Lambs leading Lionsf

I watched this movie with my brother the other day. "Lions for Lambs". It made me want to get into political science (ha!).

Seriously, I had thought about that before, but it just such a turnoff for me to think of myself ending up in a position like that. A position where I become one of the very people I got into the business to crush.

It was a good movie, a realistic one. And all throughout you weren't quite sure how it'd end up. Slanted towards the left or the right. Biased toward the government or the people.

In the end, it was rather satisfying. Brought up many of the questions and points many people are worried about these days... The "forgotten war" in Afghanistan, how can the government not correlate vietnam? Why do they go on with what they are doing if they say they learned from their mistakes? Afew soldiers die "We may have a little blood on our nose" but that's not gonna faze us. Why exactly is it that today is one of the worst times to be an American? Why have we spent more time and sent more troops to the country that didn't attack us on 9/11, but justify it with that? What has this country gotten itself into...done to itself? Is our country really bent on living out ancient Roman ideals? Imperialism?

And they fact that...the news is all about celebrities, their babies, their divorces, their crack addictions and rehab treatments..... WHO CARES? I dont know these people, and they dont care about me... why?? why? All the important stuff is typed up on the little line across the bottom. A constant flow of important information that is ignored because the screen moves too fast, is small, and seems insignificant. Sometimes the line that says "Two American soldiers died in a blast near Kandahar", and that's it. Not heard of nor seen again. Who were they? What about locals? The line never crosses the screen again..

And then you hear things about the Phelps and their religion saying, soldiers are dying because god is mad that this country allows gays. So they upset families and disrupt mournings of soldiers with their pickets saying "death to fags".
They're even doing it to Heath Ledger, on his funeral, because of his role in Brokeback Mountain.

Yes... You see, I know this, because he is a celebrity... and what shows on the news? Celebrity's business.

What I liked about this movie is that it said to me... Trying and failing is better than not trying at all.
Although in the case of the current world situation, i'm not all that infatuated with our failures because they were failures before they were thought up...ones that could have been avoided.

Anyway...
What's the point in trying, if you know you're gonna fail?
It's that you did something.
Rather than take for granted opportunities, and lie idle accomplishing nothing.... and trying to accomplish nothing.

"Says the man in the air-conditioned room." -- Janine Roth

Reminder #5

Write something prevalent to the new year, like normal people do.

She's back

November 19th....

What have I been doing all this time? There's no excuse for such a long lapse in my posts!

Okay...
maybe there is.

Where have I been? Well, let's just say I don't have to worry about "boring" old kentucky anymore (thank god it lasted only a couple months). I've been around, just not around around in my head enough to have a seat and write out my pointless ramblings that maybe only one or two people ever take the time to read anyway.

I live in a little apartment, in a climate of an avg. -20 degrees F. Eek! yes... I know.
Darn that global warming, y'know?
At least when the car wont start or the door is frozen shut, or kids are getting frostbite in 3 minutes and watching their fingers fall off, I get to stay inside and curl up with a cozy afgan and a ginger ale and do absolutely nothing all day.
The power likes to go off, and then my really expensive 10 dollar flea market heat-blanket is useless. But then again, yes, let's just make it even more bulkier and thrown in a back up battery system!!
There is a male of some kind sleeping on the bed above mine who has no concern for whether I see his goodies or not... then again neither do I him, but... you know, if it disturbs him enough, maybe he'll leave, eh?
eeoh....then who'll make my soup?

That's pretty much where I am right now... sort of... if you cut out about 90%... but I have to have something to write about later on, right?

Like...
How Mr. Ledger decided to go and die on me in Miss Olsen's apartment. How could he?? He could have at least waited til he'd have a better legacy than a demonic Joker.

Or...
How, Mrs. Clinton needs to let Omar Bin Laden take her place in the race, cause at least he has cool hair and a funny accent.
Actually... Everyone should just drop out of the race, and let me be in charge of disposing of the bush administration and become sole ruler of this mess of a country.
You know I'd be good ;)


"Artists use lies to tell truths, politicians use lies to cover up the truth..." --"A-V"