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.