MAC vs. pc

MAC vs. pc transformer style

although, I believe they give pc way too much credit... :)

The MEEEEEDIA

The Media... wow... in the old days, you could call them the press, or even journalists. Today, hardly a dozen reputable journalists exist. Why? Because of money. Because ratings = money, and bullshit = ratings. (therefore, bullshit = money). Sounds like an easy job, huh? I'd love to get paid for making up nonsensical bullshit all day and presenting it as the upmost important thing my audience will ever hear or read.

I was in the tire shop today, and, like 90 percent of waiting rooms and business lobbies I visit today, they were proudly displaying the FOX "NEWS" station in their waiting room. So, at a random time of day, with no agenda or plans of writing an essay criticizing their b.s. later that day, I watched...

I watched for an hour as the "journalists" pandered around, cutting from one "reporter" to the next, all covering a "story" on a little girl that had "vanished".
Without one credible source, they took turns GUESSING which involved party was responsible for the girl's disappearance. One said that the mother was to blame. One reporter had, on good authority, that the father-in-law was to blame. I listened as the grandmother of the girl called into the television station to explain that it was the babysitter's fault. A babysitter that no other person has ever seen or heard of.

I thought to myself, "I could use some media attention; maybe I should invent a story that's so absurdly crude that only FOX "NEWS" would air, and I can do it all without a fear of them even researching my story!. The most respected 'news' station on television... it's a freaking TMZ episode...

I couldn't take it anymore, so I went outside for a cigarette. Upon returning home, I turned on my over the air, rabbit ear reception, television (without the great Fox 'news' network) and listened as my local newscasters fed me with my nightly depression and fear...

should you REALLY vote???

EVERY time you vote, forget about whether an issue is right or wrong, but concentrate hardly on THIS question: "should this specific government be in control of this specific issue?"

Why?

THE GOVERMENT WANTS MORE POWER. (and thinks they need more power...really??). Think about it. They fool you every time, don't they? 'is gay marriage right or wrong?'...'cussing, nudity and all things offensive should be banned from public broadcast'...'public prayer should be allowed here' or 'this national spoken tradition should say this word or not' or 'should smoking this leaf be banned here or everywhere?'

Every time THEY put an issue up for decision, it gives THEM the power to CONTROL that issue! And they use YOU to do it... making you think you're having free will to make every imaginable choice under the sun. Pretty soon there won't be a single issue that we haven't given the government the power to control.

You remember all of those future 'sci-fi' novels, where the government all of the sudden has all of this insane power? The power to control everything??? sounding more familiar now? yeah...

There's these people in the country that are designed to stir things up: Jesse Jacksons; Bill O'Reillys (or just Fox News for that matter!); Gay Rights Bullshit Specialists, Spokesmen, and other 'activists'; the political spokesman for this side; the political spokesman for that side...

You'll find that when something gets stirred up, people have the overwhelming urge to nail it back down, and to nail it down the way they think is the right way. Everyone rushes to 'fix' the system, when they are foolishly making this huge system over our heads even stronger.

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7/11/08

A Children's Poem

Here is a children's poem I wrote some time ago.  My daughter likes it... hope you do also! 

Beware the Togderd

BEWARE the Togderd, lying by the path

He's nasty, through and through

He'll yink your stard while seeming to laugh

He's been known to shess your mooe

In one piece Togderd comes, if he's hry and dard

You can coove him to the mans.

But beware, my friend, the Tet Wogderd,

You'll have hrown all over your bands

There's a large Togderd, and beside it, a small

Which one shall you choose

For Togderds remains, until you act

When your pom makes you mean up the cloo

And never forget I told you this

For, one day, I nearly died

I had the whiniest shike moose you ever saw,

Until Togderd plaimed them, with cride...

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