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This is a great piece to the puzzle. Music can make or break a film in so many ways and Bella Lune is strong enough to take us to that next level.
May 29, 2012
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Feb 12, 2012
When you are a professional singer or athlete release comes from a great performance. Hours of hard work and sacrifice for that one moment of bliss. What happens when the crowd is gone? What happens when the cheers stop? That release needs fulfilled in some form. Too bad for many it is often drugs.
Whitney Houston had fallen from grace one too many times. Her last performance was unbearable to watch. The once great pop star was now a cautionary tale of scandal. A woman the demanded respect and emanated power found dead in a hotel like a common streetwalker. Left in her wake was a tarnished career, broken marriage, and a bloated last-ditch performance of trash.
Now in all fairness the medical examiner’s report has yet to be release. Years of abuse (both physical and mental) finally caught up to the Queen of Pop. Death was her escape from a life that had left her years ago.
Addiction is a funny thing. It can make you forget or feel better in a short time frame. Ultimately you are still left with who you are and the problems in your life. The question is will your addiction take what is left of that life away from you?
My addiction is coffee, good coffee. I will probably have many health complications from this pick me up. GI, Cardiac, and Endocrine complications when I am older brought on by the daily consumption. It is my choice to do this evil to myself. Nevertheless, damn it, it makes me feel good.
Dec 25, 2011
Nov 13, 2011
Joe Paterno in a sex scandal.
Rick Perry making a mistake.
Kim Kardashian's wedding and divorce.
Herman Cain making sexual comments to a waitress.
Tiger Woods place in the latest golf tournament.
These five items make me want to run out into traffic. Lets pull it together people and focus on the issues of the world that mean something.
Nov 10, 2011
We have become a society of push button dependence. It seems every organization has employed machines to answer calls, take your payment, and even notify you when services are available. So it is no wonder we are becoming disconnected as a culture. But who answers the phone when the service goes down?
I have been with the same cell phone provider for years. How long you ask? Well my first phone was a bag phone. That’s right, one of those tiny suitcase phones that were never popular. My loyalty has been tested over the years. Price increases, outages, and even fees for the latest phones that a new customers doe not have to pay have all made me question my commitment. Today however may be my breaking point.
I have text/called multiple times to reach someone, anyone. I have logged on to the website and tried to use the automated system. All of which have been unsuccessful in meeting my needs. Over an hour has passed and I’m still without resolution. In an era where the economy is shaky is this really the best time to be pissing off customers? Should my problem be addressed for the better of your company or just shoved under a rug somewhere? What is it that I need assistance with this fine morning? I’m trying to pay my bill.
Nov 8, 2011
No one likes to hear when one of the greats passes. But even the best boxers will lose that final fight. Ultimately you will always go down for the count.
Joe Frazier embodied what a true boxer was, a fighter. Up to the bitter end he gave it is all to stand up to his last opponent. The Cancer may have won this one but only by a split decision.
Nov 7, 2011
Urine covered seats, wet floors, smeared walls, and a collection of distinct odors make for a horrific experience. I would rather suffer the embarrassment of defecating in my pants then touch a public stall. What can I do to educate my fellow man in public urination?
How about this little tip, sit. When your height to length ratio is greater than 2:1 please sit to pee. Do not attempt to lean over to make up the distance. Avoid the semi stand squat to bring the bowl into range. Simply turn around, sit down, and stand back up for a clean exchange. That way I do not have to hold my needs to wipe away the remainder of yours.
Nov 6, 2011
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Oct 11, 2011
I, much like many of you, drive to work each day. The morning and evening ritual of commuting sometimes leaves me staring at that ever famed HOV lane. A section of highway that is just off limits to most of us. This perfectly paved, always open lane seems to mock me in silent. "Hey don't you wish you had a hybrid or a friend," it whispers quietly.
As I sat there in traffic I was able to make one simple observation. Only a few straggler cars were actually in the HOV lane. In fact a few of those did not even have a second passenger. This made me wonder. Why can't we just open up the other lane to regular traffic? Oh sure, those with green bumper stickers are going to blast me for killing the environment. Bring it on. I'm sure those 20,000 pound trucks idling on the "express" way are pumping out leafy green vegetables. It would be interested if someone did a study on the amount of fuel consumption sitting in traffic. Just to see if the empty lane is bringing the Ozone back.
Oct 5, 2011
Many authors are gauged by the number of best sellers they have. Others gain recognition in having their works transformed into moving pictures. And less we forget there is always that coveted New York best seller list. To me, these things all seem unobtainable. They are the Olympic medals of writing for events that I just cannot compete in. But is it really an accurate measure of a great writer?
Jul 30, 2011
But there might a small flaw in that. Diane Schuler, I'm sure, was a wonderful wife. She made her husband very happy and proud everyday she was alive on this earth. Who knows, she might have been the best thing that every happen to her husband. As loving as this woman was certain behavior can never be ignored. For instance, if you get high and drunk and load up your minivan with friends you may be at risk for losing mother of the year. If you take that minivan and enter the wrong way on a Long Island Express way, killing seven people in the process, you definitely lose mother of the year. Also you will lose your life as well.
A good husband will defend his wife's behavior regardless of how stupid it may be. But to sue the state for not marking the exit ramp as the wrong way seems a little much. It is tragic that your wife died in such a terrible manner. It is tragic that she killed other people with her stupidity. It is not the fault of a state. A state that would have never been able to protect your wife from herself. Drunk, high, and stupid will always over come safety no matter what.
Jul 27, 2011
Jul 25, 2011
The truth is that Amy died much like she wanted to live; fast. She came out of the womb full throttle and never slowed down. As it was for the 27 Club alumni before her, it was her time. The lights went out for this bright star years before her full potential was reached. Of course it would have been hard for her to top her Grammy winning night. But how fun would have been to see her try.
Then again maybe that night was the peak of the mountain and this was the abyss that laid at the base.
Jul 22, 2011
"Never play the back nine without permission." "Make sure you play it in the first cut." "You might want to club up for that hole." These things might have angered Woods. Maybe he likes to hit the back nine first. We have often seen him play his balls from deep ruff. And I'm sure the deal breaker was when he was instructed to club up. After all, you can only work with what God gave you.
Jul 19, 2011
After his long prison sentence he went on to inspire a whole nation. He ranks up there with some of the great activists of all time. So it just seems fitting that the people of South Africa would spend his 93rd birthday doing good things. That the celebration of life would inspire so many people.
The sad part for South Africa is that the rest of the year will be war torn, bloody, and dieing of infection. At least Monday was a good day.
Jul 16, 2011
The Dalai is in town for whatever monk business he may have in the states. So while he was here our president felt it would be a good time to sit and meet with him. However the Chinese seem to feel that the meeting between these two is a bad idea. So much in fact they strongly suggested Obama attending this meeting would jeopardize US-China relations.
So what's it going to be man child Obama? Are you going to understand the political implications of your actions for a change and not attend the meeting. Or are you going to thumb your nose at foreign relations and have tea with the Lama. Choose wisely.
Jul 15, 2011
The frozen body in a guy's house has been done before. Sure he added a little Chuck Manson in the mix with the whole "voices told me to do it" thing, but still played out. A scandal never shocks me anymore. In fact, you (meaning a corporation) want to shock me? Run your business in a respectable and professional manner. That will completely floor me. Of course it will never make the papers. And for those of you whom watch Glee you may want to stop reading. Do I care that a cast member of a singing show has been dismissed over a tweet? In a word, no. For some these stories might be riveting but for me its just another Friday.
Jul 14, 2011
In Omaha there happens to be one individual with a great dream. A young junior wants to be a cheerleader. She wants to stand-up beside her friends and cheer on her high school team to victory. Who knows, she may even want to date the captain of the football team. The problem is that she does not possess the required equipment for the job. No I'm not implying she's ugly or fat. I'm not even implying she lacks talent in rhyming words or cute little phrases. She actually is missing four key components to being a successful cheerleader; a right arm, a left arm, a right leg, and a left leg. That's right, she is a quad amputee. Meaning that unless the football field has wheelchair access in the mud and snow, shes out of luck.
Now I know that parents out there want children to succeed and have equal opportunities. I get it, I do. But when this young lady applies for a lifeguard job at your child's pool you may think twice. Or maybe when they strap her in to the cockpit of your next flight. After all, she should get every chance that everyone else has.
Jul 11, 2011
Now the Super "G" looks at the standard course of treatment and laughs its horrible little head. Much like any good super villain in the sequel. So for all you young college bound students here is your warning. That sea of love has one huge shark swimming in it. Let the feeding begin.
Jul 7, 2011
Educators have had a tough job from day one. The shaping of young minds is not an easy task. It requires time, energy, and passion to plant seeds of knowledge in soil that is unfertilized. Not one teacher on this planet does it for the money. Why? There isn't any money in providing education. Those that teach do it for the passion and love of teaching. Plain and simple it is there love.
As the need for regulation of everything has come to pass schools are no exception. The Government wants to make sure that teachers are teaching. This yardstick to measure success is the AIMS. A tool, or hatchet if your an instructor, that can weed out those teachers that are not making the grade. The problem is that your seed of knowledge you planted in that student may never, ever grow. In fact some soil is just void of any hope of growth. Blame genetics, the Internet, video games, or sugar puffs if you want but some children are stupid. They just will never develop the higher learning functions needed to pass a standardized test.
To blame this lack of possibility on the instructor that is trying hard to grow knowledge in a wasteland is ridiculous. So if teachers need to cheat to keep their jobs so be it. At least some of the students will get a real education on how the new American system works. Guess they did teach them something after all.
Jul 6, 2011
In 1776 a group of men felt that the laws set forth by the Crown were just to harsh. These men felt they could produce a more just set. Laws that would allow the men and women of the new world to be free of such strict guidance.
Fast forward to July 5th, 2011: the day the verdict to the Casey Anthony trial is read. The laws designed to abolish harsh penalties did just that. With damning evidence, such as a rotting corpse smell, this former mother is proven innocent. Lady justice can you lift your blindfold just this one time?
Apr 30, 2011
As our lives change so does the level of aspiration. We all need to feel better than the day before. A continuous pursuit to be great. In the case of man, this search is based in sexual worth. What was once Thor's hammer has now transpired into the rare occurrence of erections long since gone. Any purchases made or behavior exhibited has but one purpose; to regain those glory nights of younger years. To feel something other than self loathing as you reach into the fridge to drink right out of the two liter bottle. Hole filled T-Shirt optional of course.
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Apr 25, 2011
Personal ads are a collection of half truths. If we as a society were as good as stated in those ads the world would be perfect. Looks would be based on photos taken twenty years ago. Height and weight would be a completely acceptable lie. Sexual ability would be matched by no one. We would be perfect humans. That is, if personal ads were true.
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Apr 21, 2011
So I watch them interact with men that fill all of these predetermined requirements. They laugh and smile as they talk. The men are kind and respectful during the course of interaction. Some even bring little gifts to them. So I ask why not date them? The response is always the same, "their not my type.". Well forgive me for thinking they were exactly what your looking for.
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Apr 19, 2011
This leads me to the question, “what the hell is Cheez Whiz??” It is yellowish orange like cheese. It can be spread on vegetables so children will eat them like cheese. It even has a slight hint of cheddar smell. But can we really call it cheese? Can the time and effort given to create cheese really be cheapened into a jar of Whiz? How can a cheese craftsman sleep at night knowing that this abomination exists in the world? Forgive us forefathers, we know not what we do, or eat.
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Apr 14, 2011
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Feb 21, 2011
Jan 23, 2011
The post about WIC cheese and fake nails has had the most downloads, hits, or searches. So I wonder why? It really was just an observation in line at the grocery store late one evening. In fact it is almost two years old. Still, to this day, it is downloaded at least once a day. Why?
Jan 5, 2011
For all of you hopefuls wanting fifteen minutes of fame I have a great suggestion for you. Collect trash in side your home. It seems that if you are a complete slob you can be a star. There is a show called Hoarders that focuses on peoples ability to thrive within their own filth. In fact, the bigger the mess the better. People can apparently live with six inches of rabbit shit and not even care. How is this possible? If a dust bunny is on the floor my eye starts to twitch. Homes buried internally by enormous piles of trash should be burnt to the ground in the name of public safety. Plague anyone?
Dec 14, 2010
With a rocks glass of Jameson to my right and the boys to my left I write. But in a style I'm not really familiar with. Mine. Wrapping one's self up in a literal kaleidoscope can be detrimental. Finding the words to channel your inner Twain makes you a fraud. A self indulgent idiot trying to copy instead of create. I bring shame to the house of Clarke by my admittance of being just such a person. Writing was always something special to me. A way for me to convey deep original thoughts. Often my fear of judgement (and a certain lack of grammatical ability) forced me to write for acceptance.
I turned thirty five this month. This chronological mile stone seems to have sparked a new found self awareness. A rebirth of inner enlightenment. And lets face it, a whole new attitude. My "Blog" will no longer consist of the latest muff shot of Brittney. It will not address Trailer Park social dynamics. My writing will be life based. Real, pure, without influence of the masses. Whiskey influenced none the less, but not the masses.
Nov 1, 2010
I started my day thinking about the “candy” process of Halloween. What if the candy was money? What if the individuals cloaked in deception were actually politicians? And what if I was the U.S. Treasury? They come to my door under false pretenses asking for something. Without further research into who or what they represent the candy comes flowing out. Every time someone comes, the candy leaves. By the end of the night all the candy was gone.
Now I could have gone to the store, aka China, and requisitioned more candy. I could have attempted to collect candy from those whom owe me candy. Heck I could have fired up the kitchen to start mass candy production. Instead my response to lack of candy was simple. Placing the bowl on the counter and turning out the light was my declaration of no more handouts. The individuals now had to search for other means to support their candy needs. The Treasury of this house closed up. It realized that when the candy is gone there is no more reaching into the bowl.
This simple economic principle can be applied to the downward spiraling debt. We owe candy to everyone and yet we keep the light on. People continue to reach in pulling handfuls of candy out. Our nation refills the bowl.
Jun 11, 2010
So all I needed was a topic. Something that I could be fired up about that would make this post grand in nature. Nature? Why yes, I could write about nature. During the last few days the gulf oil spill has made me mad. Partially my anger is aimed toward big oil. The majority however is focused on scientists. Men whom have placed super computers in the palm of your hand. These geniuses seem to have all the answers. Well then riddle me this Batman, "why can't we make a good bird degreaser?" For all the times we have had man made disasters you would think such a creature exists. Instead we are using household dish soap. Science is focused too much on inventions that make millions of dollars when little pelicans need sludge removed from their undercarriage. So I challenge the future brains of America to come up with something that actually helps our planet and not your wallet.
Thanks to all of you who read my dribble and actually enjoy it.
Apr 4, 2010
So here it is, Easter Sunday. A time for families to gather and rejoice in love. This Easter I am spending time with my father. I’m not real sure how many more holidays are left for him and I. So each one is special in its own way. This day we will walk in his yard in Quartzsite and look at yard ornaments. Ornaments that my mother painted in her healthy days. We will talk about which ones will stay and which ones we will take with us. Soon it will be time for us to find a location that best fits our needs. His need to live with his son. My need to work full time. We will have to select and choose items that keep a little piece of her with us. Items that, though worthless in money, are truly unable to be replaced. That way when we live in our new house together we will have the whole family there. Happy Easter to you and your family. Wherever they are.
Mar 24, 2010
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Jan 31, 2010
But I do stand behind my support of the impressive reputation that TMZ has created for itself. It seems that if it's entertainment news and it has not been confirmed by this source, well its just not true.
Jan 6, 2010
Jan 5, 2010
I do this for those out there, like me, whom have given up. Those that believe the end has come and gone. That the carb war was loss from a stand point of numbers. After all, there are more of them than us.
Jan 4, 2010
I work 15 hour days. After travel time and actual work time the total is just about fifteen hours. If you add that to the recommended 8 hours of sleep we are all suppose to get well that leaves me very little time to have a life. And if I do that five days a week then it's all over for the ever having a family thing. I guess living in a world where the time just doesn't make sense leaves you wanting more. But to those on the outside looking in it just appears that you are selfish with your time. When infact you have no time at all.
Dec 28, 2009
I think we are conditioned from the age of six to have the end of the year as a time of rest. We lounge around with kin as we stuff ourselves with grandma's home cooking. The weather provides the perfect excuse for staying indoors and the television provides programing for both him and her. So it is very unnatural to work or not be apart of some sort of holiday goings on. A basic biological need to bring a year to a close. Next year I hope to change my work/family life so that I may actually enjoy the end. Of course that will take some doing on my part as well.
Dec 23, 2009
So a women's activist group is saying that this is unfair. That the men should be sent home as well, that the woman should be allowed to stay in combat, and that abortion should be an option. That the woman of the military are being treated unfairly. That some how, giving life and being sent out of the way of danger is an unacceptable plan. HUH? So you want woman to have the choice of carrying a child to term in some sand ditch a million miles away from home, while shooting a twenty pound rifle, and dodging car bombs. Or be allowed to kill some child just so that their military career can march forward. And my favorite part, send the men home that got them pregnant. Well let me tell you the odds of woman getting knocked up will increase by a factor of a hundred if that is the case. Who needs to shoot yourself in the foot when a shot in a better location doesn't hurt as much.
Dec 21, 2009
The problem usually lies in the fact that most of us have at least one Eddy. An Eddy is the relative that just missed the bus. He (or sometimes she) has a heart as big as the great outdoors. So big in fact that it covers his eyes to the whole world. He will ruin plans, destroy the house, upset the sleeping arrangements, eat the left over ham you wanted for breakfast, and just about everything else you can imagine. Eddy is the X-factor in most holiday gatherings. He might not be here yet or could be sitting in your living room at this very moment. Sucking back eggnog and picking his teeth with an ornament hook. Eddy is what makes most people want to never have a Christmas ever again. But that is what makes a family complete. Thus a Holiday season complete as well.
Dec 20, 2009
So I went to bed thinking what flaw/flaws do I really have. And I think I might have come up with the worst one. It's never about me. I know that sounds silly, but hear me out.
When I make choices in my life, good or bad, my concern is how it will effect others. How will their life benefit from what I am doing? This seems like the good moral and Christian thing to do but it actually is self destructive. I never do for me. My actions never have the goal of really giving me what I want. Oh sure my words/texts speak everyday of the things I would like to do. But do I ever really take charge and do them? My worst trait is that I have done for others so much in my life that I have no sense of "self". That my pleasing of others makes me who I am and if I am not allowed to do that I feel as if I am nothing. Now that's a flaw.
Dec 18, 2009
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Dec 16, 2009
This might come as a surprise to most but to me it was just another day. Tiger Woods is a rich, black, young man in the modern world. He travels all over the world and meets lots of beautiful sexy women. So is it really that hard to believe that this rock star of the golf world allowed himself to be accessible to hooter's girls, strippers, porn stars, and the occasional model? If the news had broke that 50 Cent had cheated on his wife would you have had it on every news broadcast in America?
I blame golf. If Arnold Palmer would of had a few hundred million dollar endorsements and a few hundred women waking up in his bed on the road then this poor kid would not be going through such an ordeal.
Nov 22, 2009
I figure dogs do not have fully functioning taste buds. Throughout a typical day, my dog seems to lick everything. Therefore, one day I realized something about his licking ecstasy. He never reacts in a negative way. No matter what material is placed in his mouth, joy fills him. Why is that? Why are dogs so grateful for everything from peanut butter to butt? In my life, I am sure I whine too much. I complain about how I feel or what food I eat. Sometimes the simple joy of just having something escapes me. Maybe I need a little toe jam.
Nov 16, 2009
You know, the crabs get a bad rap. Okay, I know your shaking your head in disbelief but let me finish. The crabs are annoying little bugs that like to find warm hairy parts of your body to move and live in. They scurry about your dark region in the hopes you will just let them live there in peace. However, due to their very offensive itch we find ways to make them go away. We might use simple techniques like shaving the ground cover they hide under or buying some sort of burning battery acid to kill them. Either way the need remove them from our lives is very great. In fact, the fear of ever seeing them again makes even the simplest trip to a public bathroom a true adventure.
I bring crabs to your attention for one reason. No, I do not have the little critters. Rather I am curious why we would banish a tiny bug that irritates us but we are willing to buy Sarah Palin's book. We are willing to support her, listen to her, and tolerate the itch she gives us. Why?
Nov 8, 2009
In the end, when someone poses the question "which came first" it is to entice you to pick a side. To choose which side you feel is more important for placing blame. For me it is very simple to assign blame to someone. Myself. If I really offered my country more support then maybe I wouldn't have fleeced America like everyone else. Think I'm alone? How many times have you prayed for a return on your taxes verses paying a little more to keep the lights on? Have you ever uttered the phrase "I got some of my money back" in speaking about said return? The truth is that when we all avoid helping out our nation it does at up. How would the debt look if we all paid five dollars more a month in taxes? Could you truly space sixty dollars a year to help out your country?
Nov 3, 2009
So after a month or so of not pod casting or blogging I figured that the numbers would reflect as such and the once lived dream of having a group of faithful readers would slowly burn out. The visions of Pulitzers dancing in my head would just have to be a mere reflection on a future death bed. But the truth lye within the numbers.
It seems that last week, my sites acquired subscribers. Subscribers? How is that possible? You have to be producing material in order to have subscribers right? Well it seems that there are still many out there whom desire to hear/read what is going on in that silly little mind of mine. So, with a cup of tea at my side, I return to the keyboard to begin the next chapter in what has become simply known as The Rant.
Thank You. All of You.
Oct 8, 2009
The return to work was a long time coming. But I am happy to report that I have once again joined the work force. Bill collectors go to hell, the money is coming.
Oct 5, 2009
Sep 25, 2009
While visiting some of the other blogs on here I found a little gadget that tracks your progress in just about anything. You can follow your needs for getting pregnant, saving for your dream car, or even buying a new house. This powerful little stool pigeon keeps you on the straight and narrow by allowing the entire free world to monitor your progress. It is funny how our own discipline is never strong enough. Pushed by our peers is the only motivation to succeed. Well, why should I be any different? So the top of my blog shall have my new friend. I really don't have a name for him yet but one will come to me. He will track progress as I move toward the final goal. Of all the designs to choose from this one was a more man than most. Who knows, after my loss maybe my days of becoming a great football will be upon me. Of course, I really wasn't that good to begin with.
Sep 24, 2009
I often wonder just how much we as humans can forgive. When someone commits a horrible murder do we not seek the death penalty? Is it not justice to wish horrible things on someone who wishes it on us? I wonder when the Christian ethic of loving thy brother for he knows not what he does ever took a nose dive. With the times increasingly going right down the old crapper it should be a time when we get behind those who may need a little help. A simple shoulder to lean on when the legs that normally hold us up get a bit weak would be nice. I think that deep down we have to forgive. We must look at those whom we love and cherish and understand that they are flawed. They contain errors that are substantial in the moment but have no value in the greater presence of self. We are human, errors or mistakes make us who we are. Great and small.
Sep 23, 2009
So the battle of the bulge has finally forced me to make some changes. Apparently I have reached a point in my unhealthy life where the consumption of any extra salt in my diet forces my feet to swell up to a ridiculous size. How ridiculous you ask? Well let's just say an elephant walked by and asked where my toes were. So this new found, potentially deadly, condition makes me at risk of that whole heart attack thing. This condition makes it necessary to take immediate action.
The first step was to return to a better eating lifestyle. This might as well be a training program for space. I can't seem to understand why the hell I can't enjoy and eat the things I want. Second is the need to find some sort of physical activity. That includes but is not limited to a trip or two to the gym. Of course I love that feeling of being on display at the gym. You know that fat guy at the gym exhibit that thin people at the gym ogle. I almost feel that there should be some sort of music playing and me wearing that funny little monkey hat. But the time is now.
Sep 21, 2009
Today was the second live show for the Rant. It was a great time. You can play it from here by clicking the blog talk radio button down on the right. Take a listen.
Sep 19, 2009
Sep 18, 2009
With a great bolt of lightning from the sky I have figured out where all the money went in America. It took a little time for me to put my finger on it. But after much deliberation the verdict is in. The lack of funds freely available to Americans for such things as schools and health care can be attributed to studies. That is correct. The amount of money wasted on completely ridiculous studies is astronomical. The latest study to reveal and reinforce this statement took eight years in the making. That's right, from 1986 to 1994 people actually took surveys to see if the lack of health insurance would increase your chances of death. Did you understand what I just said? They actually spent money to collect data, process that data, and report the data that confirms that if you cannot afford medical treatment you are more likely to die. Let me ask why there is not a study on common sense? Why is it that people have lost the ability to just take the obvious at face value? I think money spenders need to have a study done on them.
Sep 17, 2009
Sep 16, 2009
Often the deep need to help care for someone or provide for someone supersedes the need to give to yourself. This spark deep in our being keeps the humanity alive. Giving of yourself to make life better for another is both rewarding and, in some ways, self fulfilling. I realize now that work for me is this very thing. I have this deep dark desire to help or provide for someone. It makes me feel needed or desired in some seeded way. Not that I don't feel that my self worth is great. Just that the instant gratification of seeing someone comforted by my efforts makes my day. Ironically my need to help others might seem selfish in a very giving way. Odd.
Sep 15, 2009
Sep 14, 2009
The first live broadcast of the Rant this morning was an absolute bust. It seems that above everything else I can't tell time anymore. For those of you who actually tuned in and caught the last 15 minutes of the show thank you. And for the caller from Arizona, thank you so much. The next show is Monday the 21st and I hope it to be much better than this mess.
Sep 11, 2009
Sep 10, 2009
I do often dream of being able to run long distances without death. It use to be that if you ran a mile everyday you were really doing something. Now if you bring up a mile to a true runner they wonder why you didn't finish your warm up. The average running distance keeps increasing yet my ability to run is ever decreasing. By the time I get up to an actual mile the average distance will be like 22 miles and my little mile will not even be acknowledged as a run. It will be a slow jog. Of course, as time marches on, my run might get up to five miles a day. Then at least I can tell people I only had time to warm up.
Sep 9, 2009
They seem to work out the details in the end. Both complete their breakfast and retire to opposite resting areas until the next poop break, a mere seven hours from now. This cycle is not that of life but rather two dogs whom have everything.