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Enough already!

First off, we get it. Tea bagging. It’s a double entendre. It doesn’t need to be pointed out any longer. Second, I have a little beef with the people who are doing such bagging of tea. Your symbol is a bag of tea and you are assumed to be perpetrators of a “Modern day Boston Tea Party.” I am not impressed by your lack of historical knowledge. It’s either that or a stand skewing of history to fit your specific situation. Honestly, I am not sure which is it. Let me provide you with a refresher. The date is December 16, 1773, and the colonists are pissed. They want to know why they should have to pay taxes on tea to their British overload without even so much as a say in Parliament. The colonists get together and decide, “You know what? We are tired of this, let’s do something about it, k?” They assembled on a boat and dumped three shipments of tea headed for the motherland right into the Boston Harbor. History is made.

Now can you spot the fundamental difference between these two events? The “revolutionaries” of today are quite represented by their….representatives in congress. They are pissed because they don’t like what Obama is doing. I am afraid to say it, but that’s Democracy. Democracy doesn’t work on a system of everyone gets what they want. It’s based upon a majority vote. Now, it sucks that you don’t like it, and all I can say to that is keep trying to get your message out and protesting and perhaps people will listen and elect officials that will vote in your favor, but DO NOT go around comparing yourself to the revolutionaries of olde. You are represented, find another symbolic gesture.

Please don’t misinterpret this. I think protesting and questioning things is fantastic. People should be involved in their government and if something is fishy to them; they should get involved and try to fix it. That I believe is the true American way. STARS AND BARS! EMERICA! THESE COLORS DON’T RUN! *cough* excuse me.

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PLEASE READ THIS!

This unholy mess of an administration does an amazing job of killing off any remaining hope I have for America. I always wonder how fantastically disgusted our forefathers would be if they see whats going on. This nation is falling into something that reminds me of the third reich. That’s right I am comparing nazi Germany to the United States. I need to very much enforce the fact that I feel this way. Not because of the amazing analysis that Keith Olberman did on his latest special comment, but because I actually feel sick every time I take a step back and look at where our nation is headed. RIght now, just by the pure fact of me writing this, I am now a target for the government. I am bashing the current administration, that probably makes me a terrorist by some fucking ridiculous law that got piggy-backed on a bill to allow the government to spy us. If you are reading this right now, the government knows. They are policing the internet. The internet is something that be free for anyone to put up anything they want. That’s the beauty and usefulness of it. With the extension of the FISA bill we are now granting immunity to giant telecom industries because they helped the government spied on us. That really harkens back to nazi Germany doesn’t it. Changing the laws to better fit the governments needs for a war that doesn’t need to be. An ex-employee recalls that he was ordered to patch EVERY connection running through AT&T’s lines to a room to be recorded and latter reviewed by the government. Room Number 641-A, at the Folsom Street facility in San Francisco. That’s where this will probably end up as well. Mark Klein, the whistle-blower, said it best, “My thought was ‘George Orwell’s 1984, and here I am, being forced to… connect the Big Brother machine.” The worst part isn’t Bush, Cheny, or all the telecom CEOs, who somehow can close their eyes at night and sleep knowing full well everything they have done. No, the worst part is we are letting it happen. A government is a collection of people. The president has power because WE gave it to him. I am sick of people sluffing everything the administration does because it “doesn’t affect them” or “what can one person do?” The president is not immune, neither is congress or any other branch. That’s the beauty of the original system, everything has a check to balance out power. Now we have some bastardized version of it where the president reflects a king or emperor more than anything. So, next time something doesn’t seem right, how about shooting off a letter to your congressman. This is our country and I am sick and tired of people pissing all over our constitution. I do ask that you please watch this video, it is really powerful.

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Kin-tucky

I am forewarning you there is spelling errors.

So, I am officially addicted to the internet. I am outside at 1:30 a.m. in my Nintendo PJ’s, in Kentucky on a very slow (333 MHz for you techy geeks) laptop, with limited to no internet connectivity, and a bunch of natives just walked by me. I can not even imagine what they must have thought. I probably look like the biggest idiot right now. I am also surrounded by a vast number of mosquitoes. I think the mosquitoes understand that I am sort of embarrassing myself to a large extent so for the most part they are leaving me alone. Wow, I am a nerd.

Info on my trip to Kentucky thus far:

Kentucky is hicksville USA. I don’t really care who I am offending because it terribly true. The drive took 6 hours which wasn’t that bad considering I was reading the whole time. During our drive we stop to fill up, fuel and refreshment wise. We stop in the convenience store and to my unsurprise I find a mullet-laiden man with a house arrest anklet on. How charming. Guess what he is buying too. I’ll give you three choices: A. An insightful novel B. Soap and a razor C. Booze and cigarettes. (the answer is C) If you did not choose C. You are hereby dismissed from this blog. Anyway so not only this, but a man and his daughter come in to buy dinner. I must restate this for emphasis. A man and his daughter come into a gas-station to buy dinner. They purchased a large bucket of gas station fried chicken and 2 jalapeno dogs with extra hot sauce. Now ‘dems good eats. AND in this gas station there was a cooler where they usually keep the soda, but according to state law you can not sell cold beer and cold pop. Guess which one they choose, you bet cold beer. Shit, yes son! All this wonderfulness wrapped up in one gas station.

After about 3 more hours we arrive in our destination. Scenic Cadiz, Kentucky. Population: 4 1/2. Man is it a small “town.” I am hesitant even to call it a town. It’s more of a collection of gas-stations and fast food restaurants. After checking-in and eating I decided to sample the local night life. Weeee-oooo, what a selection. I mean KFC, Wendy’s, a closed-down steak house. MAN! After quickly realizing that was a bust I proceeded to ask my dad what he was doing, he said he needed to go to Wal-mart to buy a ink-cartridge to print score cards. We hop on the computer to find the nearest Wal-mart. I mean come on it’s effin’ Wal-mart. There are so many every snowflake could have it’s own. Well guess what? I guess Cadiz wasn’t in Wal-mart’s plan for global domination because the nearest one was 30 minutes away. You really get a sense of being in the middle of no where when a Wal-mart is a rarity. Once we got back from Wal-mart I decided to take some pictures to show you guys the absolute nothingness of Cadiz.


Shouldn’t they just call it fried chicken down here?


Rock out with your cock out!


A gas station that isn’t open 24 hours. Well with MySpace these days what isn’t sacred.


This is kind of the coupe de ta (spelling error maybe, I don’t know French) of my photos. My theory on signs is if they are there that means that the rule they are enforcing has been violated at least once. So good job Kentucky! I can just imagine the romantic evening. You and your lover rushing to a hotel to express your deep passion for each other. Baby! let’s hop on the tractor and head to the nearest Super 8!

That should tide you over for now. I hope to update this again tomorrow and the day after. So for now. Wish me luck as I venture back into this strange and often frustrating land. Cheers. ( I don’t actually say that, but don’t I sound delightfully British?)