And how simple this will be. I'll keep this LJ up for my old friends to find me. My new LJ is at "eternaltouch"

My new website is at www.eternaltouchstudios.com. If you guys wanna get ahold of me, please look me up under eternaltouch. :-D

Have you ever had a Jew come to your door and ask for money for his or her group?
Have you ever heard the muslims bitching about evolution or creation?
Have you ever heard the pagans bitching about how schools don't observe pagan holidays?
Have you ever seen a rabbi give a sermon against gays? And then molest boys? (They just go after the little girls. That's a little more healthy I think.)
Why don't wiccans fight for a bible study during school?
Why don't we read from the Qur'ran before school starts every morning?
How about mostly black populations in school? Any african tribe piercing or body art ceremonies from their very rich past? Nope.

So why the fuck do Christians think they're the only ones in the world, the only ones in the school, and the only ones who deserve to have what they want? Fuck them, those arrogant pricks. Fuck their superstitions, fuck their traditions, fuck their sheep like mentality, fuck their small minded ignorance, fuck their blindness and if you're christian, fuck you for what your peers are doing. Fuck you and fuck them too.

To begin with, some interesting facts about poverty in America. Nearly half the families in poverty began with a teenage pregnancy, many of those high school drop outs. Areas of concentrated poverty eliminate most opportunity for children to learn social skills and work habits that would make them viable in a workforce.

It's a snowball effect. The billion dollar programs the current administration has left in place do next to nothing. Welfare suppliments the money for Burger King and Diapers that a missing paycheck can't provide. Welfare does not provide help in obtaining a paycheck.

Have you ever heard of a Dumpster to Office program? Have you ever heard of a Beat your Wife to Beat the Stocks program? Some exist in non-direct forms. Anger management classes for example. But when the norm is teenage pregnancy and not finishing high school, even these programs aren't available.

An interesting solution, and hopefully (maybe) one that will be implimented in New Orleans is intercultural development. Rebuild that swamp into a place so attractive the Middle Class can't resist. (If they offered a house that's $550,000 in parts of Oregon for $90,000 I would jump on it. You know, a small little two bedroom shack.) But, knowing that there's a fair number of 'poor' people living there also. This way, the kids in the schools will have middle class families in reach. Kids expected to graduate and use condoms, kids who would rather play shooting games than take down the 7-11 clerks for sport and cash.

The adults in these programs (the most famous is one I can't remember how to spell enacted by the Clinton administration in Chicago) tend not to show as much progress as their children, but progress is just that.

With such pro-active well funded programs on behalf of the government, and open minds and open hearts on behalf of our fellow Americans, this might be the ticket out of poverty. (Especially in New Orleans where the destruction of the city will yield many new jobs.)

But, that's social reform for the poor. If we don't actively touch on the middle class, we're surely no better off. If the poor are to learn from our middle class bretheren, we're going to end up with a McAmerica. Living in McHomes, driving McSUVs taking kids to sub-par overly religious McSchools getting McEducations to work with no hope of advancement and no understanding of fulfillment in a McReality. They'll live hollow, empty, frustrated (but well fed) McLives and retire into McElderly care. They'll die McDeath's and have a McGrave in the local McCemetery where the local McKids can walk around, McMake out, trash the McGrave stones while McGhost hunters take McPictures.

While all of this goes on, these McCitizens can go to McChurches and pray to a McGod for McSalvation so they can get into McHeaven. I'm sure I've worn out my McPoint and if I add another "Mc" to anything I'll surely be shot... With a McGun.

Helping the financially poor can be a wonderful thing and indeed, it is. If you've ever seen a person smile that smile of being handed something they need to survive another night, you know what I mean.

But it's not enough to try and help the people who can't afford food. We also have to try and help those who can't afford logical thought. This nation has turned into "ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME!" and nothing more. It's time we stop dreaming the American dream and start realizing it's reality.

It's sad honestly, the position we as people put ourselves in within this society. Waiting. (Currently, I'm just waiting for my relief to show up so I can go home.) I have at the end of the day, a certian number of minutes, hours, seconds alloted for me in life. Once I die, it will be a mathematical fact that I will have lived on this planet for so much time.

Knowing that my seconds may or may not be running short, what do I choose to do? Get paid sitting around with my thumb up my ass half the time. Progressing in nothing except advancing through a philisophically doubtful theory called time. Wasting my breath, wasting my blood... For what?

What purpose do these moments serve? Surely I can find better things to do with my time than waste away, falling prey to the ticking of the clocks.

Don't get me wrong, sometimes there's nothing better than being able to sit down and know that for another period of dubiously important time I'll have nothing at all to do, and can relax. But if I relax my life away, well, I probably won't have much to be relaxed about once I realize I'm coming back for a second tour of duty.

On that note, I think this is my second or third last incarnation. Not quite my last one, but almost. (For those of you who don't believe in reincarnation, first, read a physics manual focusing on energy, second, go get AIDS.) I'm coming very close to reaching my pinnacle. I've used the sword in many lives past, and now I'm working on the pen.

As for the age old question, is the pen mightier than the sword? Ask the last man stabbed to death through the eye sockets with a ball point.

Side note: I'm not here to update anyone. I'm not here to be nice or social. (The internet to most has become life's Splenda; a fine substitute that some how, probably causes cancer.)

This is just another one of my mental ejaculations. I write every day, every night. With every page I am closer to publishing. I have three projects I work on, because my thoughts are apparently so diverse (or I'm not smart enough) I couldn't incorperate all of them into one volume of, well, ejaculatory material. Writers write. Authors publish.

I'm still trying to figure out what the fuck I want to do with my life. Writing, thus far, as been my only answer. Some jobs are nice, and offer unique experiences, a pay check, and something to do. I have no emotional or moral attachment to any profession out there. Work is like jerking off. A hobby, and at the end of the week I end up with something in my hand one way or another.

Okay, onto new metaphores.

I feel like a lone K-9 unit running head first into a crowded meth lab to bust 'em. So many assholes running around, which one to bite into first?!

There are the idiots in my subculture, you know, the Lestat wanna-be's. There are the Pat Robbertson and 700 club lunatics, the Intelligent Design dicks, self righteous new-age movement (which shares exactly the same mind set as the previous groups mentioned), wide scale destruction of my favorite city (and cemetery) idiots in offices making decisions and me left with one thing:

Knowing my words have the power to influence our society. I'm sure it's the same feeling as the first man looking up at the K-2 Mountain thinking "I'm gonna kick your ass and mount you like a dog in heat." It takes a certain level of courage, stupidity, arrogance, and balls.

I feel responsible in part for the current landscape of our country to a small degree given this power and inaction. But which road to take? Books, journalism, music, art? I want to do it all but have yet to find a toehold for my ambitious toes. I suppose college might be the best place to start. I don't really give a flying liver about a degree but in some ways, a person must enter the system to change it. Ah well.

I thought for a long time I'm either crazy or diluted and blind. With the releasing of some works and careful planning of subculture movements on my part, I've learned with a great deal of fanfare I'm crazy. A hundred people (whom are very articulate and intelligent) love and support my ideas.

A thousand more people despise me, for I threaten their Splenda-like existence. These are the people who mock me in ways such as this; "u r such a child. i will not stpo untill i c u ded. hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha i am unstoppabowl! hahahahaha."

Sadly, these people are beyond the age of help or reason. Many of them are the middle aged social rejects who some how with out working, have money for the internet. (The theory is that many of them are children lead by older women who recieve a cut from the government for mental health reasons.)

Regardless, a big name in the subculture won't lead to credibility in the mainstream. For some reason, people only respect a name if it has Ph.D or MD stuck on the end of it. So maybe I need a Ph.D. Then, and only then, I can officially tell people they're fuckin' stupid and should not procreate.

But, regardless of changing the momentum of social trends, I need to find a path that will take me there, and quickly.

Or, once again, maybe, I'm better off writing fiction, mocking the general populous and living in a cabin in the mountains off the money I make from people who pay me to read about me making fun of them and not even knowing they're being poked fun at. Hmm...

I was hoping to reach some kind of resolution here, but it's clear that I'm not going to find anything but another case of bovine dung. Boxed, stamped, shipped and recieved by yours truly.

One thing is clear though. It's time for me to attack locally. Plenty of social and business criminals are running around with the heads up their asses. Not that my words would ever wake them up, but maybe, just maybe, it'll cause enough people to take notice that they'll back off a tad. I can dream, right?

Well, maybe I'll start frequenting live journal again. Perhaps under a new name. Perhaps not. Who knows, who cares.

"Ignorance can be fixed. Stupidity is forever."