Another week

Another week of driving, not enough riding. Anyone know where I can find a soft waterproof computer bag? Anyway, as long as the rain holds off it should be 10.20's tomorrow out at byron dragway! My hands are KILLING ME. They're dry and all torn up from work. Maybe I should start using some more hand lotion. Oh, and theres like a week left of class, with next semester picked out and lined up, this should be an interesting 7 months.

lonley

I am. Have been for a while, even when i'm with everyone. Damn, i hate me.

Carlin says...

George Carlin says,
"I Am Your Worst Nightmare. I am a BAD American. I am George Carlin.
I believe the money I make belongs to me and my family, not some mid-level governmental functionary with a bad comb-over who wants to give it away to crack addicts squirting out babies.
I'm not in touch with my feelings and I like it that way, damn it! I think owning a gun doesn't make you a killer. I believe it's called the Boy Scouts for a reason. I don't think being a minority makes you noble or victimized. I believe that if you are selling me a Big Mac, you'd better do it in English.
I don't use the excuse "it's for the children" as a shield for unpopular opinions or actions. I think fireworks should be legal on the 4th of July. I think that being a student doesn't give you any more enlightenment than working at Blockbuster. In fact, if your parents are footing the bill to put your pansy ass through 4-7 years of college, you haven't begun to be enlightened.
I believe everyone has a right to pray to his or her God or gods, just leave the rest of us out of it. This also applies to sexuality. Hillary Clinton is a carpet-munching lesbian.
My heroes are John Wayne, the Simpsons, and whoever canceled Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman. I don't hate the rich. I don't pity the poor. I know wrestling is fake and I don't waste my time arguing about it.
I think global warming is a big lie. Where are all those experts now, when I am freezing my ass through a long winter?
I've never owned a slave, or was a slave, I didn't wander forty years in the desert after getting chased out of Egypt, I haven't burned any witches or been persecuted by the Turks and neither have you, so shut-the-#$%!-up already.
I want to know which church is it exactly where the Reverend Jesse Jackson preaches. And where does he get his money. And why is he always part of the problem and not the solution.
I think the cops have every right to shoot your sorry ass if you're running from them. I also think they have the right to pull your ass over if you are breaking the law, regardless of what color you are.
I think if you are too stupid to know how a ballot works, I don't want you deciding who should be running the most powerful nation the world for the next four years.
I hate those bastards standing in the intersections trying to sell me crap or trying to guilt me into making 'donations' to their cause. These people should be targets.
I think if you are in the passing lane, and not passing, your license should be revoked, and you should be forced to ride the bus until you promise to never delay the rest of us again.
I think beef jerky could quite possibly be the perfect food.
I believe that it doesn't take a village to raise a child, it takes two parents.
I think tattoos and piercing are fine if you want them, but please don't pretend they are a political statement. I think Dr. Seuss was a genius.
I'm neither angry nor disenfranchised, no matter how desperately the mainstream media would like the world to believe otherwise.
I believe if she has her lips on your willie, it is sex, and it is sex for both of you. This even applies when you are President of the United States.
If that makes me a BAD American, then yes, I'm a BAD American. If you too are a BAD American please forward this to everyone you know. We need our country back.

Changing of the guards....

I just watched a video in a psychology class that had a clip of the changing of the guards at Arlington National Cemetary's Tomb of the Unknown Soldiers. I was there once, when I was ten. I can remember only a few things about how fascinated I was with the guards. It still has the ability to glaze my eyes when I think about it. These men guard a single tomb with their entirety every day, rain or shine. With no expression, they spare nothign when a child steps over or under the velvet rope, reminding EVERYONE that they are on hallowed ground and respect is not asked for, but required. I can remember driving through Arlington and not completly understanding why, but knowing that this is not a place of celebration. It is also not a place of mourning. It is a land of pride, of respect. Even at ten, I asked very little about why. I think I understood that these men may not have supported what they did, but they did it because it was their job. They took pride in what they did. Now, we have thousands of small white headstones, often with flowers surrounding them, to stop and pay our respects.

I plan to return soon, with nothing but respect to pay. Though I may not have known any of them, they all have a place in my heart and my mind.


And every time I hear twenty-one guns
I know they brought another hero home to us
We're thankful for those thankful for the things we've done
We can rest in peace, 'cause we were the chosen ones
We made it to Arlington, yea, dust to dust
Don't cry for us, we made it to Arlington