to get sucked in

For some it's The Bachelor, others The Tyra Banks Show and for those gullible masochists like me, it's Paranormal State.

I hate the thought of anything not alive coming to visit me in the middle of the night, yet I watch these dedicated, attractive, super-nerds battle the paranormal every Monday night only to lie awake the following Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. By the time I catch up on the lost hours of rest and the bags under my eyes subside I do it to myself all over again.

I believe these people are genuine, they had been doing it long before A&E decided to pay them for it. Plus, Chip Coffey is the most lovable, effeminate medium this side of physical realm.

Don't get me wrong, I don't believe anyone should dabble in paranormal/spiritual matters they don't understand. But I like to watch other people try to help.

to be sad

How many sad movies, songs and news stories does it take for the realization to occur that it's easy to be sad?

When I was and adolescent in the 90s I was always a little miffed at experiencing such a wonderful, storybook childhood. Nothing to brood, paint or write songs about. No good reason to throw myself at cute guys to find self worth. It wasn't until the pressures of life piled up that I realized happiness is the exception. It's what great works of art should be about, depression and emptiness are the norm. Sadness is in effect, mediocre.

Movie critics have it all wrong. They praise the filmmaker that can twist your soul with despair, and bring you down to their dreary level, but the film that inspires and encourages (without being ridiculously cheesy) is the real masterpiece.

You might argue this observation by saying you know plenty of idiots who are blissfully happy. I don't mean them. I don't mean ignorance which doesn't know any better. I'm talking about the person who has to pay bills, help friends, protest injustice and then cook dinner.

A person struggling with a deflated soul, head down on the table, hears that they have it tough, when it is much more difficult to pick your head up off of that table and decide to contribute. While it does hurt to be sad, it's much more tiring to be happy.

Is it easier to make someone laugh or make someone cry? While it may take more effort, at the end of the day you'll be able to sleep without a pill.

to be fooled

Bailout? Rescue plan? Please.
How long will America take to realize the people who got us into this mess are not the ones to be trusted with getting us out.

I read a great quote today, "The only thing we learn from history, I am afraid, is that we do not learn from history." Congressman Ron Paul.

Can the folks in Washington open their dusty history books and read a paragraph about the great depression? It was only last century, I'm pretty sure McCain was alive through it. Propping up mortgages and wall street behemoths that are failing because of federal intervention with MORE federal intervention (aka magically minted money with rapidly diminishing value) will only leave them, and the rest of us unwittingly tied to their kamikaze attempt to make EVERYONE happy, further to fall before we hit bottom.

Blaming the American people would be like blaming a spoiled child when they cry for more, faster, better. Isn't it the fault of the parents for giving in in the first place? Even still, giving the child what they scream for doesn't fix the problem. They have to eventually realize the corner they have backed themselves into; there will be an embarrassing meltdown before any progress is made. The sooner the meltdown occurs the quicker the rehabilitation can begin.

America should protest together. Refuse to pay taxes. Refuse the government the right to steal from you in order to dig themselves deeper into debt, wars and lies. Either that or I suggest everyone buy some Euros and grow a garden.