Some things distinctly remind me of childhood. Fourth of July. Calvin and Hobbes. Just about every part of Saddle Brook, NJ. Libraries and book stores.
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Just bought some Shel Silverstein, which held the record for longest author between my wishing to read, and actually reading: 16 years. I mean, normally I do 1/3 of a book, get bored or something happens, and that’s it, but at least I’ve touched the author. This time, it was none whatsoever. NONE. Who knows how the course of my life could have been different if Where the Sidewalk Ends helped form my general perspectives on life as a pre-teen, instead of Hunter S. Thompson’s Hell’s Angels and George Orwell’s Down and Out In Paris and London. Haha, just kidding. My childhood was Shakespeare and Émile Zola, duh.
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When you think about the RIAA, do you imagine a very pissed off Andy Warhol like I do? I’m curious to know, cause I imagine the representation of these clowns as being these arsty-fartsys but not quite Eurotrash either. It’s somewhere in between, balanced out. Just….Andy Warhol. Angry. It’s perfect. Crossing his arms, standing around in a velvet suit, trying to stare out down and making you feel bad about what you have done. Speaking of Euro,
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I never knew it was in the European Union paperwork/constitution/whatever that the death penalty was abolished for the entirety of the confederacy. You guys rule! I wonder if there’s a specific reason I never knew that, say a media that doesn’t want to call attention to the personal failings of the rights and liberties that my nation hands to people, cause some states apparently like playing God and ending lives without repercussion. Not cool!
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I’m still searching for something, but I’m closer than I’ve ever been in my entire life. My thoughts and prayers.
President Bush regrets his legacy as man who wanted war
Whenever I see anybody trying to pull off apologist bullshit like this, my mind races back to that scene in Twelve Monkeys where Jeffrey Goines kidnaps his father, who already knows about his plans. Dr. Goines informs Brad Pitt he’s taken steps to try and prevent them. The response: “Too late! Too late!” Nothing anybody does is ever going to bring those brave men and women back, not any supposition about one’s choice of verbal rhetoric, or attempting to portray oneself as a compassionate pious man, who views war as a last resort. Lies. Your want to change people’s perspectives comes long long overdue. Too late. Too late.
“Those who dare to look, are obligated to find.” This will be my first axiom. Upon this I will build all else.
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Started reading Mere Christianity, by a Mister CS Lewis. Starts a bit small and dry but I know this is just the appetizer and I can smell incredible things going on in the kitchen for the remainder of the meal’s courses. I decided I’ve got to write something like this, but for the times. All these atheists are mopping the floor of the bestseller’s list, the talking minds, the scientists, the waning general consensus, especially in China’s rise to global power, it’s time for the return volley, the counterpoint. The internet’s perspective on the matter might just be poisoning my thoughts, but I can’t deny it’s a true reflection I see everywhere else I look. Secularism. Denial. Maybe I aught not to isolate them on the matter: even those who’d call themselves “spiritual” got a lot to learn. I know this, for that is me myself absolutely.
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Once I got used to it, there’s something comforting about this ridiculous heat. Something vibrant. I need all the reminders I can now, that I am alive, and there is still so much left to be done. A recent event is turning my thoughts all around. No matter the outcome, I’m very different today, that is for sure.
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My thoughts and prayers