I don't like the public health option or any health care for the public. Money is better spent going into my pocket than some guy who got some rare quickly evolving virus. I don't like any of it.
Why?
Because I'm American, and I like to follow the rules that you get to were you can be so that you can then not worry about anybody else. Why should I have to worry about someone else. Someone else with enough like me will be more determined in providing that. Trust me. Some one will out of the goodness of their heart be more patient then me.
But I must admit I'm against that too. Helping others. Why, You ask again. Aren't you an American Christian? Why yes, yes I am American and Christian. And do you know what Americans have hated the most since the rise of stars and the color red. Communism.
When Jesus wrote the constitution he said nothing about helping others. That's not how all of this is supposed to work. When I buy my self a delicious $300 hamburger in some rich people's only club in NY, do you know where that money goes. The great man who had the idea of selling the restaurant great meat that's who. See the trickle down effect works all the time. But with Public Health Care, do you know what can happen.
The trickle up effect.
What if they catch AIDS or some Zombie virus on that bottom rung of society. Do you think we need them in the hospitals affecting everyone else. No, it's a waste of money, plus zombies anywhere aren't that nice of a sight. When I walk into my Hospital I don't want to see any sick people. I want to see hot nurses and doctors that rush to me with nothing better to do than fix me and/or make me stronger and sexier looking. I need as much Botox in me to keep my skin tight as it can handle.
And I want all my friends to get the same thing. If they have the money then they deserve to be helped first.
Think about it.
In the apocalyptic future, when there is a zombie virus, don't you want to know that all you're hard work in getting far in the capitalistic system is actually going to pay-off for your survival. Plus look at it this way, after all the zombies die off there will be nothing but the best people left.
It's how Jesus would have wanted it.
10.04.2009
& So Tomorrow begins
And So tomorrow begins. Over and over a new day is born.
And though this has its bright side, there is a bad side as well.
Along with your morals you carry your sins.
Packaged with your strengths, your weaknesses.
With your health providing, your sickness still denying
For if today you are living, tomorrow you maybe dying.
And so therefore your days of which you'll be living are numbered.
It is at this time, that though I have prepared myself to be unemployed possibly tomorrow. Possibly next month, I don't know until it happens. And so I've been searching, and acting upon what I'd like to see happen in my life. First come the priorities, the chores that must be done to insure my worries are less. Then comes the training and the mental preparation to take on anything
Do more art, more better. (English Es Phun!)
Do more writing! (English is awesome!)
Do more 'maths.'(Calculus sounds interesting & Electronics formulas have been forgotten)
Doing more of all of that combined, is what I am really heading for.
I want to get involved in micro-controller programming and get entered into project competitions.
I want to perhaps get making that comic with the robot, similar to what I was describing as 'Welcome to Earth'. But I think he'd be better as a logical out-crier of political shenanigans as well as anything that need explaining.
Be more outgoing to the point it hurts. Kayla wanted to do some YouTube shows with me. And I don't see why not. All we need is some time and a script (maybe).
How long have I been working on my story? Too long. It's almost come to the point of where I should of kept a log of how my life changed and how I then altered the story for it does reflect like that. That's almost enough of a journey in its self, & i think it would be interesting to see that in a book, both the characters and the authors journey though a story. Unlike, ahem, the Harry Potter books, where obviously she just got better at writing the more books she wrote. Hence why the story get's better and longer for each year!
Hmm, I guess life just works like that.
And though this has its bright side, there is a bad side as well.
Along with your morals you carry your sins.
Packaged with your strengths, your weaknesses.
With your health providing, your sickness still denying
For if today you are living, tomorrow you maybe dying.
And so therefore your days of which you'll be living are numbered.
It is at this time, that though I have prepared myself to be unemployed possibly tomorrow. Possibly next month, I don't know until it happens. And so I've been searching, and acting upon what I'd like to see happen in my life. First come the priorities, the chores that must be done to insure my worries are less. Then comes the training and the mental preparation to take on anything
Do more art, more better. (English Es Phun!)
Do more writing! (English is awesome!)
Do more 'maths.'(Calculus sounds interesting & Electronics formulas have been forgotten)
Doing more of all of that combined, is what I am really heading for.
I want to get involved in micro-controller programming and get entered into project competitions.
I want to perhaps get making that comic with the robot, similar to what I was describing as 'Welcome to Earth'. But I think he'd be better as a logical out-crier of political shenanigans as well as anything that need explaining.
Be more outgoing to the point it hurts. Kayla wanted to do some YouTube shows with me. And I don't see why not. All we need is some time and a script (maybe).
How long have I been working on my story? Too long. It's almost come to the point of where I should of kept a log of how my life changed and how I then altered the story for it does reflect like that. That's almost enough of a journey in its self, & i think it would be interesting to see that in a book, both the characters and the authors journey though a story. Unlike, ahem, the Harry Potter books, where obviously she just got better at writing the more books she wrote. Hence why the story get's better and longer for each year!
Hmm, I guess life just works like that.
10.02.2009
Don't really know what to say...
I don't really know what to say. Maybe its some sort of feat to feel completely out of the loop of progress and process and then jump back on. Maybe its as simple as being the jumper in the game of jump rope. You just time it right and then make sure you keep jumping.
Who knows? Should I go off on a tangent about its similarities with String theory? No, I'll spare you from which I consider you'll find boring. And jump right through the complex english.
I'm finally getting crap done!
I've had my step-dad's house off of Franklin Street in my possession since Tuesday of last week. And all that really got done, besides me building a TV stand was me finding the 2 of 3 recycling bins. That does not seem like my fair ideal of working on cleaning things up. But about last Wednesday, I built my PC desk and got to cleaning the room I had been staying in at my parent's for the while. The next day, I began cleaning the Kitchen which is,I might add, covered n old cheese and burnt bread or other foodstuffs. It's only a matter of time before I finish,take a small break from it, and then want to clean up, build or whatever to anything somewhere. I'm addicted to projects now. I don't know why I just am. We'll see how it plays over at work in these dire times.
I've been looking and trying to get my original sketch of my robot head I drew a while ago. Political cartoons are all the rage, especially when its a robot!
*Seriously who knows what the frick is going on in there, we've got permissible evidence for fraud up high. The only problem lies with whether or not we are willing to free the company from the evil teat that feeds us funds.
Who knows? Should I go off on a tangent about its similarities with String theory? No, I'll spare you from which I consider you'll find boring. And jump right through the complex english.
I'm finally getting crap done!
I've had my step-dad's house off of Franklin Street in my possession since Tuesday of last week. And all that really got done, besides me building a TV stand was me finding the 2 of 3 recycling bins. That does not seem like my fair ideal of working on cleaning things up. But about last Wednesday, I built my PC desk and got to cleaning the room I had been staying in at my parent's for the while. The next day, I began cleaning the Kitchen which is,I might add, covered n old cheese and burnt bread or other foodstuffs. It's only a matter of time before I finish,take a small break from it, and then want to clean up, build or whatever to anything somewhere. I'm addicted to projects now. I don't know why I just am. We'll see how it plays over at work in these dire times.
I've been looking and trying to get my original sketch of my robot head I drew a while ago. Political cartoons are all the rage, especially when its a robot!
*Seriously who knows what the frick is going on in there, we've got permissible evidence for fraud up high. The only problem lies with whether or not we are willing to free the company from the evil teat that feeds us funds.
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