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Gender: Male
Status: Single
Age: 23
Sign: Cancer

City: FARMINGTON
State: Missouri
Country: US
Signup Date: 2/11/2006

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Saturday, September 12, 2009 

Current mood:  anxious
Category: Writing and Poetry
Jimmy Evans is an adolecent boy like most his age.  However, as far back as he can remember, his friends have always called him James.  As a younger child he struggled with few things.  He has always been a bright young man with a prominant future, coming from a prominant family.  His father is a doctor, his mother being a nurse practitioner.  Needless to say, this has brought on some undeserved dislike from some of his peers, but he is still liked overall.  As a freshman in high school, he enjoys flirting with girls, hanging out with friends, and during the fall season, he is a line-backer for the junior varsity football team.  At 5'11" and 185lbs of pure testosterone this works as a perfect outlet for his teenage angst, seeing as all other aspects of his life are seemingly perfect.  With aspirations of greatness in his future, he plans on using football not only as the hormonal release, but also as a stepping stone into Texas A&M, where he can get his degree and start his life off right.  We come to Jimmy on the day of his 'awakening' as some would call it, or even his 'coming of age'.

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The final bell rings, signalling the end of today's lessons.  The halls fill with rejoiceing teens.  Through the cluster of bodies, Jimmy or 'James' is seen walking from his locker to the dressing room to get ready for practice.  Trailing behind him is his friend Tarrence.  More or less a lacky, Tarrence has been close friends with James as long as he can remember, carrying his books, helping him with his homework, and even being his wrestling dummy.

"So whatcha doin' after practice?" asked Tarrence.

"Not sure, might go down to orchard for a bit, maybe even call Jessica to join me.  Who knows."

"Well, if you want, we could go see what the guys are up to at the shop.  I hear they just got in the new issue of 'Origins'. Maybe we could check it out, ya know."

"I would, but you have to think of me here.  I don't wanna leave practice to go hang out with a bunch of nerds in a comic book store.  Especially when I could be snuggled up with one of the hottest girls in the school, surrounded by nothing but orange groves, ya know?"

With this, they said their goodbyes and James went off to change for practice.  During this, he sends Jessica a text saying, "Wanna meet me at the orchard after practice? I have a surprise for you. ;)".  Which she replies to while he is still in practice, accepting the invite.  Little do either of them know that their plan will come to fruition earlier than expected.

It's about an hour into practice now.  All the kids have been pushed to their limits.  Exhausted, they finally get their 2nd water break of the practice.  There are minor grumbles of dissent amoung the teamates, but nothing that screams rebellion.  A whistle blows, telling the boys that water break is over and it's time to get back into formation.  With the J.V. split into to halves, the offensive and defensive line, they are running a particular drill where the wide reciever has to complete a button hook to take it in for a touchdown. Jimmy's job is to keep the reciever from catching the ball to complete the play.  Quarter back calls the hike, Jimmy is keyed in on his target, the ball is released.  Jimmy misses the tackle and falls in a heap just shy of reaching the reciever.  The pass is completed and the offense scores.

This is something that can happen to anyone, especially an overworked freshman line-backer in the middle of practice.  However, the coach is relentless.

"What's the problem boy?!" the coach screams. "Got lead in your feet?!"

"No, sir! Just lost my footing." James replies without hesitation.

"And why is that boy? You too stupid to put one foot in front of the other? Is that it,
boy?"

"No, sir! I don't know what happened, sir, but it won't happen again!"

"You're damn right it won't happen again!  Why don't you go sit the next few plays out, if we need a snivleing retard to fuck up our plays we'll call you in.  Better yet, if you aren't plannin' on doing anything productive this session why don't you just get the hell off my field!"

"I'm sorry, sir! But I promise it won't happen again, sir!"

"You must be some kind of stupid they don't even have a name for yet!  I said get the the hell off my field, end of discussion!"

At this point, something happened.  Nobody talks to Jimmy like this, let alone this pissant who can barely manage to keep his family afloat on his meager 32k/year salary.  This person is the now responsible for jeopardizing his entire future.  Thanks to this worthless sack of water, skin, and bones, his life after high school might never happen.  Without football, there can be no Texas A&M.  Without Texax A&M, there can be no future as a successful person. 

Finally, Jimmy snaps, and his instincts take over.  In a haze of light, and light blue aura flares around him.  He jerks toward the coach, staring him dead in the eyes.  The coaches face turns beet red with anger and fear and isn't sure if he should flee or be the agressor and put this kid in his place.  In that moment of hesitation Jimmy clinches his outstreched hand into a fist and quickly brings it back to his chest.  Almost instantly, the liquids in the coaches body removed themselves from him as if commanded to do so by this seemingly normal boy.  Without these liquids in his body, the cellular membranes cannot function correctly in a proccess called osmosis.  Without being able to maintain their structural integrity or function, the cells broke down, causing his body to revert to its most basic composition.  In essence, the coach disappeared into a cloud of dust, mostly combrised of iron, bone fragment, and calcium.  The wrenched liquids, quickly falling to the ground where it was then absorbed to continue the cycle of life.

Now, a scene like this isn't likely to go unnoticed, nor did it.  The entire Junior Varsity team saw what happened and hung where they were in a moment of terror and awe at this newly formed development.  With screams of terror, and the moment ended, the kids try to flee.  Fear and discust run through Jimmy, he can't be inctiminated in any way for this murder.  To be suspected in this murder would cause him to lose everything he's ever worked for.  Again, he reals on his teamates and with less intensity reaches a similar effect.  After pulling his outstretched hand back to his chest as a fist, all of the boys collapse with an advanced case of rapid dehydration, causeing them to go into cardiac arrest, and expire shortly after.

An hour later, parents who were arriving to pick up their children, find a horrifying scene of lifeless bodies.  Moments later the police arrive to inspect the crime scene.  All Junior Varsity members are accounted for, asside for the coach and a young Mr. Jimmy "James" Evans.  The record shows that Jimmy arrived home late from practice at 7:23pm, in civilian clothes.  Apparently, Jimmy left practice an hour early to relax in a nearby orchard.  This story is validated by not only by the requisitioned text log from his cell phone carrier, but also a young cheerleader named Jessica Rentos.  The reason for Jimmy's early departure from practice was recorded as, "The coach was pushing us harder than ever and I just wasn't fealing well.  My throat was too dry, my heart was racing, and I thought I was going to stroke out if I didn't go lay down."  Primary suspect of the murders is the Coach, for forcing the students to practice in conditions that did not meet that Public School Standards, thusly causeing the children to suffer from rapid dehydration and ultimately made them to go into cardiac arrest and parish as they ran for liquid nurishment.  It is assumed that shortly after this, the coach fled the scene of the crime.  Investigation into this matter is ongoing until he is found and arrested.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009 
As I awoke this night, drenched in my own sweat, I have a renewed sense of hope.  Could such a thing exist?  It seems that there may be reason to believe that there isn't only evil in the world as my previous dreams have shown me.  Instead there may be those of us who could be pure of heart and willing to save those we care about.  After all, if it is within out power to help, shouldn't we?  Anyways, this is how the dream went this time.

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The dark clouds rolled over the small innocent town.  These foreboding clouds were unlike those that frequented this area, for what they brought was new and terrible.  The great evil was back and eager to reclaim his now populated residence.  In the shadows of these clouds creeps hideous creatures from beyond the edge if imagineing where only nightmares dwell.  Slowly, nearly without sight or sound, these creatures crept into the town, guided by the entent of their master.  Then, as if without warning or signal, the creatures entered the homes of these unsuspecting citizens in unison, slaughtering all that were found.

On the third block of Hampton Street, they found something completely unexpected.  A boy, simply enough.  However, this was no ordinary boy, with a lineage that was one of a kind.  Unknown to him, with the right amount of focus, he could do amazing things.

His home was like most others.  It had 3 bedrooms, his being located on the bottom floor and down the corridor to the left from the doorway. His sleeping quarters are fully furnished with a full-sized bed, a desk, a dresser, a walk-in closet, as well as his own bathroom.  His mother and sister's rooms were located upstairs and to the left of the door, along with the kitchen, dining room, master bathroom, and living room. Even though his kid sister had her own room, some nights she preferred sleeping in his room rather than hers.  Said it gave her a fealing of safety.  After all, he is her big brother.  There were marginal decorations throughout the upper level, but lacked the essentials to give it that "home sweet home" fealing.  Maybe it was candles.  Anyways, I'm getting off subject now.

It just-so-happens that there were 3 nightmarish creatures outside his house on this night.  And as circumstance would have it, he wasn't in his room when they snuck into his home.  Sitting there, on the toilet, he hears a scream from the room above.  Startled, he runs out of the bathroom to see a shadowy figure slide into his room.  Was it his mother or father?  Fear and an inate sense to protect his sister pushes him to the room as he throws the door open wide.  His sister is still laying in bed, unharmed.  He eases into bed beside her, but as the uneasiness in his stomach rises, it is quelled by fear when the shadow rises enough to tower over him from behind, blocking his
escape.

"Die!", it hisses as it moves in for the kill.

The creature hesitates, momentarily contemplating.  What is different about this boy? As if in response to his inner thoughts, a light glow begins to envelop the boy originating from the palms of his hands.  Originally brought to his face for cover, his hands begin to shimmer in a dull green.  An archaic symbol starts to transcribe itself into the childs hands and pulsate in unison with the shimmering green glow.

"I call you into the light, demon of the dark ruler of old!", screamed the boy.

As the last of the words tumble uncermoneously from his lips, there is a flash of light.  But as for the creature, nothing is left to be found.  All that remained now was an aura of shimmering green light sealing the doorways opening.  The boy lay curled in a ball at the foot of the bed, shivering.  The sister, however, now sat up in his bed, amazed by the glowing doorway but unsure of its origin.

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Perhaps there is some sort of hidden meaning to this dream that escapes me.  Perhaps it is tied in with some of my other dreams.  Of course, as always there is no way to tell as of yet, I just hope that these dreams stop soon, I'm going to lose it if they don't.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009 

Current mood:  anxious
Category: Writing and Poetry
At first, I thought these dreams meant something. However, after the madness wrought in last nights terror, I'm not so sure anymore.  There was just so much darkness and anger.  It is hard for me to begin to imagine that this could be happening somewhere.  Well, enough with my misgivings, here's how it happened...

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A door slams.  From the childrens room can be heard the obsene ramblings of a drunk, in addition to the slamming of cabinet doors and dishes breaking asunder.  Soon, a slender shadow slips past the bedroom door.  A womans voice can be heard, gently coaxing the drunk to calm down and come to bed.

"It's ok baby, we'll figure this out." she says.

"How can we?! There isn't enough to dig out." he screams, "I slave to bring us out of debt, but there's just too damn much caught up in the rears!"

"We'll figure something out, baby, we always do.  I'll cut back on portions, we can cut off the fat, turn off the t.v.s more, take away the nightlights, something.  I don't know, honey, but we can make this work."

Raised voices erupt, on time of course, from the kitchen.

"We shouldn't have to make this work!  Why do we have to give anything up?  Am I so worthless I can't provide for my family's needs?!"

 The two children, Michael the oldest at 15, slender of build with a head filled with books and dreams and Debra still youthful at 13 with a world of possibilities in front of her, knew how the night was going to fair.  This was all too common for the 2 teenagers, but maybe tonight would be different.

"No, baby, what I mean is that our needs and our wants should be re-prioritized.  Give up some of the luxeries for what's necessary.  Sure it may not be what we are used to, but we'll make due, sweetheart."
"That's not the point!  I'm the provider.  I'm the bread winner for fuck's sake!  If I can't provide for my family, what the hell kind of person am I?!  Don't you see the problem?!  We can't live like this anymore!"

He begins to get a hellish and desperate look in his eyes.  His anger flares finally and strikes out with an outstretched hand, hitting his mark and sending his wife sprawling.

A slightly larger shadow roars past the door, still shouting.  This was new, usually the mom was the first to head to bed.  He went by again, this time carrying something at his side.  As suddenly as they had started, the noises stopped, replaced with sobbing and crying.

The children remain in their beds, quivering in fear.  What had their father done?  Soon after, their door opens.  Purposefully, a slender shadow makes her way to stand beside their beds, a blood covered bat clutched tightly at her side.  She sprung her assault, finding her mark on Debra's bed, blood splattered everywhere.  She continued without pause and went for Michael's bed.  He braced for the blows.  Nothing happened, the scene went fuzzy and finally faded to black.  When he finally came to, the smouldering ashes of his mother lie where she stood.  The bed sheet seared in a human outline where he had been laying when his death had been so sure.

Shortly after, the police recieved a domestic disturbance call.  They arrived to find a petrified boy, the body of a man(brutally beaten) dead in the kitchen, a kid in the same broken form in the bedroom, along with the ashes of an unknown person on the floor of the kids room.  The murder weapon was never retreived from the scene of the crime.

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Honestly, would you believe this if you even read it in Newsweek or even The New York Times?  I'm not even sure that this sort of thing could be allowed on CNN News for fear of spreading false news.  Yet, here I am, with this dream.  As  sure as I am that this couldn't possibly happen, I'm also not certain that it isn't a faint possibility.  I just hope that these dreams stop soon.  Things just don't feal the same as they used to.  But that's enough for now, I've got class to attend to.
Monday, August 24, 2009 

Current mood:  artistic
Category: Writing and Poetry
   Dreams of an Outcast

  Some say that the world is but an opportunity, sitting there - waiting to be seized.  That is where the saying, "Seize the day" originates.  To most, this saying is what their everyday life is in accordance with.  For me, it is the reason for my exclusion from the majority of the population.  There is no rhyme or reason for the things that I do, except perhaps, that I want to be different, or even perhaps that I cannot stand people being like me.

  Tortured into believeing that I am useless and untrustworthy, that is exactly what they'll get.  I escaped from the hell that was my home a week ago.  Since then, I have started to have these dreams.  I'm not exactly sure what they are, but they seem so realistic.  For example, 2 nights ago I had this dream and it began like this. . .

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It is early morning, perhaps 7 a.m., the sun has barely risen from it's secret hiding place in the east.  There is a boy and his mother on their way to an unknown destination.  The boy stops her midstride and walks to the opposite side of the walk. 
He bends over and picks a Dandy Lion, the biggest and most yellow one he had ever seen.  He then ran and gave it to his mother.  She simply looked at it and slapped it out of his small child hands.  It is quite evident that she is upset with him and this nonsense of picking flowers and what-not.  If he was going to grow up to be her protector, such trivial things as this should not be bothered with in his every-day life. 

They continue their walk.  But something dreadful is about to happen, the lights grow dim.  Out of the shadow, a masked assailent is unveiled after they pass.  Stepping out from the corridor and he springs onto the mother.  Not only does he take the mothers purse, but he decides that she is too lovely a flower to let go with out stopping to be picked.
"Come on baby, you know you want this!" the man regails.

In the commotion the son is thrown up against the wall, momentarily stunned.  As he comes to, he realizes what is going on.  But should he help her, after all that she has done to him?

"Look at you, you're wet for me already.  You're a dirty whore aren't you?"

He knows what the right decision would be but his anger towards his mother turns from a simmer to a boil.  Why didn't she want his flower?!  How could she be so obtuse?!

"I know just what to do with dirty whores!" the man cackles.

What was that man doing to his mother?!

Finally, his anger is unfurled.  Out of the corner he had been tossed, his eyes glow a deep blue and ancient runed symbols spun around his head.  The would-be rapist and thief is thrown back into the street light, dazing him momentarily by an unseen force.  As the corners of his vision begin to narrow, he feals himself being raised above the ground.  His eyes finally begin to focus in time to see the iconic rune fly from this boy's crown, imbedding it into his forehead, searing it's way to the brain.  A few more seconds pass, and the man lay motionless on the ground, steam escaping from the wound on his forehead. 

"William!  What took you so long?!" screams the mother.

"I don't know." replies the child, "I couldn't harness the power."

"William, you are trained and old enough for that to come to you instinctively!  Why did you hesitate?!"

"I don't know mother.  It won't happen again."

"There's a good boy.  Help me up."

The boy and his mother, then continue their walk...

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 These are the things that I have been dreaming.  How would you react to somethig like that?  You'd wake up sweating in a bed with sheets soaked in your own urine, that's what you'd do.  But me, I put it in the back of my mind, and use this experience as a story for people like you.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007 

Current mood:  complacent
Category: Life

"You remind me of the times
When I knew who I was (I was)
But still the second hand will catch us
Like it always does

We'll make the same mistakes
I'll take the fall for you
I hope you need this now
Cause I know I still do"

These are the thoughts that cross through my mind on a continual basis.  My past is catching up to me and i'm scared shitless of what might happen.  If you have known me over the past 3 years you have seen some definate changes in my personality and the way i treat others.  In the beginning, i was 280lbs and the shy, considerate, sometimes funny fat kid that only associated with a select group on a regular basis.  Over the course of the next year and a half i dropped to 180lbs.  Obviously i became more confident in the way i looked, fealt, and acted around others and began to hang out with a broader horizon of people.  But by doing so i lost something that i held dear at one time.  I lost my compassion for those that needed me most.  I slowly but sure became a prick to those around me that meant more than any.  I admit it, i was a prick, still have a little bit of it still in me, but i cant help that. I've lost a lot and gained little, but we all make mistakes.  I need those of you who know who you are to bare with me while i get my shit together.  Eventually, I will arrive at a place where i can be the man i once was, as well as the pros of the current "me", that is my penultimate goal at this time.  Ultimate goal being to beat solitaire! lol, not really but it is to right as much of the wrongs as i can...as i said..bare with me, it is going to take more than just a day for me to do this.  But let me end with this, "I'm sorry.  It takes an outsider to look in and say, 'you fucked up here', what i am attempting to do is look out into the mess i have caused and admit to myself, 'i fucked up, time to tidy this mess up'."

peace

Adam

Wednesday, November 29, 2006 

Current mood:  nauseated
Category: Writing and Poetry

That guy

You come to me
when you find yourself
looking desperately
for someone to love

You come to me
when you are having
troubles constantly
not knowing what you want

When he treats you like shit
And you think you can't go on
Even in your despartive pit
You think only of him

You blindly ask me
why can't i find a good guy
but i tell you honestly
you are looking in the wrong place

I am that that guy
that has always been here for you
But when you look for that guy
I'm the one that gets looked through

-Adam

Friday, October 13, 2006 

Current mood:  calm
Category: Life

It seems to me that, as a person grows and has children of their own, the subconcious way of living is based on the parenting skills that their parents exhibbitted.  If a child grows up in an environment where the prominent parent is consistently working for the necessities of life, showing little 'love' to the child besides keeping them clothed or fed, the child is more like to become a self-sufficient workaholic with much to show for by the age of twenty.  Assuming that they are not subject to extenuating cercumstances such as pregnancy, drug usage, or a criminal history.  Adversely, if a child is raised in a nurturing life-style, where the dominent parent works for the same goals, but shows their love in a direct manner, essentially handing the child whatever they want or feal they need, the child will grow up to be a less independant and will take longer to self-actualize and become productive to themselves as well as their community.  Of the two individuals, the 'less love' will be more likely to show their child the same 'low contact' parenting skills their parent(s) exhibitted towards them.  Whereas the 'loved' child will be more likely to spoil their child and raise a child that will come to expect things to be given to them throughout a good majority of their life.  These people will have a dependancy to their parental figure throughout a good portion of their twenties.  Which category do you fall under?  Once you realize your pattern and decide that you are one of the two types of people, you then have to figure out, for the sake of your child, which type of person you will become in the following days/months/years.

Until next time,

Adam

Wednesday, October 11, 2006 

Current mood:  calm
Category: Life

There Comes a time in every person's life when they have to evaluate their life comparatively against the goals they have set for themselves.  At this juncture, it is imparative that a good majority of these goals should have been met.  If, however, these goals have not been met, a balance does need to be restored.  This can happen using one of two methods.  The first being activation.  In order to accomplish one's goals, one must first push themselves to work on them.  Without some sort of motivation, the chances of putting forth any effort are slim to none.  The second method comes from an outside source.  Having someone there to push you can sometimes be more benificial than pushing yourself, simply because you have no control of how hard you are pushed.  Also, in all reality, this person needs to be someone that you either look up to or in some respect/admire enough to listen to the advice that this person gives as well as the motivation he tries to instill in you.  If you choose not to listen to your "motivator", you are then hopelesly lost in your own uselessness and should give up all hope of being even remotely useful in any form of socialogical state.  I.E. SAVE EVERYONE TIME AND PLAY IN TRAFFIC! Assuming, however, that you have done at least one of the two affore mentioned methods, it doesn't end there.  More than once, if not on a continual basis, you may go through this process and more than once you have to find the drive that betters yourself.  After accomplishing a good amount of your goals, you must rediefine the objectives not met and more extensively break down and list ways in which you can accomplish these goals as well as more reasonable objectives.  Curing Cancer and alleaviating world hunger are not realistic goals unless you are someone like Bill Gates, Donald Trump, or Oprah Winfrey.  Obtaining job security, losing weight, discovering a way to create a form of spontaneaous generation(even on a molecular level..), or even taking over the world are vastly more likely to happen.

Til next time,

peace

Adam

Monday, June 19, 2006 

Current mood:  pissed off
Category: Blogging

The premise is simple, what the fuck is up with kids these days.  I know that I cannot preach too much on the subject, but I have to vent....a little bit.  Lately, I have been noticeing things about people who apparently are my friends.  People that, until recently, proved to be rather worth my time.  But here is my problem.  These people have changed.  Not their personality, but the things they do.  When I was a little younger (I'm still a kid, but for fuck's sake!) it was good enough to drink a little bit (or a lot) and pass out.  That was a good night.  Apparently that just isn't enough anymore.  People are takin pills, smoking some bud (can't point fingers, I've done it (not proudly) but still...not good), crushing up pills and snorting the powder, and from there, delving into worse drugs: meth,coke,speed,acid,etc... There are some people that have devoted their lives to this stuff, but when I see 16 - 18 year olds doing this shit and knowing that I, at one point, had befriended these people, sends a chill down my spine. Especially knowing that one of the closest has been hiding her substance abuse from me for going on a month or 2 now.

Hmm...isn't there something wrong with this picture?  At least tell me what you are doing so that I know you are alright.  Last thing I want is waking up to a phone call from a friend's loved one asking me where this child is, only to find out that they were without me doing something I didn't know about, and dieing because of it.  So yea....if you are reading this and you know that I'm talking about you, we need to talk, otherwise do me a favor.  Drink a beer if you feal the need to get fucked up....seriously.

Monday, May 08, 2006 

Current mood:  determined
Category: School, College, Greek

How often have you been driving, in town or on the highway, only to notice a few things about the person driving ahead?  Negligence of the speed limit(over or under), erratic driving patterns, or even what seems to be a confused or bewildered driver are just some of the things you may notice if you are behind an elderly driver.  Due to the threat that the elderly drivers pose, there should be laws prohibiting their driving, or even requiring accelerated driving and/or vision tests for their license renewal.  Also, there are steps that can be taken to insure safety for the elderly drivers.

                Firstly, elderly drivers are dangerous.  They are a danger to themselves and they are a danger others.  In 1988, an elderly driver of 84 ran over the 3-year-old son of Katherine Freund.  He thought he had run over a dog.  He kept driving.  The boy recovered but suffered minor brain damage.  In 2003, an elderly gentleman of the age 87 ran over and killed 10 people in an open market.  He thought he was pressing the break, when in fact he had his gas pedal to the floor.  Statistically speaking, between 1989 and 1999, fatalities over the age of 70 increased 39% while overall fatalities dropped 9%.  Meaning, drivers of all other age groups are becoming safer drivers whereas the elderly are becoming more and more dangerous to the public and themselves.

                There are plenty of reasons for elderly to not drive, most of which being medical.  Medical conditions that my impair vision or attention, such as dementia, stroke, and cardiovascular disease, and drugs that affect central nervous system add the existing risks that elderly drivers impose. According to the Canadian Journal of Psychiatry, in 2000, there were 34,000 elderly with dementia driving.  It is estimated for that number to jump to 100,000 by the year 2028.  Also, Accidents among drivers over 65 triple that of adults ages 36-65.  This just furthers the need for some sort of restrictions, revocations, or some sort of law to aid in the weeding of safe, mentally able, elderly drivers from the not-so-good ones.

                Lastly, there are already states taking measures to make the roads a safer place.  Renewal-by-mail is not an option for drivers over 70 in Arizona, California, Illinois, Louisiana and New Hampshire. Fifteen states -- Arizona, Colorado, Hawaii, Idaho, Illinois, Indiana, Iowa, Kansas, Kentucky, Maine, Missouri, Montana, New Mexico, Rhode Island and South Carolina -- require accelerated license renewal for older drivers. Illinois, for example, requires drivers ages 81 to 86 to renew their license every two years instead of the usual four, and drivers over 87 must renew annually.  However, Most state restrictions on older drivers focus on license renewal, not road rules. Only Illinois and New Hampshire require a road test for applicants over age 75.  Why not every state use these states as precedent to pass laws accordingly?

                Not only do elderly drivers pose a danger to themselves when they get behind the wheel of a vehicle, but also to those that are on the road with them.  With the given information, it is hard to still believe that elderly should be allowed to drive without an accelerated drivers license renewal or revocation.  If you dont want them to drive, it is easy to alleviate the problem. You can break the car.  When they need to go somewhere, immediately offer a quicker solution.  When they inquire about the time the car will be fixed, say soon, they will be content and forget about it 4 minutes later.  When they are looking for the lost keys, offer a quick alternative for their transportation, theyll soon forget they lost their keys.  The most reasonable of all solution though, would be public transit.  Public transportation is not only less costly, but safer for the elderly as well as the drivers on the road.  Before acting, I would like you to think on this.  Even though elderly drivers may limit their time behind the wheel, they have the highest crash rate per number of miles driven, according to psychology today magazine.

Monday, March 06, 2006 

Current mood:  complacent
Category: Life

Before reading further, I ask one thing.  Keep an open mind.  This goes not only to those that disbelieve in the bible, but also those that do believe in it. 

The given information, which will be rather contraversial to the nonbelievers, is this.  God created Adam in his own image, as Eve was created in Adam's image as his companion and life partner.  That's all.  Now, in order to populate the earth, they had to procreate.  Then their children had to procreate.  Then their children, and their childrean, and their children and so on and so forth in that fashion.

After so many batches of these incest children, birth defects begin to occur.  The birth defects vary, having no ryhme or reason why.  Some of these were considered horridly deformed(and thusly shunned from society), but others were thought to be an improvement and more attractive than the previous version.  That is where natural selection takes over.  Those that were more fit to live, survived to pass on their genes, while the others weren't as fortunate.  Also, the ones that were thought to be more attractive and more likely to survive were the ones more likely to mate and pass on their genes, as well as their defects, to their infants.  This is the basic principle behind sexual selection.  The more fit are the ones most likely to pass on their genes.  Again, after more generations of inbreeding, more defects and whatnot begin to spring up and are eithe rejected or passed on.  This goes on throughout time and we are the most recent biproduct of this selection process.
Given this, who is to say that Adam and Even wouldn't be cast out of today's society.  Reguardless of them being the first "humans", they would barely, if at all, resemble the humans as we know them today.  For all we know, they could be the single cell amaeba that is said to have spawned humanity.  And I leave you with that thought to dwell on and think about as you go about your life on this planet.

Friday, March 03, 2006 

Current mood:  creative
Category: Writing and Poetry

                                                 Jeder Hagelth Hitler!
 Contrary to popular belief, Adolf Hitler was not an entirely bad person.  Some of the ideas he was credited with were mildly excentric, true, but not all were entirely unsubstantiated.  Most, in fact, weren't even his ideas, but those of the German people or of another time.  Realistically, Hitler could possibly have beent he best thing to happen to Germany.  The reasoning is thus: he did not do anything that had not been done before him, all attacks from Germany(at the time) were aggravated assaults, and(due to propaganda) Americans couldn't possibly get a real view of how Hitler was.
 First, Hitler comitted all actos of "war" under the pretense of expansion and purging the society of what he saw as a problem.  Does this sound even remotely familiar?  In the late 1700's-early 1800's, America started what was known as the Indian Removal Act.  This Act was created to purge America of its Indian inhabitance.  In 1800, Thomas Jefferson became president, and as such committed federal government to the future removal of Indians.  In 1812, future president Andrew Jackson was engaged  in a battle with Indians at Fort Mims, whereas they burned down a Creek village, killing men, women, and children.  Jackson then established the tactical rewards of plunder.  When others would mutiny against him he would sentence them to death by firing squad.  One such documented case included a 17-year-old boy who refused to clean up his food and proceeded to threaten an officer with a gun.  Jackson sentenced him to death, then walked out of earshot of the firing squad.  Not unlike Jackson, Hitler also sentence mutineers to death by firing squad or by forcing them to become inhabitance of concentration camps.
 But this isn't the first instance of "expansion" and "purging" by this country, or its discoverer for that matter.  The discoverer of this country, Christopher Columbus, did much of the same things as Hitler in or for the name of "progress".  When Columbus landed on North America in 1492, he was noted to comment that the natives were well built, ignorant of firearms, and that "They would make fine servants."  From there he took some of the natives (by force) aboard his ship to find out information.  They pointed him in the direction to find gold and there he went.  He arrived in Hispaniola(today's Cuba) and was presented with a mask of gold.  He then used pieces from the Santa Maria to construct a fort.  Then, he took more indians, by force, aboard his 2 remaining ships.  At one part of the island he got into a fight with some Indians who refused to trade as many bows and arrows as he and his men wanted.  Two Indians were run through and bled to death.  Columbus then set sail to the motherland; but soon it became cold, the Indian prisoners began to die.  These were just a few of his acts of perversion against the Native Americans.  On his second trip, he aimed to return with slaves and gold.  He found no gold, but plenty of slaves to send back.  He sent 500, but 200 died en route.  On his thrid trip, he enlisted every Indian 14 years old and up.  He had them gather gold and give it to him every 3 months.  In return, he gave them a copper token to hang around their neck.  If they were caught without this token, their hands would be cut off ad they would bleed to death shortly after.  When no gold was left, they shipped all the slaves possible to Spain.  By 1515, there were fifty thousand; in 1550, five hundred.  By 1650, none of the original decendants of the Arawaks were left on the island.  But, for Columbus, he is celebrated annually.  And for Hitler, we mourn the Jews.  For every action there is an equal or greater reaction.  For Hiter, it was his inevitable defeat in WWII, for Columbus, celebration.
 On the other hand, Hitler was a pivotal part of Germany's history.  At the conclusion of the First World War, Germany was sent into a state of depression.  Their land was destroyed, they had no money to repair it, and they were forced to pay all the reprimands due to pay off the war debt.  "The Allied Associated Governments recognized that the Resources of Germany are not adequate, after taking into account permanent diminutions of such resources which will result from other provisions of the present Treaty, to make complete reparation for all such loss and damage." - Treaty of Versailles, article 232.  Since Germany obviously couldn't pay off the war debt, France decided to take the matter into its own hand and in 1923 they attacked and took many German cities for their own.  This was a flagrant breach of international law and was protested against by every section of British political opinion at that time.  So of course, this outraged the German people and they banded together to rebel against France.  They were united in a common goal to get their land back and pull themselves out of their current depression and become a world power yet again.  This was the accomplishments of Hitler.
 Lastly, Americans had no real way of getting the full extent of the happenings in other countries, let alone one that is across an etire ocean.  Remember the gossip game?  The way the game goes is getting a certain amount of children/adults to stand/sit in a row.  The first one thinks of a phrase and whispers it into the next person's ear.  That person then does the same to the next person.  The people continue doing that down the line and when it finally gets to the last person, they have a completely altered version of what the phrase started out as.  The same is true for when American citizens try to get information about current events happening across the ocean or in another country.  The facts get changed, sometimes on purpose, but on accident in some instances.  The times when it happens on purpose is known as propaganda.  Propaganda is usually used to persuade certain people that a cause is just or to persuade against a certain cause.  Not only are they altered based on one person's opinion, but also they sometimes become changed due to the translation.  If something is written German and is then translated into English, it takes on a whole different meaning.  This is known as facts being "lost in translation".
 In conclusion, it is obvious (given the afore mentioned information) that Hitler was clearly misunderstood.  Not only was he comparable to many of our historical figures (including one of the founding fathers), but also much of what he did could have been fabricated due to a gap in the language barrier.  Hitler was not as bad as many uninformed or bias people believe.  Hopefully, due to this essay, there is a clarification that have been made.  Due to aggravated assaults, defamation of character, misinformation by the media, or lack there of, Hitler was made out to be a cynical madman that felt no mercy.

Friday, March 03, 2006 

Current mood:  content
Category: Writing and Poetry

                                                   How to Fabricate an Essay
 Yet another essay assigned by a belligerent, egotistical, self-serving, mono-authoritarian teacher.  Has this ever happened personally or to a loved one?  If it has, there is one sure-fire way to get through this terrible essay, fabricate(make up) the essay.  Fabricating an essay is easier than most people believe.  Simply string unusually large words together, use realistic statistics, and sound knowledgeable about the subject.
 The first essential part of fabricating an essay is to comfortably and yet nonchalantly put in rather bulbous and large words or phrases.  This has multiple applications for an essay.  It gives the reader a sense that the author knows about what he or she is conversing.  It is also an excellent way to expand the writer's vocabulary, as well as those who decide to glance through the essay.  So when it comes to using big words, the thesaurus is your friend.  This also makes the teacher/reader think subconsciously that the author has done a substantial amount of research and put forth a great amount of effor, when in fact it is all fabricated.
 The next important part of fabricating an essay is to use realistic and believeable statistics.  This is the part of the essay that is the most imperative.  Studies at Lindenwood University by the noted Sociologist, Dr. Leinwig, have shown that 78% of all statistics in essays are made up.  Even if the statistic is completely falsified, there is always a way to make it sound believable.  Not only does this give the essay substance, but also within a day or so, a large variety of poeple will be heard useing the figment statistic in conversations with their friends.
 Lastly, but not leastly, definitely sound as though there is much thought and knowledge behind the facts pertaining to the topic of the essay.  "If the facts are believable, then the essay will also be believable." - Dr. Leinwig.  Another way of making it sound knowledgeable is by putting randomly assorted quotes into the essay.  This not only gives the subject a more realistic approach, but it make it also seem as if the author is not the one stating the fact, but instead got it from someone who is recognized a specialist of subject.  Such as, when a student is told somethin in an interview or finds a quote during his or her research, he or she can incorporate that quote into essay, having absolutely no prior knowledge about the contents of the previously mentioned quote.
 In conclusion, the research behind an essay is not as essential as what is done with that research.  If, for example, no research is done and yet the essay contains everything that is needed for that essay, the teacher/reader will not know the difference.  The points that are most important in an essay are to use unusually large words, mention believeable statistics, and sound knowledgeable about the subject.  On a closing note, this entire essay was but a fabrication.

Sunday, February 26, 2006 

Current mood:  bored
Category: Writing and Poetry

   The Beast


 The clouds part after a long overdue storm, revealing the havok it had wreaked.  Homes were torn, families were shattered, but most importantly, the river was overflowing.  The origin of which was as feared as the river itself.  Many tales were modeled after this river but none were really believed.  On it's shore lies a village of sorts.  They are a self supporting people, with their butchers, blacksmiths, and jack of all trades.  Most were family people, but some(those who lived on the outskirts) were witchdoctors and medicine-men.  These were the people of whom the stories pertained.  Most of the stories were of massacistic wizards, or spell-casting daemons.  Today was a day for a new story to be unfurled.  It was the day of Blakon.
 Blakon was a hermit, who really didn't do much of anything, but was thought to be pure evil.  He was not like most, he had 6 toes, mutlicolored hair, and even a birthmark on his right breast that was thought to be a mark of pure devilish fortitude.  Like most outsiders, he did practice magic, but only as a need for self defence against those who would be "heros" and try to "vanquish the daemon" out of a fashion for a knights glory and what not. 
 Out of human nature, of course, this storm was thought to be his doings.  An angry mobb formed and attempted to storm his home.  "Destroy the heart of the beast!" some said, others simply wanted to see his head on a pike.  As the distance between them and the dwelling dwindled, an odur seemed to waft towards them.  "Tis' the stench of evil."  said one wise old man.  Without further delay, they charged.  It was empty.
 "Perhaps there is a secret door or something where he is hiding." said the old man.  They searched and searched for one, but it simply did not exist.  A scream echoed throughout the house.  Near the blind old man lay the mangled body of a man.  He had recently been killed, his lips still warm.  Blood stained Blakon's floor, it had to have been his fault.  But where was he.
 There was a thump against a wall.  As they all turned to see what it was, another trap was set off.  This one taking out 3 or 4 of the village people.  Axes flew through the air from shelves along the walls.  They stopped in midair.  A light shown from the middle of the room.  It was the old man.  There seemed to be a symbol on his right breast that was imminating through his clothes.  His index fingers were on the temples of his head.  In the minds of the remaining villagers a voice rang out, true and clear.
 "I have shown you my power.  I am not he who wishes to harm.  I could have done worse, but I have decided to spare the rest of you.  Go forth now, not as my enemy, but as fellow people."  The image of his birthmark flashed in their minds and went out.  He was gone, along with the bodies of the dead.
 From that day forth, the outsiders were not looked at as daemons or witches.  For, now their attitudes were changed.  No longer did the pholosophy of "Do not trust what is not known." the major way of thinking.  It was now "Accept that which is different and learn from their ways."

 By: Adam Dickey