Segregated Unity…

With all this crap about segregated Survivor, it really angers me that as a whole, nobody in this nation wants to accept we are different. Survivor is doing it for ratings, but who cares. WE ARE DIFFERENT!. But that in and of itself does not make one race better than another. And when someone points out a stereotype, most people think that it’s completely taboo, or something that shouldn’t be said. A statistic is not a stereotype.

Do I think it’s right to discriminate? Absolutely not. But whether we want to admit it or not, this county is that melting pot that it is because of segregation. To me, the “skin color doesn’t matter, we’re all the same” adage, is complete crap. We are different, and to accept that fact is not a crime or discriminatory. Not recognizing that fact is complete ignorance and shameful.

Black people are usually better runners. Mexicans usually do pack 10 people in a CRX. White people can’t dance. And asians are usually good in math.

It’s not Americas fault, it’s just the way we’re made. Accept it.

I may not be right, but this is America, it’s my opinion, and I’m intitled to it.

So bored…It hurts

Well, I’m starting to go out of my FREAKIN’ MIND!! I havn’t put in a whole days work in over a month!! I know some people would kill to get a month off, and most of the time so would I. But I have 51 days left of absolutly nothing!. I don’t know what to do with myself. I think I’m even starting to get Cabin Fever.

Anyways, I’m tired of seeing these damn politicians on the T.V. crying and asking us to vote for them. I don’t even know why they are running for office. In case you didn’t know, I will become emporor in 2008. I would take over the empire now, but I want Bush to F*ck things up a little more before I take over. It’ll make me look better when I fix all the things that he and his cronies have screwed up over the last 8 years.

Also, I’m looking to move my Nova to my new house, which I may post picture of (The house, not the Nova). Maybe then I can occupy some of my free time grinding and sanding. Or maybe I should learn how to dance. Learn a second language? Hell I don’t know, now I’m just taking up space. WTD

Finally…I’m free…sort of…

Well…Here I am. A free man. No more formations. No more PT. No more parade rest. So far I am free and clear of the arms of the Marine Corps. Barring a stop loss or recall, I’m outta there.

So now I just sit around the house and rot with nothing to do. But a friend of mine got me into this “game” called Second Life. It’s a really interesting “game.” I put “game” in quotations because the more people that I talk to in there, the more it is unlike a game. It’s rather interesting, so you should check it out.

I hope to have the BETA of my website up by the end of this month. We’ll see how that goes. So if you are looking for a new computer or an upgrade to your existing computer and live in the same area as I, keep that in mind. I’ll be able to beat most anyones prices around here.

Let there be light…

So my wife and I go to the beach yesterday, and I come back looking like a medium rare steak. I’m not really a beach person but I decided to go thinking for some reason it would relax me. It did for a while, but after about an hour I started thinking about the things that I needed to do over this weekend. Just stupid things that really don’t matter to anyone but me. I hate it, I just want to be OUT of this damn Marine Corps TODAY!.

Tomorrow is our aniversary and we’re going out to dinner and all that happy stuff. We haven’t been out to eat together in probably six months or more. So I’m excited about it and look foward to a good meal that someone else has to cook besides me or her.

Posting Bail…

So there I am, papers in hand, I stand before the man. I stood there like an accused criminal, asking for my freedom. Sounds like court doesn't it? All I was trying to do was submit my terminal leave paperwork. (For those who don't know, terminal leave is a leave period at the end of and enlistment period.) It literally was like asking for my freedom back. "Why do you want out?" "Why won't you re-enlist?" Even though the entire process is a bit comical, it's definately well worth it.

So, in the midst of all the fun stuff that I have to do, I have to find a job, a house, and make sure everything is in order to move. It's a whole lot of stress, but again, well worth it. I think that they do it so all the lazy people just re-enlist. That's seems to be the trend around here.

Knowing your place, and opinion

I was just watching T.V. (I don't know the show) and Al Gore was on talking about global warming. Now, I believe that this topic needs to be discussed, but not by a man who ran for president and can't even spell "potato" correctly. I wonder, why does this bungler think he can persuade people to see his point of view? I mean, he completely negated a testimony by a man who has devoted his entire life to understanding global warming saying that "his research was incomplete and completely inaccurate."

Now I am not a politician, I am an average American. I am not persuaded by this half-wit, so why would anyone else. So I wonder: Who actually makes a politician, the American people? Or the politician themself? My answer: The dumber of the two.

And then, there was one…more

I’ve decided to start this blog, sort of like a therapeutic journal for me. I’m not really sure that I’m going to keep it all up to date and such. But an old friend has a blog, so I figured I’d make one for myself and see what was of it.

I guess I’ll post some random thoughts about what goes on in my bigoted mind. Maybe somehow this could be an outlet of pure and uncensored thought for me.

I haven’t had any interesting mind stimulating thoughts or conversation in a while. But a couple days ago I went out to dinner with a friend from high school. It was an interesting evening to say the least. Neither of us knew what to expect and both hesitated on even carrying out our plans for dinner. In hind sight, it was an excellent experience. Both of us were suprised by each other on many levels. I guess what made it so interesting was that even 8 or 9 years later, she was almost exactly who I remembered. There was nothing about here appearance, attitude, or history that distorted any perceptions that I had of her. If anything, it made her a little more absorbing.

So there’s my little blurb about something that’s historically insignificant, however has it's place somewhere inside my memory. Which leads me to this; If someone you once knew a long time ago asked for a second chance at knowing them, what would you say? My answer: Only if I thought it was worth it.