of doing things despite the fact they are pointless, it makes me feel better.

I wonder Rush, if when you drift off to sleep at night do you ever for one second consider the effects your rhetoric has on people?As you slowly drift off and your brain prepares itself to clean its slate and start anew do you ever think that perhaps you are doing people wrong? Is your ego so needy that you must feed it at the expense of others?
If not that then does the lack of responsible behavior you demonstrate ever cause you to pause, just for a second?

I think there are many points of view in the world and just because they are different it does not mean one of them has to be wrong. You are entitled to your opinion on things just as everyone else but when a person has reached the point where they can effect the opinions of others then some care must be taken when that opinion is shared. Even more importantly the reasons and manner in which a person makes those opinions public should be considered.
Your public bashing of the president has been nothing less than plain and utter stupidity. I really had very little to do with politics in the last 8 years or so because I knew president Bush was a storm we would have to ride out. I had no opinion of Obama before he was elected. I have formed it as time goes on and I observe his actions and words.
Guess what. I did the same for you Rush.Your mouth is to fast, it outruns your brain. This country is not in good shape right now it needs to heal and it needs to regroup. Your comments about wanting the president to fail were the stupidest four words you could have uttered. Go ahead and disagree with whoever you wish but do it with some respect, and some consideration of the effects.Your attempt to clarify your position made you sound like a closet racist and was not even a little convincing. I think you said what you meant the first time.
Your a rich man Rush, you have reached a mark that many men only dream of. You have money and you have an audience.Why not use your good fortune to try and cause some positive change?.
There are some people who need this recovery to work Rush. Their happiness depends on it. Just because the manner in which it is being done doesn't please you does not mean you have the right to try and stop it from working. If what is being done now does not work then we are all screwed, there will not be time to try again.
What we don't need is you creating drama just to keep your ratings up. It is not the time for being an ignorant fool. I saw a quote from you about Obama praying to himself, look at your website. Your nothing short of a cigar smoking whore for advertisers and self worship.
The bottom line is this Rush, you can not win.Intelligent people will not allow it and if you don't tone it down then all you are going to manage is to fuck over a bunch of people just because you like to be the popular kid in class.
You are no better than most people Rush you just got lucky and instead of considering that fact you mistook it for some kind of holy power. Quit being and idiot and act responsible for every one's good.
Have a wonderful day,
-Reap

That goes for you too.

Here Piggy Piggy Piggy

It is upon us. The wretched horror of a pandemic. I have heard it talked about since I was a youngster. They said one day it would come and it would cause the suffering of millions.It will be a living nightmare they said. It would spread across the country and indeed the world incredibly fast and no one would be safe. There would be no where to hide from its effects, you could try, but it would be to no avail. Yes it is here ladies and gentlemen it is......The media coverage of the swine flu.Christ are we all really so damn paranoid? At least this shows we are becoming a little numb to the drama that the media boils up because if everyone was to take the media coverage at face value then there would be looting in the streets and the national guard would be out enforcing curfew.Don't get me wrong it is a serious thing this swine flu or whatever they have chosen to call it now. But I think the serious part is that this is a shot across the bow. We better wake up and we better be careful cause all it takes is a mutation and a little cross breeding and we are in serious trouble....maybe. I have heard a couple of theories on how a pandemic that kills a significant portion of the human race would be a very unlikely occurrence.Those theories make sense but I wouldn't bet the numbers of lives that would be lost if incorrect on it. That being said could someone please tell the media to shut the hell up.I mean the news of the first American to die from it was on every network, it was like they all were shouting fire in a movie theater because someone turned on a flashlight. That fatality was a kid visiting from Mexico and he had other health problems. There was no one who was going to say that the kid had passed away from swine flu and be certain about it.And what is with the masks? WASH YOUR HANDS! and lay off picking your nose for a couple of weeks, and be polite by covering your face when you cough or sneeze. I think we should all go to the old full proof training method for those who don't cover their mouths when they should....a slap upside the head. So from this point on lets all resolve to do this...whenever you see someone picking their nose,coughing or sneezing without covering their mouths or wearing one of those masks(especially those idiots who leave their nose or mouths exposed while the other is covered) Give them a nice hard quick slap upside the head followed by "What the fuck is wrong with you?!Be considerate of others!" And if they mouth off pop em again and say "don't make me tell you again" this will result in those people having a flashback to childhood and cause them to reply with something like "yes ma'am" or "yes sir". Or it will result in your getting the hell beat out of you but at least you won't be beaten by hands someone has been sneezing all over.That should be of some relief to you, now go home and watch the news, we still have famine and locust to look forward to.

Knee Jerk Theory

The pres is getting a earful theses days. Quit borrowing all that money! Let those banks go under! Screw those auto makers! We hate socialism in any form! CUBA?! Those are COMMUNISTS!!! Are you crazy? We tortured people? DON'T SAY THAT! We hate TAXES!I can say I think we are overtaxed too, but it sure as hell didn't start with Obama.I think a flat tax would be the way intelligent people would collect what we give to the government. As far as the bailout of banks and automakers, I hear a lot of people who don't like it but I don't hear alot of other good ideas what to do if we were to let these corporate failures to play out. I wonder if people who would watch the automakers go under realize the massive effect it would have on industries. It wouldn't just effect the automakers it would effect everyone. If anyone has an alternate plan or idea then I would like to hear it. Am I happy about the amount of money we are borrowing in order to get the economy under control? NO. Another question follows. Who is to blame for what is being done? US. Yep we are to blame. How much money have we allowed to go to Iraq? How long did we allow Bush to let us spiral out of control? I think we still are yet to realize just how bad the last 8 years have hurt us and as our newest leader addresses these issues we should be careful to place the blame where it belongs, on us. We have for too long been asleep at the wheel.It is good that so many more have begun to wake up and pay attention. Its like we have been asleep for ten years and when a fella comes along and says "Hey buddy, wake up. While your asleep your house is falling apart. I called a roofer for you. A plumber is on the way cause the pipes are about to spring a leak, and you have termites, if you don't start thinking about what will result from that your whole house will fall down and you will awaken to a pile of ruble"Do we wake up and with some embarrassment thank the guy? Nope. We begin to smack him upside the head and yell at him "You son of a bitch! I can't afford a new roof! And what did you do to cause those pipes to fail? And those termites, I don't like the kind of insecticide your using on them!" People are waking up and demonstrating the reaction we have become well known for....the old knee-jerk reaction. Yep the reaction that always comes back to bite us on the ass.And often costs us some of our freedoms. In your day to day life choices would you say it is wise to act instantly to a given situation or should we think about or coarse of action first? Wouldn't we do better to allow emotions to ease and gather our thoughts and consider options?The president has something we do not, an incredible amount of resources, despite the fact most of us have not been thinking about how to address our problems, that does not mean no one has.Obama is our leader now and we need to give him a break, we do not have to be happy about the actions he is taking but we should lay the blame where it belongs. And we do not have to agree with the methods he is using to solve the problems we have but if we are to be critical then it should be have some basis not "just because I don't like it" People like that loud mouth Limbaugh who make statements saying "I hope he fails" and then trying to defend himself by saying "that's not how I meant it" That idiot knows exactly what he said and intelligent people know exactly what he meant. We don't all have to think alike but we should all have everyone's best interests in mind with well thought out arguments as the basis for any disagreement. We can not afford to wake up only to put on blinders and start throwing punches.