Saturday, October 29, 2011
Sexy And I Know It (LMFAO)
SECURITY ALERT
SECURITY ALERT
… sexiness has entered the building … ALL GUARDS ON DECK!
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Good Evening!
Malfeasance
First and foremost, I would like to apologize for my irreverent behavior last weekend, though blame for my malfeasance rests solely on the staff at K97.5, as they opted to cancel their weekly 919 Radio show, thus leading me to have a moment.
Let me explain. You know how they say Jesus comes in to your room and gives you all your medication every night? That’s false. What really happens is that Jesus comes in your room and plays 919 Radio. So yeah, shame on you @K97.5 for going against the wishes of Jesus and therefore causing me to miss my fix! Heathens . . .
Amateur Blogging
Last Thursday I started a left-leaning political blog that covers twisted GOP actions like voter suppression, and ever since, I have been extremely busy trying to keep up with the 24/7 news cycle. It’s a bitch to do, but I’m really enjoying it. In fact, the prospect of blogging professionally really interests me.
Anyway. The key to blogging lies in choosing a topic that genuinely interests you. This, in fact, comes before profit. I could make a lot more money blogging about cell phones or whatever, but these topics bore the hell out of me. Politics, on the other hand, I find absolutely riveting.
One thing I’ve come to realize is that a blogger can’t cover everything. I imagined myself covering all political viewpoints, from those that support my liberal beliefs to those that enhance the conservative position that Obama might be bought out by Wall Street, but to write about everything would be impossible. Thus, I have narrowed my blog to a niche: left-leaning politics. Sometimes I venture a bit beyond my niche, but for the most part, my blog courts a rather liberal perspective.
Another thing I’ve realized is that it takes time to acquire fans. My fan base is limited to one or two ardent followers (my Dad, who literally broke into tears when he first discovered my site, and maybe Al Sharpton). I was about to give up, until another blogger told me to acquire patience, as it took him an entire year to develop a loyal fan base. It’s actually the biggest bitch of all, because it bugs me when I spend hours writing about gun law reciprocity, only to have barely anybody read it.
I’m Up Out
I’m considering moving out the state. I absolutely hate my current residence. I would talk about it in detail, but I can’t. As schizophrenic as this sounds, I feel like everything I do is being watched—as if my every move is being monitored. It’s the direct result of such endless close proximity to another human being. I suppose I’m one of those people who need a certain degree of space to function well.
So “how the hell do you plan to deal with marriage one day?” you ask. I don’t know. But I do know that I am willing to try much harder for a woman than I am for dudes with balls. To hell with that. Suffice it to say, when I miss Miss Right, I’ll do everything in my power to upgrade myself. Until then, I would rather just keep escaping to better, more relaxed environments.
But I cannot find another home, and I am getting sick of looking. A family member long ago offered to purchase me my own residence in his very progressive hometown. I refused and am still very resilient to the prospect, as his part of the country hosts practically no minorities, save for annoying-ass hipsters (FYI: I am not a f**king hipster. I’ve been to juvy, jail, prison and the pen; I’m the real thing || FYI: If that did not make you laugh, then you truly have no soul!), but I am growing extremely desperate.
That said, a move might perhaps be part of the near future for me. I will miss Raleigh and especially K97.5, but I desire happiness, and jumping from lousy home to uncomfortable home and whatnot does not constitute happiness.
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Signed,
Loudmouth Liberal
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Neurotypical Bitches
Are there any investors out there? I have a million-dollar idea for you, and all I ask is that you send me a fat paycheck if the idea ever proves to be successful.
In particular, I need someone to construct a high-quality dating site strictly for those individuals who suffer from Asperger Syndrome. The one and only site that caters to Aspies, www.aspieaffection.com, is fraught with problems—a ridiculously slow server, disgustingly pathetic graphics, piss-poor functionality and limited social connectivity, to name a few. Ideally, I would like to see an OkCupid- or PlentyOfFish-grade dating site that would allow Aspies the chance to find love among their own kind.
Where did this desire come from? Well, flag me if you would like, but my friend Saurabh and I are sick and tired of normal bitches. Yes, I said it. We are not friends per se, nor are we family, but we went to HS together, and we both suffer from Asperger Syndrome. And as he said so eloquently earlier today courtesy of Facebook, “neuro-typical” women are extremely annoying:
“
when I am feeling something for someone...
it is sincere... but I tend to be honest...
and come out with exactly how I'm feeling and when I am feeling it...
neurotypicals get scared off by that.
You have to kind of release it in spurts...
like an old hose... with many kinks in it.
Very very hard for me to do.
Neurotypicals bore me...
most of them anyhow...
they are so mechanistic.
You can't be sincere with them...
you have to... be painstakingly slow...
and overly cautious...
like walking on a bed of nails.
”
The irony is that these “neuro-typicals,” as he likes to call them, think we are the slow ones. Perhaps we are slow in regard to face-to-face conversation, but when it comes to expressing emotions of intimacy, we are the like Louis from “Revenge of the Nerds,” as is evident by the following paraphrased quote:
“Lewis: 'Cause all Jocks ever think about is sports [hanging out watching football, watching the latest episode of Community and hosting orgies at the ultra-ultra groovy Frat House, bro], all we ever think about is sex [expanding our mind with intellectual stimulation, exploring the delicate emotions that surface courtesy of life’s most simple pleasures and making sweet emotional, physical and spiritual love to the woman of our dreams].”
So there has to be at least one team of programmers and graphic designers in Raleigh with the ability to create such a website. I cannot guarantee any profit, especially if you have no skills in web marketing, but I know for a fact that there is potential in such an idea.
Anyway.
I’m up out.
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PS @ Programmers/Designers: Another idea is to create a Craigslist-like chat site with a chatroom for EVERY city in the United States of America.
PS @ Technicians: Need to learn how to use Android but can’t afford an Android phone? Download Android SDK.
And oh... I hope everybody who is able to make it to the Fair this weekend has a great time!
In particular, I need someone to construct a high-quality dating site strictly for those individuals who suffer from Asperger Syndrome. The one and only site that caters to Aspies, www.aspieaffection.com, is fraught with problems—a ridiculously slow server, disgustingly pathetic graphics, piss-poor functionality and limited social connectivity, to name a few. Ideally, I would like to see an OkCupid- or PlentyOfFish-grade dating site that would allow Aspies the chance to find love among their own kind.
Where did this desire come from? Well, flag me if you would like, but my friend Saurabh and I are sick and tired of normal bitches. Yes, I said it. We are not friends per se, nor are we family, but we went to HS together, and we both suffer from Asperger Syndrome. And as he said so eloquently earlier today courtesy of Facebook, “neuro-typical” women are extremely annoying:
“
when I am feeling something for someone...
it is sincere... but I tend to be honest...
and come out with exactly how I'm feeling and when I am feeling it...
neurotypicals get scared off by that.
You have to kind of release it in spurts...
like an old hose... with many kinks in it.
Very very hard for me to do.
Neurotypicals bore me...
most of them anyhow...
they are so mechanistic.
You can't be sincere with them...
you have to... be painstakingly slow...
and overly cautious...
like walking on a bed of nails.
”
The irony is that these “neuro-typicals,” as he likes to call them, think we are the slow ones. Perhaps we are slow in regard to face-to-face conversation, but when it comes to expressing emotions of intimacy, we are the like Louis from “Revenge of the Nerds,” as is evident by the following paraphrased quote:
“Lewis: 'Cause all Jocks ever think about is sports [hanging out watching football, watching the latest episode of Community and hosting orgies at the ultra-ultra groovy Frat House, bro], all we ever think about is sex [expanding our mind with intellectual stimulation, exploring the delicate emotions that surface courtesy of life’s most simple pleasures and making sweet emotional, physical and spiritual love to the woman of our dreams].”
So there has to be at least one team of programmers and graphic designers in Raleigh with the ability to create such a website. I cannot guarantee any profit, especially if you have no skills in web marketing, but I know for a fact that there is potential in such an idea.
Anyway.
I’m up out.
1
PS @ Programmers/Designers: Another idea is to create a Craigslist-like chat site with a chatroom for EVERY city in the United States of America.
PS @ Technicians: Need to learn how to use Android but can’t afford an Android phone? Download Android SDK.
And oh... I hope everybody who is able to make it to the Fair this weekend has a great time!
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Steady Mobbin’ (Lil Wayne) | I Am The 99 Percent
Political Fanaticism: An Experiment In Madness
I am a politics nerd, and I am not ashamed to admit it. Everybody should be as obsessed with politics as I am, if you ask me, because every bill that is passed or vetoed affects each and every one of us, whether we realize it or not.
What I am not, however, is a fanatic. I diligently try to consider all viewpoints, even when they seem outright wrong. Lately, though, this has become extremely hard to do because the messages have become extremely fanatical.
For instance, just earlier today, radio host Neal Boortz appeared on the Sean Hannity show and claimed that President Barack Obama has been a bigger disaster to this country than 9/11. Need I remind you that 9/11 resulted in the demise of almost 3,000 Americans? You know what is even more shocking? The audience clapped at Boortz’s statement—just like they clapped at the idea of a man without insurance dying.
Meanwhile, Ann Coulter compared the Wall Street protesters to Nazis, Hank Williams Jr. equated President Obama with Hitler, Herman Cain claimed that all black people who vote for democrats are brainwashed, Andrew Breitbart spoke publicly about killing liberals, conservative bloggers ripped into the writers of a Muslim superheroes comic book for promoting the "Islamification of America,” the board chair of the National Organization of Marriage said gay marriage is “evil” and the vice president of the NRA alleged that Obama is after the 2nd amendment—though Obama has in fact done nothing to tighten firearm restrictions.
Such extremism is enough to drive a man mad. I imagine, in fact, that the Reverend Al Sharpton would have lost his mind if this had occurred during his youth—a time when he was quick to counter such extremism with even more extremism. As an older and much wiser man, however, he now realizes that fighting fire with poison is both unwise and foolish. I wish I felt the same, but I am still a young-buck with a lot of fire in my heart. And every time I hear bullshit being touted as truth, it infuriates the heck out of me—so much so that I get a bit loopy.
For example, I believe that a time will come when every American will have to make a choice and decide which side they support: the one that believes promoting civil liberties for everybody, welcoming those who are different with open arms, nourishing those who cannot afford food, educating the ignorant so they can rise up and succeed, helping the downtrodden learn to love themselves, healing all who are afflicted with a mental or physical condition, forgiving those who have sinned and loving one another all come before the acquirement of money—and the one that literally covets wealth over any and all things, including some of its own religious convictions.
The President would probably argue that I am being negative and counter-productive, but I disagree. I honestly do not think our problems can be rectified through mere negotiation. All it has done is use up valuable time. The only thing that can rectify this mess is the division of the United States into two separate entities: blue America and red America. It would allow each side to run things their way. And the only way to bring about this division is if each and every one of us purchases a gun, finds someone with whom we disagree, shoots him or her in the head and then repeats the previous steps until the government finally has enough and caves to our demands.
Now look, you might have concluded by now that I am being rather hyperbolic, but what if I am? Do I not also have the right, like those I previously mentioned, to go off the deep end and lay the demagogic smack down, even if everything I say may or may not be total bullshit—and even if I may in the process completely confuse and perhaps even frighten those who are ignorant of what is really occurring around us? So if I possess this right, why should I not go ahead and just blabber out whatever badly organized, foolish dribble is circulating in my demented mind?
Because fanaticism solves absolutely nothing—this is why. All it does is dilute the truth with bullshit. And the thing about bullshit, and any shit for that matter, is that it stinks. The real truth is you and I as Americans can either choose to engage in fanaticism, which could potentially one day really lead to a violent confrontation, or you and I as rational Americans can opt to cast aside the bullshit prejudices we have about one another and sit down at a table for a peaceful, meaningful negotiation on how the hell we can come to terms with our differences . . .
I await your decision.
Signed,
Young Money Democrat (#YMCMB)
PS @ Lil Wayne: I do it because I believe strongly in my convictions.
Jobs & Innovation
When I heard about Steve Jobs’ death, I was initially overcome with a sense of jealousy. This was due in part to the super-duper coverage regarding his passing. This was also due to the fact that I am a die-hard Windows fan (Macs are for noobs!). Now, jokes aside, I obviously have a deep-found respect for the man and his achievements, and I am certainly sad as per his far-too-early demise, but the jealousy that overcame me did at least inspire some introspection.
What makes Jobs so unique is that he brought forth completely new ideas and products. And frankly, I want to do the same thing. One reason I lack passion is because everything I do or could possibly do has already been done. I started writing satire, but The Onion and Comedy Central already have that department covered. I got into e-cigarette affiliate marketing, but 100s of other people are already doing it. Then I got into survival food affiliate marketing, only to discover 1000s of other people are already doing it. I have thought about creating a politics blog or Facebook group, but again, 1000s of people are already doing it.
One problem I have with capitalism is that it promotes redundancy. The fact that 100s and 1000s of companies compete to sell practically the exact same products irks the hell out of me. I do not want to be 1 of 100, 1000, 10,000 or 100,000. I want to be unique, innovative and somebody great. And greatness cannot be achieved through boring-as-hell redundancy. It has to come from out-of-this-world innovation—the kind of innovation Steve Jobs brought to this world.
Sighs. I’m just so sick of doing things that everybody else has already done. I want to do something completely new—something that has never been done. Seriously, how can a man or woman find any passion doing something others are also doing? It seems so pointless. So very very pointless.
Drugs
Many people, including Trey Parker and Matt Stone, have a very bad image of pharmaceutical medications. While I am aware that the pharmaceutical industry has an agenda that revolves strictly around profits, I believe that the drugs themselves are not innately bad. Case in point: Earlier this week, my very kind state-sponsored psychiatrist upped my Paroxetine dose by 10mg. Only a few days have passed, and yet I can already tell a subtle difference, in that I feel slightly less anxious. I’m also a bit more talkative and relaxed. The point is that medicines can work.
Speaking of medications, the medication I really wish I were on is Adderall. The state does not cover it, but if I were on it, I bet I would be a new person. I pass ADD tests because it’s easy to focus when under pressure, but I know for a fact I have ADD to the extreme. I know this in part because my dog has become just like me. This heffer has no sense of focus, lol.
Redistribution of Wealth
Personally, I believe in the redistribution of wealth. Why do Will and Jada Smith need a $7.5M ranch? Have they become so fat from years of gluttonous eating that they absolutely need an 8800 Sq. Ft. home to sustain themselves?
I chose them so as to not immediately alienate conservatives. I believe everybody should have the opportunity to live in his or her own home. My brother makes a lot of money, but he likes to live with a lot of people. That is his decision, and I respect it. But many of us want to be alone, and I think we deserve that right. It will never come to fruition, however, in a world where people are so overpaid:
CEOs like Donald Trump
Actors like Will and Jada Smith
Politicians like John Boehner, Harry Reid and Eric Cantor
Radio hosts like Rush Limbaugh and Michael Baisden (sorry, Mike, but I am trying to make a point)
Etc…
It is one thing to be successful and live a moderate life with a few luxuries here and there, while it is another thing altogether to use all the extraneous funds to fund a ridiculously extravagant lifestyle. That money could be put to much better use if it were redistributed to where it is really needed.
Yes, I am kind of a socialist. And no, I am not moving to China, because I am also kind of a capitalist as well. I think we need a fusion of socialism and capitalism to fix our dilemma. I am tired of all of the ridiculously high, as well as ridiculously low, salaries out there. Success is one thing—but gluttony, whether via food or wealth, is another thing altogether.
I am a politics nerd, and I am not ashamed to admit it. Everybody should be as obsessed with politics as I am, if you ask me, because every bill that is passed or vetoed affects each and every one of us, whether we realize it or not.
What I am not, however, is a fanatic. I diligently try to consider all viewpoints, even when they seem outright wrong. Lately, though, this has become extremely hard to do because the messages have become extremely fanatical.
For instance, just earlier today, radio host Neal Boortz appeared on the Sean Hannity show and claimed that President Barack Obama has been a bigger disaster to this country than 9/11. Need I remind you that 9/11 resulted in the demise of almost 3,000 Americans? You know what is even more shocking? The audience clapped at Boortz’s statement—just like they clapped at the idea of a man without insurance dying.
Meanwhile, Ann Coulter compared the Wall Street protesters to Nazis, Hank Williams Jr. equated President Obama with Hitler, Herman Cain claimed that all black people who vote for democrats are brainwashed, Andrew Breitbart spoke publicly about killing liberals, conservative bloggers ripped into the writers of a Muslim superheroes comic book for promoting the "Islamification of America,” the board chair of the National Organization of Marriage said gay marriage is “evil” and the vice president of the NRA alleged that Obama is after the 2nd amendment—though Obama has in fact done nothing to tighten firearm restrictions.
Such extremism is enough to drive a man mad. I imagine, in fact, that the Reverend Al Sharpton would have lost his mind if this had occurred during his youth—a time when he was quick to counter such extremism with even more extremism. As an older and much wiser man, however, he now realizes that fighting fire with poison is both unwise and foolish. I wish I felt the same, but I am still a young-buck with a lot of fire in my heart. And every time I hear bullshit being touted as truth, it infuriates the heck out of me—so much so that I get a bit loopy.
For example, I believe that a time will come when every American will have to make a choice and decide which side they support: the one that believes promoting civil liberties for everybody, welcoming those who are different with open arms, nourishing those who cannot afford food, educating the ignorant so they can rise up and succeed, helping the downtrodden learn to love themselves, healing all who are afflicted with a mental or physical condition, forgiving those who have sinned and loving one another all come before the acquirement of money—and the one that literally covets wealth over any and all things, including some of its own religious convictions.
The President would probably argue that I am being negative and counter-productive, but I disagree. I honestly do not think our problems can be rectified through mere negotiation. All it has done is use up valuable time. The only thing that can rectify this mess is the division of the United States into two separate entities: blue America and red America. It would allow each side to run things their way. And the only way to bring about this division is if each and every one of us purchases a gun, finds someone with whom we disagree, shoots him or her in the head and then repeats the previous steps until the government finally has enough and caves to our demands.
Now look, you might have concluded by now that I am being rather hyperbolic, but what if I am? Do I not also have the right, like those I previously mentioned, to go off the deep end and lay the demagogic smack down, even if everything I say may or may not be total bullshit—and even if I may in the process completely confuse and perhaps even frighten those who are ignorant of what is really occurring around us? So if I possess this right, why should I not go ahead and just blabber out whatever badly organized, foolish dribble is circulating in my demented mind?
Because fanaticism solves absolutely nothing—this is why. All it does is dilute the truth with bullshit. And the thing about bullshit, and any shit for that matter, is that it stinks. The real truth is you and I as Americans can either choose to engage in fanaticism, which could potentially one day really lead to a violent confrontation, or you and I as rational Americans can opt to cast aside the bullshit prejudices we have about one another and sit down at a table for a peaceful, meaningful negotiation on how the hell we can come to terms with our differences . . .
I await your decision.
Signed,
Young Money Democrat (#YMCMB)
PS @ Lil Wayne: I do it because I believe strongly in my convictions.
Jobs & Innovation
When I heard about Steve Jobs’ death, I was initially overcome with a sense of jealousy. This was due in part to the super-duper coverage regarding his passing. This was also due to the fact that I am a die-hard Windows fan (Macs are for noobs!). Now, jokes aside, I obviously have a deep-found respect for the man and his achievements, and I am certainly sad as per his far-too-early demise, but the jealousy that overcame me did at least inspire some introspection.
What makes Jobs so unique is that he brought forth completely new ideas and products. And frankly, I want to do the same thing. One reason I lack passion is because everything I do or could possibly do has already been done. I started writing satire, but The Onion and Comedy Central already have that department covered. I got into e-cigarette affiliate marketing, but 100s of other people are already doing it. Then I got into survival food affiliate marketing, only to discover 1000s of other people are already doing it. I have thought about creating a politics blog or Facebook group, but again, 1000s of people are already doing it.
One problem I have with capitalism is that it promotes redundancy. The fact that 100s and 1000s of companies compete to sell practically the exact same products irks the hell out of me. I do not want to be 1 of 100, 1000, 10,000 or 100,000. I want to be unique, innovative and somebody great. And greatness cannot be achieved through boring-as-hell redundancy. It has to come from out-of-this-world innovation—the kind of innovation Steve Jobs brought to this world.
Sighs. I’m just so sick of doing things that everybody else has already done. I want to do something completely new—something that has never been done. Seriously, how can a man or woman find any passion doing something others are also doing? It seems so pointless. So very very pointless.
Drugs
Many people, including Trey Parker and Matt Stone, have a very bad image of pharmaceutical medications. While I am aware that the pharmaceutical industry has an agenda that revolves strictly around profits, I believe that the drugs themselves are not innately bad. Case in point: Earlier this week, my very kind state-sponsored psychiatrist upped my Paroxetine dose by 10mg. Only a few days have passed, and yet I can already tell a subtle difference, in that I feel slightly less anxious. I’m also a bit more talkative and relaxed. The point is that medicines can work.
Speaking of medications, the medication I really wish I were on is Adderall. The state does not cover it, but if I were on it, I bet I would be a new person. I pass ADD tests because it’s easy to focus when under pressure, but I know for a fact I have ADD to the extreme. I know this in part because my dog has become just like me. This heffer has no sense of focus, lol.
Redistribution of Wealth
Personally, I believe in the redistribution of wealth. Why do Will and Jada Smith need a $7.5M ranch? Have they become so fat from years of gluttonous eating that they absolutely need an 8800 Sq. Ft. home to sustain themselves?
I chose them so as to not immediately alienate conservatives. I believe everybody should have the opportunity to live in his or her own home. My brother makes a lot of money, but he likes to live with a lot of people. That is his decision, and I respect it. But many of us want to be alone, and I think we deserve that right. It will never come to fruition, however, in a world where people are so overpaid:
CEOs like Donald Trump
Actors like Will and Jada Smith
Politicians like John Boehner, Harry Reid and Eric Cantor
Radio hosts like Rush Limbaugh and Michael Baisden (sorry, Mike, but I am trying to make a point)
Etc…
It is one thing to be successful and live a moderate life with a few luxuries here and there, while it is another thing altogether to use all the extraneous funds to fund a ridiculously extravagant lifestyle. That money could be put to much better use if it were redistributed to where it is really needed.
Yes, I am kind of a socialist. And no, I am not moving to China, because I am also kind of a capitalist as well. I think we need a fusion of socialism and capitalism to fix our dilemma. I am tired of all of the ridiculously high, as well as ridiculously low, salaries out there. Success is one thing—but gluttony, whether via food or wealth, is another thing altogether.
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Voice
I wasn’t going to write anything today, but then I noticed Al Sharpton dancing the “James Brown” on the Jimmy Fallon Show. I decided to look for a clip of it to post on my page and link to Politics Nation. While doing that, I discovered a video of him that showed him back in the day dressing like a young hiphop aficionado and fighting the fight. And it shocked me, and it also inspired me.
Lately, I’ve felt like giving up on trying to change the world. On every corner of every street of every city of every state of every country is bigotry, hatred and intolerance. It is all around us, and I am fed up with it. But woe is me; what am I to do? Likely nothing but write a bunch of inflamed Facebook rhetoric. Thus far, that is.
I suffer from a debilitating condition that keeps me in a terrorized state of anxiety. I feel great this weekend because my roomie has left for a vacation. He is nice, but when he is around, I am as shy and nervous as a scaredy cat. I can’t help it, and I will likely die this way. But let it be known that every morning I wake up, I hope for just a second that maybe… just maybe this will be the day I find myself without anxiety and fear—totally free to finally be me.
And I greatly urge those who dabble in hatred to pray day and night that this never happens—that I never find my voice. Because I promise that the day I find it, I will begin a journey, much like Mr. Sharpton’s, to bring justice and righteousness to every corner of every street of every city of every state of every country in this world of ours. And I will start at home, here in the United States of America.
Because I am sick and tired of the hatred. And I am sick and tired of the bigotry. And more than that, I am sick and tired of the lies, the excuses, and the bullshit. Something is seriously wrong with this world, and I hope that one day God or whomever, whatever gives me the power to wage a war against it, because I am sick… I am tired… and though I feel alone day in and out, I know deep inside that, in the grand scheme of things, I am anything but alone.
Lately, I’ve felt like giving up on trying to change the world. On every corner of every street of every city of every state of every country is bigotry, hatred and intolerance. It is all around us, and I am fed up with it. But woe is me; what am I to do? Likely nothing but write a bunch of inflamed Facebook rhetoric. Thus far, that is.
I suffer from a debilitating condition that keeps me in a terrorized state of anxiety. I feel great this weekend because my roomie has left for a vacation. He is nice, but when he is around, I am as shy and nervous as a scaredy cat. I can’t help it, and I will likely die this way. But let it be known that every morning I wake up, I hope for just a second that maybe… just maybe this will be the day I find myself without anxiety and fear—totally free to finally be me.
And I greatly urge those who dabble in hatred to pray day and night that this never happens—that I never find my voice. Because I promise that the day I find it, I will begin a journey, much like Mr. Sharpton’s, to bring justice and righteousness to every corner of every street of every city of every state of every country in this world of ours. And I will start at home, here in the United States of America.
Because I am sick and tired of the hatred. And I am sick and tired of the bigotry. And more than that, I am sick and tired of the lies, the excuses, and the bullshit. Something is seriously wrong with this world, and I hope that one day God or whomever, whatever gives me the power to wage a war against it, because I am sick… I am tired… and though I feel alone day in and out, I know deep inside that, in the grand scheme of things, I am anything but alone.
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