Politically Misguided

So i’m thinking about the political race in the states, living in Britain my mother fills me in from time to time about how annoying all the ads are.  which i’m happy that i don’t have to listen to.

Here are my dilemmas  Obama didn’t make the cut, and Romney is a heartless tit.  I was pro Obama, though I must admit I didn’t vote last time, i know, shame on me.  But this time I don’t know if I want to vote.  I was part of the Ron Paul crowd, but I kinda knew from the beginning that Ron was a long shot.

But thats what makes America great, even the guy with the long shot……  nope, thats not what makes America great anymore.  in fact, America just isn’t a place where anyone can make it.  It use to be hard work, good character and money counted for something.  Now only money counts, and luck, lots of luck.  What makes America great is the illusion it still feeds to the American population.  That it is somehow better than the rest of the world.

Then again, I’m a terrible patriot.  I love my country, don’t get me wrong, and I wish it was a place worth bragging about, but it isn’t.  The political divide is polarising the country, the government is hell bent on scaring the public into submission and wasting time and money on monitoring its own citizens, and hell, the rest of the world too.  We have a military larger than most countries, our military costs more than Sweden’s GDP.  And yet we have unaffordable universities, unaffordable healthcare and the worst financial inequality since 1928.

So, let’s stop spending money on political campaigns, let’s reduce our military spending, let’s force corporations and wealthy individuals to actually pay the taxes they owe and cut out the tax loopholes, let us NOT raise taxes, invest in alternative energies, and stop picking fights with little middle eastern countries.

I love my country, but I feel like its doing everything wrong.  So here is a toast to Ron Paul, I’m sorry you didn’t make it, because I have no faith in Obama or Romney.


An honest Liberal.


PS the cartoon can be found here: http://www.toonpool.com/cartoons/The%20Anatomy%20of%20US%20Politics_66293


I used to write spoken word

but now it feels forced, but i tried, and i’m sharing, i have one follower, you know who you are.  one day there might be more of you, and i’m going to write like their might one day be more of you.  so to all my friends who don’t know i have a blog, which is all of you, here is my first attempt to get back into writing, its short.


working through wording,

i’m trying to create.


no, i’m working to create,

I am forcing creativity.


i’m pushing through my fingers,

the will to write words.


no, to create words of art,

words that pull the world’s seam’s apart.


I am forcing truths,

unraveling preconceptions.


no, i’m uncovering misconceptions,

of underserved redemptions.


i force my fingers to write,

unsure of what to type.


no, i’m lost in my own thoughts,

my mind wanders… away.


creativity slipping away,

growing tired with age.


no, wasting away,

malnourished and unpracticed.


like the tools of a trade,

left out in the rain.

Brain Heist

so my wife (we aren’t married, but saying partner sounds silly and everyone else calls her my wife) told me the most fascinating fact.  some women, in the final stages of pregnancy, have their brains shrink by as much as 3%.  This is made even more fascinating because we are actually just starting to attempt to make babies.  


this is truly amazing, pregnancy makes you stupider (my wife’s words, seriously).  apparently, if the baby doesn’t get enough nutrients to develop it’s brain, it will basically steal its mother’s brain in some sort of neonatal heist. 


so take heed new mothers, feed your body with lots of good nutritious food, or else your baby will steal your frontal cortex.  of course this is by no means a serious medical journal, and maybe my wife is wrong, the babies might be after your occipital lobe.


Also, the brain apparently regrows to full size after about 6 months.



other thoughts for the day, google image Brussels sprouts, they look unnatural.

the start

i wanted to start this new writing with something like, well, this is my first journal/blog/whatever and i don’t know what to write.  
But that sounds so…. typical, and who the hell wants to be typical.  my last wish is that i’m gonna start writing and sound like some emo teen wearing skinny jeans moaning about not knowing what to moan about.
So instead i still sound like the above, just actively aware and trying to fight it.
the olympics are on, and i don’t think I have ever been less interested in the olympics, I mean whats different, phelps swims fast and bolt runs fast.  China and the US duke it out for the top spot and the rest of the world is just happy to have a good time, except for Britain, they have this illusion of grandeur when the fact is there are only 60 million people in this country and statistically they just won’t beat a much larger country.  and i’m pretty sure India isn’t up there because they’re smart enough not to throw all that money at evolutionary traits that aren’t useful anymore.  granted they probably spend that money on other just as useless causes, but at least not at that one.
I’m tempted to delete the above writing because i feel like i’m trying too hard, but i read somewhere once that writing gets easier with practice so i’m going to leave bad observations in for the time being.
I can’t decide whether i’m going to publish any of these anywhere.  There is something cool about a blog, if people read it.  if no one reads it, its just lame.  actually, a blog only makes sense if there are lots of people to read it, or if its for family, but if its just for family why not just email it.
on the plus side, i once again have a use for my journaling program.  i did use it for university, i was supposed to keep a learning journal, i hated it.  i liked the program, but the learning journals sucked, they always wanted lots of reflections.  
have you ever known one of those people who always asks, “and how do you feel about that”.  I hate that, and thats what reflection is like.  i see life much more black and white.  no, i take that back, my views on things are very black and white.  
alright here is a disclaimer, if by chance i do post this to a blog and you read this, i work with adults with special needs and my learning journals where about my work, the course was a practice based course.
right back to my thoughts on black and white.  i would write a learning journal and comment on how i noticed X approach worked better for Bob (obviously a fake name) than using the Y approach and i would say it was because of factors a, b and c.  In my learning journal I’m then supposed to explain how this was for me…..  How in hell does that have anything to do with how i’m feeling.  if i tried Y approach and it didn’t work i don’t reflect on it, i make a mental note that, oh, that wasn’t the best choice, that might have been because of ______, i will try approach X next time.  its that simple, but i was somehow supposed to make more of it, and to this day, i still don’t know how.
i told myself to write 600 words, so have a good night everyone.