Everyone else is watching TV and believing the propoganda that TV News vomits on them. The Big Corporations own the media, this is why the media lies and can't tell us the truth. That is why there is nothing but yellow journalism now. I stopped watching TV over two years ago. I sometimes read BBC news or Huffington Post online if I have the backbone to feel the nausea about a world I feel powerless to change. I see this world becoming exactly what Minority Report demonstrates (movie starring Tom Cruise, the book was better)... Corporations own this world. War has always been a way to make blood money. The United States is in so much debt we are in a depression and the rich don't see it and the new unemployed homeless know but no one seems to notice that there are more beggars, hungry beggars in our streets than before.
Our only hope is for the next generation to become what the hippies of Woodstock were, protesters and activists, but technologically and educated ones. Perhaps this is why the United States conitues to cut back on education and makes college impossible to get into unless you are amoung the rich. The rich get richer, the poor get poorer and Obama realizes slowly that he is the J Edgar Hoover of our times. I don't listen to Rush Limbaugh, I don't regurgitate any of the negative crap on TV or the radio because having been a girl raised on a military base, I recognise propoganda when I see it. Our fourth and fifth amendment rights have been degraded, we are killing millions of civilians to pay back the debt that Reagan got us into because of his nightly nightmares of a nucleur holocaust. He spent and got us into debt to buy us out of the cold war, and now we are sending corporations, not our fragile army to fight wars and make money just so the rich can keep the illusion of what money they think they do have. Obama may have kept the stock market from crashing when he borrowed even more from Peter to pay Paul.
We still have the illusion of two parties, the democrats and the republicans, but in reality, our government and our Country is being run by local and international Corporations: The Pharmeceutical Companies, the Insurance Companies, The Credit Card Companies and Banks, and the "Security" Contractors that charge our government enormous fees to kill innocent civilians so that Americans can continue to ruin the environment and live in the illusion of decadence that they have become accustomed to.
There are no black and white debates over the many issues that plague this country, no one seems to see the middle ground, there are three sides to a coin, and the edge of the coin is the third side, and it is the one where we should all be, realizing that the entire world is in this all together: we are over populating this world. Either we take care of it, or it will be taken care of for us by plague, climate changes, or World War III, that we are at the brink of experiencing, and we should be terrified instead of in shock or blindly in apathetic denial.
When the Baby Boomers who have filled our land fills with garbage and toxic chemicals, destroyed this world in two decades, are in hospices, it will be the next generation, our teenagers, who will be left to pick up the pieces and try to change this world into something livable.
They are already joining the Peace Corps, joining causes, protesting not in the streets, but on the internet. The Baby Boomers are so stuck in their ways, they don't even see the outrage, because they can barely operate a cell phone, much less check their own email. Twitter? What's that? They ask? Facebook? I don't have the time, I don't want to, they say. World War III is being protested not only by my generation, but my generation's children. They want to make the world green, they want cars that run on vegetable oil or hydrogen. The want free medical care for all of our children. They want real food, not chemicals. They want affordable, quality medical care, They want Insurance companies that actually pay out for accidents that they claim to insure, they want small businesses to be able to stay afoot with Walmart buying up the block, they want to end torture and child slave labor in other countries that our products are made by, they want so much for their own children. So many of them will have to go into medicine just to take care of the soon to be neglected and dying elderly Baby Boomers lying alone in nursing homes in a country that doesn't respect it's elders or even knows what an extended family is for.
We have been a Country divided for so long by the very Corporations that we are each indebted to with mortgages and credit cards.
Soon, the Countries we owe, Japan and China will get tired of our arrogant and narcisistic bumbling, still thinking that we are the most powerful nation in the world, That the USA is the world and nothing else exists. Soon the news will be filled with food riots in our own streets and perhaps we will become one of the third world nations as the Chinese moves in with THEIR security contractor companies to keep us in line.
Pakistan and Israel are powder kegs, and we are about to step over the line. Obama is a figure head with no power over a lame duck congress, and our legislative branch, the Supreme Court is tied up in so many loop holes of destroying our constitution that our Country has become something that is close to Totalitarian, not Capitalist, or even Deocratic but perhaps something more like the Serfdom and Feudal systems of the dark ages. Jefferson is rolling over in his grave, and perhaps even John Adams is too. Another Civil War may be on it's way, only this time, martial law will be declared and our right to bear arms or habeus corpus will not exist. We already have concentration camps in our own country and in other countries. We alreaady have military bases in other Countries that we have no business being in. We are in trouble, serious trouble, and so many Americans don't even know it. TV. Public Education. Dumb down the masses, so they don't know. Keep them from panicing as the world is about to explode.
So this is my plee to our Children, now aged 16 to 24: You can fix this. You can do this. It has been done before. Perhaps there will be blood, but is not freedom worth dying for? Or is true freedom to frightening?
So I sit in my chair and look out the window and watch the world go by, and hope that my children are strong enough to fix the horrors that my parents generation, the hippies who became rich and complacent... lazy and self indulging... have done to this world. I can only hope that Social Security will still exist in my old age, but I have a feeling that if the next generation doesn't become protesting activists, that we will No Longer be The United States of America, but the New Colonies of China.
Who cares if this country is speaking both Spanish and English? This is not the problem. In Europe, they speak four or five languages and they get along just fine. Our true problem, the world's true problem is population control. Our Religions are to blame, our natural biological clocks that are ticking, telling us to replicate the species when the planet that is a petri dish with a virus growing so quickly that it will kill itself in it's own shit in only a few minutes. A few years to us is the few minutes that the Petri dish represents.
Perhaps it will soon be _Soylent Green_ mixed with _Minority Report_ and _28 Days later_. This explains why the younger generation has nightmares of zombies so often. We are zombies, already, slaves to the television and multimedia and buying and disposing
instead of fixing, and importing instead of growing on our own soil... It has gotten out of hand, and there is no turning back. We have already been warned by the tribal leaders of this land that we invaded of what we have done and are doing. Their warnings fell upon deaf ears. And I am reminded of a crying Indian in a 70's commercial as he stares at the toxic waste that has been dumped into our drinking water and the dead and extinct animals decaying in filth in a land that used to be magestic.
A question was posed to writers on livejournal "If you could control your dreams, would you? What would you dream about?" I was surprised, after reading many of the answers is that many people don't even believe that it is possible to control your dreams. It seems so strange to me that people believe this.
I have been controlling my dreams: lucid dreaming, on and off since 1987. I am able to tear down the entire dream and build it up again into a whole new world. It is the most mystical, amazing experience. I still have normal, everyday dreams; but the lucid dreams are some of the best life experiences I have ever had. Just knowing that you are dreaming isn't enough. Knowing that you are dreaming, coming alive and awake inside that dream: everything becomes more vivid and colorful. It is completely out of this world. Nothing like it. I would recommend it to anyone.
What you can imagine, you can dream. Life begins in dreams.
Well, this was an interesting experiment. My virtual friend @cyberduke23 on twitter asked me to dream about him. I told him I would incubate a dream about him, but I couldn't promise anything. I said I'd give it a couple weeks. Incubating a dream is when you write down what you want to dream about, or a problem that you want to solve before you go to sleep. Then, as you are drifting off, you say: "I will dream about this --- tonight" over and over again (Kind of like self hypnosis). This technique doesn't work too well with some people, but it works pretty well with me. Anyway, even though I didn't think I would be successful, I dreamt about him last night. I usually log my dreams on http://www.lucidipedia.com but you have to create a free account to read them, and I thought I would save cyberduke the trouble of creating an account on a forum he would never use except to read this one dream. So, Richard, here is your dream. Enjoy:
I'm at a dance and I realise that my shoes do not match my lovely lavendar silk dress. I look like an oriental girl in this dream. I go to the public restroom to change into some nicer shoes. I notice that someone has used the toilet in the stall that I am about to use. They did not flush. Gross. I hate that. I go into a different stall that has a curtain instead of a door. It's kind of like a changing booth in a department store. I take my new shoes out of their shoebox. They are very nice looking. They are open toed, lavendar satin with burlap covered heels. The heels are about one and half inches high, so they won't be too uncomfortable for dancing in. I strap them on. They look quite lovely in the mirror.
I am trying to decide on whether to put on some lavendar tights to go with the ensemble when I feel someone watching me. I look up and I see a carousel of skulls dangling from strings. Two of them are watching me. I can feel it. I yell at them to stop it and leave the restroom, even though I feel silly, because they are inanimate and I am probably just talking to myself. I continue to talk to myself about my tights.
I pick up my lavendar tights and notice that one of the skulls has morphed into a man that is now sitting on a bench in the carousel. (The other skulls are still dangling around him) He is thin, attractive, young, about 23. He has long black thick eyelashes, brown eyes, and a cute smattering of freckles across his nose. He has hat hair (curls at the bottom, but very straight on top). His hair is fine and dark brown. He is about average height, I would say about 5 foot 11 inches. He has a kind of wool sweater or cardigan on. He looks friendly. I get over my shock of him showing up in the women's restroom, and I ask him what his name is. He says "Rick Twillowman" --I forget the last name, but I think it sounded like that. I say "Nice to meet you" and I walk up to him and give him a big friendly soul hug.
He seems concerned that I might want to go further, but although I am somewhat tempted, he is much too young for me. He says: "That's it?" and I say "Sure." and he leaves the restroom.
Readers By Author by Lauren Leto
Stereotyping People by Their Favorite Author
(by the way – I respect every author on here, kind of)
Kids who don’t fit in (duh).
People who type like this: OMG. Mah fAvvv <3 <3.
Umphrey’s McGee fans.
Girls who didn’t get enough drama when they were younger.
Girls who can’t read. Or think.
Jonathan Safran Foer
30somethings who were cool when they were 20something.
Your mom when she’s at her time of the month.
Boys who don’t read.
Boys who can’t read.
People I would love to hang out with.
Guys I want to date.
Guys I want to sleep with. (The difference between the two Russian authors lies in the fact that I think the Underground Man is sexier than Pierre Buzukhov).
Christopher Buckley (or William F. Buckley)
People who love excess verbiage.
Workaholics seeking validation.
David Foster Wallace
Confirmed 90’s literati.
Jane Austen (or Bronte Sisters)
Girls who made out with other girls in college when they were going through a “phase”.
People who like good music.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
People who can start a fire.
People who used to sleep so heavy that they would pee their pants.
Ninth graders who think they’re going to be authors someday but end up in marketing.
People who like bondage.
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
People who drink scotch.
People who drink old fashioneds.
People who get their class from Vanity Fair.
People who don’t use conditioner in their hair.
Edgar Allan Poe
Men who live in their mother’s basements. Or goth seventh graders.
Doctors who went to third-tier medical schools.
Doctors who went to medical schools in the Dominican Republic.
People who used to get lost in supermarkets when they were kids.
Guys who are in the third coolest frat of a private college.
Women who give their boyfriend marriage ultimatums.
People whose favorite day in elementary school was “Grandparent’s Day”.
Women whose favorite color is hunter green.
People who are good at crosswords.
Your drunk stepmother.
Women who are usually constipated.
Men who score a 153 on their LSAT exam.
Girls who keep journals (too easy).
Conspiracy theorists (too easy).
People who are bigger conspiracy theorists than Orwell fans.
People who have read only one book in their life and it was To Kill A Mockingbird (and it was their assigned reading in the ninth grade).
Guys who wear skinny jeans and the girls that love them.
Men who own cottages.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
People who get adjustable-rate mortgages.
Men who use words like ‘dubious’ and ‘tenacity’.
Bret Easton Ellis
Foo Fighters’ fans.
Hunter S Thompson
That kid in your philosophy class with the stupid tattoo.
Men who don’t eat cream cheese.
Pearl S. Buck
Women whose favorite president was Harry S. Truman.
Female high-school English professors who only have an undergraduate degree.
People who used to be fans of J.D. Salinger.
Women who liked the movie “Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood” but didn’t read the book.
Women on the East coast who wish they were from the South.
Cougars who went to an urban college in the 80s.
People who liked Gilmore Girls – even in the first season.
Men who argue Neil Gaiman is overrated.
People who have never been dungeons master but still play D&D.
11th graders who peed their pants while watching the movie It.
People who can quote the Comic Book Guy from Simpsons.
Only children with Oedipal complexes.
People who move to Thailand after high school for the drug scene.
Youth group leaders who picked their nose in the 4th grade.
People who know how to perform a “Michigan left”.
Girls who can’t spell “leheim”.
People who bought the first generation Amazon Kindle.
Guys who haven’t convinced their girlfriends to try anal yet.
Alexis de Tocqueville
Political theory and constitutional democracy majors.
People who skipped school by hiding out in the gym.
People who own one straw chair in their house.
Women who have repressed their desire to go to Renaissance Festivals
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Men who can’t lie but will instead be silent if they know you don’t want to hear the truth.
Older women who are surprisingly loud during sex.
Girls who intern at Nylon but end up moving back to the Midwest for their real job.
People who didn’t go to college but do well on crossword puzzles.
Girls who are too frightened to go skydiving.
Women who have an @aol.com email address.
People who own a smart phone which requires a stylus to use it.
No one. Even the police say Clancy before they’ll say Baldacci.
The girl who just turned vegan to cover up her eating disorder.
Andrew Ross Sorkin
People who refer to themselves as “playing devil’s advocate”.
Men who have names like Earl or Cliff and were really close with their paternal grandfather.
Female high-school French teachers who have their master’s degree.
People who hate Ayelet Waldman.
People who own golf head covers.
People who love buying drinks for their friends. See also, people who cringe when they see their bar tab.
Women who live in any area of Brooklyn other than Park Slope, but may end up there someday and if that day comes, they will switch to Barbara Kingsolver fans.
People who don’t mind the color orange. (NOT ME)
People who would never dream of owning any type of “toy” breed dog.
People whose parents are divorced.
People who have their significant other grab them under the table in order to shut them up whenever someone else at a dinner says something absolutely ridiculous and wrong.
People who google image search Padma Lakshmi late at night.
People who went to art school after “trying it out” at a public university.
People who played Creep by Radiohead while having sex or smoking pot. Longer explanation here. (ME)
People who do not like Adam Sandler movies.
Elementary school teacher’s aids.
Jorge Luis Borges
People who took care of their dying grandparents.
People who really like monkeys.
People who can’t resist anything. See also, people who claim they’re going to change but never do.
People who would never dream of owning anything that could be classified as a “knick-knack”.
People who don’t mind others smoking around them.
People who can name at least two Miyazaki films.
"How can you possibly criticize me for any conflict that comes to you? I watch every day what you are doing as a society. While you sit by and watch your Constitution being torn away from you, you willfully eat poisoned food, buy manufactured products no one needs and turn an uncaring eye away from millions of people suffering and dying all around you. Is this the "Universal Law" you subscribe to?" -John Titor
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"Grief can destroy you--or focus you. You can decide a relationship was all for nothing if it had to end, leaving you alone. Or you can realize that every moment of it had more meaning than you dared to recognize at the time, so much meaning that it scared you, so you just lived, just took for granted the love and laughter of each day, and didn't allow yourself to consider the sacredness of it. But when it is over and you're lone, you begin to see it wasn't just a movie and a dinner together, not just watching sunsets together, not just scrubbing a floor or washing dishes together or worrying over a high electric bill. It was everything, it was the why of life, every event and precious moment of it. The answer to the mystery of existence is the love you shared sometimes so imperfectly, and when the loss wakes you to the deeper beauty of it, to the sanctity of it, you can't get off your knees for a long time, you're driven to your knees not by the weight of the loss but by the gratitude for what preceded the loss. And the ache is always there, but one day not the emptiness, because to nurture the emptiness, to take solace in it, is to disrespect the gift of life." - by Dean Koontz, Odd Hours
for Dorothy and Tony, that Chicago Couple who used to visit the Joneses...you are not forgotten. I miss you.