Please, people...
We can NOT do this to our country. McCain has no respect for the office of President of the United States. This is obvious by his Vice Presidential decision.
Obviously, McCain and Palin would not be exactly 4-more-years of the SAME; however, it could potentially get much much worse.
Obama isn't perfect by any means, but he is a much much better alternative.
I know we're an "every man for himself" country.
I know we're a "gun loving" country.
Extended social programs may not work too well in this country, but I think we should definitely give it a shot.
As for our guns, the 2nd Ammendment should stand on its own. The government can't take away your guns...that's why we have the right to OWN guns...to prevent such an uprising.
Please consider your options though these are the theoretical alternatives, as I see it:
1. Somewhat stricter gun laws.
or
2. The further dumbing down of our country under the rule of a disgruntled grandpa who may or may not have Alzheimers.
I used to respect McCain. I would have voted for him, also. But now...he's abandoned everything I thought he believed in...
fuck him.
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2008-09-08
2008-09-07
Hello Darling. It's Been Far Too Long...
The human mind is capable of some very funny things.
When I was younger, I used to suffer from an occasional panic attack. Nothing serious or even noticable. Nothing I was ever treated for or considered to be a problem. It mostly came in the form of a feeling of intensity once in awhile when I couldn't get to sleep. I felt as if every noise in the room was heightened and that there was a sort of screaming voice in the center of my brain.
This can be a scary feeling for a kid, but fortunately I was able to overcome it on my own. My parents didn't even know about it. I couldn't explain it, of course, and because I was young, impressionable, and attending Catholic school, I thought it had something to do with my conscience. This "knowledge" made me extremely conscious of any decision I made, and caused me to be unneccessarily apologetic.
When I was a bit older, I met another boy at camp who actually suffered from legitimate panic attacks that caused him to hum to himself and rock back and forth from time to time. From speaking with him, I came to realize that this feeling wasn't something supernatural, but something fairly commonplace (that I was fortunate enough to only have to a small degree). Eventually I learned how to dismiss the feeling, or calm myself down to get rid of it. Next thing I knew, they were gone altogether.
The reason that I mention this is that this weekend was fun and strange. On Friday night, I absolutely couldn't force myself to go to sleep. Eventually it became so intense that I began to have one of these anxiety attacks, feeling that I would NEVER be able to get to sleep, and that I couldn't find any silence. After a couple minutes of no success with ignoring the situation, I managed to get up and take a shower to try to calm myself down. Somehow in this process, the problem went away and I drifted, fairly easily, off to sleep.
Janine's cousins: Maura and Jess came to visit with their respective boyfriends. And Anthony came over, too! It was an exciting weekend (what with the RED BULL BOXCAR RACE and all). There was a shitstorm on Saturday during the race, but it still managed to be fucking amazing.
Today, I went to Farley's Pub for the Eagles game. I'm not a football fan at all, but the Eagles owned.
Now I'm at work and about to watch a Sarah Palin speech, then read an article on it by Sam Harris. Ah, work.
EDIT:
I'm watching an insider documentary on MSNBC about John McCain's life, and what's the first thing to come up at the commercial break?? An ad for Alzheimers care. I just found that kinda interesting (funny).
When I was younger, I used to suffer from an occasional panic attack. Nothing serious or even noticable. Nothing I was ever treated for or considered to be a problem. It mostly came in the form of a feeling of intensity once in awhile when I couldn't get to sleep. I felt as if every noise in the room was heightened and that there was a sort of screaming voice in the center of my brain.
This can be a scary feeling for a kid, but fortunately I was able to overcome it on my own. My parents didn't even know about it. I couldn't explain it, of course, and because I was young, impressionable, and attending Catholic school, I thought it had something to do with my conscience. This "knowledge" made me extremely conscious of any decision I made, and caused me to be unneccessarily apologetic.
When I was a bit older, I met another boy at camp who actually suffered from legitimate panic attacks that caused him to hum to himself and rock back and forth from time to time. From speaking with him, I came to realize that this feeling wasn't something supernatural, but something fairly commonplace (that I was fortunate enough to only have to a small degree). Eventually I learned how to dismiss the feeling, or calm myself down to get rid of it. Next thing I knew, they were gone altogether.
The reason that I mention this is that this weekend was fun and strange. On Friday night, I absolutely couldn't force myself to go to sleep. Eventually it became so intense that I began to have one of these anxiety attacks, feeling that I would NEVER be able to get to sleep, and that I couldn't find any silence. After a couple minutes of no success with ignoring the situation, I managed to get up and take a shower to try to calm myself down. Somehow in this process, the problem went away and I drifted, fairly easily, off to sleep.
Janine's cousins: Maura and Jess came to visit with their respective boyfriends. And Anthony came over, too! It was an exciting weekend (what with the RED BULL BOXCAR RACE and all). There was a shitstorm on Saturday during the race, but it still managed to be fucking amazing.
Today, I went to Farley's Pub for the Eagles game. I'm not a football fan at all, but the Eagles owned.
Now I'm at work and about to watch a Sarah Palin speech, then read an article on it by Sam Harris. Ah, work.
EDIT:
I'm watching an insider documentary on MSNBC about John McCain's life, and what's the first thing to come up at the commercial break?? An ad for Alzheimers care. I just found that kinda interesting (funny).
2008-08-26
Do You Need Anything Else?
...This video was linked to in my previous post's video; however, I thought it was so great that I would give it its own post.
Is it any wonder Barack Obama inspires so many people? There are things about him that I don't agree with...his faith...his attempts to bow down to the right in many of his policies...his attempts to prove that he'll be a war president, even if we don't particularly need it...
But, in spite of all of this, his campaign is about HOPE, CHANGE, and resurrection of this country. I think he'll make the right decisions...
...and I HOPE he knows what he's doing.
Is it any wonder Barack Obama inspires so many people? There are things about him that I don't agree with...his faith...his attempts to bow down to the right in many of his policies...his attempts to prove that he'll be a war president, even if we don't particularly need it...
But, in spite of all of this, his campaign is about HOPE, CHANGE, and resurrection of this country. I think he'll make the right decisions...
...and I HOPE he knows what he's doing.
2008-08-24
I've never seen such a Spirited campaign.
Though this is just another celebrity infested promotion, I still think it's exciting and heartwarming and real.
I just browsed through a gallery of Obama fan art and some of it looks like 1960s-1970s inspiring posters. I've never seen such a campaign as this one...It is full of sincere people with actual faith and devotion in a candidate that they feel that they can believe in.
Maybe we can believe in Obama. I think that I can believe in Barack Obama...I Want to Believe.
Please don't let us down, Mr. Senator. We believe in you...and we will continue to hold out hope until the very last vote is counted.
One suggestion: Lose Your Religion.
2008-08-23
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