Ok, so maybe that title is a wee bit...how you say...harsh. But it got your attention didn't it?
Or maybe not.
Anyway, I've been reading a lot of Jack Kerouac lately (and if you're close to me in ANY way, you're sick of hearing about him). And I guess my lazy ass became less lazy when I realized that I had an essay on one of his books due a few days ago. So that's how I got back into the act of reading (because I'm a lazy sparknotes-using bum). And I just think the guy's a fantastic writer (who happens to have a great eye for style, according to GQ).
I guess the first time I heard about Kerouac was actually in my Creative Writing class. My absolutely TERRIBLE teacher happened to mention him. Back when I still had some sort of respect for her, I took the name down in my notebook and moved on with life. Then I read about him online on some hippy website. So I say to myself "Is this guy like some sort of SQUID or something?" So naturally I checked out one of his works when I found he was on my list for my English term paper. I was all set.
And just so you don't think this was some random post, I'm going to connect this to the Walrus in some way.
I think Kerouac personifies the word "Walrus" in ways Lennon couldn't put to song. Being a ranting walrus requires a topic you wanna rant about and just go on and on and on and on about it until everyone is sick of the subject. Kerouac had a vision about a free-spirited youth that did whatever they felt like, which included having casual sex, smoking a ton of pot, and listening to music no one else would listen to. His books were flooded with such imagery. His LIFE was flooded with such imagery.
And yet he somehow hated hippies. Go figure!
Now go read On The Road. And when you're ready to hitch hike across America, give me a holler and off we'll go!
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Sunday, April 6, 2008
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Derren Brown Simulates Drunkenness
If you don't know who Derren Brown is, I highly recommend you look him up, he's a saint here at the Ranting Walrus. Derren makes his living royally fucking around with peoples' heads. The things he can do with your mind are astounding, like this. All this is done using a bizarre, relatively new branch of psychology known as Neurolinguistics Programming, or NLP.
I asked a friend of mine, Dr. Richard Gray, Ph.D, on how Derren did this particular trick. Dr. Gray has a Ph.D in psychology and is a certified master practitioner of NLP with years of study and experience behind him. There are his words, used without permission and hopefully he wont be angry with me for sharing:
1. Establish rapport and get him to do something. "Bring that chair over here". This establishes a yes set, a cooperative frame.
2. Have the subject remember the state and differentiate the state from others: you’re a cider man not a beer man. Remember the state and disassemble it into sequences of feelings. Note how he questions him about sequences of experience. First place he was aware of the experience---in the mouth, then back of throat, and what was felt there. Then down to the sternum and what was felt there. To the stomach, etc. First, I think he touches the leg as an anchor for each step.
3. As he repeats the steps, each time the subject names a place and a specific felt memory of that specific sensation, he touches him there with a very specific kind of touch, an anchor. In some places, especially as the feeling moves down his body and shoulders, the anchor is a sliding anchor that matches the increase of intensity of the state and will evoke that segment of the state in an increasing manner.
4. He has the subject repeat the sequence fast several times. As he goes through the places, he fires off the anchors.
5. He tells the subject to loop the state (this increases its intensity) while he continues to fire off the anchors. He goes faster and faster and suggests that each loop builds on the last and with each loop the intensity doubles. Watch the fast part of the movie and watch how he touches the guy. Each time he is firing off the anchors and giving suggestions about the increasing intensity of the state.
6. At the same time he begins to anchor the whole thing to the word that he has written on the pad so that the word becomes an anchor for the increasing state as a whole. “Look at this word and later when you see this word it will bring the whole thing up again...
7. Once the state is stable and fully anchored to the word,all he has to do is show him the word and it evokes the state.
I asked a friend of mine, Dr. Richard Gray, Ph.D, on how Derren did this particular trick. Dr. Gray has a Ph.D in psychology and is a certified master practitioner of NLP with years of study and experience behind him. There are his words, used without permission and hopefully he wont be angry with me for sharing:
1. Establish rapport and get him to do something. "Bring that chair over here". This establishes a yes set, a cooperative frame.
2. Have the subject remember the state and differentiate the state from others: you’re a cider man not a beer man. Remember the state and disassemble it into sequences of feelings. Note how he questions him about sequences of experience. First place he was aware of the experience---in the mouth, then back of throat, and what was felt there. Then down to the sternum and what was felt there. To the stomach, etc. First, I think he touches the leg as an anchor for each step.
3. As he repeats the steps, each time the subject names a place and a specific felt memory of that specific sensation, he touches him there with a very specific kind of touch, an anchor. In some places, especially as the feeling moves down his body and shoulders, the anchor is a sliding anchor that matches the increase of intensity of the state and will evoke that segment of the state in an increasing manner.
4. He has the subject repeat the sequence fast several times. As he goes through the places, he fires off the anchors.
5. He tells the subject to loop the state (this increases its intensity) while he continues to fire off the anchors. He goes faster and faster and suggests that each loop builds on the last and with each loop the intensity doubles. Watch the fast part of the movie and watch how he touches the guy. Each time he is firing off the anchors and giving suggestions about the increasing intensity of the state.
6. At the same time he begins to anchor the whole thing to the word that he has written on the pad so that the word becomes an anchor for the increasing state as a whole. “Look at this word and later when you see this word it will bring the whole thing up again...
7. Once the state is stable and fully anchored to the word,all he has to do is show him the word and it evokes the state.
Poop Report: Entry 1
Date:
4-2-2008
Subject:
Fesomelia Straelemotus
All food consumed in the past 3 days:
4 slices of pizza, 3 glasses of Pink Lemonade, a chocolate bar, a ham sandwich, 48 peanuts, an egg, three potatoes, a tub of slaw, 4 plates of hot buttered groat clusters, a cat, the pubic hair I found in my Calc book today, 1 gallon of tap water, and some grapes.
Did you have a previous movement today?
No
Do you have a regular bowel expulsion cycle? If so, at what times does your bioclock ring to let you know Mother Nature will be calling?
Yes, at 3pm daily.
Did you engage in any anal intercourse in the past week?
No
Experience:
For 22 seconds, 25.7g of movement mixed with 2.4 L of flatulence shot out of my lower intestine. It displaced 17 fl. oz when placed in my sink. The movement consisted of two pieces of dry, firm bowel of 10 cm and 25cm in length and 2 cm in radius. The movement was a light yellow brown color. The scent was strongly egg with undertones of sulfur. Taste was overwhelmingly bitter and carried an aftertaste of blood. 23mL of urine was collected at 95.6 degrees Fahrenheit, and the urine was observed to be a vibrant shade of neon yellow (previously determined to be due to heightened consumption of Vitamin B12). Cleanup was easy, medium amount of buildup left an anal ring with partial veil. 5 strokes with 4 squares of toilet paper using the fold-over method removed all buildup. 12.6 revolutions were counted before the large bowel was sucked down into the lower plumbing. No streak marks were left in the toilet, from entry to exit. No backwash was recorded. Aftereffects included heightened levels of relaxation and happiness.
4-2-2008
Subject:
Fesomelia Straelemotus
All food consumed in the past 3 days:
4 slices of pizza, 3 glasses of Pink Lemonade, a chocolate bar, a ham sandwich, 48 peanuts, an egg, three potatoes, a tub of slaw, 4 plates of hot buttered groat clusters, a cat, the pubic hair I found in my Calc book today, 1 gallon of tap water, and some grapes.
Did you have a previous movement today?
No
Do you have a regular bowel expulsion cycle? If so, at what times does your bioclock ring to let you know Mother Nature will be calling?
Yes, at 3pm daily.
Did you engage in any anal intercourse in the past week?
No
Experience:
For 22 seconds, 25.7g of movement mixed with 2.4 L of flatulence shot out of my lower intestine. It displaced 17 fl. oz when placed in my sink. The movement consisted of two pieces of dry, firm bowel of 10 cm and 25cm in length and 2 cm in radius. The movement was a light yellow brown color. The scent was strongly egg with undertones of sulfur. Taste was overwhelmingly bitter and carried an aftertaste of blood. 23mL of urine was collected at 95.6 degrees Fahrenheit, and the urine was observed to be a vibrant shade of neon yellow (previously determined to be due to heightened consumption of Vitamin B12). Cleanup was easy, medium amount of buildup left an anal ring with partial veil. 5 strokes with 4 squares of toilet paper using the fold-over method removed all buildup. 12.6 revolutions were counted before the large bowel was sucked down into the lower plumbing. No streak marks were left in the toilet, from entry to exit. No backwash was recorded. Aftereffects included heightened levels of relaxation and happiness.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Enter The Bathroom
my english teacher made the mistake of asking me to write a free verse poem...
i read it to my class before she had a chance to stop me
best awkward 5 minutes of my life
anyway, here it is
I sprint into the bathroom, clutching my butt with both hands.
Oh boy, this ones gonna be a dozy, I catch myself speaking to the mirror
as a sopping wet fart is set forth from my colon, which immediately kills a small mouse
my pants drop like birds dying in flight,
then i sit on the throne and let that hot ass cake flow
the sounds from that bowl could forgivably be confused with aliens shooting giant whale carcasses into the ocean at the speed of light in the attempt to destroy the planet
in fact, you could feel the splash of cold water and warm feces on your soft, sensitive tu-cas.
and suddenly: the scent of death
it hung so thick in the air you could see it
and trace letters in it
i write boo.. oobi... bies...
They are surrounded by the color of wilted flowers that have been rotting in the sun for a few days,
but not to the point where flies were killing each other to get to that stinky goodness
Relief! What joy! The pleasure of an emptying intestine cannot be overstated:
its better than anal sex
which is only half good cause going out is by necessity step 2
but boy, is step 2 nice...
Almost worth it, and on some occasions is
at last my shit is done
i peer down into the steaming bowl and notice that an alarmingly large island now stands in the center of the bowl
i shall name it killberra mountain
because the kernels of corn remind me of maple trees in the fall
And the consistency of the bowel movement is approximately the same viscosity as custard
hard and firm if you grab it
but soft and flowing when you gently drag your hand through it
maybe you can feel it now?
You know you can.
its beautiful, in a way
cause half of the weight of fecal matter comes from dead bacteria that live inside my intestines
life is everywhere
i think about how to best approach the act of wiping
and how the soft paper draws little flecks of shit from my anus like a graveyard draws a necrophiliac
i reach back and grab the roll and start the arduous process
rip, shove, wipe, fold, repeat until step 3 cannot be repeated, toss
repeat, oh shit
repeat repeat repeat
proud of my efforts, and declaring my ass wiped,
i rise from the special seat and flush
but wait! Mt killaberra isnt going down without a fight
the earth shakes as the tectonic plates of fiber beneath the Mexican chilli wiggle
volcanoes erupt: hot gas and shards of hardened shit fly everywhere
The water level rises as the force of the water down is not enough to shake loose the tremendous mountain of shit
Niagra falls in miniature, complete with boulders and observable currents!
Little heaps of light brown poop make polka dots on my neon green floor
but the separated flecks of corn seem to be blending remarkably well
the water carries all this and more like a rat carrying the plague
and just as flea bitten and mangy
PANIC! pangs of nausea sweep my body
hands clutch my mouth,
but young saplings burst forth and grow in spite of being in the center of the parking lot
suddenly the puddles on my floor elevate and turn the shade of green algae in my fish tank
but i know better, i can win this fight
i grab my plunger and shove
pull back, shove
pull back, slip on shit, fall and roll in the giant mess that now spans the entire floor of my bathroom and may possibly extend out into the hallway
i am now damp, and my cologne is obscured by the smell of decaying bacteria, bacteria decomposing food, decomposed food
decomposition
death
i recover and, jumping to my feet,
i wiggle the flushing thingy again and set forth the wrath of my toilet’s water pump.
Like a mouthful of robotusson, the toilet clears its throat and swallows the giant mess that originated from my eating of an apple, some broccoli and a Chalupa (or three)
i lie, seven was my lucky number last night.
suddenly i am left standing
in the disaster area that is my bathroom
the excitement is over
time to return to my abstract life
this normal part is starting to scare me.
i read it to my class before she had a chance to stop me
best awkward 5 minutes of my life
anyway, here it is
I sprint into the bathroom, clutching my butt with both hands.
Oh boy, this ones gonna be a dozy, I catch myself speaking to the mirror
as a sopping wet fart is set forth from my colon, which immediately kills a small mouse
my pants drop like birds dying in flight,
then i sit on the throne and let that hot ass cake flow
the sounds from that bowl could forgivably be confused with aliens shooting giant whale carcasses into the ocean at the speed of light in the attempt to destroy the planet
in fact, you could feel the splash of cold water and warm feces on your soft, sensitive tu-cas.
and suddenly: the scent of death
it hung so thick in the air you could see it
and trace letters in it
i write boo.. oobi... bies...
They are surrounded by the color of wilted flowers that have been rotting in the sun for a few days,
but not to the point where flies were killing each other to get to that stinky goodness
Relief! What joy! The pleasure of an emptying intestine cannot be overstated:
its better than anal sex
which is only half good cause going out is by necessity step 2
but boy, is step 2 nice...
Almost worth it, and on some occasions is
at last my shit is done
i peer down into the steaming bowl and notice that an alarmingly large island now stands in the center of the bowl
i shall name it killberra mountain
because the kernels of corn remind me of maple trees in the fall
And the consistency of the bowel movement is approximately the same viscosity as custard
hard and firm if you grab it
but soft and flowing when you gently drag your hand through it
maybe you can feel it now?
You know you can.
its beautiful, in a way
cause half of the weight of fecal matter comes from dead bacteria that live inside my intestines
life is everywhere
i think about how to best approach the act of wiping
and how the soft paper draws little flecks of shit from my anus like a graveyard draws a necrophiliac
i reach back and grab the roll and start the arduous process
rip, shove, wipe, fold, repeat until step 3 cannot be repeated, toss
repeat, oh shit
repeat repeat repeat
proud of my efforts, and declaring my ass wiped,
i rise from the special seat and flush
but wait! Mt killaberra isnt going down without a fight
the earth shakes as the tectonic plates of fiber beneath the Mexican chilli wiggle
volcanoes erupt: hot gas and shards of hardened shit fly everywhere
The water level rises as the force of the water down is not enough to shake loose the tremendous mountain of shit
Niagra falls in miniature, complete with boulders and observable currents!
Little heaps of light brown poop make polka dots on my neon green floor
but the separated flecks of corn seem to be blending remarkably well
the water carries all this and more like a rat carrying the plague
and just as flea bitten and mangy
PANIC! pangs of nausea sweep my body
hands clutch my mouth,
but young saplings burst forth and grow in spite of being in the center of the parking lot
suddenly the puddles on my floor elevate and turn the shade of green algae in my fish tank
but i know better, i can win this fight
i grab my plunger and shove
pull back, shove
pull back, slip on shit, fall and roll in the giant mess that now spans the entire floor of my bathroom and may possibly extend out into the hallway
i am now damp, and my cologne is obscured by the smell of decaying bacteria, bacteria decomposing food, decomposed food
decomposition
death
i recover and, jumping to my feet,
i wiggle the flushing thingy again and set forth the wrath of my toilet’s water pump.
Like a mouthful of robotusson, the toilet clears its throat and swallows the giant mess that originated from my eating of an apple, some broccoli and a Chalupa (or three)
i lie, seven was my lucky number last night.
suddenly i am left standing
in the disaster area that is my bathroom
the excitement is over
time to return to my abstract life
this normal part is starting to scare me.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Just so y'all don't think we're dead...
We're not dead. I currently am bogged down with term paper business, watching too much TV after promising myself that I'll never watch TV again, masturbating (of course) and being too fucking lazy to write any new shit. However, there will be a WEIRD ASS article on universes and a continuation of the Art of Thinking series that deals with the philosophy of "insanity", both by yours truly. And we all know that whatever pops into Fez's head is fucking AWESOME and WEIRD at the same time...so once his computer stops fucking men, I'm sure he'll post those too.
And SHAAAMPOO MASTER...when the fuck are you gonna post something, eh? Yup you heard right! We have a new member to the walrus family, but until he posts something, I will refer to him as Maggott McGee, for clearly he is not a master of any shampoos as of late. LOLZ!!
Ahh! The sweet smell of...AWW GODD! WTF??? IS THAT ROTTEN FISH??
In case you didn't know, I ate smoked white fish yesterday (mmm...toasty) and it tasted AMAZING but it funkified my kitchen with the smell of decaying fish.
Hmm...what other random shit could I tell y'all about...
I hope I kick ass on my term paper...cuz I officially give up on the bitch...NOW!!
AHA!! TAKE THAT ENTERTAINMENT OF THE ROARING TWENTIES!!!
Also, DUCK!!
Sorry, that was a goose.
BTW, I'm not high...I'm just frustratingly bored and feel like posting the most random pigeon droppings that I can.
I hope you enjoyed the excretion that I just pulled out of my nice, warm, hairy ass. Please do comment! I'd love to hear from people other than the morons writing this thing!
And SHAAAMPOO MASTER...when the fuck are you gonna post something, eh? Yup you heard right! We have a new member to the walrus family, but until he posts something, I will refer to him as Maggott McGee, for clearly he is not a master of any shampoos as of late. LOLZ!!
Ahh! The sweet smell of...AWW GODD! WTF??? IS THAT ROTTEN FISH??
In case you didn't know, I ate smoked white fish yesterday (mmm...toasty) and it tasted AMAZING but it funkified my kitchen with the smell of decaying fish.
Hmm...what other random shit could I tell y'all about...
I hope I kick ass on my term paper...cuz I officially give up on the bitch...NOW!!
AHA!! TAKE THAT ENTERTAINMENT OF THE ROARING TWENTIES!!!
Also, DUCK!!
Sorry, that was a goose.
BTW, I'm not high...I'm just frustratingly bored and feel like posting the most random pigeon droppings that I can.
I hope you enjoyed the excretion that I just pulled out of my nice, warm, hairy ass. Please do comment! I'd love to hear from people other than the morons writing this thing!
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
What Is And What Should Never Be
Here's an update about what is to come eventually on the Walrus and what new features are on now:
1) Literally five minutes ago, I made a guestbook for the site. Why? Cuz I was bored and I'm procrastinating on homework again. Specifically, my History Term Paper. Anyways, sign it if you have anything good to say (or bad...just let us know you actually came here because as of right now I'm assuming that this is a DEAD zone)
2) We have a poll..."Who's the best Presidential candidate?"
I'm quite shocked to see how many Democrats we have amongst us. I'm not condemning you...I'm just saying...
3) LINKS! We have links to sites that we often visit. Hopefully they will be of SOME use to you...
Coming up...
1) Porn...but that's a given. Wait...we didn't post any porn yet? WTF??? I'll get on it. I promise.
2) Articles on squids. Maybe.
3) I'm currently working on an article about the idea of something being "unconstitutional" and how this somehow doesn't affect the decisions made by the leaders of America. If that doesn't sound boring to you, then you MUST be in the right place. If it does, then I'll try to change your mind.
4) An article on how the Federal Reserve fucked us up.
Z) Something a little less depressing. Trust me...not EVERYTHING I think about it depressing.
+) And more porn.
Umm...yeah...
And in case you were wondering, the title is a Led Zeppelin song. Does it really apply? Not really. Do I care? No. I just like the song and you'll have to live with it. So there!
haHA!!
1) Literally five minutes ago, I made a guestbook for the site. Why? Cuz I was bored and I'm procrastinating on homework again. Specifically, my History Term Paper. Anyways, sign it if you have anything good to say (or bad...just let us know you actually came here because as of right now I'm assuming that this is a DEAD zone)
2) We have a poll..."Who's the best Presidential candidate?"
I'm quite shocked to see how many Democrats we have amongst us. I'm not condemning you...I'm just saying...
3) LINKS! We have links to sites that we often visit. Hopefully they will be of SOME use to you...
Coming up...
1) Porn...but that's a given. Wait...we didn't post any porn yet? WTF??? I'll get on it. I promise.
2) Articles on squids. Maybe.
3) I'm currently working on an article about the idea of something being "unconstitutional" and how this somehow doesn't affect the decisions made by the leaders of America. If that doesn't sound boring to you, then you MUST be in the right place. If it does, then I'll try to change your mind.
4) An article on how the Federal Reserve fucked us up.
Z) Something a little less depressing. Trust me...not EVERYTHING I think about it depressing.
+) And more porn.
Umm...yeah...
And in case you were wondering, the title is a Led Zeppelin song. Does it really apply? Not really. Do I care? No. I just like the song and you'll have to live with it. So there!
haHA!!
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Because I can...
In a desperate attempt to fill the blog, I decided to copy something from my facebook notes. At this time, I'd like to establish that this is my personal belief and not necessarily that of any other contributors. But (because I have nothing better to do) I have decided to post this anyway.
Someone explain this to me.
According to the History Channel...
Billions of years ago there was star dust...this eventually gathered into masses of rock which started to crash into each other. Somehow, planets get formed (because crashing rocks into little bits somehow creates a planet). Now, things get really fucking hot on this planet right...like WAAAY over the boiling point of water...yet SOMEHOW water is found on Earth in the liquid form! So from here, down DEEP DEEP in the oceans (which came from stardust, mind you) things are EVEN HOTTER...so hot that elements somehow create amino acids (the building block of life). So from here these amino acids gather up together and form this tiny organism. After billions of more years, this tiny organism SOMEHOW evolves into you and me...HUMANS.So basically the origin of life according to the History Channel is that star dust (which just HAPPENED to be there).
WHAT THE FUCK WERE THEY SMOKING?? (And where can I get some?)
Are you really fucking telling me that I'm the same thing as a fucking star? I'm exactly the same as our Sun? I'm nothing more than a living and breathing piece of galactic dust? Get real...
Rant over.
So basically to summarize, I am against the Big Bang Theory, the Theory of Evolution, and the fact that Earth existed for over BILLIONS of years. It just doesn't make any fucking sense. I'm a little skeptical over Intelligent Design myself, but it makes much more sense to me. And until I find something that makes more sense, that is my personal belief.
Someone explain this to me.
According to the History Channel...
Billions of years ago there was star dust...this eventually gathered into masses of rock which started to crash into each other. Somehow, planets get formed (because crashing rocks into little bits somehow creates a planet). Now, things get really fucking hot on this planet right...like WAAAY over the boiling point of water...yet SOMEHOW water is found on Earth in the liquid form! So from here, down DEEP DEEP in the oceans (which came from stardust, mind you) things are EVEN HOTTER...so hot that elements somehow create amino acids (the building block of life). So from here these amino acids gather up together and form this tiny organism. After billions of more years, this tiny organism SOMEHOW evolves into you and me...HUMANS.So basically the origin of life according to the History Channel is that star dust (which just HAPPENED to be there).
WHAT THE FUCK WERE THEY SMOKING?? (And where can I get some?)
Are you really fucking telling me that I'm the same thing as a fucking star? I'm exactly the same as our Sun? I'm nothing more than a living and breathing piece of galactic dust? Get real...
Rant over.
So basically to summarize, I am against the Big Bang Theory, the Theory of Evolution, and the fact that Earth existed for over BILLIONS of years. It just doesn't make any fucking sense. I'm a little skeptical over Intelligent Design myself, but it makes much more sense to me. And until I find something that makes more sense, that is my personal belief.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Look out, here I come
"This had to happen eventually"
Those were the words that kicked off one of my all time favorite sites, humpasaurusjones.com. Absolute classic. And worthy of bad imitations from millions of disillusioned high school students across the nation.
But thats not us. We are a breed that truely stands out, whatever that means. We are talking about things we don't like in our culture, and trying to provide some solutions to these problems, and showing off what bad writers we are in the process.
COming up are some rants on our school ID, improving the schooling system, and lots of porn. I mean, viruses will be flowing out of your orifices just looking at all the links that will be posted. I promise.
Those were the words that kicked off one of my all time favorite sites, humpasaurusjones.com. Absolute classic. And worthy of bad imitations from millions of disillusioned high school students across the nation.
But thats not us. We are a breed that truely stands out, whatever that means. We are talking about things we don't like in our culture, and trying to provide some solutions to these problems, and showing off what bad writers we are in the process.
COming up are some rants on our school ID, improving the schooling system, and lots of porn. I mean, viruses will be flowing out of your orifices just looking at all the links that will be posted. I promise.
Oh my God...I made a Blog!
Yeah, it was a matter of time before I stopped posting random shit on Facebook and decided to waste my time putting my thoughts somewhere else. If you read this, it's your loss, really.
I'm just kidding. I hope I can entertain you for a few minutes every day or so. If I do, then my job is complete.
So let me introduce myself. I am a person that sees cats EVERYWHERE. And I like the word WALRUS. You can thank the Beatles for that. Goo Goo Gajoob.
Umm... I have limited respect for authority these days. The government can suck my male reproductive organ. Unless Ron Paul gets elected, but let's face the facts: the US is not ready for real change. You think Clinton or Obama is going to give you change? Well, we'll see about that! The only change that either of them can bring to the White House is the fact that a minority will, for the first time, sit in the Oval Office as the leader of this nation. And possibly more taxes.
Anyway, that should be enough of a rant for today.
DUCK! THERE'S A CAT BEHIND YOU!
I'm just kidding. I hope I can entertain you for a few minutes every day or so. If I do, then my job is complete.
So let me introduce myself. I am a person that sees cats EVERYWHERE. And I like the word WALRUS. You can thank the Beatles for that. Goo Goo Gajoob.
Umm... I have limited respect for authority these days. The government can suck my male reproductive organ. Unless Ron Paul gets elected, but let's face the facts: the US is not ready for real change. You think Clinton or Obama is going to give you change? Well, we'll see about that! The only change that either of them can bring to the White House is the fact that a minority will, for the first time, sit in the Oval Office as the leader of this nation. And possibly more taxes.
Anyway, that should be enough of a rant for today.
DUCK! THERE'S A CAT BEHIND YOU!
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