| | Current Music: | Just The Two of Us-Bill Withers | | Subject: | Don't Want to be... | | Time: | 12:00 am | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/juicy/cutealiens/angry_a.gif) aggravated |
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| I figured out why Europeans hate Americans so much. Despise us, if you will. I guess the rest of the world hates us too, but I’m gonna be particular right now. I was getting my news from BBC (Once you go BBC, you never go back) and reading up on the failed launch attempt of the space shuttle when I saw this intriguing quote…
I suddenly understood it all. The fucking manager of NASA (how is that even possible?), our SPACE PROGRAM , said aw shucks. AND THAT’S ALL HE COULD SAY ABOUT A FAILED LAUNCH! Holy shit. I looked this guy up and found all the degrees he has: Hale earned a Bachelor of Science in Mechanical Engineering from Rice University in 1976, and a Master of Science in Mechanical Engineering from Purdue University in 1978.
This guy went to Rice and Purdue and all he can say is aw shucks. Goddamnit! So here’s a plea to any Europeans…actually, to anyone else in the world…Please, please believe me when I say this: We’re not all dumb. We’re not all idiots who can only say “Aw shucks” when something goes wrong. Some people can use bigger words here (I can admit we’re the minority).
But I can’t just blame the Americans for being so fucking dumb. I also have to blame news sites like BBC for making sure all of Europe really knows how dumb we are. Was it really necessary to put that quote in bold? And then they bag on our racial inequalities (cue in Dr. Dre. Song here) like they ain’t got none.
And then they give people a chance to talk. They know any Americans will make total asses of themselves. They ask what people’s hopes are for the delayed shuttle mission and an American responds:
Another responds:
They don’t even say the phrase right. HOW DO YOU FUCK UP A PHRASE?! Then a guy from Norway somehow manages to say this:
How the fuck does someone from Norway, which totally lacks a space program altogether, sound brighter than any of the Americans? AHHHHH! HEY ASSHOLES! FUCKING WAKE UP DURING CLASS BETWEEN 1st and 8th grade! PLEASE! That’s all I ask. You don’t have to go to high school, but please pay attention for those first 8 years.
PS On a very ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) flashforward note: Fuck Green Day for ever writing that fucking “American Idiot” song. That would be like me writing a song entitled “I’d Never Be Caught Dead With Anyone Who Got a D in Trigonometry!” | comments: 20 comments or Leave a comment   |
| Best picture ever---no lie.
FUNKYTHERAPTOR (9:35:26 PM): I was munchin on my 'rito and realized dinosaurs are the fucking shit!
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| Hey all. I just wanted to let you know that lately I have been finding myself wanting to do anything but schoolwork. What does this mean for all of you? Free drawings! Here's what's going down:
I will draw something for anyone who wants me to. It is limited to one drawing each. You choose what you want me to draw for you, and if you don't know what you want, you can just tell me to use my "creative genius".
Now, here's how it works. Once you've specified what you want drawn, tell me if you want it hand drawn or computer drawn and whether you want it e-mailed, or sent to you by mail. Also, realize if you choose hand drawn, I will not be able to e-mail it to you (I don't have a scanner---I'm poor).
In either case, you will need to supply me with an address, email or home. If you don't feel secure telling me your e-mail or home address on LJ, you can IM me on AIM at BlueRebelKerpal or e-mail me at Orseus40@hotmail.com I will do the drawings in the order of which I recieve them. So act quick if you're going to act at all. | | comments: 17 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | Have A Nice Day-Stereophonics | | Subject: | My School Day | | Time: | 10:06 pm | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/juicy/cutealiens/working_a.gif) busy |
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| So today I walked into class. It was a rather brisk day, so I had two shirts and a sweatshirt on. Remember, brisk in Los Angeles is 65 degrees. The girl next to me had a belly shirt and short shorts on and I would’ve offered her my sweatshirt, but I was cold, so I thought, “Forget it.”
I hate having to walk from one side of the school to the other in between my first and second periods. Especially at my school. Within those five minutes in between my first and second periods two car alarms went off, one ambulance, two firetrucks and four police cars went by and a smog warning was issued. And this was a good day.
Anyway, I got to second period and sat down in my assigned seat. It made noise whenever I so much as breathed. But I continued to take out my supplies for school: My paper, my pencil and my eraser. I adjusted myself back into my normal sitting position, and suddenly I put my arm down right on the edge of my pencil.
It was like watching some sort of slow motion train crash. The pencil flew up and curved to the right, making it’s way towards the girl sitting next to me, who was speaking in a loud, obnoxious voice. It went right into her eye, point in first. “OW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“Oops, sorry.” I said, as blood spewed all over my clothes and desk. “MY FUCKING EYE, I’M BLIND!!!!!!!” She screamed. “I SAID I’M SORRY, OKAY?!” I yelled back at her.
But, no, the loud, obnoxious brat couldn’t keep her trap shut, “OH MY GOD! YOU FUCKING POKED MY EYE OUT!” So I got up, shoved her and said, “Yeah, well you got blood all over me!!!”
I guess the teacher noticed the yelling so he cautiously walked through the aisle in between our desks and said, “Okay guys, what’s the problem here?” Well, by now the loud, obnoxious girl had the waterworks going and I could see my teacher was starting to feel sympathy, so I knew I had to take the offensive here.
“It’s her fault Mr. Gashmark; she took my pencil and when I gave up trying to get it back she exerted too much force and sent it right into her eye! I swear!” I was pretty sure he bought it.
“Is this true?” He asked her.
But the loud, obnoxious girl wouldn’t respond. She just kept screaming, keeling over in pain, shouting curse words and asking for her parents and a doctor. That was certainly something Mr. Gashmark wouldn’t tolerate---not answering a question. “You’re going to the office, young lady.” He told her. I won the battle, and the war. “Now, sonny, let’s get you cleaned up.” He said in a soft tone.
So I took the hall pass and went into the restroom where I began attempting to get the blood off my clothes. Just as I was about to give up, two Hispanic gangstas popped out of one of the stalls, completely reeking of marijuana. One of them looked in the mirror and saw the blood all over my clothes. “Damn, foo, you go’ fucked uuuppp.” He said, in an almost rhetorical manner.
“Yeah…you should see her.” I replied.
“What, foo?! Hahahahaha,” The two of them erupted in laughter. I didn’t really understand why they were laughing, but started to chuckle, basically because I didn’t want them to shank my ass. “Foo, I keep dis’ shit with me all da time jus’ in case some fucker get his blood on me, or I have to keep my puta in line, you know what I’m sayin’ cabrone?”
I had no clue what he was about to pull out---a shank, a gun, hell, a sword---but to my surprise it was SHOUT! Stain Remover ™. “Ey, you ain’t too whack---for a gringo.” The guy who gave me some SHOUT!™ said.
“Thanks.” I said, and they both left. I spent the rest of the period getting all the blood stains out of my shirt and pants. I went back to class feeling reassured that I had, in fact, done nothing wrong. | | comments: 13 comments or Leave a comment |
| fore·warn ( P ) Pronunciation Key (fôr-wôrn, fr-)
tr.v. fore·warned, fore·warn·ing, fore·warns
To warn in advance.
Hmm, what's warn then?
warn ( P ) Pronunciation Key (wôrn)
v. warned, warn·ing, warns
v. tr.
1. To make aware in advance of actual or potential harm, danger, or evil.
...................okay. | | comments: 7 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | Stone Temple Pilots-Interstate Love Song | | Subject: | The Warped Tour | | Time: | 09:55 pm | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/juicy/cutealiens/thoughtful_a.gif) thoughtful |
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| So Flypaper Cartel is playing the Warped Tour.
THE LINE-UP FOR WARPED TOUR 2005!
http://www.crazewire.com/features/20050314475.php
...Fuck. Well, I give us 1 minute before the emo kids boo us off stage.
P.S. If you have any pictures from when Flypaper Cartel performed at the Greek Theatre, please post them under comments, send them to me, or give me a link. Thanks.
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| | Current Music: | Two Princes-Spin Doctors | | Subject: | Goddamn LJers | | Time: | 12:42 am | | Current Mood: | Bathroomy! |
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| February 20, 2005
TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN:
Some of you may recall an LJ post I did on Ljers constant use of cameras to show off (Click Here to View it: CAMERA USE ). Anyway, I discovered another LJ trend that is bugging the crap out of me.
When I began using LJ every single friend of mine had a public journal. Within 2 months of getting the journal 3 or 4 of my friends had switched to FRIENDS ONLY. This trend has been continuing and, I must admit, has made me worry a little.
I also noticed something else. Most of the friends-only journals are done by, you guessed it, guys---girls. Coincidence? I dare to say no. (Oh God, women, please don’t scream at me!!)
I must postulate a theory now. Girls will create and have created almost every single Livejournal that is friends-only. If not girls, gay guys or guys who don’t quite understand who they are yet. Here are some quick facts:
1. Out of all my friends, I have four that are friends-only users. They are all girls.
2. In a random search for a friends-only livejournal user, the first one I discovered was that of a woman.
Man, seriously, what the fuck? No offense to the four of you, but: YOU CAN’T BE THAT INSECURE! Why would anyone make their LJ friends-only? Wanna know why? To see their friends number shoot through the roof. Here’s an example of the typical friends-only ANNOUNCEMENT PAGE!
Her excuse? LJ is nothing but blabbering for her. Holy shit! A blog used for blabbering? Stroke of fucking genius!! But wait---there’s more. This (being the blabbering) is why she hates LJ’s. She continues, “I would rather it be a little more personal.” I relent, let the woman speak her mind, “I will still post…silly crapols.” Hmm, it couldn’t be that you maybe were just hoping that your friends would shoot up from 10 to, hmm, perhaps, 66? Noooo!! None of you would do anything like that.
See here’s why it bugs me: If you were really worried about other people viewing your thoughts, you wouldn’t write in an online journal. You would either call a trusting friend or write in a real journal. Rather than do this, you post your very “personal” thoughts to your friends…or rather anyone that replies to your “ANNOUCMENT!!!!!!” That is so deep! *Sniffle*
And if you’re really worried about what your ex-boyfriend will think about what you’re writing about him, THEN DON’T WRITE ABOUT HIM! Honestly though---if all you’re writing about is your day, or some garbage like that, you don’t need to make it friends only. Your enemies and friends will lose interest soon enough.
This is why I admire most of my friends. Cause they “Keep it real”. Way to go guys. Seriously. Most of you don’t need to wuss out to get your friends count up. Sometimes I feel like only a few people must read my LJ---but then it dawns on me---you don’t have to friend me to read my journal. That is why I will again praise these LJ’s for rarely being god-awful and uninteresting and not perishing into the lonesome and predictable fate of friends only
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| | I know I am not the type to have a heart, in fact, many may call me heartless. But, today, I am asking for a real favor from anyone who has ever read this LJ, whether they liked it or not. With over 125,000 dead, millions homeless and more displaced and injured, things are looking really awful for the people in Southeast Asia. Please, please, please, during the season of giving, help make these people's New Year less terrible. Though there is nothing that can be done to reverse what has happened, any amount of money can help. Please, donate to any organization you know. If you don't know any, I can help you out, or if you don't feel like learning about organizations to donate to, give me the money and I promise you, I will donate it to Doctors Without Borders. I know this is asking you all for a lot, but please give, even if it's just a little, to any organization. I've already donated $40 to my choice, what will you do to help? | | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | Runnin'-Biggie & 2pac | | Subject: | A Story | | Time: | 11:33 pm | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/juicy/cutealiens/anxious_a.gif) scared |
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| God knows I hate boring stories on LJ's. But tonight, I come not to post a cartoon, rant or rave. I come to you with my first story in a very long time. Please, if you have the time, read it.
Tonight, was on of the scariest nights of my entire life. But we'll get to that later. We need to build up to the climax. Here goes:
It was 6:53. I remember the time because whenever I use AIM it tells me the time IM's are sent and received. Jeff and I were bored. Really, really bored. So as I sat there blankly staring at the computer, I decided to be decisive. We were going to hang out and do "drive-by smoke bombings". It would be fun. I would also check and see if my friends Griff and Dev wanted to get in on the fun.
It was 6:57. Jeff was calling and I was about to leave the driveway. "Hello?" I asked. Jeff was eating and attempting to speak to me through a mouthful of God knows what. I didn't listen, it was impossible to hear him anyway. "Look, I'll come get you after I go see Griffin and Dev." I said. "Pall pall me shwhen mew..." He was attempting to talk to me with his mouth full and while I was on my cell. I some how deciphered what he was trying to say. "Yeah, I'll call you when I get to Griff's house. Bye."
It was 7:04. I got to Griff's house and pulled into the driveway. Whoops, not far enough. SCREEECH...I left burn marks on his driveway. ::Sigh:: I walked to the door, rang the doorbell and Griff's mom, Tammy, answered. "Hi!" I said and she let me in. Griff was nearby. Dev came running down the hallway asking for his stupid Xbox controller. I gave it to him. We all head to the back where Griff's Xbox was burning music and his computer was on; some first person shooter was being played by Griff. I looked. "Half-Life 2?" I asked. "No. Tribes something. Dev, what is it called?" Dev answered, Griff's question. Well, I was restless and didn't feel like hanging around in a house playing video games all night. Something I usually do everyday---sadly. I asked them if they wanted to come along with Jeff and I. They indecisevly and after a very long period of time, chose no. I asked a few more times, to no avail. So I headed outside. Griff walked me to the door.
It was 7:14. I got in my car and gave Jeff a call. I said I'd be at his house in 15-20 minutes. He said okay. We hung up. I suddenly realized I wanted to show Griff and Dev my COOL NEW iPOD WITH iTRIP WHICH ALLOWS YOU TO PLAY YOUR MUSIC THROUGH YOUR CAR STEREO OR ANY STEREO WIRELESSLY!!! "Overcompensating for something?" You may ask me. ::ahem:: Yes. So they came outside, took a look and listen. Agreed it was rock solid awesome. Then I told them about the smoke bombing that was planned. I showed them the smoke bombs. "These are the little ones." Dev said. He agreed to set one off to prove it to me. He lit it up and threw it way, way up---and straight on to a car. Well, I jet.
It was 7:24 and I was speeding down 3rd Street. 45...no, wait, 50 mph. Cutting people off, blasting my music, speeding. And my mom thinks I'm a good driver. Pssshhh. I was quick to arrive at Jeff's.
It was 7:29. Jeff was in front of his house, waiting for me. He got in and pretended he was a drug dealer. All is good, and slightly funny. We decided who's house we'd smoke bomb and headed over to it. We called him to make him go outside so we could throw them directly at him. No one picked up. Our plans are ruined. We decided to go back to Griff's and pick them up, maybe go to Starbuck's or something. We arrive at Griff's house. I called him from outside. "ORSON'S ACTUALLY BEING DEMANDING!" He yelled to Dev. They try to go, but Griff's mom says I'm too young to be driving people around. She's right. At this point, Jeff and I are completely and utterly out of ideas. "Want to call Luigi, see if he can come?" Jeff asked. "Sure." I said.
It was 7:53. We arrived at Luigi's and he got in the back. I noticed I needed gas. I went up to Franklin to get the cheap stuff. $1.95. Jeff went in to ask for $5 worth. I pumped that shit in my tank and got back in. Time to roll, bitches.
It was 8:01. Jeff spotted a police car. I was scared, even though I hadn't seen it. I proceed to make an illegal left on to Franklin. I noticed Luigi had my iPod and was playing Soundgarden. Not the best music to be riding to. But I didn't say anything. After a long while of arguing, we decided to go to Larchmont, where we then decided to get candy at Rite-Aid... exciting . We went to Blockbuster and then went back into the car.
It was 8:55. I called my mom. I said, "I'll be 15 minutes late." Suddenly, shit was about to get crazy.
It was 8:59. We were going up Van Ness to take Luigi home. Jeff was now in control of the iPod. Billie Jean comes on. We blasted the radio, rolled down the window and I started irradically driving. I'm swerving the car from one side of the street to the other, braking to the music. Suddenly, a mediocre night, became a fucking kick ass night. Then I saw that we coming up on some people on the sidewalk. I begin to overdo it. I'm braking like crazy and having too much fun. We turned to look at them. Cholo's. Oh shit. I stop fucking around. We're nervously laughing, loudly. I sped up to make a right at Melrose. I quickly make the turn and cut across a lane so I can make a left. OH SHIT. We all noticed a cop behind me. Switch to Present Perspective:
"Shit dude! Slow down!" Jeff yells. I look in my rearview. His lights aren't flashing yet...Yes, he's sped up, but maybe he isn't after me. I'm shaking. Did I do anything illegal? I wasn't speeding. I used my signal to go into the left lane...Shit. I hadn't stayed in the right lane while making my right turn. Did he notice? I reach for the volume as I come to a halt in the left turn lane. The light's red. The cop stops in the farthest right lane. Then suddenly he jolts at least 10 feet forward. I look up. The light is still red. The cop comes to a screeching halt. "I've never seen a drunk cop before." I say out loud. Dumb. Dumb. Dumb. He does it one more time. By now, the guy is sitting halfway in the intersection. It's still red. Finally, it turns green. I inch into the intersection, watching the cop through my peripheral vision. He keeps driving forward. I breath a premature sigh of relief. FUCK SHIT ASS BITCH! THE COP CUTS TWO LANES OF TRAFFIC AND SPEEDS IN JUST ONE BLOCK SO AS TO GET INTO THE LEFT TURN LANE. He's after me. He's gonna cut me off on the next block. Traffic clears and I fucking jam. I'm shaking and stuttering. "What do I do?!?!?!?! He's after me!!!" I'm yelling. Luigi and Jeff are freaking out now, too.
I keep driving, but Murphy's Law seems to be in effect. I've hit the longest block in Los Angeles. "Turn right here!!" Jeff yells. "WHERE?!" I yell, "There's nowhere to turn!!" I keep driving. Finally a very poorly lit block arrives, the first block after my left turn and I make a right. I attempt to turn off my lights to no avail. STUPID ASS NEW CARS!! Incapable of turning off lights when it's too dark!!! "Park!!!" Jeff yells. I do. No cop. Jeff realizes something, "He was trying to turn left on a one way street and it's going the opposite way he was trying to." I'm slightly releaved, but still very paranoid. I try to figure out a way to turn off my lights while still in the middle of this dark street. I turn off the car engine and it continues to roll forward, I'm not worried though. I put it in park. <36> CRRRRRKKKKKKKKKKKKKK </36>. My car has stalled. "FUCKKKK!!!!!" I begin to meltdown. "WHAT DO I DO?!?!?!" I shout.
Jeff, always calm, instructs me to turn the car completely off and try turning it on. I try three times. Third time is the charm. SHHHRRRRRK VRUUUUM. Engine on, baby. We are, once again, good to go. The night will end slowly, with me never again going over 35, but I swear on my life I will not break a single law. Phew. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | I Feel Good-James Brown | | Subject: | Television | | Time: | 11:10 am | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/juicy/cutealiens/satisfied_a.gif) complacent |
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| So I have taken it upon myself to do a three part series on the major media forms welcomed by people all over the world:
Television
Radio
and music.
Screw you if you don’t think music is a media form. I’ll proclaim anything I want a media form. Anyhow, I’ll start with Television.
Television---the gateway to oblivious bliss and non-thinking. An artificial form of temporary ecstasy---and I’ve loved it since I was four. In fact television has brought my mother and I together more than once. I remember fight after fight getting resolved by me flipping the television on to some funny program, only to find my mother and I sitting next to each other laughing. We still hated each other, but at least we were laughing.
Everything was better just a few years ago. Not only were networks better, but so were commercials, because somehow and for some reason the companies cared about the consumer…Well okay, they never cared about the consumer, but at least they respected the consumer enough to place funny/entertaining ads.
I’ll start with my childhood favorite: Nickelodeon had a ton of truly entertaining programs (ie: Rocko’s Modern Life, Are You Afraid of the Dark?, Pete and Pete, the good All That) and they also had something called “Nick at Nite” which was on every night from 8-12. Nick at Nite aired The Wonder Years, I Dream of Genie, Bewitched, I Love Lucy, The Mary Tyler Moore Show and the Dick Van Dyke Show (okay, everyone can start laughing at his name, now). I literally whittled away hours of my life in front of that glowing set.
Does anyone else remember that?
As I entered the third or fourth hour of television every night and began to forget everything I had just learned at school a few hours before, my mom would walk in and tell me to go to bed. Big mistake. I’d start screaming, shouting, kicking, crying and running around like a maniac because, “I JUST WANT TO WATCH ONE MORE AD!!!!!!” She knew me better. “One more ad”= “I want to watch until I fall asleep in front of the television with some milk near me and wake up with a dried milk mustache and rug burns on my body, like some unyielding drunk.”
I had an undying love for Nickelodeon, and though I hate to admit it, up until about three or four years ago, I still watched the network. But the network changes have changed me---and my undying love for Nickelodeon. Now when I turn on Nick this is what I see:
Three words. What…the…fuck? Does that not ruin the whole idea of Rugrats? And All That. When I heard it was coming back I got really excited…then they said: “JAMIE SPEARS…YOU KNOW!…THE SISTER OF BRITNEY SPEARS!…IS JOINING ALL THAT!!!!” ::sigh:: Keenan and Kel, where have you gone?! Oh yeah, I forgot about Fat Albert:
“Hey! Hey! Hey!” this, you fat, greedy piece of shit.
And then there’s MTV. Music Television? What Music? Let’s see, the last video I actually saw on “Music Television” was about three years back at 5 in the morning. I kid you not. The same goes for VH1. They’ve even started to transform MTV2 into nothing less of nothing-but fucking reality shows. Again, three words. What…the…fuck? How can one network based on music videos turn into solely reality TV shows? God Save MTV.
Even things that were good a few months ago have turned sour. Del Taco ads used to be hysterical, and though I have been keen to see the slow degradation of the humor in them, the latest ads have to have been the first time I haven’t even chuckled at a Del Taco ad with Dan in it. And the Sprint ads. What happened? Literally, here’s one of their new ads:
Awesome Trench Coat Guy : WHO’S WINNING?! (In reference to football game currently going on, that his bus randomly pulled up to)
People : WE ARE!! (“Blue team” is faintly yelled)
ATCG : Well, you know how else you win this season? (cue commercial for Sprint)
That way, everyone is a winner.
People : YEAH!!!!!!!!
ATCG : Then you can spend the money on laundry (in reference to muddy clothes worn by families)
Black Mother and Daughter : Hahahahaha! Thanks!
When did awesome trench coat guy become lame trench coat guy?
PT II Soon. | | comments: 12 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | Hey Ya-Outkast-The Love Below | | Subject: | The New US | | Time: | 10:54 am | | Current Mood: | busy |
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| Are you sick of the Republican ideology and Evangelical Christian ideals turning this country into a country almost as bad as a place like Iran? Do you want to stop the disintegration of the separation of church and state? Do you hate the War on Iraq? Are you sick of corporate corruption? Want to start on a new slate? Do you just want an escape?
Fellow Americans, I offer you my plan for a new America. An improved America. An America that is liked by everyone in the world. An AWESOME United States:
Think about it my fellow citizens (and non-citizens). The advantages of departing from the patriarch that is America far outweigh the disadvantages. We could bring all the troops back from Iraq because the United States of Awesome never submitted to being involved in the War on Iraq. We’d literally destroy the population problem in one swift blow. Not only would the population be cut from 281 some odd million to 97.8 million, but most of those cut off would be right-wing conservatives. WOO-HOO! Think of how quickly the United States of Awesome could develop hydrogen fuel cell cars, solar powered homes and use stem cell research to cure every disease known to man! We won’t need the dirty oil from Alaska and we won’t need to support vast wastelands like Utah, Idaho, Nevada and Oklahoma, where all they have going for them is Mormons, potatoes, gambling and dirt.
So my fellow Awesomians, depart this country and what it has become. We shall say fair well to the land that “was” and create our land that “will be”! | | comments: 10 comments or Leave a comment |
| | You people have got to be joking, I went back on my friends page and every entry I've seen was about someone's weekend. Hmmm, I think something important just happened...Can't put my tongue on it...Something election? Presidential election! That's it! Not important enough for you people? And I can see all the entries now..."I CAN'T BELIEVE KERRY LOST!" Wow. Brilliant. How about actually following and learning politics and don't just say you're pro-Kerry because everyone else is. Even though he lost the popular vote. Bye. | | comments: 4 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | Heard it Through the Grapevine-Marvin Gaye | | Subject: | Are you ready to VOTE?! | | Time: | 08:51 pm | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/juicy/cutealiens/optimistic_a.gif) hopeful |
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| I know a lot of you are undecided or aren't old enough to vote, but I think I know a solution to the next election. Remember to vote Orson in the next election. I swear to you I will reverse every bad decision ever made in the history of the universe and will only make good decisions. Don't think I will? Elect me once and if I haven't done that by the end of my first term, elect me again.
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