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Friday, February 26, 2010

Power To The People

To Whom This May Concern:

This world isn't what it used to be. Not that it ever was, but now it's nowhere near to the possibly potential it could've been. You all see what I see. Many of you feel what I feel. Few of you understand and think as I do. Of all the people in the world, how many will do something about it? How many will be willing to risk it all for the rest of society, only to be cast out, spat on, to have them turn their backs on you; especially when you need them the most?

The handful who have indeed something to fight against the corruption and malice of this world have been labeled "out cast". Their names murdered by the pompous elitist buying and playing their pawns in the media, court systems; living in a world of sheep, owned by pigs, ruled by wolves, what could you expect from anyone but to comply and become a pawn in hope that perhaps you'll be able to get ahead. For your sake, your family's, you do what they say as they cripple you, drain the life out of your soul until you're left to rot beneath ground while they move on to your next family member.

You call them "terrorists", you shun them because they refuse to be part of the problem. You betray them when they risk it for a better tomorrow.  I refuse to stand-by as you belittle them. Cast your judgment upon them, because your too much of a coward to see this world's injustice and problems. Whether I believe their actions were right or wrong isn't in question. It's the encryption of their motives. Is this truly why they did this? Or is this what I want to believe they did these actions? Are they really your own thoughts, or have you been influenced by someone else?

You may me call me unpatriotic, communist, terrorist, a threat to the American way. Threat I am, because I refuse to feed the machine. A threat to the American people, I am not. To mankind, I find that hard to believe. A threat to corporate America who sends their sons and daughters to fight and die for profit, you can bet your ass I am. This new-age revolution has started. You'll try to destroy this rebellion before it builds its power. Realize this, you have taken it all from us, what does a man fear when they have nothing to lose?

Don't fret Big Brother. This is your own doing. You've pushed the masses once too many long enough. Count your profits (however short they may be). Now count how many pissed off sons and daughters and fathers and mothers who have their sights on you. And a thirst for Venegence like no other.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Past Due.

Wow, its been about a month since I've last posted a blog (not that many might read; more for my own viewings later into the year).

First off, its 5:15 a.m. in the morning. I tend to be a light or heavy sleeper depening on what transpired though the day. Now, this morning, early morning, I woke up at 5:30 since I couldn't seem to wonder why my phone wouldn't turn on.

After I ripped all the pieces apart and but them back together, I plugged it into the computer. APPARENTLY it was uncharged (silly me). I remember leaving it plugged all day the day before and when I was texting last night, I had a full battery life. Oh well, at least it works and I'll simply charge it today before work.

Well, yesterday I was alone, everyone had to work. Not that big of a deal. But... the day before coming home from work. Amazing. I got surprised by Lynday, Danny, Tony, and Brittany <3

Oh! Its Feb. 11th. Congratulations Erika. Happy Birthday Dory. I love you and miss you.