These are tough times, and I understand that people are upset with President Obama, but to call him a obscene names and tell him that you would rather vote for satan than him? Seriously? Just take a look on the comments on Yahoo's news articles on our government. Are you disgusted? If you aren't, you should be.
How low, how simple minded do you have to be to call the leader of one of the greatest countries the world has ever seen a bastard, or a terrorist, or Hitler. I personally feel embarrassed when I hear people say things like this. I can understand being frustrated, but swearing at the President just seems so classless and counterproductive. What ever happened to treat people how you wish to be treated? Also, cussing out the commander and chief of the worlds biggest number of Predator drones doesn't seem like the best way to do things.
I strongly disliked most of President Bush's actions as president but I will never sink as low or to be as petty as to call him vulgar names. I was and still am very opposed to some of his policies, but I know better than to let vile rotten words be let loose. We live in a country that gives us the freedom to say what ever we like, but that doesn't necessarily mean we should say whatever we like.
Then again I may just be am just nostalgic sucker for tact. In reality swearing at the President is ultimately futile because it wont get anything done. If you want to make your life better then don't swear at the president, take a look in the mirror because that is the only person you can ever count on to do what's right.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Mindless rambling number 1.
Say what what you need to say, God, I hated that John Mayer song. I thought it was terrible. It was pop-ish and the same three lines over, and over, ond over. Even more obnoxious, is that it was true.
Say what you need to say, otherwise, one could be considered masochist. Words one never use grow stale, then start to rot inside of us, deteriorating the good we might have inside us.
I learned the hard way why it is that John Mayer's simple minded song is so right. If only I could go back a year or so to tell myself this, who knows, I might have actually listened for a change. But back then just couldn't break through the tough shell I have built around myself. Walls that was built in the first place as a sort of denial, that way I didn't have to fully experience the love, pain, and the whole 9 yards of the American teenage journey.
All of high-school I had bottled up my thoughts an emotions, letting them ferment inside. Then one incident my senior year of high school (and like all good high-school stories, in involves a girl) finally caused this bottle to shatter. All those words I should have said, those emotions I should have acted on. had rotted away for too long inside my head, and when that bottle of emotions broke they literally became toxic. I was sick 24/7 for the last few months of high-school and weighed lest than 128 lbs, which is borderline severely underweight for some one over 6 feet tall. I was beating my soul into a pulp in a vicious cycle of anger at myself and at the girl.
Luckily this somewhat melancholy and self depreciating first blog does have a happy ending. Some how a voice of reason broke though my very thick skull, and things have been going much better. I learned that how to properly deal with my emotions and finally forgave her, and more importantly, I forgave myself. I got much healthier, and I no longer look like a under fed twig.... I have at least the physical appearance of a normal twig. Overall, I shelved my pride, and took John Mayer's stupid, catchy song's advice. It doesn't always work perfectly and some people won't understand, they may enven rebuke at this newfound voice of your's. however, as long as you fully realize and reconcile your thoughts, embrace your emotions, and speak with an impecable honesty, life starts to become just a little bit easier.
Say what you need to say, otherwise, one could be considered masochist. Words one never use grow stale, then start to rot inside of us, deteriorating the good we might have inside us.
I learned the hard way why it is that John Mayer's simple minded song is so right. If only I could go back a year or so to tell myself this, who knows, I might have actually listened for a change. But back then just couldn't break through the tough shell I have built around myself. Walls that was built in the first place as a sort of denial, that way I didn't have to fully experience the love, pain, and the whole 9 yards of the American teenage journey.
All of high-school I had bottled up my thoughts an emotions, letting them ferment inside. Then one incident my senior year of high school (and like all good high-school stories, in involves a girl) finally caused this bottle to shatter. All those words I should have said, those emotions I should have acted on. had rotted away for too long inside my head, and when that bottle of emotions broke they literally became toxic. I was sick 24/7 for the last few months of high-school and weighed lest than 128 lbs, which is borderline severely underweight for some one over 6 feet tall. I was beating my soul into a pulp in a vicious cycle of anger at myself and at the girl.
Luckily this somewhat melancholy and self depreciating first blog does have a happy ending. Some how a voice of reason broke though my very thick skull, and things have been going much better. I learned that how to properly deal with my emotions and finally forgave her, and more importantly, I forgave myself. I got much healthier, and I no longer look like a under fed twig.... I have at least the physical appearance of a normal twig. Overall, I shelved my pride, and took John Mayer's stupid, catchy song's advice. It doesn't always work perfectly and some people won't understand, they may enven rebuke at this newfound voice of your's. however, as long as you fully realize and reconcile your thoughts, embrace your emotions, and speak with an impecable honesty, life starts to become just a little bit easier.
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