The formalitative opression of common courtesy.

          The golden years...citizens all willing to die for their country valiantly. Industry boomed with the hard work of a nation. They came back from WW1 and gave us "the baby boom". But that all seems innocent and charming.

What people fail to realize is the slowly mutating infection they've also implanted right into the heads of all countrymen ever since their glory days. If you read the title of this post and couldnt figure it out I would say stop reading this now because frankly, youre an imbecile (jk mom, love ya!) buut youve read this far so obviously you have shown some interest therefore i will fill you in on this pandemic that has crept through the masses.

        Ill set it up for you...common greeting
"hey, how are you" they say roboticlly.
"Im doing fine, how are you?" with a response as dull as the question.

This is normal. What has been acheived by this "conversation"...Ill answer that (because it was rhetorical anyways) nothing was said of any value.
But thats okay because you were just being polite...aha! the real meaning of my minful rants has sprung loose.

Is being polite the best policy? It sure isnt doing anyone any favors. It is forced expressions that merely fill space where unimaginative people feel they carry meaning.
I urge you to break this (yes im saying it) oppressive mold that being polite brings

America is about the individual, not about those stupid mad libs games that have no purpose and change very little from person to person. This is how a conversation should look:

"Johnny,I think your girlfriend is creepy" he says with a loud vivacity not seen in many years (thanks old people)
"Dude, that's your opinion but Helen is vuluptuous and cool in every way so you can back up." says the now more confident attractive American citizen.

Now thats just passing in the hall, imagine how much more fullfilling your life would be with these fruitful encounters happening often. Its the beginning of a new era, should we choose to embrace the individual aspect of life America is so fond of.

New times are coming and Im excited...dont be alarmed by the lack of said "courtesy" because it doesnt mean the level of rudeness shall increase. Nay, rudeness will become a thing of the past. People will have the capability to speak their minds and precious hearts with impunity. A stronger, free-er(?), more competant America will emerge.

Long live the new age of free speech that can benfit all, goodbye to the courtesy talk that slows down world production and therefore meaningful life.

Oh, and maybe golf should be banned...so frustrating! Anyways, peace out.

The beginnings of a beautiful, or somewhat melancholy friendship.

Alright, well this is my first post ever and I feel already expectations to be the best blogger known on the face of the internet. Now thinking how ridiculous this sounds Ill shoot for lower things, like the lottery or possibly a banana shake. This blog was started mainly because I like to write but also from some now considered positive peer pressure (shout out to britney freeman woot woot). Ive made the name oddly specific but theres actually no telling what I could write about.
       Most importantly Id like to adress the pressing issue behind the Power Rangers, and I mean any of their 400 series. My mom wouldnt let me watch it as a kid and now being 17 I have discovered the reason. (If you believe in the magic i advise you to leave now). First off, they get no preparation for battle and the villians always know where they are. You would think they could invest in some GPS technology, or just look out the window for that matter seeing as theyre 100 feet tall. Okay so they get there in the normally, yet not suprising, japanese style street garb and theyre all white...save for the black ranger (racism anyone?). The monster will then get around 2 or 3 good licks on them (avarage taken from the archive in my head) before the rangers decide its time to step up their game. Here's where the problem lies.
       Morphin time! This is where the magic happens. Here we begin the 3-5 min graphic sequence of them changing into their super tight fitting garments. All the while, Im not quite sure what the bad monsters could be doing. i forsee 3 possible options.

1. Theyre suspended in time, frozen by the mystical powers of the special ranger equipment.

2. Caught in a mixture of shock and fear the baddies are immobilized, not under any spell but only caught in the ridiculousness of the moment.

3. Every evil character has also secretly joined the tri-county knitting society. Written in bold print across every building its written, "Theres never a bad time to advance your psassion!". Taking this phrase to heart, as they should, they begin designs on intricate patterns defying all progress made before given the obscene amount of time they have.

        And dont even get me started on those freaking megazords! Requiring 10 minutes of construction since they traverse the world. Secretly hidden from everyone, they graciously jump out of their nooks and crannies to follow the call into adventure!

        You know what, Im done with the tirade of Japanese cheese they call television. Ive moved onto better things making much more sense. Yes, Im referring to LOST and although the seasons have come to a close Id like to briefly sum up the main point presented.

Time is not real, neither are people.


Anyways, hope you enjoyed it and if you didnt you can find somewhere else to read creep!
Peace out and War Eagle!!!