"Is this a debate here?"

Democratic Debate

So. This is the American "left". A shambling party that fails to offer a serious contender and instead directs it's attention towards developing novelty candidates- A woman, who has only been a senator for a couple terms and an African American, who has little experience with foriegn policy. Excellent. Hilary is going to win the primaries only because she's a woman and her last name is "Clinton". And she's going to lose to the republican candidate.

The democratic party just fails to differentiate itself. It just wants to be a shade left of the republicans. The war won them a minor victory in the house, but it's not going to last. The republican candidate is going to wise up, say they are anti-war, and poof, the conservative right and fox news hops on at takes it to the races. It's a dispicable, horrible truth that Mrs. Clinton and Mr. Obama are never going to overcome. So, democrats, get a real candidate that promises to do real things to help the poor and needy in America. Show people the government cares for them. Please. Create a debate here. Make people decide if we want to continue being run by oil barons and bill gates. Give the poor an option. Or else, what's the point of an election, what's the point of a debate?

The ethics of anger.

Today is one of those days where everyone seems to be attempting to anger me.

So this lady today, in a minivan, is stopped at a crosswalk behind a white benz who politely and correctly yielded for pedestrians. This lady, though, was apparently late, and more important than us, went to the wrong side of the road and basically bullied her way through the crosswalk. Here is my question: Is it right of me to be angry at her? I have been in similar situations before, in a car, but I don't think I've ever been that extreme. But I do feel sorry for her, in some aspects, because she was presumably late and in the wrong place at the wrong time. Though it is her fault she's late, isn't it? I don't know. I could keep breaking it down more and more, but it's never going to answer the question: Am I right to be angry at her?

Fear.

Fear is everything. It's the reason why we all don't sleep at night. We fear dieing alone and afraid, feeble and helpless. We fear stuff we should be afraid of, but not always things we should not fear. We preoccupy ourselves trying to ease our fears, trying to think that people are always here for us, but they are not. I think the best way to ease our own fears is to ease someone else's fear.

So, reader of my blog: Don't be afraid. There are many things in this world that can do you harm, but none can crush your soul. You will always be who you are. You are going to find happiness one day, but maybe happiness is not that banging girl or your dream house or millions of dollars. Maybe happiness can only be found in love. Love everyone. Love and show compassion to the poor people down the street who do what they can to get by. Love the ignorant. Love the stupid. Love conservatives. Love and be loved by liberals. Love the fact that you breath in 21% oxygen in each breath. Love that you're so fucking lucky to be able to read this. Never, ever fear. The end might only be the beginning.

Airbag

So, I am still alive. My tests did not cause my death by exhaustion or mental crisis. I even managed to not do horrible on them, I think. I hope. We'll see. Almost half way there. I can make it. I think.

New Radiohea

I am excited for it.

But not for two tests this week.