I was thinking today about the American Dream today. Pretty pompus, eh? It's not The Dream, or even, The Life, but specifically the American Dream. Mind you The Dream and The Life are essentially the same, but who honestly wants to be associated with some incredibly generic terms? Fuck that. Every other country with goals sucks. I don't see too many clamoring to live the Etheopian Dream. Most countries think of us as fat, having a bunch of shit just for the sake of having it, and being incredibly wasteful in the process of getting it. Maybe that's why it's called the American Dream? It essentially boils down to "I will do whatever I want, however I feel like accomplishing it, and ignore the long term consequences", after all, and we certainly do a fantastic job of that. We eat to excess for pleasure when other countries are struggling to have enough food to live. With an ever-expanding waistline and increasingly declining health, who needs eugenics when you have the American Dream, I say.
BUT THE AMERICAN DREAM IS MUCH MORE THAN THAT
Suuure. Take, for example, the reasons in which this country was founded; a sect that lives within the confines of the English rule don't like a few laws that restrict their choice on a matter or three. They travel to a distant far off land in the name of increasing the homeland's profit margins. Eventually the current residents, misnamed indians because we have to mark everything as our own (it's a shame peeing on things isn't more culturally accepted), are evicted and the Queen is told to go pound salt, all because they want to be "free". Funny how that comes off about as emotionally mature as a 18 year old moving out of his mom's house after a disagreement about his girlfriend.
YOU TOTALLY JUST FUCKED UP HOW THINGS REALLY WENT DOWN, DUDE.
You don't say. What a curious thing for me to do in the midst of a rant about how single minded and ignorant our country is as a whole.
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Mission Statement
As a person who is always squirtin for a hurtin, I'm haphazardly putting myself out there for any random jerk off's pleasure. I am an extremely bored, equally poor 22 year old living in his dad's spare bedroom who wants nothing more than to live his dream of being a writing shit for cash. That's right, I have such an inferiority complex that I want EVERYONE to know the dumb shit I think of in some semi-permanent form. I'm thinking movies and stand up.
HEY ASSHOLE, WHY NOT JUST GO DO THAT INSTEAD.
Good question, queef. Allow me to explain: I'm extremely lazy. I have big dreams, but little motivation. Or rather, little motivation to do things that I know are going to take a lot of effort. I'm talking a LOT of effort. To put it in bro speak; I'm being a puss. This is OK because this waste of space blog is my outlet while I wait for my balls to drop. Lucky for me, they are giving out thousands upon thousands of free space to any person who has a voice. Quite frankly I'm no different than the average square. Let's count the ways:
1. I'M EXTREMELY TALENTED. Clearly my raw talent is leaps and bounds above the rest of the competition. There is no doubt I'll get noticed by someone important and they'll be so impressed that they'll surely foster my talent.
2. I'M ATTRACTIVE. Soooo much better looking than you.
3. MY HOPES ARE DISPROPORTIONAL TO REALITY. Man, I just gotta start somewhere. Perhaps this blog will be my start! I can see it now... I'll be super rich and famous, writing a great many popular movies, of course.On the wikipedia page about me, in the portion where it states how I got started in the biz, because people in the biz say biz it's an insider term ya know, it'll say so and so discovered my blog and, being so thoroughly impressed, absolutely HAD to ask me to pen up a script that they were positive would be the next big thing.
4. I HAVE DREAMS. And I'm so gonna make them come true, unlike what became of your dreams. Besides, your dreams suck.
5. I GO TO SCHOOL. Yeah man, you know, I'm just doin it for a back up. In case this writing stuff doesn't work out.... Funny how neither plan pans out for people who say that, isn't it?
So, help me out. If you read this, give me your money. I'll take whatever spare change you've got in your pocket, although a tithe of your yearly income is preferable.
FUCK YOU
Well, then I'll be forced to keep writing this bullshit until someone does. You wouldn't want me to do that, would you?
*click*
Touche douche. And so begins a long and painful journey into becoming a full time writer. Won't you come with me?
HEY ASSHOLE, WHY NOT JUST GO DO THAT INSTEAD.
Good question, queef. Allow me to explain: I'm extremely lazy. I have big dreams, but little motivation. Or rather, little motivation to do things that I know are going to take a lot of effort. I'm talking a LOT of effort. To put it in bro speak; I'm being a puss. This is OK because this waste of space blog is my outlet while I wait for my balls to drop. Lucky for me, they are giving out thousands upon thousands of free space to any person who has a voice. Quite frankly I'm no different than the average square. Let's count the ways:
1. I'M EXTREMELY TALENTED. Clearly my raw talent is leaps and bounds above the rest of the competition. There is no doubt I'll get noticed by someone important and they'll be so impressed that they'll surely foster my talent.
2. I'M ATTRACTIVE. Soooo much better looking than you.
3. MY HOPES ARE DISPROPORTIONAL TO REALITY. Man, I just gotta start somewhere. Perhaps this blog will be my start! I can see it now... I'll be super rich and famous, writing a great many popular movies, of course.On the wikipedia page about me, in the portion where it states how I got started in the biz, because people in the biz say biz it's an insider term ya know, it'll say so and so discovered my blog and, being so thoroughly impressed, absolutely HAD to ask me to pen up a script that they were positive would be the next big thing.
4. I HAVE DREAMS. And I'm so gonna make them come true, unlike what became of your dreams. Besides, your dreams suck.
5. I GO TO SCHOOL. Yeah man, you know, I'm just doin it for a back up. In case this writing stuff doesn't work out.... Funny how neither plan pans out for people who say that, isn't it?
So, help me out. If you read this, give me your money. I'll take whatever spare change you've got in your pocket, although a tithe of your yearly income is preferable.
FUCK YOU
Well, then I'll be forced to keep writing this bullshit until someone does. You wouldn't want me to do that, would you?
*click*
Touche douche. And so begins a long and painful journey into becoming a full time writer. Won't you come with me?
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