Sometimes I Feel Like Jesus Christ . . . Sometimes I Don't . . . (Give Me Your Tired, Your Poor . . .)

Meshuggah and Hockey had to have been invented at the same time . . . cause they go so well together . . .

I've often wondered how Jesus felt when all the people He knew denied they knew Him . . . or how He feels when we forget He exists . . .

I think I've gotten a better understand of this over the past couple of weeks . . .

It's amazing that humans have the capacity to remember dates, moments, nostalgia, pop culture, memories, etc. and cannot remember the face of a friend that is right in front of them, nor can they remember the countless number of times when that friend has been a "friend indeed" and not a "friend in need".

I understand that humans are flawed, I understand what it is to have a hectic life or a screwed up brain but I still can't wrap mine around how we can forget the very words that come out of our mouths or how to appreciate the things that we are given . . .

Again this brings me back to the notion of the increasing materiality of the human condition . . .

It seems that we have lost all respect for the man who is able to sacrifice his time, energy, and patience and in turn gained a shameful respect for money.

Again I have to ponder the fact that intelligence, competency, and even one's inherent personality and nature are now solely dependant on the contents of one's wallet and not the contents of the heart or soul.

America is in a state of economic fallow. The last time this happened in our country, a greater resolve of the human spirit was fostered in the wake of mass suicide and psychological depression. Neighbors broke bread with neighbors, lended the helping hand, and expanded communities to welcome the down-trodden and less fortunate. I fear that history is repeating itself in some sort of alternate reality, in which we have sacrificed our humanity and the history of which we "pride" ourselves on for a couple more moments in the sun . . .

Are we not supposed to be the products of evolution? Are we not supposed to "Learn from the past to influence the future"? Moreover, are we so shallow, self-absorbed, and greedy that we would beg for empathy only to refuse the same to another? If our "great country" endured the same economic and social trauma through perseverance and a general regard for one's fellow man, how much more should we be mindful of the "great heritage" of our "great country"?

I daresay that the root problem causing so much strife throughout our nation is a lack of social reform.

For the record I don't expect a nationwide gathering at every meeting house in America tomorrow. I would like to see a greater majority of Americans with some sort of philosophical backbone, not so easily swayed by the popular vote. A nation of thinkers, speakers, doers who put stock in action and not words (they are a dime a dozen).

Bullshit seems not only commonplace but expected, accepted, and praised . . . how are we to accomplish anything?

People ask me why I don't talk, why I am so quiet and I am tempted to reply, "Because I'm too busy doing something to talk about what I'm doing."

It seems that the American Spirit has been watered down . . . we are no longer the industrious nation we once were. Moreover, we have lost the one thing that made this country great . . . integrity.

It is now OK to not complete things, it's acceptable to slack off, it's not popular to be hard-working, ambitious, self-motivated, honest, or even task-orientated . . .

Ignorance is bliss and will earn you the ear of every sorry sod this side of the Mississippi . . .

I often wish there were a way to stop the world and maintain the consciousness of everyone in the world, climb to the highest point on Earth with the biggest loudspeaker known to man and scream at the top of my lungs, "WE ARE ALL RETARDED!!!!!!!!" and at that moment it would happen . . .

Every man, woman, child, and whatever-the-hell would turn, look at the next and completely drop their ego. They would no longer look at the cars, the women, the wallet, or the job to determine the validity of the person. Actions would truly speak louder than words and the ones who did not conform to this simple anecdote would be the minority, the out-cast, the unwanted . . . let natural selection have it's way . . .