Fun for a day
Blogs are great when you feel like updating them. It just takes too much effort.
As the title suggests, this blog contains rants that could only come from someone who thinks way too much. Forgive me if they are mostly pessimistic. After all, the most nagging things in my mind are problems. Of course not everything will be a rant, but I'll do my best to keep those deviant posts under control ;-)
In your face you dumb good for nothing liberals. Go ahead and start making your excuses for why you couldn't pull this one off. You know, since President Bush is such a catastrophic failure it's quite amazing that the clear majority of Americans still aren't persuaded to change. You ignorant intillectual baffoons can't even stand for a minute on real issues, so lets start with the crybaby whining that you know best. Even the over the top anti-Bush rhetoric being spun out from most newspapers, television stations, and high-profile entertainers wasn't enough this time. For God's sake, without that, Bush probably would have had at least another 10% in his favor.
Check out this Explanation of the Tax System from Maybe I Think Too Much. Pretty cool blog, from a guy who seems level headed... a rare treat these days. The tax analogy he presents is funny and amazingly accurate at the same time. - A John Kerry must-read! -
Well biznitches, I decided to post in this hole of a blog just so it has something new in it. Yes, that's right, I have nothing to say but I'm posting anyway. Part of the reason I've been so negligent lately is that I'm busy buying a house! Finally! It's a town house here in Stewartstown, so I'm pretty stoked that I don't have to live in York like I thought I would. Not that it would have been all bad, but this way I'm just closer to everyone I know. So far so good... The only thing that can stop me now is if the appraisal doesn't come through.
... and should remember that.
I went to the almighty Vans Warped Tour today, and can only come to one conclusion: This tour is for angsty high school kiddies. You know, the kind that think making their hair look like they just got out of bed five times in a row gives them a new sense of depth. Sorry, you just can't be cool if you look like a fag, I don't care what band you listen to, or how many cigarettes you smoke. The sluttage was of course everywhere, but unlike the carnival it was all pathetic punks - the kind that could make hippies look reasonable.