Saturday, December 18, 2010
Armac's Shameless Plugging 4 (Track 7-8)
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Uh-oh... I Made a Whoopsy!
Uh-oh... I made a whoopsy and broke my promise. Well in my defense I have fucking finals and I've been busy as all fuck.
(KUDOS if you got that reference)
ttyl babe,
HOWIE! :D
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Ooooh.... blue sky at Murky Benz World!
A flurry of txts and e-mails, a quick confirmation that a drive to Brooklands for the Piston Heads 'Sunday Service' might do nicely to clear the cobwebs, and it was so.
Friday, December 10, 2010
Redefining America
The following is somewhat rant-like in nature. Forgive me, I tried to get my point across as clearly as possible. I encourage discussion below, but don't expect it. Share this and forward this with friends if you agree or like it. Thank you for reading.
- Censorship and the infinite amount of little steps toward a society where civil rights are confused with privileges, and therefore easily cast aside.
- The growing wealth gap between the richest and the poorest Americans, coinciding with the collapse of the once prominent middle class.
- A politics-first, tyrannic government system where it increasingly and scarily feels like having two political parties was actually outlined in the Constitution itself, and where the parties and government represent the people less and less.
People are knowingly forced to simply "choose between the lesser of two evils."
Even I shared these sentiments, as you all likely know.
However, I took a step back and had a realization or revelation of sorts. Perhaps Obama was exactly what we needed. He stood before us and convinced us, without a doubt, of the one inherent truths of our great democracy.
Yes, we can have hope. Because we have the power to change things.
It has everything to do with it. We have a tool like no other in history, this, the internet. Instantaneous and near infinite data sharing. This is ours! As a people on all of Earth we own this thing, this massive web we have created. We can now find the truth and make our own opinions about it. Discussions are easy and common and (when civil) bring about higher truths.
This War spreads beyond the internet. We deserve the information, for everyone and everything. We deserve to be able to make our own decisions. We deserve, from birth, the opportunity for a politically clean slate.
I don't agree with the Tea Party on many issues but they represent the very same thing. They stand up to the convention and power of the establishment. If only information was easily disseminated to them, and these two political parties weren't there to so heavily divide us, so that we cannot even cooperate to function as a nation.
The truth is, they don't have to be and they shouldn't be. We can and should unite and decide what's best for ourselves because either side obviously doesn't know, or doesn't care.
This is our internet.
We have the right to fight for it, and we have the right to work together.
Be open to the people around you, listen, and understand.
We are in dire straights, and we need to act in our own best interests now. I don't care how long it takes, or how many times we have to flip from red to blue, it needs to be done. Unless we start making steps now and defend our last bastion of true hope and freedom; we will only become the scum. All of us, few will be saved from the tyranny of money, and the hoarding of information.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Seven to Kevin || Red Box
Uh oh...
Well this won't be fun at all...
Oh well.
Degree 1: Red Boxes dispense movies.
You see where this is going yet?
I WIN! Man I'm good.
Seriously, this turned out so fail that I'm depressed about it, and I just have to leave it up and post it. I don't know how I apparently lacked the function to recognize the ease this would have before I committed to it.
At least you can laugh at me and call me a retard for having absolutely no foresight and amazing hindsight.
How about this, you can all send me suggestions for really difficult Kevin Bacon Seven Degrees games. Sometime next week, I will take the hardest and work through it!
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
It's All Politics
Simply put, the wealthiest 2% of Americans have a tax break of, on average, $100,000. Meanwhile middle and lower class Americans have a tax break of something like $2000-$5000.
In theory, this should have made jobs. But all over the nation we see jobs disappearing, they have been for 20 years, just look at our car manufacturing.
The theory works on paper, but in reality there is one problem, one fault, one part of the equation that fucks it all up... GREED.
The House passed a bill. It went to the Senate, where it was filibustered. Democrats didn't have the votes to break it.
That would have been fine, it would have been amazing because then they could have pushed the Republicans to the very edge and forced them to either take blame for raising everyone's taxes or help out.
Monday, December 6, 2010, Obama throws in the towel. Our last chance, the lame duck congress with two Democratic houses. He caves. He has let me down. He has let America down.
It's all politics.
Democrats step on us, so we vote Republican. Republicans step on us, so we vote Democrat. It's no longer about the well being of our country, it's about whether Washington D.C. is Red or Blue.
There are two Senators who are Independent. One of them, Senator Bernie Sanders speaks for us. The people, the majority. He speaks for the poor, and the shrinking middle class. He isn't a politician, he is a Senator. He made a great speech before this bill was turned down. I want you all to listen. This is a man who is in Washington for us, not some politics, or some money.
Until then...
Monday, December 6, 2010
Poetry Monday | Another Old One
We Lie Dieing On the Battlefield
(Yet the Cavalry Never Arrives)We lie dieing on the battlefield
Yet the Cavalry never arrives.
One would assume that measures,
(as rare as they normally may be)
Would be deliberately taken,
To assure the survival of our Cavalry.The hills are now immortal forts,
The smoking plains, so deep, entrenched,The valleys run thick with Europe's blood,
The battle is lost, as God can see.
Yet, unknown to the men of this war,
Are the whereabouts of our Cavalry
O, where are they, our flaming scouts,
Who ride, so gallant, with rapiers drawn,Upon the noblest steeds of line,
To cause even the Huns to flee.
Where are they, those proud lion-hearts
Who call themselves the Cavalry.
Perhaps this mud of mechanical war
Has slowly drowned our splendid last resort,Perhaps they fell and choked on death,
Those men who ride so valiantly.
O, where are they, our warrior gods,
The ones we call the Cavalry.