So I have been in a blogging mood so you get a super packed Blog

Starting with this movie I watched on Turner Classics. An old retro movie with people who have out of date hairstyles. It was great the bad guy tried to perpetrate a fraud on the people of Illinois by trying to sell the open Senate seat to the highest bidder. It's one of those things that anyone with a brain wouldn't try. Especially in a 24 hour a day news cycle. Well they got him in the end. He was brought under charges and released for what I can assume was a lot of money back then. 4,500 dollars I believe it was. Can you believe that? If that happened today it would be something like 250,000 dollars.

It wasn't till a few minutes into the movie that I looked down at the bottom of my TV screen and read MSNBC. That's right, our Governor is an idiot. The only thing I can say is really??? Really??? Come on Gov, you didn't think you'd get away with it?  Rumors of his criminal activity have been circulating since 5 hours after he was elected. You don't think it would be smart to sweep your office and home for listening devices?  Or better yet, don't be a criminal. I mean really???? It goes to show children that anyone can grow up to be Governor or President. There's no test or anything just run. What's with that hair???

Finally I have been accused lately of not having the Christmas spirit. In fact I know a couple of people who will be unhappy with this blog. The only reason I'm a crank when it comes to Christmas is I'm not exactly sure what that means. Is it about giving? Do I go with the Santa story? I'll tell you it bugs me a little to think of some stranger with a glandular problem sliding down my chimney and leaving me stuff. It's like a jolly stalker. Comes once a year leaves presents just freaks me out a bit. If we go the Jesus route well I'll tell you I got some bad news.

An Australian Astronomer has developed a complex charting software has allowed astronomers to map the night sky as it would have appeared more than 2000 years ago and has revealed a spectacular astronomical event at the time of Jesus' birth.   
Using the Bible book of Matthew as a reference point, Mr Reneke pinpointed the planetary conjunction to an exact date in 2BC.  He shows that the star that the three wise men followed was actually Venus and Jupiter moving across the constellation of Leo on June 17, 2BC.The conjunction of the planets was so close, he said the planets would have appeared as one bright star even with the naked eye. So that being said Christmas should really be in the summer time. I'm just saying that Christmas has a couple of themes that are synonymous with Christmas. These themes are a guy that travels around the Earth on one night. A baby that was born to be Jesus Christ on Dec. 25^th , that according to some sciences wasn't born until 2BC and in June.

So what do I do? I'm not saying I'm just saying.

The act of art is the creation of something sometimes original. Something beautiful, something that makes you feel. The aspect of someone being a work of art holds to the same definition. There are people out there that spark our imagination, and make us think about life. So how upsetting it is to see a person diminish themselves. Loved and appreciated by most. She wasn't ever referred to as cool. To call her that lumps her in with all other cool people and I believe that term to be relative. She's original.

As of late that spark has gone away. Letting the whims of lesser mortals affect her.  Affect her work and affect her very being. I've been there before so it's hypocritical of me to admonish her for it. I can say I might feel the same way. When is enough, enough? When do we move on and get back to work? Creativity is never lost, it's only misplaced. We feel so much that the only way to keep us from going insane is to throw it into work. That's my advice to her. Use it. Use the stupidity for your own purposes. Utilize the fact that you are helpless to fix what you can't manipulate, and enrich what you can. Just hoping I see her again.

Is it careless to be clueless? Or is it the act of being clueless that makes you careless. If you don't know it's not your fault. You remain innocent by the mere idea of being clueless. However if you don't take the time to discover what's right, I believe that makes you careless. I didn't have any idea. Innocent! I was mislead. Not guilty. Nobody told me. Move along.

I did what I wanted but didn't worry about the repercussions. Careless! Yeah I knew that would happen I just didn't care. Reckless! However the act of being clueless shouldn't be overlooked. It's up to all of us to weigh the options. If I do this, this will happen. If I go over here, over there will be left alone. It's not enough to say I had no idea. Get one! You have a brain. Things don't happen by magic. They don't get better until you fix them. There is no room for passive behavior in life. Nothing good comes to those who don't work to achieve it. Go out and grab while the grabbing is good. Sitting around waiting for it to get better will never get you what you want. It's careless to think so. It makes you clueless to believe anything else.

They will say that his better angels were shouted down by his worse demons. What does that mean anyway? I've heard it all before. What do I care? What does anyone care? Everyone has to do for them to quiet the entities on their respective shoulders. They whisper in your ear. Then they turn and whisper in someone else's ear. Where does it all end? What do I look forward to when the lights go off and it's just me and the demons. When all the angels have gone home you start to wonder why it is when you are so fragile at the end of the day they leave the two of you alone. I like the dark, it's quiet. It's like the audience's stillness while they wait for the stage lights to come on. Next time you go to a show listen. The only sound you hear are the actors getting into place. It's been said all the worlds a stage. It's up to us to remember that. The next time its dark, listen you can hear the players moving around on stage waiting to start the next scene.

Where am I? When did I stop being the guy I was, and become the guy I am. Echoing the words of Hunter Thompson "too weird to live, to rare to die" Or better yet 'lets get down to brass tacks, how much you want for the ape?"

He would write it down in a book for himself and not the world. Blogging has made me lazy. No need to write in a book, when I can throw it on a media in direct competition with another media. That other media I believe is getting us used to having our personal info out for everyone to read. It's a FacelessBook of nobody's fucking business. The blog allows it to be out there forever. Only deleted by me and ignored by the masses. Ignored by the masses, the creed written on the genius's grave stone. Never cool,, never relevant. Always weird enough to acknowledge, but never interesting enough to ask what, or why. If and when it becomes relevant it ceases to be property of the brain that made it. It now becomes fodder for the idiots who can't come up with their own ideas. Don't worry they'll borrow yours. Not really understanding them, but they know it word for word so it doesn't matter anyways.

With the election of Barack Obama one could view our country as taking a turn for the better. However cloaked in the illusion of better things to come, a dark cloud has been allowed to hang over us. Proposition 8 a law that would ban gay marriage was passed. So on the day when our country shouted that anyone could do anything they put their minds to be tarnished by the weak minded and frightened.  

California was the battleground for this debacle. On Election Day rights that gay men and women possessed were stripped away. A proposition funded by the Mormon Church. You hear that California?? They've made Utah a religious police state now they turn the sights of their lunacy to you.  It isn't enough to speak out against gay rights. They struck a blow for their side and in my opinion not enough people are talking about it.

So why? Are the gays of America pestering the religious Nazis of America with invitations to their god less weddings? Are they rubbing it in your face that they have a better success rate then a "normal god fearing marriage" has? What is it that upsets you so much? Oh I know it's the fact that they are adopting and caring for the unwanted children that you fought so hard not to have aborted. I bet that really pisses you off. It's not so much that you believe in a God that grants wishes and punishes those who don't ask for favors. It's that you can't stand people who are happier than you.

It all goes down to we are scared of what we don't understand. This is a type of person who has figured out who they are, and what they want. Those too afraid for so long to be who they really are. Two people who can identify with each other. A person that went through this change can look at another person who went through the same change and fall in love. Two people who have a deep respect for each other who want to be together. Two people who have decided they want to spend the rest of their lives together and either have a child of their own, or adopt one who wasn't wanted. Two people are the words. TWO!!!!! Not two plus the religious jack asses who don't have the slightest clue what they are apposed to. I want to enact proposition 9 to be placed on the next ballot. Prop 9 will take away the right to practice religion. Not fair?? Yeah that would suck having a right you always had stripped away from you. Especially by those of us who don't practice a specific religion, and wouldn't miss the right if it was gone.

Today we turn a corner. We find ourselves in a brave new world. The age of bigotry has been muffled. I say muffled for it'll never be truly silenced. It still lingers in the minds of the intellectually mediocre. From the halls of the South that still sport Confederate flags and call it a sign of southern pride. Through every other part of our country. Parts where hatred is spewed in hushed tones. Tones that due to political correctness never eradicate hatred, only quiet them down.

We after 232 years of stupidity finally realized that we are not the beacon of equality we claim to be. Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses, yearning to breathe free.  The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest – lost to me. I lift my lamp beside the golden door. That is on our front door. As of earlier years it has been replaced by one of those Yosemite Sam door mats that say "Back off" We are back to that beacon of hope.

            Barrack Obama is the first black president of The United States of America. A greater achievement is not the electing of a minority but the electing of a potential honest man. We do not yet know exactly what he will do. I can't look into the future. I just have a feeling that has been missing for eight years. That feeling is hope. Divisiveness is gone with the way of the dinosaurs (or for you Republicans: Jesus Horses). It's time to come together under a banner of equality and work together. Realize that nothing productive will ever be accomplished without cooperation. It's up to us to achieve a new level of understanding. It's up to all of us to realize our collective fates are intertwined. Most importantly it up to all of us to get our heads out of asses and get to work. This is only the beginning.

It doesn't matter. Nothing I do means anything. What could I do? I am only one person. We are given a voice in this country. We are able to voice our opinion without worry of repercussion. We are able to scream at he top of our lungs "we don't want anymore of this shit!" Scream it so loud that it shatters the glass ceilings that keep you poor, and the wealthy rich. The world is being run by the mediocre, while the exceptional is losing its grip. Get off your XBOX360 playing asses and vote.

They invoke a false claim and try to tell you they care if you eat or not. The companies they represent are foreclosing on our homes, yet they claim to be in the capital working for you to keep it. The economy is crumbling like stale bread and they feed more and more of our money into it. It's like putting a barbie band aid on a gaping bloody wound. We are bleeding make no mistake. We are losing blood, and we are losing our souls. American freedoms are going fast. What can I do? I can speak the fuck up. Tell the war hawks that we won't watch our countrymen die for nothing anymore.

We are losing our identity. An image my grandfather went to war for. We are swiftly becoming the black hat with the handlebar mustache. They want us to vote for Grandpa Munster and Peggy Hill. Really??? Really??? Get up and use your voice. I would like to say I don't care who you vote for, but I do. It's none of my business who you vote for. You need to get involved you need to speak up. It's all we have left. I'm telling you vote now. If they have their way it's the next to go.  

Tonight Barrack Obama for lack of a better phrase put the final Smackdown on the McCain campaign. How did he do this you ask? He did it by refusing to fight. Like a boxer McCain's people got him ready. If he says this you come at him with this. When he replies with this you hit him with this. Well I'm sure to someone a little less collected, that strategy would have worked. However Senator Obama didn't take the bait. Instead he focused on the issues. What? Yes the issues. Every time John McCain tried to lure him into an argument by spewing his lies, Obama came back with facts.

McCain came off petty and scared. Perhaps the best part of the debate was when Obama finally got McCain to accuse him of the ridiculous idea that he pals around with terrorists. Up until recently it has been lipstick pit bull Gov. Palin and republican sycophants who have kept the ridiculous story going. However tonight we heard it straight from Grandpa Munster's mouth. McCain started by saying he repudiates the rumors (which he doesn't), he ended by strengthening Obama's claim. McCain even spouted that stupid idea that he announced his presidential campaign in Ayers living room. Not true by the way.

In the end McCain was ready for a fight. Obama won this debate by not giving it to him. He also let a softball the size of Jupiter fly by him when asked if he thought Gov. Palin was qualified to be President. Obama didn't give them the chance to call him sexist. He merely stated that it's a decision left up to America. The mindless pundits say that Obama let an opportunity to "mix it up" with McCain go by. When you are potentially 10 points up you don't have to mix. I also think it wise to figure out the move your opponent wants you to make, and not play into his hands. I'm sure McCain had any number of come backs for Obama. He just decided not to play his game. In my opinion the best move to make. My final question goes out to both candidates, Joe the Plumber???? Really??? What about Patrick the actor? What about Mike the Policeman?  What about America the country? That's what we want to hear about.

Joe the Plumber count:

John McCain 27

Barrack Obama 4