Rushing to His Aid

When Rush Limbaugh admitted that for the past four years he's been addicted to illegal pain killers and purchasing them off of the black market, he created something of a quandry for himself and his party.

Limbaugh, like most conservatives, has been an ardent advocate of strict drug laws. He's spoken out against medicinal use for marijuana, has lobbied for tougher sentences of drug users and their dealers and has endorsed the new anti-marijuana advertising campaign.

Limbaugh's hypocrisy is stinging. While he was working to lock up casual pot users, he was obtaining prescription pain killers illegally to feed his own addiction. While I don't necessarily see a drug addiction as being a sign of a person with bad morals, after all no one asks to be addicted, hypocrisy is definitely a sign, no matter how you shake it down.

But what's more stinging than Limbaugh's hypocrisy is that of his fellow conservatives. Suddenly, Limbaugh is a "sick" man who needs "help". Magically, no one wants to see him go to jail even though laws he called for could put him in prison for up to 15 years.

On the other hand, liberals who have supposedly tried to loosen drug laws and push drug users into therapy instead of prison are the ones, at least secretly, hoping that Limbaugh gets put away. Though few have spoken out openly, those that have have been more than blunt with their words.

While I grant Limbaugh's hypocrisy is enough to make anyone want to vomit and that him going to jail would be a classic case of poetic justice, it doesn't necessarily make it right.

What's going on is the age-old game of politics before principles, where the two sides switch the minute tide seems to favor the other way.

The lesson for the American public is that there are no liberals or conservatives in power, only politicians. Sure, they may talk like liberals or conservatives, but when the chips are down, they're self-serving pragmatists that will abandon the high road the minute it draws fire.

However, what we, or at least our politicians, need to be learning from this is the true dangers of drug addiction. My personal hope is that the Limbaugh case will put the issue of drug use and addiction in a new, more realistic light and that not only will Limbaugh get the help he needs, but others that follow him may get the same.

After all, in my experience, addiction is almost always punishment enough. Locking up Limbaugh or anyone else with an addiction only feeds the disease and costs taxpayers more money both in prison costs and law enforcement efforts.

However, to call that unlikely is a grand understatement. The minute the spotlight is off Limbaugh and his recent divulgement, you can guarantee both sides will be back to the same old rhetoric, nothing learned, nothing gained. Just like everything else in American politics.

But there is one good thing that can come out of this. When Rush gets back on the airwaves after his rehab, he won't be calling for tougher drug laws.

At least, not if he values his integrity and his freedom.

Why Telemarketers Are Evil…

In the advertising world, "targeting" is a buzz word. Everyone is talking about how they can better target their advertising and streamline their message. Of course, in advertising, targeting makes sense, if you can focus your message only on those most interested in hearing it, not only do you save money by not blasting your message to deaf ears, but you can repeat your message more often to those who might actually buy the product. So, targeting not only makes good business sense, but good advertising sense.

This trend of targeting can be found all around you. Speciality newspapers, cable television channels, trade publications and sectionalized Web sites are all examples of media producers targeting their content so advertisers can better target theirs.

In fact, every major vehicle of advertising has caught on to the idea of targeting. Even junk mailers have learned to target by zip code. In fact, the only major form of advertising not the least bit interested in targeting is, you guessed it, telemarketing.

Telemarketing has traditionally, and continues to largely, be content to call everyone in the phone book. In fact, in an attempt to make sure they don't miss anyone, telemarketers will start calling exchanges starting XXX-0000 and working their way through XXX-9999, hawking their wares every step of the way ignoring busy signals, hang ups and disconects as they go.

In fact, where other forms of advertising have invested a great deal of money to improve their targeting, telemarketing has invested money to fight it.

The first great example of this came with the invention of the telezapper. The wildly popular device, which retailed for about fifty dollars, tricked telemarketing computers into thinking that the number was deactivated. So, when telemarketing firms found out that millions of Americans didn't want their message so bad they were willing to invest fifty dollars of their hard-earned money to block it, did they realize that these people weren't good prospects and move on? No. They dumped millions into inventing a means to work around the telezapper and continue harassing the very people that wanted to hear from them the absolute least.

More recently, the telemarketing industry has sued, apparently successfully, to halt the federal "Do Not Call" list, for which some 50 million numbers were registered. The list, which industry leaders said would cost millions of dollars and thousands of jobs, provided stiff penalties to corporations that "cold called" numbers placed on the list.

While I can certainly understand the industry's desire to be free of unnecessary government legislation, as an advertising man, the question becomes clear, "What's the big deal? Why do you want to call these people in the first place? And what advertiser in his right mind would want to spend money contacting people that are going to be angry to hear from them?"

It's simple, no one would. All that doing that would achieve is creating a great deal of animosity toward the product and perhaps turn a lot of people away from it, people that otherwise might have considered it. There's simply no reason why calling "Do Not Call" subscribers is in the best interest of the advertiser.

However, it's clearly in the best interest of the telemarketer.

Telemarketing companies are paid by advertisers to promote a product. However, the company doesn't simply sign over a check to the company and hope for the best, they want something in return. That's why advertisers pay telemarketing firms on a combination of comission fees and per-call fees.

Years ago, comission fees were the bread and butter of telemarketing firms. The pennies made per call seemed like peanuts compared to the dollars that can be made from every sale. But, while this resulted in some high-pressure tactics being employed, it kept call volumes relatively low. There simply wasn't much benefit in calling people randomly and much of the focus was placed on previous customers, by far the best target for a sales pitch.

However as telemarketing became more common it became more irritating and fewer and fewer people started buying from the phones. In fact, a recent CNN poll found that less than 1% of people even considred buying things from telemarketers. Furthermore, companies not selling products over the phone, but rather, just promotising existing ones, began to join the fray. The result, comissions began to slip and that "per call" fee became more and more appealing.

Over time, the goal of telemarketing changed from trying to call a few people and make a lot of sales to calling a lot of people and treating comissions like bonuses. Where once the people making the calls were paid more or less on comission alone, now many, if not most, get paid per call with a comission bonus.

But while the pay-per-call system makes more sense for telemarking firms, after all, they don't want to go broke trying to earn comissions on a product no one wants, it makes very little sense for marketers. It's similar to running an ad on every television station in the nation when you only need to target a small market. But what it means is that well-meaning advertisers pay good money for a message to fall on deaf ears, ears that the telemarketers know don't want to hear what they have to say.

So basically, not only do telemarketers not care if they're interrupting you while you are eating dinner, doing work, taking a shower or a million other private activities, but they don't care if advertisers that support them get a bum wrap. All they want is a hearty check.

That's why, as bad as I feel for myself and the throngs of masses that have to endure the annoying phone calls, I feel almost as bad for the advertisers shelling out money. Most advertisers are small-business owners that just want an inexpensive way to promote their products to a lot of local citizens. This is why calls for vinyl siding, landscaping and gutter repair are so common.

These businessmen, while often very talented in their trade, lack the advertising knowledge to understand the pitfalls of direct marketing and they also lack the money to hire a regular ad agency or use more traditional advertising effectively. After all, for the same price as a few low-budget local TV ads that will only reach a small percentage of the target audience, telemarketers can call almost everyone in the area. To an inexperienced advertiser, this is very tempting.

And, on the surface, it can seem to work. It will, invariably, move some product and seem to pay for itself. However, when others refuse to try the product/service simply becuase they first heard about it via telemarketer or the company lacks the funds to move onto traditional advertising, growth is stiffled and the advertiser has to return to the telemarketer again and again to sustain sales, constantly targeting that 1% that buys over the phone while irritating the 99% that don't.

In their defence, some telemarketers have realized this fact and made some attempt to weed out people that don't want their calls. The Direct Marketing Association (The DMA), a trade group for telemarkters and direct mailers, has run their own version of the Do-Not-Call list for several years. While being on the list has definitely reduced the number of calls I have gotten, since it only applies to members of the DMA, which many telemarkters, especially local ones, aren't, it hasn't kept the phones silent. I still receive several calls per week despite being on the list and taking full advantage of current "do Not Call" legislaiton. Simply put, their efforts at self-regulation have proven ineffective and furthermore, since they're a plaintiff in the lawsuit to stop the federal list, their gestures now seem very hollow.

Simply put, telemarketing should have gone the way of the dodo years ago. Much like door-to-door salesmen, it's an ineffective form of promotion that is intrusive and irritating. The only thing keeping it alive at all is the throngs of telemarketers that are far better at promoting their own services than other people's products. The proof of that is in their approach and the companies that engage in it.

After all, you don't see Microsoft or IBM promoting via the phone. If it was truly the best way to push their wares, don't you think they would?

Give that some thought the next time you hang up the telephone on another annoying call. After all, odds are you're not the only one getting a bad deal out of telemarketing. In fact, I doubt you're even getting the worst.

Gays, Lesbians, Bisexuals and Doubletalk

George W. Bush has had a lot of great lines as a President. Between his famous foul-ups of the English language (AKA: Bush-isms), his homely, often religious, quotes that seem to make little sense and his various fibs/half-truths, the Bush presidency has produced more one-liners than your average Rodney Dangerfield performance.

However, few, if any, of these lines truly earned their place in the "Double Talk Hall of Fame". Unlike Clinton, who was so renowned for his double talk he was became known as "Slick Willie", Bush has almost always been direct, frank and to the point. So, even though he might be an idiot, he might be a zealot and he might be a liar, he's never tried to play both sides.

That was, until last week.

It was then, after the Supreme court struck down anti-sodomy laws, giving the gay rights movement a tremendous shot in the arm, that Bush found himself pressed on the issue of gay and lesbian marriage, the next logical step and something Bush clearly opposes. It was there our defiant Republican President uttered these words, "(It is) Important for society to welcome each individual… (but) I believe marriage is between a man and a woman, and I think we ought to codify that one way or another."

To call this a beautiful example of doubletalk would be an understatement. I have to wonder if Bush's writers thought they were geniuses for devising a way to appear tolerant of gays and lesbians, while holding firm on the issue of gay marriage, essentially, a way to appeal to the "moral" right, while trying to remain a centrist President.

Unfortunately for Bush, his doubletalk is more than obvious. As Clinton found out when asking for the definition of "is" in a federal courtroom, speaking out of both sides of your mouth only gets you in more trouble.

You see, to me, having respect for someone means more than just saying you do, it means treating the person like an equal and, as a politician, that means ensuring that that they have equal rights under the law and that they have the same opportunities you do.

However, by denouncing gay marriages, you're denying a large portion of our population some of the basic rights and freedoms heterosexuals enjoy. These rights go well beyond just the freedom to get married, but also encompass a great deal of other rights. Here are a few examples of benefits life-long homosexual couples will never share that heterosexual ones can:

The right to own property jointly.
The right to file taxes as married and receive tax breaks/credits.
The right to adopt children as a couple.
The right to be at your mate's side if they're sick or injured.
The right to receive benefits in the event of your partner's death.
The ability to receive property in the event your significant other dies without a will.
The ability to naturalize a non-citizen.
The ability to share insurance coverage.

As you can see, this isn't just an issue of the government not recognizing a certain kind of relationship, but an issue of the government denying an entire segment of the population a series of rights and privileges that others probably take for granted.

Even though it's technically true a homosexual man can marry a woman, if they fail to consummate the marriage, which would almost certainly be the case, the marriage is considered invalid and can be annulled. Besides, getting married solely for the benefits of marriage, be it citizenship or insurance, is known as marriage fraud and is a crime punishable with jail time.

So, long story short, the way Mr. Bush shows his "respect" for gays and lesbians is to force them to choose between an invalid marriage, complete with possibility of jail time, and going their lives without these potentially important rights. It doesn't seem very respectful does it?

But Bush covers up his disrespect by saying he's "preserving the sanctity of marriage" by defining it as being a union between a man and a woman. While that sounds well and good, the second part of his double talk holds no more water than the first part.

First off, no one is talking about gay and lesbian marriages. No nation in the world or state in the nation allows gay and lesbian marriages. Rather, they allow "civil unions" or other, non-marital pairings. Gays and lesbians have been, on the whole, fine with this terminology and only want the rights and privileges that come with being married, something civil unions provide. Most gays and lesbians realize that terms such "marriage", "husband" and "wife" don't apply to their relationships and are seeking new terms to define their pairings.

Second, if Mr. Bush respected gays and lesbians as much as he claims, he would have spent at least some time around them. If he had done that, he would have seen that the love shared in a gay or lesbian couple is the same love shared between a heterosexual couple. I've seen it first hand and I think it's a beautiful thing, I wouldn't deny anyone I cared about or even simply respected the right to call these emotions love and I would not deny them the right to enjoy the legal fruits of their union. If you believe that love exists, then there is no harm to "protect" marriage from and by trying to create such a narrow definition of marriage one is doing far more to harm it than anything gays and lesbians could ever do simply because you're restricting something that truly knows no bounds.

What it boils down to is pretty simple. Either Mr. Bush is so afraid of, or intolerant of gays and lesbians that he feels the need to "protect" marriage from them or he thinks so little of the idea of marriage that he's prepared to restrict it to an archaic ideal that outlived its usefulness over a thousand years ago.

However, as everyone realizes, Mr. Bush is a happily married man and would never come down against marriage. That would be beyond foolish. The answer is painfully obvious; Mr. Bush is, more or less, a homophobe. No matter how much he claims to "respect" gays and no matter how much he uses double talk to straddle the line, his policies speak for themselves and he's come down hard, perhaps harder than any president in recent history, against the gay rights movement.

However, that's his right. As an American citizen it's his right to feel as he does about gays and lesbians and, as the President, he has to vote/speak his conscious and, since he's a Republican, I'd hardly call his closed-minded, fearful and ignorant attitude toward gays surprising. But what he's doing with his speeches is, in effect, trying to deceive the public again. If you don't like gays, if they make you uncomfortable and if you're against homosexuality, say so. Don't praise them with one hand and smite them with the other, don't try to breed acceptance and tolerance while trying to push discriminatory legislation.

Because, even though I couldn't disagree with Mr. Bush more on this issue, I'd at least have respect for him if he held true to his ideals and beliefs and had the courage to state his honest opinions.

Then again, if I did respect him, it probably wouldn't be returned and even if he could bring himself to respect me, he's made it painfully obvious he couldn't respect my friends, my neighbors or even my girlfriend.

That is, at least not enough to ensure that they are equal citizens in the eyes of the law.

No "Fat Chicks" Allowed

Here's a statistic that you probably didn't know and almost certainly won't believe: The average dress size for a woman in the United States (and most of the world for that matter) is a fourteen.

If this shocks you or surprises you, you're not alone. I was shocked by it and nearly everyone I've talked to about it can't believe it either. It seems completely impossible that the average woman could have a dress size in the double digits, not in a country that values bikini-butts, grapefruit diets and Calvin Klien models.

But guess what, it's true, 100% undeniably true.

However, while this is great news to “bigger” women who just realized that they are either at, below or slightly above the statistical average, it does nothing at all to explain how we got such a warped notion of what “normal” really is. After all, most people, especially men, seem to think that a “normal” woman should have a dress size that could be counted on one hand.

To answer that question though, all you have to do is go to a movie, visit a store or simply stick your nose in a magazine. In no time at all you'll be surrounded by images of women with unnaturally small waists and dress sizes that barely break positive digits.

Yes, these women are beautiful, there's no denying that, that's why they're in our movies, on our television, in our magazines and modeling our clothes. But still, the question is begged, “Where are the beautiful women with more normal figures?” After all, I've seen plenty of those walking around the streets, just not on my television.

Beats me.

But outside of the occasional one that either slips by or is thrown in to appease feminists that have, quite justly, been harping on this issue for years, you'll be lucky to spot any girl larger than a size 10 in a role where she's viewed as attractive, popular and sexy. In fact, on a recent edition of MTV's Beach House, Crystal and I could spot only one, one girl out of over 200, that had a figure large enough to be considered normal. To make matters worse, she had traded in the typical bikini for a tank top and shorts, an obvious attempt to hide her nonconformity.

However, none of this is news. We're pretty much all aware that the media skews its model base to unnaturally thin girls and that only 2% of all women naturally have the figure of a model (which, for the record, is usually between a dress size -2 and 2). We've all heard how this causes misconceptions about what a woman is supposed to look like and created problems such as anorexia, bulimia and other eating disorders in young girls and teens.

But what we don't hear about is how unbelievably sexist this is and how this fear is used to generate billions in revenue.

If you go to a large department store, you'll probably find the women's section divided into two parts, regulars and pluses. However, at most stores, any woman over a size 12 is considered a “plus” and as such is forced to swallow her pride and “cross the line” into the plus side just to find clothes that fit her. This might not seem like a big deal, but the message it sends is very clear, “You're fat, you're not normal and you need a special section just for you.” It doesn't matter that many of these women are actually below the national average, corporate America is telling them that they're overweight.

However, in the same department store, if you pay a visit to the men's section, odds are you won't find any separation at all. You'll be able to find all sizes, from a 28 waist to well over a 50 in the same section, often on the same rack. Even the largest of men can go their entire lives without “crossing the line” or being called a “plus”. The worst men will ever hear is that they're a “big and tall” which makes being large sound like being tall, a genetic predisposition that's not the guy's fault at all.

If this isn't sexist, I don't know what is. But it's a trend that doesn't stop at just the clothes rack, it continues on into how we view our celebrities. The same media that has hounded Anna Nichole Smith and even Madonna about their weight has made hardly a mention about male celebrities such as Marlon Brando, Johnny Popper, and even American Idol winner Ruben Studdard. In fact, many larger male celebrities wind up becoming sex symbols while female ones become the butt of jokes almost overnight.

Though I hesitate to use the words “misogynistic conspiracy”, they seem to be the only words that come close to describing this injustice. But who's to blame for it? Is it men for continuing to judge women based on their looks? At least in part, after all, if women were judged by more internal attributes, this whole argument would be moot, but if men had a reasonable vision of what an average woman looked like, the world would be a much better place.

Is it the media for skewing the types of women it shows in order to get better ratings? Once again, partly, but once again there are beautiful women of all sizes and if we could change our image of what's normal I doubt that thinner would consistently get better ratings.

Is it companies trying to make money off of the fears of the female population? Bingo.

Think about it a second, women have an inherent understanding that, rightly or wrongly, they're going to be judged based upon their looks. This understanding drives women to want to be beautiful the same as it drives men (although to a somewhat lesser degree). However, if a woman is convinced that she's beautiful, she doesn't spend nearly as much keeping herself that way as she would trying to make herself beautiful if she's convinced she's unattractive. In short, if you show a picture of a beautiful woman and every female consumer that sees the ad says, “Hey, I look like that already!” they don't buy the product, there's no need.

Now, when you consider all of the products sold on the idea of beauty (diet aids, foods, clothes, makeup, hair products, even vacations and cars just to name a few) there's a LOT of money to be made by convincing the vast majority of women that they're not up to the standards of beauty.

This all relates back to something that advertisers call “need creation”. It's a broad term that refers to the techniques advertisers use to take products you never needed before and convince you that you can't live without them. You might never have needed a microwave oven, a cell phone or even a computer fifty years ago, but through clever marketing and adapting to societal changes, advertisers got more than enough people to adopt these products that now they are all but essential.

The same thing has happened with diet and beauty products. Most women don't truly need these items but through need creation, largely through the use of imagery beautiful and skinny women, have gotten enough people to adopt that almost every woman feels the need to diet, wear make up and dress in the best clothes. So good was the act that they even got men sold on the idea along the way, even though the women they love and cherish usually look nothing like the image that's being presented.

Inevitably, these images seeped out from the advertising pages and into the content pages. Models and celebrities got thinner and thinner over the years. “Twiggy” the 60's model famous for her extremely thin figure, is now put to shame by just the everyday runway model. Twiggy, who weighed 91 pounds when she first became famous, even said she felt fat compared to the other models she saw at a recent comeback fashion show she did.

This, in turn has seeped into department stores and our everyday lives. In fact, where in the 50's the average store mannequin had a waist 34 inches around, now it's only 31 (for the record, average waist size is around 37 inches). In some parts of California, only 10% of all stores even carry sizes 14 and above and more and more stores have the unreasonable expectation that women the majority of women are unnaturally thin.

I'm not falling for it and neither should you. If Marilyn Monroe can have a dress size between 12 and 16 (which she did in the sixties), so should any other woman in the nation and she shouldn't be forced to feel guilty about it, shop only in plus sized stores or to diet in order to fix her "condition". We don't treat men that way and to continue holding such unreasonable expectations of women we, as a society, are not only being cruel but also hypocritical.

But what can we do to stop it? After all, the problem seems to be all around us and there's millions of dollars invested in keeping the status quo. Between diet gurus and fashion magazines, no one causing the problem seems to be ready to relent on the issue. After all, when your family fortune is made by convincing women they're fat, you're not about to shut your doors and tell them the truth. That would just be stupid.

But we as individuals do have a lot of power. First and foremost, we can avoid falling for the lie and avoid giving into these dangerous stereotypes. It might not be easy, especially for those of us that had these images and these ideals beat into us from an early age, but it can be done. After all, everyone has their own idea of what beauty is, all we have to do is learn to listen to it instead of what others have been telling us all along.

Second, we can put different, more realistic images out there. Though magazines may not run your photos, the Internet is a great means of distribution. Services such as Kazaa and Morpheus allow people to swap pictures without ever seeing one another. While most of these photos are pornographic in nature, it doesn't mean you can't use the channel to get your message across.

In short, take a photo of yourself, it doesn't have to be a nude one or even a very sexy one, a school picture will do, and put it out there with a nondescript name such as “Pretty girl” so that it will be downloaded. Trust me, people will see it and even though this would never be able to outnumber the images forced down everyone's throat by the media, it only takes a few instances to plant the seeds of doubt and doubt in the myth is what needs to be raised.

Finally, stop supporting products that engage in this “need creation”. It should be pretty obvious who's doing what and by simply not doing business with these companies, you're sending a strong message. Companies take notice of even slight drop offs in product sales and, if you combine your boycott with a few well-written letters, they might be willing to actually listen to what you have to say.

After all, this whole issue started with the almighty dollar, it will probably have to end there as well.

In the meantime though, I encourage everyone to stop this charade and open your eyes to the not-so-bitter truth. There are beautiful people of all shapes, sizes and colors. The quicker we can all see that, the happier and better of we'll be as a society because we'll stop tormenting people based upon their appearance, and we'll stop setting a self-destructive double-standard.

In fact, putting an end to this gender/size warfare could be the biggest peace movement in the history of the modern world…

Martha, Martha, Martha!

June 4th was a very bad day for Martha Stewart. In a period of less than 12 hours, she was indicted on nine counts of securities fraud by a federal grand jury and, as a result, stepped down as CEO of the company she helped found and even bears her name. It honestly wouldn’t shock me if the words “Black Wednesday” have already entered her vocabulary to describe that dark day.

However, outside of her fans, the rest of the world was all smiles at the news. The jokes about Martha being forced to decorate a jail cell became popular again and almost everyone was getting a good laugh at her expense. Even feminists, the first group you’d expect to jump on the grenade for a successful businesswoman, have largely thumbed their noses and walked away.

Long story short, no one that doesn't need her cooking tips gives two cents about what Martha was thinking.

But why is the world so angry at Martha? Why is it that at every corner we’ve spoofed, made jokes about and even outright berated her. As a country, we’ve shown no love for her even though she’s one of the few women millionaires to be found and could conceivably be a role model for every young girl in the nation. She’s smart, she’s successful and she’s independent. Basically, she’s everything we’d like our daughters to become.

Yet, the ridicule and the hatred continue. We make excuses about her being irritating and all-too-easy of a target. But while these things are true, they don’t cover the real reason she’s drawn so much heat, the reason no one at Martha Stewart Inc. wants to admit.

To sum it up in a word, Martha’s a hypocrite.

Because, while all of the things I said above are true, she didn’t become rich and famous by being smart, successful and independent, but rather, by hawking the 1950’s stereotype of the housewife, a quiet, obedient woman that spends her life cleaning house, cooking meals and raising the children.

Need proof of this? Watch her television show. It’s a thirty-minute whirlwind of cooking, decorating and gardening set in a quiet New England atmosphere. Need more proof? Check out her product line at Kmart, you’ll find bed sheets, garden houses and cooking supplies.

To my knowledge, not once has Martha told a woman how to keep track of her meetings, operate a personal computer or diversify her portfolio (not that she’s one to be giving out stock advice anyway) even though, almost certainly, these are the concerns of her, successful, day-to-day life. Though she’s probably demonstrated a dozen different techniques to prepare a turkey, she’s never done anything to help a woman make money (if she doesn’t already work at a craft fair) or move up in society.

In fact, to many, she’s hampered the image of the woman as being strong, independent and successful by constantly portraying women as docile housewives. Meanwhile though, Martha’s jet-setting around the world, drinking champagne and enjoying her successful life that's anything but what she portrays.

Yes, you heard right, to make her millions Martha sold out the feminist movement and no amount of freshly-baked cookies is going to soothe the rift that has formed between herself, the feminists and the rest of America. Most of us have been able to see through this act for a long, long time and now that she’s been indicted most of us are waiting for reparations.

Sure, Martha has and always will have her fans. Some people, have enjoyed her work and will support her until the day she dies, no matter what. They're spending their time talking about how this is a “double standard” for women in business, failing to point out that three men were indicted at the same time for the same crime. Also, the other famous businesswomen such as Oprah Winfrey and Rosie O'Donnell remain un-indicted for any crimes. In addition to that, all of the wonderful examples of male corporate greed that Martha supporters like to (rightfully) vilify (such as the Enron executives) are all also facing charges of their own.

But even with this loss of perspective among some Martha supporters, poll after poll shows 70% or more people don’t feel the feds are being too hard on Martha and that she’s getting the treatment she deserves (Bear in mind that approximately 51% of the population is female). Even if she’s completely innocent or her high-priced lawyers can get her off, America is getting a kick out watching her writhe and suffer.

But then again, what else do you expect when a woman builds an empire on hypocrisy and knick-knacks? I don’t know too many people who’ll take a bullet for candied yams and I don’t see why anyone would do it when they’re being served from a hypocritical woman that sold out the very movement that helped her become wealthy.

In fact, I think it’s safe to say most of us would rather be firing the bullets.

Where are All of the War Protesters Now?

Over the past few days, I've seen a series of smug articles from war hawks asking the question "Where have all of the war protesters have gone since the American troops were welcomed in Baghdad?" After all, with France seeming to soften its anti-war line and many of the doves in Congress oddly silent, it seems that the anti-war crowd lost their fight.

Well, I can only speak for myself and those around me, but for us, the war did not magically become "all right", in fact, I can think of ten very good reasons why the hawks shouldn't be so smug about their "victory".

(Note: All of this information is accurate as of 4-27-2003)

1. No Weapons of Mass Destruction – In the few days since the American occupation of Baghdad and the complete fall of Iraq, exactly zero weapons of mass destruction have turned up. Though I've counted four false alarms including a supposed sarin-tipped missile (further tests came back negative), an active nuclear program that turned out to be using legitimate low-grade uranium (not fit for weapons use) and those famed mobile laboratories which, apparently, were used only for conventional weapons. Supposedly, this was a war about disarming Iraq, a feat that's yet to be accomplished since nothing to disarm has been found.
2. No Terrorists – Also in the days since the fall of Iraq, exactly one terrorist arrest has been made in the country. However, the man in question Abu Abbas has no connection to Osama Bin Laden, Al Qaeda, Sept. 11 or anything else to do with terrorism in the United States. Instead, he was the mastermind of a 1985 hijacking of an Italian cruise ship, an attack in which one passenger died. While it's nice to have him in custody, it's not exactly the kind of terrorist find the hawks were touting.
3. The financial toll – Some estimates of the cost of war and reconstruction put it at around 200 billion dollars. As one democratic senator pointed out, for that amount of money, the United States could insure every individual under the age of eighteen. This, of course, begs the question, which is a greater threat to America's youth, their inability to get adequate healthcare or a nation that lacks weapons capable of reaching our shores?
4. The Iraqi toll – How many Iraqi lives were lost in this affair? Sure, there were less than 150 coalition fatalities, but don't the Iraqis who died, civilian and military, count for something? Conservative estimates for Iraqi losses put them at over 1,000 civilian deaths and potentially over 10,000 military. Though loss of life is part of any war, to smugly tout the relatively minor loss of life on the coalition side without mentioning the other is to say that their lives were meaningless.
5. The Looting – Iraqis in Baghdad have taken to the street looting their city. While no one can blame them for looting from the regime that stole from them so long. Among the buildings that were looted, while the United States was supposedly in control of the city, are the Baghdad museum, including several artifacts from the dawn of civilization, all but one of the hospitals in the city and homes of several hard-working Iraqi citizens. In short, it's pretty obvious that cheering wasn't the only thing the citizens of Baghdad were doing.
6. The Ignoring of Bigger Threats – One television commentator said it best, if you want to find terrorists, you go to Western Pakistan, you want to find a nation that's a threat to the United States, you go to North Korea. We're spending billions of dollars to invade a poverty-stricken nation with few terrorists and no weapons capable of reaching us while terrorists elsewhere are plotting their next attack against us and rogue nations with missiles capable of reaching the United States are developing nuclear weapons. I'm not the only one that thinks this is backward.
7. Weak Saddam/Osama Link – The much sought-after and never-discovered Saddam/Osama link hasn't materialized as many hawks had promised it would. In fact, the only evidence of any Al Qaeda/Iraq link involves a meeting their respective leaderships had in 1998. No evidence of logistical or financial support has been found. In fact, since the war started with many Muslim fundamentalists actually found themselves HELPING the United States overthrow Saddam's secular regime and some have, since the fighting ended, declared themselves mayors of many of Iraq's major cities. One would think that if the Saddam/Osama link held any water that these people would have rallied to fight and die in order to kill the Americans, not aid them. However, it might be interesting to see if any new evidence comes up over the next few weeks.
8. Geopolitical Problems – Thanks to this war, NATO is in tatters, the United Nations is furious at us and the world sees us as a global bully. Then again, this is hardly surprising considering that our "Coalition of the Willing" is comprised mostly of nations like the Albania, Liechtenstein, Eritrea, and Macedonia (nations that provided no military and can offer little political support) is it any shock that the world is laughing at our "coalition". Saying that it's bigger than the one in the first gulf war because it has more nations is like saying 40 pennies are larger than 30 dimes because there are more of them. However, even with 40 nations in the coalition that leaves over 140 that aren't and, considering how desperate we were for members, I think it's safe to say that those who aren't in the coalition did not support this war.
9. Protests in Baghdad – While it's very true that many of the oppressed Shiite Muslims celebrated and rejoiced as American tanks poured into Baghdad, those same people are already, after barely a week and a half of occupation, turning to protest our continued presence. Even as we send people over to take control of the country, thousands of Iraqis are protesting daily against our presence and our plans for an interim government. The situation has been made worse by a weapons explosion that killed six Iraqi civilians. While some might call the Iraqi citizens ungrateful, something I have to at least partially agree with, it shows that A) We weren't as welcome as we originally thought and B) The Iraqis have a desire to set up their own government and C) They don't want our help or our influence in making it happen.
10. No Saddam Hussein – Once again, the United States finds itself playing the "Is he dead? Is he alive? Does it matter?" game with another leader. But instead of Osama, we now can't find Saddam. Though Bin Laden proved how hard it can be to find a single person, the fact that we haven't been able to even figure out if Saddam is alive or dead is yet another black eye to American military intelligence and to the "War on Terrorism"

The truth is that no one liked Saddam, even the war protestors, it's just that many felt it wasn't worth overthrowing him with unilateral action, especially at the expense of ignoring bigger threats and larger problems, a point that still remains very much valid. The war protests didn't stop because seeing some of the oppressed Iraqis embrace the American troops made everything fine and dandy, but because the war was over and protesting a war after it's finished is beyond stupid. After all, even the protests against the Vietnam War ended after the United States pulled out.

But the main thing to remember is this; the fact that the war is over doesn't mean that it's also justified. While I think everyone is glad that the loss of American life has been kept to a minimum and our soldiers will be returning home soon, the question about whether or not this is a justified war is a question that's still being answered and will continue to be answered for sometime.

However, judging from the early indications, I'd say it's the hawks that have the most to be embarrassed about. One might even say that the silence of the doves comes more from the feeling of sweet satisfaction than bitter shame. Because, unless something big turns up and quick, it's the case of the doves that will get the biggest bolstering in the aftermath of the war, not the hawks and, when the history books are finally written, they won't be speaking too favorably about our actions

Can Someone Please Define Terrorism

"Terrorism: An Act intended to cause death or serious bodily injury to a civilian, or to any other person not taking an active part in the hostilities in a situation of armed conflict, when the purpose of such act, by its nature or context, is to intimidate a population, or to compel a Government or an international organization to do or to abstain from doing any act."

- The Most Recent U.N. Treaty on Terrorism

Theoretically, this is a great definition of terrorism. It encompasses more or less all of the things a terrorist or a terrorist act is supposed to be and distinguishes acts of terrorism from acts of war.

The only problem with that definition is that modern lingo isn't as cut and dry. Where Webster's or the United Nations might be able to define something neatly and easily, modern slang can often twist and torque the definition to the point that it loses it's original meaning altogether.

An excellent example of this occurred on CNN following the recent grenade attack at Camp Pennsylvania in Kuwait (For those who don't know, in the attack a US soldier threw three grenades into leadership tents killing two and wounding a dozen.). In the initial confusion after the attack, it was assumed by most that an Iraqi soldier had somehow penetrated the compound and initiated the attack.

While this is an easy and understandable conclusion to jump to, several news organizations, including CNN, were quick to use the words "terrorist attack."

Needless to say, this flagrantly goes against the current definition of terrorism. If it had been carried out by an Iraqi soldier, it would have been an attack carried out by an enlisted soldier against a hostile military force. No civilians, no deceptions, just a regular, old-fashioned, guerrilla warfare attack. Nothing terrorist about it, save the fact it was against the United States.

Now, the conspiracy-minded might say that this is an attempt by western news to further vilify the Iraqi troops by labeling even legitimate Iraqi assaults as "terrorist". However, I think the more likely solution, given how quickly the situation arose and how little planning went into its coverage, is that it's just a sign of exactly how far the word "terrorism" has degraded.

You see, ever since Sept. 11, 2001, "terrorism" has been the buzzword and, as such, has been used as often as possible by both the media and the people in power. The problem with this overuse is that, after a while, it starts getting applied to things that really don't fit the bill. In the past year and a half, I've heard it applied to hackers, computer virus authors, serial killers, bullies and now a legitimate military assault (that didn't actually take place).

The problem with all of this besides the continued warping of the English language is that terrorists are the people we, as a country, are fighting against and out to destroy. By labeling someone or something a terrorist, we are effectively sentencing it to death, if not a physical death, then a personal and emotional one.

Historically, we need to look no farther back than the fifties to find another example of this. However the buzzword of the day wasn't "terrorist" but rather "Communist". America, so scared by our former Communist allies, it began to use the term Communist interchangeably with words such as "evil" and "vile". Everything wrong in the world seemed to be caused by "commies" and the term degraded (largely at the hands of one McCarthy) to the point that it was applied to anyone who disagreed with the government, no matter what the subject or what the reason. Even some libertarians, the virtual opposite of communists, were coined as such simply because their views didn't mesh with the status quo.

Such is the risk here, the more and more we throw around the word "terrorist" unjustly, the more we risk another McCarthy-style witch hunt. At the current rate, it's only a matter of time before the word terrorist is applied to political dissidents, protesters or just every day people exercising their right to disagree and speak out on political matters. In short order, we could find ourselves losing the very freedoms that supposedly separate "us" from "them" and, if that does come to pass, the term "terrorist" to describe how our government treats its own citizens might not be that far off base.

Basically, as a nation, we need to watch our tongues and stick to the definitions at hand. We can't play loose and fast with such a serious word, even when it's tempting. There's simply too much at stake here and we can't afford to be reckless because the slippery slope theory tells us that it's only a shot trip until we're sailing off the edge of the cliff.

A cliff we, as a nation, have been over once before, but certainly don't want to go over again.

Immature Hawks

I was once told that you could tell a lot about a political agenda by the people that supported it, that the types of people who support an agenda say almost as much about it as the issues themselves. Well, if that's the case, then what I've learned this past week is that the saber-rattlers and the people pushing forward the agenda for war are a bunch of immature children who can't let people disagree with them, especially other countries.

The first sign of this came on Wednesday, March 12, when two Republican lawmakers announced that they had successfully changed the name of "French Fries" and "French Toast" in the House cafeteria to "Freedom Fries" and "Freedom Toast" respectively. This change seems to indicate that these lawmakers and the people that helped them push their agenda were so fed up with France's anti-war stance that they couldn't stomach the idea of eating a food with the word "French" in the title.

But, needless to say, that's not where it stops. The very next day, on March 13, another Republican Representative proposed legislation that would have the state foot the bill for helping families of those who died in France during the two World Wars move their loved one's remains back to the United States. What's the reason for this? Well, the representative said that France does not "appreciate the sacrifices men and women in uniform have made to defend the freedom that the French enjoy today." However, this legislation faces a much more uncertain future than "Freedom Toast."

But don't get comfortable thinking that our government is the only one being immature, every day people have been doing it just as effectively. Also within the past week, Sofitel Hotels, a French company, had to pull the French flags off of their buildings citing threats that they'd received against the security of their employees and their guests. Other French products have been getting similar treatment, including French wines and cheeses.

Finally, don't think you have to be Frenchman or the French government to find yourself a victim of immature and brash treatment, all you have to be is against the war with Iraq. One San Diego Man, after flying home after a trip to Seattle found a handwritten note on the top of his "Notification of Baggage Inspection" card (it's a printed card they slide in if they open your checked baggage at an airport) that read "Don't appreciate your Anti-American attitude!" His crime, carrying two "No Iraq War" signs home with him in his suitcase.

Transportation Security Administration officials said they are looking into the matter.

Needless to say, all of these random acts of adolescence are uncalled for. They not only reflect very poorly on those that support the war, but on Americans in general. After all, we're supposed to be the nation where people are free to disagree on political issues. Republicans don't (usually) call Democrats "Anti-American" and Democrats haven't tried to rename "Banana Republic" t-shirts "Banana Freedom" because we realize on some fundamental level that even though we disagree on how to get things done, we're on the same side and none of the disagreements are to be taken personally.

But that's exactly what's happened to the war with Iraq, some people, mostly those in favor of going to war, have taken the issue personally and anyone or anything that doesn't agree is clearly anti-American and is a sign that they aren't patriotic, that they don't appreciate their freedoms and that they secretly want to see more people die and the Western societies crumble to pieces.

It's an attitude that's nothing more than a figment of their insecurities and sane people on both sides of the issue can see that plainly.

A lot of bright, intelligent and very appreciative people don't think that war is the best solution. Just because someone doesn't think that bombing a country halfway across the world will accomplish anything, doesn't mean they aren't grateful for their freedoms or that they're Anti-American. They just disagree with others about the best way to secure our nation and our way of life.

I really think everyone needs to take a deep breath and realize that this is just a political issue; we can disagree on it and still be on the same team. On an issue a serious as this there's a need for rational, intelligent discussion of the issues and there's no room for name-calling, threats or any other immature behavior. After all, that does more to cloud the issue than it does to bring it to a conclusion.

Because, at the end of the day, no one wants to see another September 11, no one wants to see another human tragedy, it's just that some people don't think war is the best way to avert another one and, if you think about it, it's not that outrageous of a position.

So, can we have some maturity please?

Poets Against War

When hundreds of poets gathered this past weekend to protest the impending war with Iraq, all of them were risking their reputation but only one of them was risking his job. His name is Bill Collins and he's the current U.S. Poet Laureate.

Though he's not the founder of the "Poets Against the War" movement nor is his job directly controlled by the President (rather, he's appointed by the Librarian of Congress), it still takes a lot of courage to stand up to a regime as Hell-bent on war as the Bush's. Of course, it doesn't help any when first lady Laura Bush is on record saying she "did not believe poetry should be used for political purposes," when explaining why she cancelled a White House symposium to be attended by Poets Against the War founder, Sam Hamill.

However, the irony and the brutality of Mrs. Bush's statement isn't in the fact that it's a backhanded threat to poets all across the nation, but that it's extremely historically inaccurate. After all, anyone that was awake in History 101 can tell you that poetry and politics have always been joined at the hip.

Ever since the idea of poetry was created, poets, who tend to be a politically active bunch anyway, have always written about what's important to them and they've usually had the mindset that the actions of political leaders do have an impact on them and that the plight of others, even people they might never have met, have an impact on their lives. Anyone who has read the meditations of John Donne knows exactly of what I speak.

This is why many of history's greatest moments of political upheaval have also been moments of great poetic upheaval as well. Both the French and the American revolutions were ripe periods for poets resulting in many great works of literature on both sides of the conflicts. In fact, if you're in the United States, you regularly recite or at least listen to a piece of politically motivated poetry that was written during the War of 1812, "The Star Spangled Banner", or our national anthem.

However, governments have not been keen on just letting poets write what they've pleased. They've frequently taken a much more proactive role in getting the literature they want, often directly paying to get the piece they feel they need.

Though this practice was most common in the Renaissance Era when wealthy and powerful families would support poets so the poet could produce works solely for the family, a more recent case of this was Alfred Lord Tennyson's "Charge of the Light Brigade". Though an admirable poem, Tennyson was commissioned by the crown to write the piece honoring the brigade largely because their deaths were the result of a colossal blunder in military strategy.

This practice continues to this day and takes the form of government grants and stipends given to poets for producing work in certain genres. In fact, even the position of Poet Laureate itself is a sign of politics and poetry mixing. The position, which is supposed to "raise the national consciousness to a greater appreciation of the reading and writing of poetry," also has a strong reflection on the United States itself and as such the list of past Poet Laureates is populated almost exclusively by "accessible" authors that are usually very upbeat and keep their controversy to a bare minimum.

If Mrs. Bush were serious in saying that poetry should not be mixed with politics, she'd have to cut all government funding for poets (and the arts for that matter), terminate the position of Poet Laureate, change our National Anthem (perhaps something instrumental) and never hold a White House poetry symposium again. Needless to say, this would be a tremendous loss to the nation as a whole, poets and non-poets alike.

However, I think we all realize that Mrs. Bush did not mean what she said. Instead, a quote more apt to describe her true position would go something like, "I don't believe poetry should be used for political purposes that go against our own agenda," which, in turn, is just as dangerous. While this approach doesn't eliminate the poetic voice altogether, it just makes the government the gatekeeper for what is and is not acceptable, which is the very definition of censorship.

Indeed, what Mrs. Bush has done and obviously intends to do, that is, based upon her words and her actions, is use the government's vast monetary resources to promote exclusively the literature that they (meaning the government) feel is appropriate for whatever political agenda they're advancing. Clearly, this crosses the line between selective support for literature (I've never seen a government grant for any gothic or dark literature) and outright propaganda. What Mrs. Bush is talking about isn't separating politics and poetry, but wielding poetry exclusively as a weapon of politics.

This is why "Poets Against the War" might want to stop focusing on the war with Iraq and turn their attention to a much different kind of war on the home front. As creators of modern culture, poets should see Mrs. Bush's words and the actions of the current administration as fighting words, a direct threat against their very stock and trade.

Because even though lives aren't in danger in the struggle for control over poetry's future, the impact of this struggle could be just as drastic as any conflict fought with bullets. Poetry can't survive under the thumb of the government and it can't flourish without its support. As such, the government, including Mrs. Bush, has an obligation to support and promote poetry of all kinds, even when it or the people who write it are opposed to the current political agenda.

After all, the whole idea of freedom of speech is the protection of unpopular ideas and the right to express them without fear of reprisal. A fact Mrs. Bush has clearly forgotten in her rush to protect her husband's agenda, but one that I hope poets across the nation never let slip. Not only for my sake, but for the sake of the nation…

An Economy in the Hand…

The entire nation is buzzing about President Bush's upcoming plan to revitalize the economy. The media, in particular CNN, has been ranking it as his number one challenge of 2003, the democrats have already begun slamming it as being targeted at the most wealthy Americans and the only thing that's clear is that everyone wants relief and everyone is looking for Washington to bring it.

To me, this is just proof at exactly how naïve the nation has become.

One thing that both Democrats and Republicans miss, or rather, falsely assume, is that the government doesn't control the economy. In all of the bickering about who's to blame for the economic downfall (Bush blames Clinton and the Democrats blame Bush), it seems like both sides assume that the President, or at least the federal government, is a giant wizard waving a magic wand controlling the economy at will.

I'm very certain that all of the past presidents wish they had had that power, but the simple truth is that they don't, never did and never will. Anyone who believes otherwise is either a very naïve or a very wishful human being.

The plain truth is that the economy, on a national scale, is an infinitely complex system with literally millions of variables, of which government is but one. While there are things our leaders can certainly do to stimulate the economy (cut taxes, lower interest rates, etc.), if the countless other factors point south, you can rest assured the economy will be going straight down the toilet no matter what incentives your friendly politician might throw out.

In fact, most economists agree that looking at the economy on a national level is usually very misleading. It's possible for some parts of the nation to be doing well while others suffer. All a national readout of figures can do is give you a statistical average of what's going on all over the nation, an average that may or may not apply to half of the people it supposedly represents.

But it shouldn't come as a shock to most of us that the economy is on the government's mind right now. With campaigns less than a year away, most politicians know that, their job depends on the happiness of their constituents and that happiness is largely determined by how well clothed, fed and entertained they are, all variables controlled by the economy.

So, even though issues like Iraq, the War on Terrorism and North Korea have been the highlights of this four-year cycle, it shouldn't shock anyone that it could very easily end discussing the economy. Politicians know very well that, even though they don't have much control over it, if they don't fix they won't be around for another term and, at the end of the day, that's what matters most to any successful politician, their job.

It's truly as simple as that.

Ad Nauseum: What Would Jesus Drive?

The Evangelical Environmental Network, a group of 23 religious organizations lead by Rev. Jim Ball of Philadelphia, has taken up what can only be called an unusual cause, the stamping out of the SUV movement. The group, in conjunction with the SUV Ad Campaign, has begun a television and print ad blitz in eight metro markets asking the question "What Would Jesus Drive?"

Ignoring the fact that Jesus was never confronted with this question when he was alive, my main problem with this campaign is that I desperately want to love it. Although no one has mistaken me for Jesus, (except for a stripper named "Blaze", but that's another column), I too hate SUV's with the kind of dedication that's usually reserved for all things, well, biblical.

In my book, SUV drivers are people who willingly waste money on features they'll never use, create a safety hazard for everyone else on the road, destroy the environment and make life a living Hell for other cautious drivers so that they can drive the biggest, baddest vehicle on the road short of a semi-truck.

Every time I look into an SUV (or should I say, look up into an SUV) and see a soccer mom (or dad) at the wheel with no one else in the car, I have to gag in order to hold down my lunch. As far as I'm concerned, SUVs are off-road vehicles that never leave the pavement (who wants to get them dirty?) and, with very few exceptions, SUV drivers are people so wrapped up in themselves and their appearance that they gladly make the roads a more dangerous place for everyone else just to look cool and tough (while sitting in posh leather interior).

But seething hatred aside, I can't do anything but laugh at this campaign. First of all, the only honest answer one can come up with for the tagline "What Would Jesus Drive?" is "nothing." After all, when Jesus was alive his only modes of transportation were donkey, boat and foot. While it certainly is hard to place him at the wheel of a giant SUV, I can't see him using any modern transportation with the possible exception of a bicycle.

Second, while the campaign is targeted at SUV drivers, has perhaps the worst call to action in history. The idea of telling people to give up their large vehicles might sound like a good plan, but think of what happens when someone trades in an SUV, someone else buys it. Even if the campaign was amazingly successful in getting people to turn in their SUVs, all that would happen is that the vehicles would be back on the road in a few months (probably sold at a lower price) under new ownership. The end result, there would be almost no reduction in the number of SUVs on the road.

But most importantly, as anyone who's set foot inside an advertising class will tell you, unless you're selling something inherently religious, you should never, for any reason, mix religion with a commercial message. People despise having their faith used to sell them products or motivate them to do things that they wouldn't otherwise. Even though God has been used to sell charity for as long as the two have existed together, we're not talking about feeding starving orphans or any other issue where the connection is clear and easy to understand. Rather, we're talking about the car in your garage, an issue that seems about as far removed from Jesus as television, Capri pants and electric razors.

In the end, that's why the question "What Would Jesus Drive?" rings so hollow. While Jesus means so much to so many people, people see the car they drive not as a charity expense or a moral decision, but as a business transaction and thus largely off-limits to the influence of religion.

So while auto manufacturers like Ford might be scared enough to meet with these leaders, they're clearly not scared enough to change their ways and why should they? SUVs have survived environmentalist assaults, a gas price crisis and flurry of horrendous safety test results; I seriously doubt a hollow question such as "What Would Jesus Drive?" is going to put a single dent in the SUVs $30,000 armor.

So no matter how much I hate SUVs, no matter how much I want them all melted down into a tiny ball and no matter how much I despise the majority of SUV owners, I can not endorse this illogical and irrational campaign. In fact, about all it's going to do is a make a mockery of the very serious environmental issues surrounding SUVs and give SUV drivers another reason to call us SUV-haters "wackos" and "lunatics".

A name we've already been called way too many times before…

What the 2002 Elections Really Mean

Imagine for a second that you had fallen asleep on Nov. 4th and just woke up today. You would have missed the Nov. 5th elections, the Republican Party's victories, the media blitz, the subsequent change of leadership in the Democratic Party and the windfall of predictions and speculations about what it all means. Basically, you would have woken up in the exact same country your lazy ass fell asleep in a week ago.

Because no matter how much the media hypes up the victories, no matter, what the GOP says it means and no matter how much finger pointing the Democrats do, this election, in the grand scheme of modern politics, means exceptionally little.

First of all, let's take a real hard look at what was actually gained and lost in this election. In the 100-member Senate, the Republicans managed to gain two seats, which in turn gave them a statistical majority with 51 seats. In the 435-member house of representatives, the Republicans gained very little and, depending on the outcomes of some elections that are too close to call, they could gain anywhere from six seats to nothing. Finally, in the various races for State governor, the Democrats were the ones to pull out ahead bringing in three seats while the Republicans actually lost control of one state house (Independents Governorships that changed hands made up the difference).

So as anyone with a calculator handy can see, this so-called Republican thrashing, sweep or trouncing, is really little more than a statistical blip on the radar. Simple math reveals that the Republicans did not gain more than 2% of anything and, in fact, it was the Democrats that took over 6% of the Governorships across the nation. Clearly, a more significant percentage.

"But wait! What about the new Republican majority in the Senate?"

What about it? Sure, the GOP might have racked up a statistical majority in the Senate, but the closest vote in recent Senate legislation was passed with a margin of well over 20. In fact, most important legislation (including many of the anti-terrorism bills) requires a 3/5 margin to pass, not a simple majority. This means, to get anything done, the Republicans are still going to have to reach across the aisle and lure Democrats to their cause.

Also, while it's completely true that if the Republicans could stick together that they would hold a majority, the simple truth is that it isn't likely to happen. With the movement toward centrism, the line between Republican and Democrat has been hopelessly blurred and any realist understands that getting 51 Senators to agree on anything, even if they're all Republicans, is a very difficult job.

Basically, if you're worried or excited about the possibilities of a GOP Senate, you should probably calm down. This isn't the first time America has made a slight shift to the right (or to the left for that matter) and history has shown us that these shifts rarely produce any real results, good or bad. In fact, the very idea of American democracy is designed to prevent radical change from happening overnight (you want radical change, move to Israel) and to bring about any long-term benefits, or long-term damage, the trend would have to continue for several more elections.

And trust me, the next four to six years is plenty of time for the pendulum to swing back the other way…

BMX XXX

In the movie "The People vs. Larry Flint", Larry Flint, played by Woody Harrelson, gave a lecture to the free speech society he helped fund. In it, he asked one fundamental question of the world, "What is more obscene, sex or war?"

Though I must have read a dozen pages from parent groups, many of which included a mention of this speech, every single one dodged the issue. Rather than addressing what is perhaps the most serious question about our society's morals and values, they instead attack Larry Flint's ethics and background, something that's all-too-easy to do.

I'm not saying that Larry Flint is a good person or ever was, but he did ask a question that needs to be answered. But rather than addressing it in an essay or in some kind of law, we address it every day in how we handle our society and treat the issues of sex and violence in our modern culture.

An excellent example of this is the upcoming video game from Acclaim entertainment "BMX XXX." The game, which features full-motion video of strippers, topless female BMXers, crude language and even dog copulation, has earned a "Mature" rating (roughly equivalent to being rated "R") from the Entertainment Software Rating Board (ESRB) for "Comic mischief, nudity, strong language and strong sexual content."

Interestingly absent from this list of objections is any mention of violence.

While BMX XXX isn't the first game to get the "M" rating, it is the first to get it for sex and this has caused an uproar in the video game community. Many major retailers, including Wal-Mart, Best Buy and Circuit City have said they're not going to carry the game and groups like the Parents Television Council have been applauding the decision.

However, to put it modestly, it's a decision that smacks with hypocrisy. All three of the retailers in question carry "R" rated movies that contain content as strong, if not stronger, than "BMX XXX". In fact, Best Buy carries soft-core pornography including "Girls Gone Wild" and Seduction Cinema flicks such as "The Erotic Witch Project". In addition to that, two of the retailers, Best Buy and Circuit City, carry the violence-laden "Grand Theft Auto 3" and countless other titles that have earned the "M" rating for the vast amounts of blood and gore contained in them.

This in turn begs two very interesting questions: 1) Do we hold video games to a different standard than other forms of entertainment? 2) "What is more obscene, sex or war?"

The first question is the obvious one because it's quite clear that video games are held to a different set of standards than movies or music. Acclaim itself tried to compare it's "BMX XXX" to "American Pie", a movie all three of those retailers carry, but even though the objectionable content between the two works are very similar, their logic fell on deaf ears.

A lot of that stems from how people, like myself, grew up thinking of video games. As a die-hard member of the Nintendo generation, I grew up thinking video games were only for kids and that no adult in his right mind would want to play "Super Mario 3". But the truth is that over 60% of all modern video game systems are owned by individuals 18 or older (my younger brother being one of them) and there's no denying that the age of the average gamer has skyrocketed since the golden age of gaming in the 1980s. The simple truth is that people like myself who were raised on Nintendo have grown into Playstation 2 users while fewer and fewer young people are willing or able to shell out the $200 required to get into modern gaming.

But while marketers have noticed this trend and have begun creating more and more games for older audiences, the rules about what you can and cannot have in video games haven't changed much since the days of "Mortal Kombat". Graphic violence is OK so long as it comes with a warning (those ESRB ratings), but any glimpse of nudity or inclusion of strong sexuality is enough to get you kicked to the curb.

But this in turn begs the second question, the same one posed by Larry Flint, "Which is more obscene, sex or war?"

There's no easy answer to that question, but as a society, we've answered it in so many different ways. Movies with graphic violence are rated "R" while movies with graphic sex are rated "X", taking a child to see a violent film at worst makes you a bad parent, but showing him or her a movie about sex is "contributing to the delinquency of a minor", a crime punishable with prison time. We live in a society where books about sex, like "Lady Chatterley's Lover", are pulled from school shelves while books that depict graphic violence, such as "The Killer Angels", are made required reading.

As a society, we decided that sex and violence were not appropriate for children and no one is saying that they are. But we also decided violence is better than sex, that the destruction of life is less harmful for young eyes than the creation of it, that hate is more appropriate than love and that pain is less damaging than pleasure.

Is it any wonder why we live in such a violent society? How can we expect peace when we accept violence in order to make sex more taboo? We can't. This isn't a matter of video games warping young minds or media turning kids into monsters, rather, it's an indication of our priorities as a culture, priorities which tell kids that it's better to beat a friend over the head with a trash can than to have an sexually impure thought and that the natural instinct for love is more evil than the instinct to kill.

So, I'll leave it to you, dear reader, to decide what we should do about this. This is something that's come about over hundreds of years of near-puritan thinking and I'm stumped on how to solve the crisis now. Perhaps we've gone too far to come back or perhaps we're just too stubborn to ever change our ways, no matter how stupid they are.

But no matter what the answer is, I know that BMX XXX isn't our problem. After all, it's just a video game that shows images of nude women. As taboo as that may be in our society, at least it's not telling your kids to run around and shoot everything in sight.

Even if that is the message Best Buy and other retailers will allow on its shelves without a second thought…

The Legalization of Marijuana

I don't smoke pot. It's something that's never had a place in my life and I've always seen drugs, even alcohol, as a potential hindrance to my goals in life. That's why I've always been very careful about where I tread, what I take and when I take it. But despite this goodie-two-shoes approach to all things potentially addictive, I'm probably one of the few human beings that's genuinely outraged that marijuana is illegal.

You see, I'm a libertarian at heart and being a libertarian means you have one simple, fundamental rule when it comes to government, "The government's job is to protect me from others, but I'm the only person who's responsible for protecting me from myself." This means that if there's no victim outside of the perpetrator, there is no crime. Period.

However, I'm also a realist and I understand that I live in a society that's hell-bent enforcing morals through laws and watching over people's shoulders to make sure they're doing what's right, even when it doesn't affect anyone else. But even under such a restrictive government, the hypocrisy of making marijuana illegal is dumbfounding and, to a libertarian such as myself, is infuriating.

First of all, marijuana as a substance is less harmful and less addictive than cigarettes, less intoxicating than alcohol and the only illegal drug that has not killed a single person in recorded history. In fact, much to my shame, some studies indicate that caffeine, my drug of choice, comes with more harmful side effects than marijuana does.

Now let's take a quick moment to contrast marijuana to each of these other, completely legal, drugs.

Cigarettes have an absolutely abominable record when it comes to public safety. Not only do 400,000 people die each year from smoking-related illnesses, but also the nicotine found in cigarettes has been tested as being the most addictive drug that's widely used, up to five times more addictive than cocaine. Meanwhile, just a few years ago, tobacco executives were swearing that nicotine wasn't addictive and that people were smoking cigarettes purely for personal enjoyment. It's a sad spectacle to say the least. However, tobacco, in all its forms, remains completely legal to anyone over the age of 18.

However, alcohol isn't doing much better. Another highly addictive substance, upwards of 50,000 people die each year from alcohol poisoning (this doesn't count drunk driving, other accidents, liver disease or kidney failure). To make matters worse, alcohol is implicated in over half of all domestic violence and rape cases, up to 2/3 of all assaults and a quarter of all suicides. Yet despite this tremendous societal impact, alcohol remains completely legal for anyone over the age of 21 who isn't operating a motor vehicle.

Caffeine, however, is much more innocent. But it too rings in as one of the most addictive substances available, ahead of PCP, and the negative health consequences of caffeine, including lost sleep, jitters and ulcers are well documented.

Compared to these three, marijuana, a drug with no physical dependency and one of the lowest overall addictiveness ratings, seems rather tame. While taking smoke into your lungs is never a good thing and some of the side effects of marijuana, including mental impairment and sexual dysfunction, are undeniable, it's no more dangerous than many over-the-counter medications. Combine that with the complete lack of a body count and marijuana becomes one of the safest things to breathe in a society surrounded by gas fumes and wet paint. Even the hardest skeptics of the drug have to admit, it's better for you than cigarettes and less of a societal problem than alcohol.

Despite this, the government has fought tooth and nail to keep marijuana illegal, including taking states that try to decriminalize the drug to court. But while the federal government ignores the obvious, nearly 750,000 people each year are arrested for mere marijuana possession costing taxpayers an estimated $10 billion. This number dwarfs the number of violent criminals arrested and most law enforcement experts agree that the "war on pot" has become nothing but a huge burden on the nation's police force.

But then comes the big question, why is it illegal in the first place? I've read about a dozen theories on the issue, but as I see it, it boils down to one critical factor, the users. The people who smoke cigarettes and drink alcohol come from all walks of life and any attempt to criminalize those two drugs would be resisted by A) powerful lobby groups and B) the wealthy and middle-class users of the products. However, pot smokers tend to be younger, less politically involved and smaller in number than any of the other groups in question. So while speaking out against cigarettes or alcohol is political suicide, it's completely safe to pick on marijuana users and, in fact, with the public crying for a "war on drugs" it's a very, very smart move.

Now, on an aside note, a lot of people have taken to calling pot a "gateway drug" to justify maintaining its criminal status. But the term "gateway drug", while it seems to implicate marijuana in causing more serious addictions, is actually a term that means very little for the simple reason that any drug can be a gateway drug. While there's a strong correlation between people who use pot and then move onto other things, a similar correlation exists for both alcohol and caffeine. The truth is, a lot of people who use marijuana never move onto harder drugs just like light drinkers don't always become raging alcoholics. In the end, it's just a convenient statistic to justify an unjustifiable law.

But there is hope. Several states and many nations are moving to decriminalize marijuana. By one estimate, 30% of the United States population lives under some form of decriminalization and in those states there's been no reported increase of marijuana use. Other states, like Nevada, are pushing legislation through to decriminalize marijuana possession despite the federal governments legal maneuvering to get the laws repealed.

What needs to happen is more political activism on the part of pot smokers. More than just protests and publicity stunts, there needs to be a serious push not just for the legalization of marijuana, but to promote the responsible use of it. Rather than simply fighting to lift the ban, there needs to be an understanding that any legalization of it is going to come with restrictions and the consensus among the current marijuana lobbyists is that the restrictions should be similar to those placed on alcohol (age, location of consumption, driving, etc.).

But most importantly, pot smokers needs to shake their image of being stupid, lazy and useless. Being politically active and promoting responsible use is one of the best ways to do that, but also important is being a productive member of the community, a law-abiding citizen (marijuana use aside) and a contributor to government both as a taxpayer and as a voter.

Perhaps then marijuana users and marijuana supporters will be able to show the people the error of the existing laws and take their case to government in a way that will earn them respect and, justice willing, a victory.

Ad Nauseum: Drugs and Terror

During the Super Bowl in January, The White House Office of National Drug Control Policy ran a series of ads linking illegal drug use to supporting terrorism. The critics jumped on this immediately accusing the White House of tapping Sept. 11th fears to push an entirely unrelated issue and worse, accusing harmless drug users of supporting terrorism across the globe.

The ads were quickly halted and it seemed that the whole incident was one giant embarrassment for the White House. However, within the past few weeks, the White House has returned to the theme with a few ads that, while toned down, are remarkably similar.

One ad, for example, follows the path of a joint from the user, to the dealer, to the smuggler and eventually to the cartel that does horrible things in some unnamed third-world country. It's an interesting and powerful message that smacks the viewer in the face and sobers them up to the realities of the drug trade.

After all, everything that's said in this campaign is completely true. The Taliban was heavy in the opium trade, amphetamine has been linked to Hezbollah and it shouldn't come as any shock if we find out Al Qaeda itself is getting cash from the various drugs grown in Southeast Asia.

But what's interesting about this campaign isn't what we see, but what we don't see. After all, since Sept. 11, 2001, we've linked Al Qaeda to a dozen Muslim charities, organized crime in Italy has been tied to pasta factories and Egyptian extremists have made money selling imitation baby formula.

But yet, we don't see ads saying things like "When you give to Muslim charities, you could be supporting terrorism." even though it too could very easily be true. No one is asking us to stop eating spaghetti because people who run those factories sometimes do bad things and no one in their right mind is telling us to stop buying baby formula.

The harsh truth is that every dime we spend, be it on a dime bag or a dime arcade, can go to fund things we don't like. Buy a shirt made in another country and you could be supporting a sweatshop owner. Buy a diamond ring and you could be supporting violent rebels in Africa. Buy a book and you could be supporting the burning of the rain forest.

The truth is that you don't know where your money goes outside of whom you give it to. The same as that drug dealer who sells you weed could be funneling money straight to Osama Bin Laden's pocket; he could also just be an everyday guy growing pot in his garden. Every transaction you make, you take a risk of sending your money where you don't want it to go and that's not something you can do much about.

So my advice to the White House is simple, stop attempting to tie drugs to terrorism. There may be a link, there almost certainly is one, but terrorists are going to make their money any way they can and the fact is nothing, not even charity, is safe from their reach. If you're going to harp on one means of terrorist revenue, you have to harp on all of them and I seriously doubt you're prepared to tell mothers to stop buying baby formula.

To the drug users of the world, I simply say this: If you want to stop using drugs for reasons that are your own, I wish you luck. But don't stop just because you're scared of giving money to terrorists. To do that, you'd have to avoid buying anything ever again.

And that's a price even the White House would say is too high.

A Question For Florida

Yes, Florida has done it again. After the election controversy in 2000, spending millions on election reforms and promising endlessly to improve the quality of the voting process in the state, Florida has managed to create yet another controversy, this one perhaps worse than the first.

This time, in addition to there being a very close race for the democratic gubernatorial primary, there's reports of ballots being torn in the automatic readers, computer equipment not being installed properly, people being handed the wrong ballots, election workers not showing up and some polling stations not even opening until one in the afternoon. Even one of the candidates, Janet Reno, had to wait over one hour to cast her vote because her assigned polling station was delayed in opening due to these "technical difficulties."

I only have one question for Florida and its election officials, "How hard is it to run an election? Really?"

Let's think about this for a second, the other 49 (save Louisiana, which had dead people voting in the late 90's) states manage to hold elections every two years without a glitch. I myself have voted three times and never been confronted with a confusing ballot, a late-to-open polling station or rude/unhelpful workers (though the candidates are another issue) and I'm from South Carolina, supposedly one of the poorest and dumbest states in the nation.

I will grant that we, as a nation, have been very hard on Florida because they were the deciding factor in the last presidential election. But while the race was close and the presidency was decided by less than 1,000 votes, Florida's problems didn't exactly help instill faith in the legitimacy of our new President and when you throw in the fact that his brother is governor of the state, the cat calls of "Hail to the Thief" seem quite understandable.

But then there's this. From the looks of things, even when the nation's spotlight isn't on Florida, the election is much smaller and the results much less important, things STILL fall apart. I mean, if you can't get a simple primary election right, how am I supposed to have any confidence in your presidential results?

The truth is that I can't and as a voter I've never felt more angry and disenfranchised from the whole election process as I do right now. I'll forgive the fact we have our Presidents decided by an electoral college and not by popular vote (otherwise, Gore would be our President). I'll ignore the fact we have only two parties when most feel a four or five-party system would be more fair. But the fact some yahoos in Florida can't even count their votes right, really casts doubts on the whole idea of democracy in America.

But this whole thing also raises some pretty mind-boggling questions for the nation.

First, how can we have any faith in an electoral college when big, election-deciding states like Florida seem to have a real problem collecting votes? How do we as Americans feel about the arbitrariness that our greatest right, the right to vote, is being handled with? Finally, the big one, why hasn't our election process been brought into the 21st century?

Think about it, my computer, as slow and old as it is, has the needed processing power to tally all of the results for the entire nation. It's nothing more than simple addition. The only things that would be needed to make this happen would be a standard electronic voting system that would tally the results instantly as they are received and a nation-wide intranet that would connect counties to states and states to a central point thus allowing the results to be compiled and figured.

The advantages of this are obvious, no more "with 90% of precincts reporting", no more room for human error and the only votes that wouldn't be counted as they were sent in would be absentee ballots. Beyond that, the minutes the polls closed, you'd know who won or lost, but of course, in nation-wide elections you would withhold those results until all the polls across the nation closed down.

Would this system be expensive? Yes. Would it pose security problems? Yes. But both of these items can be overcome and given the importance of voting to our way of life and the rights we hold dear, I think the risks of not stepping forward outweigh the risks of doing so.

Because unless we do, situations like the one in Florida are going to be more and more common and it's likely further elections could be marred by controversial results and polling difficulties, two items which can so easily be avoided.

But while this is something we must do as a nation, at best, such a solution is many years down the road due to the sheer size of such a project. So in the meantime, Florida, get it right in November. Ok.

I don 't think I or the voters are asking too much of you, just what we were promised in the constitution…

No Balls, One Strike

I have to admit, I've never been much of a baseball fan. In addition to not being a huge sports fan, I've always thought of baseball as, well, the sport of wusses. Think about it, there's little contact between players, the action itself is extremely slow, it gets called on rain and the most exciting moments involve a small white ball being propelled by a wooden bat over a distant wall. Baseball's the only sport where players get to sit down every few minutes (I wonder how they'd feel if they tried playing soccer) and baseball is also the only sport currently preparing to go on strike.

I'm not saying that baseball players don't work hard and don't stay in shape, after all, I couldn't do what they do, but the fact is that, for sports stars, they have it pretty easy. Baseball lacks the endurance of soccer and basketball, the danger of NASCAR, the injuries of football or the sheer athleticism of Olympic track and field. Golf is perhaps the only sport in the world easier on the player than baseball, but at least Tiger Woods is smart enough not to walk out on the sport and the fans that have made him a millionaire.

All baseball insults aside, millions of people think I'm wrong, perhaps rightfully, and those people line up at baseball parks across the nation to watch their favorite players and teams in action, many of them gladly paying hundreds for a ticket and five dollars for a single hot dog (Fast fact, when visiting Atlanta for the 1996 Olympics, we ate lunch at the very classy Sundial restaurant and dinner Atlanta-Fulton County stadium. Though one meal was cooked by a five-star chef and one was warmed over hot dogs, both meals cost the exact same price.). I don't get it, but I respect it because these people, rightly or wrongly, look up to these players and what they can do, letting the excitement of the game provide a needed distraction for the realities of life.

However, that's a distraction that baseball fans are about to lose. In addition to allegations of steroid use and other legal troubles, if the baseball players don't get their way, on August 30th, they're prepared to go on strike and deprive the nation of its national pastime less than two weeks before the one-year anniversary of Sept. 11.

Baseball fans, who have put up with two strikes in the last 20 years, including the longest strike in 1994, have about had it and for good reason. Baseball, a game of statistics, has worked up some pretty bad numbers in this field including eight work stoppages over the past 30 years totaling up to over 1,700 games missed. However, all games lost were due to player strikes, which total five, and though the owners have locked out players three times, every time was during spring training meaning no regular-season games were lost.

It's sad to think that baseball's greatest enemies are its own players, but that seems to be the case if you look at the numbers and if there's one thing baseball taught me it's that the numbers don't lie. The players have struck over everything from pension plans to free-agent compensation when they're literally holding one of the cushiest and most desirable jobs in the world. Most people would love to make millions per year and get months of paid vacation for playing baseball and there's no way in Hell that Joe-six-pack, who is working long hours in a factory so his family can scrape by and uses baseball to escape the harsh realities of life, is going to be sympathetic to the player's "plight."

The cold fact is that every strike that the players have gone on has been for one reason and one reason alone, money. Not once have they struck for better working conditions, fewer hours or more vacation. No matter what the issue of the dispute has been, it's always centered around pay and while I can understand some people striking for better wages, especially teachers that make less than $30,000 per year, I'll never understand how million-dollar baseball players can feel they're not being paid enough.

A 15% raise to a teacher means better food on the table, a better home to live in and a more secure retirement, but a 15% raise to a baseball player means, what? A fifth summer home? Trading up to a Porsche? A new fur coat for your girlfriend? Or just that you get to pocket more money for doing the same work?

No matter what it is, it's not worth trashing the sport and the fans have spoken up. In a recent CNN/Sports Illustrated poll, 61% of respondents said that if the players strike, that baseball will lose them as a fan forever. If those numbers even loosely translate into reality, baseball will fall on the popularity ladder to somewhere between the WNBA and sumo wrestling. Needless to say though, if the fans walk out, then the money in baseball won't be there and the industry will no longer be able to support the players' current salaries much less the ones they want.

To put it bluntly, if the players walk out now, at a time in which the sport has just barely recovered from the last strike, they could do themselves more harm than good and put the sport that has paid for all their cars and mansions on the skids forever. It takes the cliché of biting the hand that feeds you to a whole new height.

But in the end, the only people who lose in the event of a player strike are the players and perhaps the owners. Joe-six-pack can find something else to believe in and America can find another past-time. Despite what the players think, they have a great job, they are not essential to this county and if they strike they could very easily be kissing their salaries and the sport they claim to love goodbye.

After all, wrestling's still on and at least those guys don't go on strike.

I came, I saw, I conquered Iraq

When it comes to foreign policy, I don't have many rules, but one of the critical ones I do have is "If you can avoid it, don't start a fight." While I think every country, the same as every individual, has the right to defend themselves against aggression, if it is at all avoidable, it's unwise to be the aggressor.

However, that's exactly what George W. Bush and roughly fifty percent of all Americans want to do, launch a full-scale attack on Iraq in order to overthrow Saddam Hussein and they're willing to accept the heavy casualties and global outrage that will likely come from it.

Why do they want to do this? Why are they willing to sacrifice so much and turn this supposed peace-loving nation into a global bully? Well, they can't decide either.

The most commonly given reason is that Iraq is stockpiling weapons of mass destruction and is thus a threat to both the region and even the United States itself. This is no secret, we've known that since the end of the Persian Gulf War when Saddam started playing cat-and-mouse with U.N. Inspectors. That's why Iraq is currently under harsh U.N. sanctions and most Iraqi citizens are living in total squalor.

I will grant that Saddam's record with weapons of mass destruction is very poor, especially when you include the fact he gassed his own people following the Persian Gulf War after they rebelled against him. But if we're going to invade an enemy state for building and stockpiling such weapons, we can't show bias toward Iraq, we need to invade them all including North Korea, Cuba and China.

After all, North Korea's nuclear program is clearly a greater threat to the United States than Iraq's puny chemical plants. If we're going to invade anyone for developing weapons of mass destruction, it should at least be someone capable of using those weapons against us with disastrous results, not someone who can barely scrape together the knowledge and materials to build a modest stockpile of outdated chemical weapons.

The second most common reason given is that Iraq supports terror and probably had something to do with the Sept. 11 attacks.

This simply isn't true. The CIA searched very hard to find a connection between Saddam and Bin Laden, any connection at all, and it found none. Every reported meeting between an Iraqi official and an Al Qaeda one were quickly debunked and remarkably enough it seems Saddam's hands are completely clean when it comes to those attacks.

The truth is that Saddam's secular regime directly conflicts with Bin Laden's mission to create Muslim governments. The only thing the two seem to agree on is their hatred for the United States and while that's kept them from killing each other, it doesn't really inspire cooperation.

Another reason commonly given is that Saddam is a danger to his own people. That he's already used chemical warfare on them, that he is a brutal dictator and uses lethal force to squelch political dissidents.

While all of these reasons are definitely valid, all of these behaviors can be found elsewhere in the world and if America intervenes for that reason, we'll be making a historical exception as well. Think about it, we stood by when Hitler slaughtered the Jews, when Stalin massacred the Ukrainians, when Pol Pot decimated Cambodia and when Xiaoping butchered protesters in China.

Suddenly Saddam's behavior falls into focus, if someone reaches for this when justifying an attack on Iraq, they've officially hit the bottom of the excuse barrel. Not only have we ignored worse in the past, but we're also ignoring worse now. There are no American plans to invade China or North Korea and even our greatest ally in the Middle East, Saudi Arabia, which is known for its harsh Islamic law.

The best sincere reason that can be given for attacking Iraq is "We don't like them and they don't like us." The truth is that they pose little threat to the United States and with the sizable United States force in Saudi Arabia, little threat to the region.

Saddam knows what happens when he invades another country unprovoked, he watches his army get routed and his air force destroyed before they can get off the ground. He knows that he's lucky to have survived his first battle with the United States and will do what he can to avoid another while getting his way as much as possible, even if it means starving his own people.

To make matters worse for the war hawks, our strongest European allies, including the United Kingdom and France, are very unsure about this attack both in its principle and its chances of success. Tony Blair, who first gave resounding support for the attack, has since wavered and many in the British parliament have already openly condemned it. Even legislators on our own Capitol Hill are very skeptical about this attack with many wondering what has gotten into our President.

Even Bush himself isn't quite sure what to do. Every week he seems to waver on the issue going frequently from calling the attack "imminent" to wondering if Americans "are ready for the casualties." He's gone on the record as saying that "there's no immediate plans" to attack Iraq, even though the New York Times has already uncovered and printed tactical plans for just such an invasion.

It really makes you wonder about the competency of our leadership.

But the bottom line is that with our allies unsure, Congress torn, the people divided and even the President uneasy, why are we even considering such a dangerous and costly action? There is no proof that Iraq is any threat to the United States or even a significant threat to the region and it's simply not worth incurring the wrath of the Arab world, the distrust of our allies and the heavy loss of life to engage in an offensive that no one can explain and almost no one is sure about.

Perhaps it's time for us as a nation to step back and think about what we're doing. Before we risk thousands of lives and forcing America to stand alone in the world, we should at least take a moment to think about what we hope to gain.

Something that I think most people will agree simply isn't worth the potential price…

Greedy Sons Of…

Greed may be considered a sin, but it's also a universally understood emotion. Pretty much everyone knows what it's like to see what someone else has and want it for yourself. It's only human to want more than what one has and most of the time that isn't a problem.

That's because most people tame their greed, they hold onto it and don't let it get the best of them only acting on it when it's at least moderately appropriate and operating with at least some understanding that other humans are affected by their actions.

Then there's corporate CEOs, or at least those at Worldcom.

The CEOs of Worldcom, and other companies such as Qwest, Enron, Adelphia and Tyco did something amazing. They took a look at the millions they had and decided that they needed (and deserved) millions more even if it meant defrauding the public, ruing their company and destroying the lives of their employees.

For example, take Tyco Head Dennis Kozlowski, he and a top deputy sold over $500 million in Tyco stock just before it plummeted. Former Worldcom executive Bernard Ebbers owes his company over $400 million in loans he made to himself to buy Worldcom stock. If you think that's big, former Adelphia CEO John Rigers, who was recently arrested, borrowed $1 Billion (with a "B") from his own company to buy Adelphia stock.

This greedy "hand in the till" mentality led to accounting fraud. In almost every case, the company involved began inflating revenues using tricks such as self-dealing (buying and selling to itself to generate false revenue), off-the-book partnerships (using a separate business to take on corporate debts) and good old-fashioned lying. It was a house of cards that was doomed to tumble and take the economy down with it.

But that didn't matter.

The result is that now people who can barely pay for their mortgage have their retirement accounts wiped out, mothers and fathers with bills to pay have lost their jobs and people like myself who are new to the job market are being faced with an uphill battle. All of this because a few CEOs, most of whom were making over a million per year anyway, decided they deserved more wealth than what they had.

If there was ever a case against capitalism, this is it. Even Fidel Castro, the last great Communist leader in the world, seized upon the point in a recent speech to commemorate the anniversary of his revolution. But while his comments ring hollow due to the poverty-stricken nature of his country, his point is hard to miss.

As a capitalistic society, we accept the fact that a select few are going to rise up and make a lot of money without doing a lot of work. We realize that disparities in both wealth and power are impossible to avoid in a society motivated by self-interest and that those at the top will have incredible power and reap unbelievable riches.

All that we ever asked in return was a little honesty, that those in power who reap the fruits of capitalism have the integrity to not destroy the tree.

Apparently though, we can't count on that. Instead, what's happened is that a handful of men through sheer greed have done more damage to the economy than Osama Bin Laden and his band of terrorists could have ever dreamed. It wasn't a band of box cutter weilding maniacs that brought the stock market down, but rather a handful of money-grubbing suits and perhaps a fundamental flaw in the way our economy works.

But the worst part about this isn't that it calls in to question our economic system, but our legal system as well. Because despite the fact these people have stolen many times the amount of money heisted in all of the bank robberies between 1996-2001 and have done irreparable damage they've done to our economy, the chances of convictions, especially for long sentences, are slim.

Most legal experts agree that the combination of high-priced defense attorneys and confusing accounting issues will make convincing a jury very difficult. If these CEOs make it to trial, the likelihood that they could go free goes up and the odds of even a light prison sentence sinks.

But the lesson that I'm going to carry away from this is that while greed may be a universal emotion, it obviously knows no limit. I can now say I've watched in awe as men who were many times wealthier than I could ever dream of being ruined thousands, if not millions of lives through lies and deception solely to get more. I'd like to think there'd be a point in which people would at least be greedy for something other than money, self-fulfillment perhaps. But instead, these people decided the path to happiness was simply more cold hard cash and trashed a nation's ideals to get it.

While I hope that I'm never that greedy, the truth is that I'll never know and odds are neither will you. It does matter how mad I get at these white-haired thieves, the blunt truth is that I don't know how I'd act if I had millions of dollars in my back pocket and without actually being there, I never will. I can only hope that I'd conduct myself with more compassion and reason than they did, because if not, then we've exposed not a flaw with a few venomous individuals, but the entire economic and legal system. Flaws we'll have to address as a society. And soon.

Why Anti-depressants Don't Work

Every once in a while, I get one right.

A study conducted by University of Connecticut psychology professor found the anti-depressant drugs (Prozac, Paxil, etc.) work only marginally better than a placebo in treating depression. The drugs, designed to correct chemical imbalances in the brain, did have a high number of successes in treating those who took it, but the number was almost equal to those who took the placebo.

While the difference was statistically significant, the narrow margin has caused many to wonder of these miracle drugs, now used to treat everything from PMS to general anxiety, are really that effective at all, something that should have been asked years ago.

You see, as a society we've begun doping ourselves to cure our blues without pondering if it was the right approach. After all, the pill is the scientific method of curing everything and that blind faith in physical medicine caused us to overlook one critical fact, that these drugs were designed to treat people with a chemical imbalance in the brain while most people with depression have an imbalance in their lives.

While some people are indeed depressed due to biological factors, I'd venture that the number is much lower than most would have you believe. Simply put, most people who are depressed are depressed for a damn good reason and giving them a pill to fix a chemical imbalance that isn't there will do nothing but bring on nasty side effects.

But this hasn't stopped psychiatrists across the world from having a blind faith in the abilities of these drugs. If you go into a psychiatrist office today with a case of depression, most likely, one of the first things he/she will do is give you a prescription, regardless of your reasons for being there. It doesn't matter if you lost your job, your mother died or if you're getting beat up everyday at school, Prozac is the miracle solution and if that doesn't work try Zoloft or Paxil, one of them has to work.

But the fact is, they don't. All they do in most cases is turn smart, intelligent people into zombies. These drugs strip away peoples natural defenses at a time in which they need all of their faculties to survive all the while doing nothing to address the real problem.

Now I don't think psychiatrists are bad people for doing this. The allure of a miracle cure for a disease as complicated and as devastating as depression is very great. But the fact is that there is no miracle cure and even the most gung-ho about the power of these pills has come to realize that they aren't completely effective.

I'm also not about to say that there isn't a place for these pills in modern medicine. They clearly do their job well and in some cases are quite useful. But while I'm no medical expert, they should be used as a last resort, something to try when traditional therapy has failed. They should never be used to treat depression when the cause hasn't been established, even if it's a part of the double-barrel approach (medicine and therapy) that many psychiatrists tout.

Prescribing medicine without good cause, especially medicine that alters the mind, is not just a waste of money, but potentially dangerous. I wouldn't tell anyone to have open-heart surgery just because they have chest pains (it could be gas after all) I'd at least want to check their pulse before tinkering with their insides and such is the case with these drugs.

So I hope that psychiatrists take this study to heart. The effectiveness of these pills have for a long time been in serious doubt and this study only furthers it. There are so many variables at play when it comes to depression and without addressing the right one or the right combination thereof, you're never going to solve anything. If doctors continue blindly prescribing these pills, they'll find themselves doing more harm than good for a majority of patients and many of those lost souls, already suffering from a terrible disease, can't afford to take another hit.

It's time for us as a society to take another look at the way we use the pills and think long and hard about what we hope to accomplish with them. We need to remember that one man's salvation is another's damnation and that without carefully considering what we're doing, we could be condemning those who need help to a fate far worse than the one they started with.

It's a brutal truth, but one we need to accept.

One Nation, Under Construction

I really hate to waste precious time on something that's as trivial as the Pledge of Allegiance. In the end, what happens or doesn't happen to it will have no bearing on myself or any lasting impact on others.

However, since the entire nation seems to have lost it's marbles on the issue and the media is showing an extreme bias on the subject, someone has to be the voice of reason on the issue and in lieu of someone better equipped, I'll agree to give it a shot.

According to a recent survey, a full 70% of the population is in favor of keeping the words "under God" in the Pledge of Allegiance. This is a striking coincidence because, while statistics vary, the number of people who are Christian in the United States seems to hover between 70 and 80 percent.

On the flip side of the coin, 19% of the population is opposed to its inclusion (the remaining 11% were neutral or gave no answer), while roughly 28% of people either don't believe in God at all or have non-traditional views about what God is or is not. This leaves roughly 72% of the population with the traditional views of a God that is conscious, all knowing, all-powerful and all controlling.

The American public is playing a very dangerous game. The vast majority of people are either supporting or condemning the inclusion of the words not on the basis of if it is right or if it is constitutional, but if it supports their personal beliefs.

It's dangerous not because it threatens to spark a religious war or divide the nation (though it does), but because it's one of the many times in American history that the majority has been dead wrong. The fact is, when the 9th court of appeals said that the words "Under God" were unconstitutional, they hit upon something that amazingly no one recognized, that God is inherently Christian and to include his name in the Pledge of Allegiance to the United States of America is, my default, to endorse a religion.

Luckily for the nearly 30% of the American populace that doesn't accept the Judeo-Christian concept of a higher power, the constitution provides a clause that creates a separation between church and state. This forces governments hand out of issues dealing with religion guarantees that everyone, regardless of beliefs, will be granted the same protection from the law.

The church and state clause is a critical one and it's one of the major principles this nation was founded upon. The fact is that public schools are government controlled and that teachers and administrators are government officials. Having either of them utter the words "Under God," outside of a purely informational sense or having any official oath contain those words, violates that clause. It's cut and dry, there's no way around it and just because the majority of people happen to believe in something, doesn't mean it should be forced upon the minority.

The hypocrisy of the issue is that while it's all well and good to pledge allegiance to a God that nearly three-quarters of the people believe in, if the roles were reversed and the pledge included "Under Allah" or "Under No God" the same people who are cheering for "Under God" now would be storming the White House demanding separation of church and state.

We're in a society where you can request any text you want to swear on when you give an oath in court and the government is not allowed to tax any church that so requests it but only one God and one faith is good enough for the Pledge, for our money and for our oaths of office.

The hypocrisy of the government on the issue of church and state is truly staggering. With one hand we give praise to God in our Pledge, hold Christian prayers before government meetings and even incorporate God into every dollar bill printed, but with the other we ban him from our classrooms, restrict his influence on government and even tout being a secular state.

Some say we need to decide if we are going to become a truly secular nation or a truly Christian one. However, there is no decision to be made because it was made when the Constitution was signed. We are America, we are a nation that observes separation between church and state and while we respect the rule of the majority, we have many protections for minorities and this is one of them.

Think about it, is a Muslim not an American because he would pledge to "One Nation, Under Allah," instead of "Under God?" What of the atheist who doesn't believe in a God? Is he not an American? It's diversity that makes this country so great and to exclude over one-fourth of our population from pledging allegiance to it properly, simply because they don't agree with the majority, goes against everything that this nation stands for.

However, many people still deny that. They say that we as a nation need to turn to God in these difficult times and the media seems to have landed firmly on that side. One political cartoon even went as far as to show a plane flying into the World Trade Center with the caption "See, all along I knew you were a nation of Godless infidels."

While this political cartoon makes me sick for a variety of reasons, it never answers some very tough questions. How does having the words "Under God" make us a better nation? Will it make our people more religious? Will it turn around the decades of decline in the Christian faith? Will it make us a more moral people or somehow give us guidance?

The answer to all of these questions is of course "No." Having those words in the pledge will do nothing to change America's "Moral Crisis" as some people call it (think about it, it started and progressed with "Under God" intact, why would leaving it in help fix it?), but it alienates over a quarter of the population, clearly violates the separation between church and state and tramples over what this nation is really about, not giving praise to God, but giving praise to freedom.

That's why the pledge should go back to the way it was before 1954, without "Under God" in it. That's also why our money should be changed, our emblems altered and the entire way the government handles God should be shifted. The concept of a separation between church and state was created to prevent the government from telling us how and what to believe. To trample on that tramples on the rights of everyone atheist and Christian alike.

Because if the government can tell us not only that a higher power exists but which one it is, that's only a step away from telling us how we should worship that power. As things sit now we are only one step better than many of the nations we oppose and if a handful nameless individuals had their way, we would become exactly what we claim to hate, a religious nation with no freedom to choose our own paths in faith.

So to the majority, I beseech you, pretend for a second that you were a part of this minority. Pretend you were being asked to pledge to "No God" or a God different than your own. That's how over a quarter of the population feels every morning at school. We all have the right to religious freedom and that freedom comes with a single great responsibility, the responsibility to not force your belief on others. If you neglect that responsibility then that freedom is lost not just for the minority, but for you as well.

Because right now you have the freedom to question your faith and change your mind. But if you force your faith now and make God an active part of our government, you'll lose that right forever…

John Walker – The Great Non-Issue

When the Marines in Afghanistan took custody of John Walker, they knew they had a lot more than just another POW; they had a media event. As an American fighting for the Taliban, he has become the source of not only a lot of media attention, but also controversy.

Essentially, two choruses have erupted, one calling for us to spare the young Walker and another demanding his head on a platter. One group calls him a "misguided youth," the other calls him a "traitor to the nation" and both are demanding justice.

But the solution is painfully simple; let the legal system handle it.

You see, the very point of a legal system is to create a definition of right vs. wrong for a group of people and establish punishments for offenses. Our legal system has been molded over hundreds of years to do exactly that and, while definitely flawed, is a system created by this nation to deal with questions of what is and is not a crime.

But does this mean that John Walker, a "good kid" from California, could possibly be executed for the crime of high treason? Of course. But then again thousands of "good kids" are put in prison each day and hundreds are sentenced to die each year without the world or the media lifting an eyebrow.

Could this also mean that Mr. Walker, a "murder and a traitor," could be treated as just another POW and outright released when the conflict is over? Of course. But once again, murders and rapists get set free everyday on technicalities and no one cares.

The fact is that it's easy to let the justice system go about making it's mistakes and passing judgment on countless lives when the defendants are nameless and faceless. But we all know Mr. Walker's name and we have all seen his face on the news. It now hits home, like it or not. No matter if you're "Free Walker" or "Kill Walker" the only reason you probably care is because of how high profile his case is.

So if we're going to go easy or hard on him; we need to change the law to do so. That way, we can re-apply the law to others who come later. After all, justice is blind and we are all supposed to be equal on her scales. If we make an exception for Mr. Walker and don't apply it to everyone else, then we crack the very foundation of our legal system and risk toppling our entire concept of justice.

For example, if you think we should go easy on him because "he was raised better than that" or that "he got mixed up in the wrong crowd," then every teen who does a drive-by shooting deserves to get off easy. The only thing he has to prove is that his mother told him otherwise and he just happened to fall in with the local gang.

Also, if you think we should throw a heavier book at him because he "joined an organization that is against everything America stands for," then everyone who joins an organization that doesn't like America, no matter how peaceful they are, should be convicted of a crime or have their offenses punished more sternly.

I can't think of a single reason to make an exception for John Walker that I am willing to apply to the rest of the nation. If the rules some seek to change for him were changed for all, then the entire nation would be thrown into chaos and the very reason this country came into being will be tossed out the window.

So let's kick back collectively and let the system that is in place deal with Mr. Walker. It may take a long time to get results and many people may not appreciate the outcome. But it's the system we've designed and no matter what you think about it, we have to let it do its job.

In a free a free country equal protection under the law isn't just a right, but also an obligation. And it's an obligation that we owe Mr. John Walker whether we like it or not.

Power

I've never desired followers. If anything, I've only wanted to create leaders, to imbue individuals with the power and ideas to take control of their lives, change their destinies and, perhaps, change the world.

But though my desire to create leaders seems to be wholly noble, and perhaps on some level it is, it's truly a very selfish desire. You see, I've read my history books, I've studied my sociology and I've learned about leaders and what it means to become one.

Simply put, no matter how much power and prestige a leader holds over his or her followers, to remain in power they must sway to the wishes of the masses they lead, in effect, becoming every bit the follower as those they claim to lead. Much as the shepherd must follow the flock as much as the flock must follow him, our modern leaders are led as much as they lead.

The result is that there are no leaders in this world, no champions, no power-figures, just other victims of the same group think and social chaos that has run this planet for thousands of years. Rather than becoming shapers of our world, they become lightnening rods for our collective misery and a backdrop on which we can project our feelings about things that no one can control.

The only person you can ever truly hope to lead is yourself and, even if you can achieve that, you have to watch for the pitfalls hidden within your own mind and soul. After all, no one wants to become a slave to their own needs any more than they want to be a slave to another human being. Just because the slavery is self-contained doesn't make it any less painful or destructive.

What we need to realize as a society is that a shepherd does not need a flock to fulfill his destiny, that the desire to blindly lead is just as destructive as the desire to blindly follow and that taking control of another human being is never a one-way exchange. Basic physics teaches us that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction and that's a rule that applies seamlessly to any situation where control or leadership is applied.

The incessant drive for more power and more control only leaves us more and more vulnerable. Before we know it, we find ourselves at the mercy of those we control and the quest of maintaining that level of intensity becomes an all-consuming task, destroying the lives of both the champions and the commoners.

As I said before, the ultimate power lies with the control you have over yourself. Freedom, strength, happiness, none of these things are found by being leaders in the traditional sense of the word and those that feel they need it in order to achieve inner peace are doing nothing more than filling a void in their own miserable hearts. While it's true that the dumb need to be led and the weak need to lead, the dumb never find enlightenment and the weak never find strength, that is, not unless they look within themselves.

So yes, I do want to create leaders, but not in the traditional sense of the word. I want to create leaders of the self, people who control their own lives, their own worlds and their own destinies. They're the only ones who can change the future and, even if they can't, at least they'll control their own hearts. For, as long as there's a heart out there still beating free, there's still hope, hope for change, hope for a better day and hope for a new world.

In the meantime though, we have no choice but to watch our so-called leaders get manipulated more and more while the teeming masses that worship them get more and more stupid. The futility of power is awe-inspiring and, until we change the definition, it's a futile struggle that will carry on swallowing our future whole.

Heroes & Villains

I hear it all the time on the news and on the talk shows. Where are all the heroes? Where are all of the role models? Where are the people for our sons and daughters to look up to? Where are the people that the rest of the world can strive to be like?

The answer is as plain as day, we've turned them all into villains.

You see, whenever someone reaches for more, achieves something greater or does something beyond the reach of the normal person, society no longer looks on with starry eyes, but rather, with envy and greed. Instead of figuring out how we can be like them or emulate their success, we look at them, like watching a daredevil on a tightrope, just waiting for them to fall.

This is why we stick our noses in every facet of our heroes lives, why we scrutinize their every move and why we splash their faults and mistakes across the front page of every paper in the nation. We have no interest in their success, only in their downfall because it is so much more entertaining and so much more satisfying.

After all, why should we strive for success when we can make the successful one of us into one of the poor, the miserable, the lonely? Why should anyone be special or great when the rest of us can't?

In a society that breeds conformity it's only natural that we'd struggle so hard against any form of excellence. It should come as no shock that we turn our backs on those that set the very trends we follow and that, like a bloodthirsty mob, we devour those that should be giving us cause to dream.

But equally disturbing as our society of chained eagles is our menagerie of winged snakes. Indeed, I've watched many times as society has worshipped its own slime. From iconifying serial killers to envying wealthy crime leaders, we take the very people who cause us to live in fear and give them the status of royalty, complete with titles, wealth and unbelievable recognizeability.

We worship these villains, we study them, analyze them and follow them. Since they are so destructive, their success is easier for us to deal with. Since they got there by means available to us, just by going down paths we choose not to follow, we find their success a bit more enjoyable.

We see ourselves as better than these people. We call them amoral, deranged, deviant or disturbing. But, at the same time, we deify them, make them holy figures in our pop culture and we never focus on their blemishes or embarrassments like we do with our supposed heroes.

Is it at all shocking that we're a society without heroes? That, outside of our everyday heroes we tip our hats to, that we have no one to learn from or look up to. With such an inversion of excellence and such a skewed view of achievement, is it any wonder why we live in fear and why no one rides to the rescue?

No it is not a mystery. Those that were heroes have long since fallen and those that would rise are too scared, not because of the injustices they seek to fight, but because of the people they want to fight for.

Simply put heroes and villains can only exist in a society that lets them exist. For that to take place, differences must be tolerated, excellence must be appreciated and human flaws must be accepted.

Because, in the end, the fundamental thing about heroes, and villains for that matter, is that they are human. To paint them with a broad brush is to ignore their intricacies and doom them to failure. No one can live up to perfection and the quicker we appreciate that, the quicker we can return to having heroes and role models once again.

And the quicker that happens, the quicker we can find some sense of direction in this darkened sea we call life.

Visionaries

There are those among us who are born with a gift, a gift that lets them see the world in the way few mortals ever could, in a way that eyes alone can never begin to comprehend. These people, these few but proud people, take a look at our world and see not the mass of humanity and objects that exist, but what can exist. They don't see what is, but rather, they see what could be.

That, as they say, is a power beyond belief.

Where most people take a look at a blank sheet of paper, an empty building or a human problem and offer it only passing thought, men and women blessed with the visionary touch see a world of possibilities, an infinite number of chances to create, improve and contribute.

Visionaries literally drive our world forward, they solve the problems we face, they create the products we use and they build the future for us, a future realized one dream at a time.

But for their contributions, how are these people treated? They are browbeaten, denounced as heretics even called insane. Many are cast aside by a blind society and history is littered with tales of men broken not by their visions, but the backlash to them.

However, just because one person can see something another cannot, does not make him insane. Reality is not still nor stiff, but flexible and constantly changing, shifting with every thought and every action. Visionaries realize that and build upon it, bending reality to meet their dreams, in the process shaping our world in ways that we can't even imagine.

But these people, who come from all races, all religions and all backgrounds, do more than just change our universe, they change our hearts and our destinies. In the same way they build monuments and great works of art, they build hope, they build pride and they build life.

Without visionaries, life itself would stagnate and stagnation always means death. We are a species kept alive solely by our own inertia and without the visionaries to push us, steer us and guide us, we would fall by the wayside the same as countless species before us.

Now I don't claim to be a visionary, though I do have my own visions, that is a judgment for the history books and the world at large to reach. However, I do consider myself a supporter of visionaries and their dreams. Be it an artistic, scholastic or something more tangible, I support the dreams of others, lending a hand whenever I can.

Because, even if I can't share the vision, I know how important it is, if not to the world, than to the person holding it. With that in mind, if I can help in some small way, I share the dream and it's by sharing the dreams that the world changes and twists.

After all, no visionary has changed the world alone. He/She has always had those that have shared the vision and that's why, as important as being a visionary is, it's equally important to share and support the dreams of others.

After all, the support is what separates us from a society of achievers and creators from a society of idle dreamers.

And the latter, of course, is a society no true visionary would ever want to live in.

The Written Word

What is it about the written word that draws us to it? What is it that makes so many of us, myself included, dedicate our entire lives to understanding it, to honing it, to refining it like never before. Why is it that, no matter how hard we try, there's just something magical about seeing things in black and white that we can never capture when just talking or even watching.

Simply put, there's just something in the permanence of the medium, something special about being able to hold the words in your hand, to touch them, to feel them, to see them and to be able to preserve them for all time that gives it an added boost, even if just a moral one. That's why we, as a society, separate libel, defaming someone in writing, from slander, doing so orally. It's that inherent "added value" that ones words get when they're put down for all eternity, a value we all understand, even if just subconsciously.

But even then we seem to fail our precious words. So many of us either can't read or simply don't use the knowledge they have, letting the written word and all of its understood power just go to waste. It's heartbreaking to me to see many people, intelligent people, scared to even pick up something as simple as a newspaper or a magazine. We have a whole society of people, too timid or too lazy to visit their library or even the vast volumes of literature on the Internet, instead favoring television, radio and other, more digestible means of entertainment.

Though the spoken word and the visual mediums are powerful in their own right, to let the written word fall by the wayside is a tragedy of the highest order. Without it, we'd have no history, without it, we'd have no unified language and, without it, we'd be hard-pressed to carry on anything like a normal life.

But more than that, the written word opens so many doors. The volumes of literature and knowledge never before converted to visual or audible media lay dormant, waiting to fill the minds of those with the heart and patience to seek it. Volumes of research is waiting for you, encyclopedias of knowledge are at your fingertips and millions upon millions of stories are waiting to be read. They're laying there, waiting for you, challenging you to read them.

And that, my friends, is why so many have shunned the written word. It is the medium of communication that challenges the receiver the most, challenges him or her to take the time to read the words, interpret their meaning, form images within their mind and draw understanding from the simple page. That, in turn, is the hidden beauty of the written word, from mere marks on a page images can be created, characters can be born and new worlds can be given life.

That's why I've never seen myself as a writer as much as I have seen myself as a painter or a creator. With words as my medium, I strive to create images, define characters, convey emotions and tell stories. As any writer will tell you, this process is more than simply placing words on a page the same as creating a work of art is more than flinging paint at a canvas.

This is why we must open ourselves to the importance of the written word, not for myself or for our children, but for the countless men and women that have come before us, meticulously creating words and ideas that were designed to leap off of the page and into our minds. The worlds they have to show us, the things they can tell us about ourselves and the projections they have on the world around us are too valuable to let slide. For them we must thrust books into the hands of children, for them we must pick up our newspapers and magazines and for them we must balance our entertainment, let ourselves be challenged and open ourselves to new ideas.

Because, in doing this for them, the artists of the written medium, we open ourselves up to so many things one can not comprehend. A universe, more vast than all of the galaxies in ours, lies sandwiched between dusty volumes of books. If we that world free, the possibilities for our own are literally limitless.

And that, my friends, is what draws me to the written word. More than the permanence, more than the tangibility and accessibility I crave to discover the lost magic, the magic of creating images from words, ideas from sentences and making something where there once was nothing. I don't know if I'm there yet, but I know I must keep trying until the ideas and characters I pen are just as alive as you and I today. Because in contributing to that dust-covered universe I hope to someday contribute to the one we live in now.

After all, it's my hope that man will eventually answer the challenge of the written word. A hope that I fear will never come to pass…

Mortality

As human beings, we're born with two pieces of knowledge that no other animal on the planet possesses, that we are going to die at some point and that our lives are supposed to fill some kind of higher purpose.

Where other species go about their lives following little more than their instincts and their emotions, we, the so-called civilized beings, spend our time in a race against our own mortality while striving to find some higher purpose or greater meaning in our existences. We are not content on merely surviving, we need to thrive, to be more, to do more, to create more and to leave behind more than anything else on the planet.

To validate this, we create things. We create order, we make laws, we invent ideas like money and we try to establish things like culture that somehow express this hidden knowledge, this uneasy understanding, of our own mortality and our place in the universe. After all, isn't everything we do outside of the fundamentals of survival just a means of covering up our own mortality and our pathetic existence. Be it entertainment to help us forget or creation to make it less poisonous, everything we do, in one way or another is designed to put at ease the curse we carry from day one. That foul knowledge we don't like to speak of.

Yes, death is imminent. Yes, life is supposed to mean something. But are we truly better off knowing that? Does it really help us to live from day to day with the knowledge that it could all come to an end in a blink of the eye and that our entire existence might have fallen painfully short of its intended goal? Granted, monkeys don't build wonderful societies, but they don't have psychiatrists either. Dogs may not have perfect lives but at least they aren't forced to wrestle endlessly with the futility of their own existence, they live, they eat, they find happiness in simple things and they die peacefully. It may not be a perfect life, but in many ways it's better than any life we could hope for.

But since we obviously can't go back to living like animals, the genie once let free will never go back in the bottle, we need to realize that everything we've achieved our societies, our cultures, our systems, our ideals and even our way of life is nothing more than an expression of our simple, morbid knowledge. Between fighting off boredom, trying to feel productive and working to become more civilized, almost none of man's achievements are due to anything but our endless need to fight what makes us so special.

That's why I don't fear my mortality; I embrace it. With open eyes I can be productive, fill the time I have on this planet doing the things I want without tricking myself into believing it's something we all know it's not. Because the truth is there, inside all of us, and it will either see the light of day or rot in the pit of our stomachs, eating us like a cancer from the inside out. I will not let that happen to me.

My mortality and my understanding thereof is what makes me special and it's also what makes my time so special. A second spent is a second never to be reclaimed. A deer might not understand that, but I do and I intend to use every second to my time the best way I can, furthering my own happiness and the happiness of those around me.

You see, the one lesson I know we can learn from the animals is that happiness is the highest state of existence and being able to find joy in the smallest of things is the secret to leading the fullest life possible. If everyone did that, then our mortality wouldn't matter and our morbid knowledge wouldn't be so damnably morbid. We'd all be able to open our eyes to the truth and see it as it is, without batting an eyelash or wincing in fear.

That's a truly great world, a world with the best of mankind and the greatest of animal kind. It's a peaceful, happy world that I hope I get to live in someday. But if not, I hope I find it within myself, after all, given the world around me, I think that it's my only hope…

Measure of Life

Sometimes in life we find ourselves so busy with our day-to-day existences that we, as people, forget what the larger picture is really about. We get so enwrapped in getting by and surviving that we forget the reasons we fight so hard to stay alive and we lose sight of the things, the countless, wondrous things, that make life on this planet more than just tolerable, but enjoyable.

You see, the joys of life don't lie in work, in money, or even the pursuit of knowledge, but in the reasons we invest so heavily in those things. All of the skills we have, all of the knowledge we hold and all of the tools we can use are meaningless unless we can use them to make ourselves more happy or make the world around us a better place. If we're not doing that, then we're not living. Instead, we're dying, or rather, just waiting for death to come and put us out of our misery.

I've never looked a man's wealth or a man's mind to determine how he's spent his life, I've looked at his smile. I've looked smiling idiots in the face and wondered, endlessly wondered, what he can teach me, what his secret to life is. For all of my knowledge, for all of my work, I've learned nothing about happiness. I've read hundreds of books, torn through thousands of articles and studied the things we intellects study only to find all of these things bereft of any mention of the word "happiness."

No one, not scholars sitting in their ivory towers or CEOs in their posh offices, can teach you a thing about happiness you can't find within yourself. The true measures of life, the joys we feel and the things we achieve, cannot be learned from anyone or anything. Rather, they come from studying yourself. They come from picking through the rubble of a heartbreak, they come from learning your own skills and abilities, but, most importantly, they come from searching your heart, digging deep within yourself and finding the strength to overcome your obstacles, big and small, and finding the will to be come something greater than the sum of your parts.

Any one can point to a pile of money, any one can spout tomes of knowledge and any one can do the grind just to get by, but only a select few, a rare, beautiful few, have what it takes to search themselves, stare at themselves in the mirror and truly like what they see. Life isn't measured in the mind, the wallet or the back, but in the heart. It's measured in love for oneself, for others and for one's principles. It's measured in the guts to stand up for what one believes, the willingness to take the chance and reach beyond what mortals are supposed to achieve and the strength to challenge one's own demons and slay them all one by one.

Life is truly a beautiful thing, but only if start measuring it the way it was meant to be. If you let society, if you let your family and if you let the world tell you what your goals should be, how you'll be the happiest, then life, the greatest thing you have, will be meaningless, just an existence between birth and death of no value to any one or anything.

That is a fate I will not stand for nor a destiny I will ever beat a path toward. My life is my own and yours is your own. You should live it as such and not let the measuring stick of others be your guide. Others may have more money than you, others may be smarter than you, but, if you control your destiny, follow your dreams and open your heart, no one will ever be happier than you.

Because, even as the money others have saved is spent and the knowledge of the wisest men is turned to dust in the winds of change, the joys you had, the joys you brought others and the joys you left behind will still be thriving strong, echoing, for all time in the universe that surrounds.

If you measure your life accordingly, you'll see what I mean. If you don't, well, all I can do is pity you before I go about my life, which I'm going to continue living the way it was meant to be lead. My way.

Confidence

The mind is a weapon. Like any weapon known to man, with great skill, training and preparation it can be a formidable tool of attack or defense, an invaluable ally in times of conflict. However, also like any other weapon, the mind can be used against its holder and instead of becoming a tool of defense and protection, it becomes a tool of self-destruction and self-devastation.

No one wants to be their own worst enemy, no one wants to struggle within for the strength to do even the smallest tasks. However, every day millions of people wake up to that exact grim prospect and have to overcome the struggle within before they can even think about dealing with the struggles outside their own mind. It's sad, but it's also very true.

You see, a lot people seem so content on beating themselves down that they focus on nothing but their deficiencies, their inadequacies and their inabilities. Rather than taking a look at what they do well and mustering together the tools needed to conquer life's little battles, they seem determined to crucify themselves battling within their own mind, literally rotting within the confines of their own skulls before keeling over not to the forces that truly plague them, but their own inability to focus their energy on the problems they have and the mistakes they've made.

The mind is an incredibly powerful tool, thoughts, whether we admit it or not, do change the world around, prophesies are always self-fulfilling and thoughts we have and the images we keep define who we are and what we are able to do. If you think you are nothing and no one, you will always be right. Even though there is never a guarantee of success in life, I can certainly guarantee failure and that's exactly what you'll meet if you can't stop turning your most powerful weapon against yourself.

That's why the greatest challenge we face is not to overcome impossible odds, to climb mountains of outrageous misfortune or fight off the hordes of hell, but to realize, deep down, that we are all unique people with many talents and assets. Imperfect we may be, but we all have something to offer, skills that are useful and the chance to make the most of all of them.

However, none of us have a chance in Hell of doing that if all we focus on and dwell upon is what isn't there. We've all made mistakes, we've all done dumb things and we've all had hurtful things said to us, but none of that matters. None of that changes who we each are and what we all bring to the table of life. We all have a duty, an obligation to take what we do bring and make the most of it in the short time we have on earth and we're never going to accomplish that if we don't stop turning our minds against ourselves.

There are simply too many battles out there, too many demons to be killed, too many problems to be solved and too many injustices to be righted for us to waste precious energy beating ourselves down. The world doesn't need martyrs; it needs heroes and if you aren't ready to stop fighting yourself and step up, then get the Hell out of the way. Whatever petty qualms you have with yourself and flaws you have don't justify wallowing in your own self-pity, not when there's so much to be done.

So don't think of this rant as a philosophical debate or a discussion about an idle issue, view it as a challenge, a challenge to see yourself in a new light, to step up and join the ranks of people who are ready to focus their energies on doing something productive, make something of their lives and make a difference in the world.

If you're not ready to meet that challenge, like I said before, step aside and watch as those of us who've learned to control our self-doubt push onward and upward to new heights, heights you'll never be able to dream of because too much of your energy is spent between beating yourself down.

But if you are ready to meet that challenge, to get your confidence, to see yourself as the person you can be, then I welcome you to step up and join the push. The world needs more people like you and, personally, I'm waiting for more people like yourself to find your way to my side.

After all, I spent far too much time battling my own demons to befriend those who either can't or won't move on from theirs. Because, even though I don't know where my struggles lie, I know they don't lie in fighting other people's battles for them. My energies will be focused elsewhere and I encourage you to do the same.

Trust me, you'll be much happier and much stronger that way. If you achieve it, you'll see what I mean…

Freedom

We all claim to love freedom. When carried on the lips of the patriotic, the democratic and the lovers of liberty, freedom is the greatest thing on the planet. It is the alpha and the omega of the human existence and pinnacle of human achievement. To many, it's the only thing worth fighting and dying for and to countless others living without it, it's the only thing worth hoping for.

But how quickly we forget the true definition of freedom. We so easily write off the definition of freedom, as to be free or to live in a free country and to being able to do whatever we want whenever we want to. While on the surface that may seem to capture the very essence of freedom, it's a very shallow, self-centered and delusional definition that does more to cripple the notion of freedom than it does to explain or materialize the notion.

Freedom cannot be measured simply by one person's ability to do as they please without fear of reprisal, rather it must be measured by everyone's ability to do as such. Freedom means more than you obtaining permission to do what you will, it means obtaining permission for others to do as they please and it means supporting others rights to do what they will with their minds, their bodies and their words, even if it makes you uncomfortable, so long as it truly harms no other.

Because if all a man wants to do is fish and sleep, he'll find himself living "free" in almost any country of the world. Even though others around him may be getting beaten for reading certain books or holding certain ideals, he himself is as free as any of us would care to be. But that does nothing to justify what is going on around him and even though he might not realize it nor care to think about it, the world he lives in is just as controlled and manipulated as human cruelty will allow. After all, Hitler, Stalin, Mussolini and even Pol Pot called their countries "free" and from their perspectives they were right, it was just the rest of the populace that had a problem.

That's why, if we're going to live in a free country, we have to stand up for our those who disagree with us once in a while and accept those with different lifestyles and attitudes from us. Despite what others say, freedom is not about one side, even the majority, telling the other what they can and cannot do, but it is about people of all varieties being big enough and confident enough to look at those that they disagree with and allow them to be as they are and do what they will even though they might have the power to crush it.

Because that's the true responsibility we have to maintain freedom, not to be ready to fight and die for it (though it is definitely called for at times), but to be ready to allow it to flourish, even when it isn't easy. Because if we allow ourselves to shut down one freedom on the basis of mere discomfort, we soon find ourselves crushing ten and then a hundred. Over time we find ourselves persecuting one group, then another and then another and after we've whittled away at the rights we hold dear, we find ourselves wondering where our freedom went.

Much like a sculptor who never stopped chiseling at a block of granite, we find ourselves standing over not a beautiful piece of art but a pile of useless gravel that means nothing save to be a sore reminder of what once was and never will be again.

If we as a society are to avoid this fate, we need to realize now that the greatest struggle for freedom takes place inside each and every one of us and, with that in mind, change our definition and open our minds to the world around us. Because in a society where one man, who has done no injustice, isn't free, no one is truly free. And if that happens, the rest of the populace is just waiting until the day the rights they enjoy become mere memories and the freedoms they once defended are nothing but a lesson in a history book.

The Artist's Dilemma

Everyone seems to wonder why artists of all types always seem to be a little bit out there, a little bit crazy or a little bit beyond the fringe of society. Artists, writers and musicians have a long track record of mental disease, drug/alcohol abuse and other self-destructive behavior. No matter how magnificent or profound their works seem to be, artists themselves seemed to be doomed to lives of misery, insanity and slow destruction.

But why is this? Why is it that the creative souls of our planet, the very people who carry forth the message of humanity, the bearers of ultimate truth, always seem trapped and tormented by forces within themselves. Why is it that they seem to suffer the most of all?

The reason is all-too simple. Artists have always seen the world in a different way from the rest of humanity. Rather than limit themselves to a simple notion of truth, artists, by their very nature, have to open themselves up and see the world as it truly is, including all of the misery, hatred and hypocrisy that the modern world seems to need in order to survive.

It's enough to drive anyone to the brink of madness and that's why, from day one, we're trained by both parents and schools to narrow our focus and see the world in black and white, without the complexities and overlapping ideals that surround us everywhere we go. Though it may be a very simple way of seeing the universe, it's probably for our own good. After all, history has shown, often in graphic detail, what happens to those who venture to expose themselves to the world as it truly is.

But while taking in the whole truth may be like staring at Zeus' natural self, a sort of suicide by knowledge, it's something that artists of all varieties have done for thousands of years and continue to do today. I myself face this dilemma today, torn between preserving my sanity and my happiness and opening myself to the world around me.

My only hope, perhaps my only prayer, is to strike some kind of balance between the two forces and discover a way to see what is profound, to see what is true and still avoid destroying myself, literally eating myself alive.

Now I don't claim to be a perfect human being, nor do I claim to have an answer to this dilemma, but I know deep down that if I don't find a solution, at least one that works for myself. I'm doomed either to a life of mediocrity, or to a life of misery and when I'm confronted with a decision like that, I begin to understand the artists and writers who have fallen before me. I can see why they chose to eat themselves alive with drugs and depression. It was their only choice.

After all, their only other option was to stand by and let the world do it for them. It's quite possible a lot of artists, much like falling on their swords, decided to die by their own hand rather than letting themselves fall into the arms of an impossibly cruel enemy. An enemy that the artists, through their vision, know all too well…

Scapegoats

Many years ago, on the day of atonement, towns would hold ceremonies in which they would place all of their sins into a single goat and then cast it out in the desert, presumably to die of thirst or starvation, in order to purge themselves of their own misdeeds and guilt. While the whole town celebrated being lifted of the burden of sin, one poor goat, which was chosen because he was "without blemish," was forced to die a slow, miserable death in the hot desert just beyond the town's borders.

However, in these modern times, we'd like to think that we've grown beyond that barbaric act, that in the development of our modern culture we've rid ourselves of the need to do something so cruel, so foolish and so useless. But there's a reason that the word "scapegoat" has lingered in our modern vocabulary, dangling over our sense of justice like a storm cloud on a green pasture. Even today we cast our proverbial goats out of the city walls and leave them today just so we can walk away from the ordeal feeling better about ourselves and our own tainted human nature.

Because in this day of television and Internet, we are forever confronted by the vices and grievances of the human animal. While we are probably no more a cruel species than we were hundreds of years ago, it's only now that nearly every element of our dark human nature is thrown squarely in our faces, plastered all over the front page of your daily paper and strewn across images on your television.

But even though our eyes are constantly confronted with the truth about human beings and the way they really work, our minds rarely meet the challenge. It's not enough to realize that human beings are sometimes evil creatures who do bad things for no good reason whatsoever, we must seek out a cause, an invisible enemy, something to pin the fault of our own humanity on.

Indeed, the only thing that's changed since those times hundreds and thousands of years ago is that our targets are no longer animal. While we may no longer cast goats from our city walls, we cast our blame on the media, the government and anything else that we can safely take our frustrations out on. Like a prisoner punching at the walls we seek to destroy the symptoms of our incarceration, not cure the causes.

Yet here we are, as a society, unable to confront our own damnable nature and attacking our own freedoms, our own ideals just to prevent us from looking within ourselves and seeing this world, this messed up, screwed up world, for what it is. We don't live in a world invented by the media, by marketers or by the evils of the corporate elite, we live in a world made up of billions of imperfect beings, unable to look at their own faults for even a second and admit that their human nature is not ideal and their innocence is not perfect.

If you think we live in a violent society, then you need to realize we all have blood on our hands. While murderers may be scoundrels who act on their own accord, we have to realize that the morals and values we hold as a society have an impact and play a major role in determining the types of citizens we breed. At best, video games and action movies are just a mirror of what we project, an example of marketers giving us exactly what we want and pushing things exactly as far as we'll let them go.

Scapegoating, in all its forms, does nothing but dilute the truth. Be it the slow murder of an innocent animal or the blaming of an abstract concept, all you can achieve by blaming something undeservingly is diverting attention from the cold truth and the more time we spend storming castle doors and torching witch's houses, the further and further we get away from addressing the real problems, the problems that lie inside each and everyone one of us.

But even though these are problems that may never be solved, until we confront them without merely passing the blame, we're never going to have the faintest clue as to what we can do about them…

The Lie of Love

It's on the lips of the heartbroken and downtrodden, it's in the poetry of the cheated-on and the abandoned and it's in the hearts of the abused an trampled, those four little words, "Love is a lie!"

But love is not a lie, nor is it a trap to make you weep or a game played by fools and other over-emotional buffoons. Love is as real as the air we breathe, the earth we walk on and the water we drink. It's there, always lurking, often hiding but always around and waiting to strike.

The lie of love isn't that it doesn't exist but rather the fairy tale the world has made it out to be. Every story that ends in "happily ever after" has had but one moral, that all you need is love and if you have that, everything in the world will be perfect.

Nothing could be further from the truth.

While love is important and a beautiful thing, it is just one of many factors in determining how happy one truly is. There are millions of people who are passionately enthralled in perfect love, but are still completely miserable. At the same time, there are just as many people who have never even approached the idea of love, but are leading happy and content lives.

Love is no key to happiness, nor is it the grand answer or mighty pinnacle of existence. It's just another factor and like having lots of money, a great job or unimaginable success, it does nothing to guarantee happiness. If the cliché "money can't by happiness" is to be believed, so must the mantra of "love doesn't guarantee joy."

But that doesn't change the fact that from the day we're born until the day we die, we're told what love and happiness means. Every romance story in print and on the screen bombards us with images that make it clear beyond a shadow of a doubt that with love, happiness ensues and without it, there's nothing but misery and bitterness.

The truth is bitter, this I know, but this lie cannot be tolerated any longer. It has done more to drive the masses to the brink of insanity than anything. With so many running around in a misguided quest for love, seeing it as some holy grail of happiness, they're only set up for more pain, more anguish and many walk away with the words "love is a lie" streaming from their lips.

Let the truth be known from this day forth that yes, love is great, love is beautiful and love is wonderful, but real happiness comes from within and love is no magic cure for all the ailments of the heart. Happiness, like the other mysteries of life, is little more than a jigsaw puzzle that must be assembled within each of us. There are no easy answers, quick fixes or cheap tricks to get us to the end goal and each of us must look for the real answers, not in the lie of love, but within ourselves, our actions and our goals.

Take it from me dear reader, take it from me all, the key to the future, your future, is in your hands and no one can unlock it for you. Love is not a key to unlock an enchanted door, but a tool to build your own happiness and your own better existence.

Because if there's one thing I've learned during my time on this planet, it's that none of life's mysteries are easy and the minute you rely on someone or something else to provide the answers for you, you've taken the first step to leading yourself astray and possibly to your own destruction.

A destruction that eats you literally from the inside out..

In-Between World

They say that man is a creature of two worlds, the world of the living and the world of the dreaming. In the world of the living, we are all simply people, people roaming the planet doing jobs, paying bills and living our lives. In the world of dreams, we are all writers and musicians who create art, write masterful stories of fantasy and though we may be victims of nightmares at times, we are still able to express ourselves and enjoy ourselves with a kind of child-like freedom never to be found in the waking.

But while these two words are great, each in their own right, neither is the greatest of all. For while reality finds it's beauty in practical things and dreams in unabashed freedom there is a third word, an in-between world if you will, that has found a way to master the beauty of both.

This in-between world exists neither in sleeping nor waking but in the giant chasm between the two worlds. As we humans drift aimlessly through the night we are caught, even if only briefly, in this wonderful space. It's the only place where the two worlds touch, the only place where you can talk your problems over with a unicorn, practice your dance moves with a dragon or discuss how your friends treat you with a Cyclops.

It's the only place where ideas flow as free as water, where the limit to the answers one can grasp is limited only by the reaches of one's imagination and it's the only place where man is still sober enough to remember his problems, but still drunk enough off of the wine of dreams to answer them with super-human creativity.

It is truly the most perfect place imaginable. But it is never a place you can go to. Because unlike dreams or reality, it is not a destination, but rather a corridor. We are nothing but passengers through this strange land. All we can do is look out the windows of our carriage and watch as the two words collide and their fringes mingle to become a patchwork quilt made up of the fibers of both our worlds.

That is why we never spend more than a few precious moments here, a few moments as we go from awake to asleep at night and back again in the morning. If we as mortals set foot in this land, we would taint it like we have our others. This land is pure and pristine still and any nightmares or troubles occurring here are reflections we bring with us from our trips beyond, not a problem with the land itself.

So as I fall asleep tonight, I fall asleep neither for the comfort of dreaming or the thrill of awaking the next morning, but rather for the few precious moments in between. I know that without those moments the ideas I cherish and the creativity I so need would never be mine.

Much like the air we breathe or wood to a fire, these few precious moments are what fuel me and propel me forward. Without them I would stall and die, but with too many of them I would rocket into oblivion, pushed far beyond the edges of insanity, and never be heard from again.

That is a risk I will never take my friends, not in a thousand years of questioning nor a million years of answering. So no matter how much I love my trip through this place. I could never slow my trip through it; to do so would be fatal. Fatal to my mind, fatal to my body and fatal to my soul.

Because you and I dear reader are mortals, and this world was not made for us. It is our corridor, our passageway and nothing more. If you respect that it will yield you many great things. If you don't, it may kill you.

It's really that simple my friends.

Life

I have a news headline for you: We're all dead.

That's right officially, as of today, we are all deceased. In fact, truth be told we were dead yesterday, we were just as dead the day before and even before we were born, we were nothing more than a walking corpse, roaming the earth living on borrowed time and waiting for the day in which we finally stop breathing.

The funny thing is, as human beings we know this. From the day we're born we're raised with the knowledge that someday, somewhere we're going to die and that our time on this rock is simply borrowed. Whether we admit it or not, we all know that death is inevitable and we live our lives, every single day, knowing that it could easily be our last.

But this knowledge doesn't change a thing. Like bums dealing with a banker we seek to extend our loans and give ourselves just a little more time to carry on before death comes to collect us. Some of us choose to seek out good health, hoping that by eating right and exercising we can add a few paltry years to our existence. Big deal I say, you take a few years away from eternity and you're still left with eternity. You're going to be dead forever, what difference does five years make in the face of that?

Others of us try a different approach; they seek immortality through art, through literature and through helping others. They hope to live on in the minds and hearts of future generations and perhaps achieve some measure of immortality through their message and their actions. But even if these people create something so profound or something so incredible that it is passed from generation to generation flawlessly and completely, what happens when the inevitable day comes and all of the humans are gone and no one is left to carry the word any further.

Eternity remains, but the originator does not.

That's why life seems to be such a bitter and hopeless proposition for many. It's an existence, doomed from day one to fail and fall short of the Holy Grail known as immortality. We all will die, all of the banners we carry will some day fall to the earth and someday soon enough every last trace of who we were and what we did will be ground into dust.

To those who dwell on this, life truly is a miserable experience and I have great pity for those poor fools.

But they missed the point, when you go to the bank for a loan, you don't intend to make it last forever, you intend to use it. You know the house you buy will not last forever and that the car you want to purchase won't be around in a hundred years but you buy it anyway, you buy it happily and without regret. All you can do is make the most of your loan and then hope that what you do with it outlasts the money you spent.

Because while there's much to be said for extending our lives and it's extremely noble to seek to create something larger than ourselves, at some point you have to drop back from this foolish question and just enjoy what you have. It doesn't matter we're dead, we have the chance to be alive, let death collect me later, but give me the chance to do what I want in the here and now.

Because should my life amount to nothing more than a blip on the radar screen or a blink in the eye of eternity, then let it be said I lived it to it's fullest. I know that my life will eventually crumble into nothingness and while I would love to live on past my death in the minds and hearts of others, at some point, I have to remember to live. I have to remember that my time is extremely limited and that if I spend every waking moment dwelling on what I can never achieve I'm going to die all the same and be no wiser for the experience.

So with that my friends, lets all put down our pens and brushes for a moment and enjoy the fact that we have some borrowed time to work with. I assure you, we can change the world tomorrow because it will still be here the same as it will the next and the day after that.

Besides, if it's not, there's not much we can do to change it then anyway.

Happiness

For many of us, when we find happiness, we are quick to learn that in society there is a hierarchy of happiness, an arbitrary order that places some forms of self-fulfillment as being greater than others. Where the world calls one kind of happiness "real" or "perfect" it calls another "hollow" or "empty" as if to say that a person riding high on one type of wave is not as truly happy as the man standing next to him, riding a separate, but higher, one.

One might even say that society uses this very hierarchy to prevent people from doing what it considers wrong. It places achievement ahead of drugs calling it more "real" and it places love ahead of the Internet calling it more "profound." Even though two people sitting in a room might be just as happy and just as content with life, one is somehow better off than the other; one is smiling for "real" and "true" reasons even though the joy they feel is just tangible and just as real to both of them.

As one of those people only satisfied by the "higher" forms of happiness, I would like to believe in this hierarchy. But even I have to wonder if perhaps I've been played as the patsy. Perhaps, due to the way I was raised or due to my own human nature, I am incapable of enjoying the most easily traveled paths to happiness, perhaps I missed the boat and I'm forever doomed to work twice as heard for the same amount of joy as the person next to me.

Perhaps, but somehow I doubt it.

Because one thing that I've learned about happiness is that like any other emotion it isn't permanent. At some point it's going to leave, at some point you're going to feel pain and at some point you're going to look back on those better times, back when your life was good and you were at peace with the world. When looking back on better times, everyone hopes and prays that those days will return soon. Some, those who earned their happiness and worked for it, look back and smile, enjoying the memories of the times gone by. No matter how much they long for those days, they're comforted by the memories and cherish them like gold.

But those who chose the easy way, look back on these memories and cry. They cry because it becomes obvious what addictions and egos are when it comes to happiness. They are not hollow forms of the real thing, they are not less-tangible or less-perfect stand-ins for true contentment, but rather, they are deceptions. It's happiness that isn't even there, just a means by which the mind tricks itself into thinking otherwise and whenever the pill has worn off, the lust-object is gone, the ego is smashed or whatever mirage that was used is faded, the mind can see clearly again and it sees the trickery for what it was, just a scam.

But the mind invariably wants more, more happiness, even if it means trickery and deception. Denial is a powerful force, but it's also easily shattered by the winds of change and those seeking true fulfillment, those seeking a more complete happiness, a more real feeling of contentment, do not fear it, for it can not hurt them. They'll at least have their memories to enjoy, unlike the guy behind them in line.

So my friends, perhaps I am a dupe, perhaps I am the idiot and perhaps I'm stuck doing things the hard way for all eternity. But even though my victories may be smaller, even though they may be fewer and even though they may be less impressive, they will always be cherished. I'll look back upon my life and see mountains and valleys, highs and lows, good times and bad, but even though my life may be checkered with dark times, at least I'll know none of my good times were mirages.

Because when you remove the mirages from the easy path, much like removing the white squares from a chessboard, you're left with nothing but a sea of black staring at you, an ocean of pain that can no longer be hidden and a life of unfulfilled potential.

That is not the life I want to lead and I will not let myself fall into it, no matter how easy the path may be…

Love Hurts

When whoever uttered the words, "We always hurt the ones we love," spoke that truism, they probably had no idea exactly how right they were and continue to be.

For hearts are fragile things, weak and soft they're easily broken, smashed and crushed. That's why most of us don't wear our hearts on our sleeves, and guard this intimate part of ourselves with great zeal.

That makes it very difficult to hurt the man on the street. You really have to go out of your way to break through that exterior shell and get to what really hurts. It's not easy, but it can be done.

But with someone you love, and someone who loves you, that shell isn't there. That wonderful protective barrier that we all throw up against the world is nonexistent and in the beauty of love we trust our dearest not to crush our delicate emotions or break our fragile hearts.

But even when the love is true and genuine, accidents happen. With a proverbial flick of the wrist or a prod of the finger, an exposed heart can fall to pieces. We don't mean to, we don't try to, but when handling something as delicate as trust, the slightest fumble can open the floodgate of tears.

In response to this, many bury their hearts deep within, never to let anyone come close regardless of how worthy. While they lead protected, comfortable lives, they hide themselves from love and all it has to offer. It's an understandable act when you account for the pain, but it does nothing to fulfill, create, or inspire.

However others refuse to run from the pain. They glue the shattered pieces of their heart back together and move on, forgiving when appropriate, forgetting when necessary. Sometimes a broken heart can mean a goodbye, sometimes it's just a new beginning, but for these people, it's never the end, just another obstacle to overcome.

So while the adage of "love hurts" is a truism. I hope I never get so scared that I run away. For all of the pain and anguish love has brought me throughout my life, it has also brought me the greatest rewards. It's one of the few things in life in which you truly get out of it, what you put into it.

When it comes to matters of the heart, the patient and brave shall inherit the earth. I have been very patient my friends, I just hope now I am brave enough to carry on. Carry on into the future; carry on forever, seeing past the bad to enjoy the good, moving past the heartbreaks to cherish the heart-swells.

That alone is my goal now, that alone is my goal forever.

Questions

Questions will always be more powerful than statements. Questions will always linger longer than declarations. But most importantly, questions will always change the world long after their answers have been forgotten.

Because a questions, a good one at least, does more than say "Here I am" and take a seat in oblivion. A question is a challenge, it demands to be answered, it begs to be dealt with and it commands the attention that only a threat to the status quo can deliver.

It doesn't matter if the question is "Why must life be this way?" or "What is the capital of Colombia?" a question challenges the recipient to answer it, it challenges someone to think.

In the best case, the question is answered satisfactorily and forgotten. It then becomes a whole statement, just like any other and takes it's place in the rows of facts in the mind where it is destined to be forgotten or at least unused.

Other questions aren't so easily answered not because we don't know the truth, but because we don't like it. These questions are usually silences before they are spoken for they draw attention to the unpleasant and force everyone to think about what they have forcibly pushed aside. There are many words for asking these types of questions, none of which are pleasant, but the truth is that every great leader, big and small, has had the guts to ask them and challenge the world below.

But still more questions have no answers at all. These questions are the ones that linger. With these questions, the challenge goes out, but is never answered. Like spotlights, these questions highlight what we do not know and often times what we will never know. They accent our limitations as people and as human beings. Because when we realize we don't know the answer or, worse yet, that there is no right answer, we realize what it means to be mortal, to not know everything, to have limitations.

But despite all of this, we have to ask questions, we have to challenge the world to think for it is the only way to grow. As a species, it is our mind that sets us apart and if we do not constantly expand our knowledge by challenging the envelope, then we are no greater than the countless species we have the courage to call inferior.

So my challenge to you, my question for you dear reader is to question everything. Ask the hard questions, ask the ones that people shy away from, ask the ones people dare not think about or would never ponder willingly. Because while expanding the envelope will always bring about a little pain, anything worth doing, anything worth saying, will always hurt someone. But that doesn't mean it would be best left unspoken…

The Dreamers

The quickest road to mediocrity is to quit dreaming. Because the moment you stop dreaming is the moment you stop reaching for something more, the moment you stop growing and the moment you stop excelling.

A dream, as passive as it is, represents a desire, a fundamental wish to grow and to be more than one is. As long as the dream is there, the eternal flame is still lit and could erupt into a fiery inferno at any moment.

But without it, there is nothing. Just an existence from day to day that's as meaningless as a blank piece of paper. Sure you can be a contributing member of society, a good person and even a success in business without a dream, but what's the point?

Because dreams are not something to achieve, but something to live for. That's why they evolve and change to keep the true dreamer reaching, stretching and climbing for more. Like a mountain that grows taller near the peak, a dream must never outgrow the dreamer, but rather keep pace with him.

In turn, a dreamer must be someone who is always willing to meet that challenge, someone who is never frustrated by the constantly extending finish line or having the carrot pushed farther from his reach. The dreamer is someone interested only in the trip and not the goal and doesn't care when, or if, the road ends.

Because while it may seem to be a frustrating lifestyle, for someone with the right mindset, it's infinitely rewarding. And when everything is said and done, the dreamer can look back at how far he's come and smile knowing he's done more, seen more and lived more than those who let go of their dreams so long before…

Father Time

Time never stops, it never slows down, it never takes a breath. Life goes on. Just because we're fond of sayings like "The day the earth stood still" or "Time froze for a second" doesn't mean they're true.

Just ask a doctor in a emergency room. The sick and wounded come in every hour of every day, 365 days a year. There is no holiday for their field, there is no break and there is no respite, for their field is the field of preserving life, the measuring stick of time, and life, as they quickly discover, is always happening. Always.

Through all of the big events of our lives, father time has stood there watching, doing what he does best, counting the minutes and seconds off as he always has. Through births and deaths, tragedies and triumphs and everything in between he's been there, watching, counting.

He won't slow down for us, nor anyone else. He doesn't care about the plight of mortals. He's just an impersonal force, personified solely for our comfort, constantly pushing the universe forward, spinning the planets and making everything work.

But yet we try to stop time. We hide its effects. We bury the lessons it teaches us and do everything we can to forget its existence and hold on to the precious moments it gives us. Invariably, we fail. Like a fool wielding a book of arcane magic we try to wield powers we know nothing about, could never hope to attain or even think about reaching. To him, we're merely mice clawing at the wall of our cage, trying futilely to break down barriers we don't even understand.

But it's probably a good thing that we fail so pathetically. Who knows what would happen if the clock ever did stop? Who knows what effect that would have on the universe, on ourselves and our lives.

For time is not our realm my friends, though it is a cruel master, impersonal to the core and careless to say the least. The father of eternity is best left to his own devices. We need to leave him to his own path, the path he's been cutting all along, straight a head… one second at a time…

The Other World

Have you ever imagined that there was another world just beyond your doorstep. Another universe just outside our own. A place where what we now consider impossible becomes possible, a place where what is now just fantasy becomes reality?

A place where the pen is truly mightier than the sword and thoughts mean more than gold. Perhaps a place where whatever we want is at our fingertips and our every desire is nothing more than a thought away.

What if I told you that such a world does exist and not just in a Lewis Carroll fantasy? That it's a place where we can visit anytime. It's a place just beyond our reach, but at the same time, within our grasp.

I'm talking about the world within our own minds, the place we live in all the time, yet know nothing about. It's the home of everything we love and everything we hate, yet we haven't even begun to understand it.

We can't comprehend the instrument of comprehension. The world within a world. As the instruments made by the mind are turned around to look at it we can only catch glimpses of it's true power, mere snapshots of what lies within.

Like trying to understand the darkness by turning on the light or dealing with death by bringing life we kill the very thing we intend to learn by studying it. Is it that we don't know how to learn more or just don't wish to? After all, the mind can be a scary place.

But to those of you who are brave enough to care. I dare you to explore some more, but not with machines or tools, but with ideas. Because the best chance we have at taming this brave new world lies not in the tools of man, but of the mind.

After all, who's better to study this new world than the only permanent resident?

Message In A Bottle

Nothing that I have done up to now has brought me any closer to discovering what I want out of life, much less any closer to achieving it. I can't begin to count the days I've spent wondering the desert of human existence monitoring my happiness and trying to figure out what brought me joy and what brought me pain.

Even now when I sit up in the dark, the questions dart through my minds like hummingbirds fighting. What does it all mean? What's the point really? Does anything make a difference? How would things change if I perished tomorrow?

The answers never come.

It's not that I hate my life, or that I'm miserable with my existence. But there's a void there, a void that God, love, hate, sex nor writing has been able to fill. Like an arcane knowledge written on an ancient tome it's kept just beyond my reach and I find my self doing circles in life, getting nowhere, all the while skirting the issue at hand.

To this day I can't think of anything that has made me feel fulfilled, something that has made me whole. I have a sense of purpose, yes, this is true and it's probably the only thing that keeps me breathing, but I feel as if I have nothing else.

So I merely survive, one day to the next, one battle to the next, one wound to the next and wait in vain for the day in which it all comes to be too much, the day in which the camel drops it's load in the sand.

Ever since the day I was born I've had a huge burden placed on my shoulders. Even after the initial burden was lifted I sought out other weights, even heavier than before until I found myself carrying the world on my shoulders. Somehow, these weights, these burdens have made me feel more complete, but like most ties that bind they've kept me from my goals and dreams and now I'm so far away I don't even remember what they were.

I don't have any dreams anymore; anyone who says otherwise doesn't know me.

I'm useless, I'm a tool, and I'm a sponge for information and nothing more. All that my 21 years of existence have amounted to was filling a large grade book. But I should have been filling my biography.

Instead, now I'm lost and confused. I'm adrift at sea with no hopes of finding my way home. I don't remember where I went wrong. I just know I did. Now nothing brings me happiness, now no one makes me smile and I don't even know which way to head to get my soul back.

So if you happen to read this message in a bottle, perchance pick it up on some sandy beach in a faraway land, don't bother looking for me, for I can't be found, don't bother comforting me, for it can't be done and don't bother hating me, for comfort means nothing at all.

Just heed my warnings and heed them well. Live each day and each hour as if it were your last. Lest you wind up like me, the man who has it all, but still just an empty shell…

Worthwhile

Sometimes I forget why I bother existing in this world. When I look around me, I see nothing but sheep being led to the slaughter, souls being destroyed by vicious shepherds and enough suffering to fill a million masochistic novels.

Even the air I breathe and the food I eat is tainted with the very filth of our planet. Pollutants and toxins, both physical and mental taint my mind and body threatening to poison my very soul and wither the flower of my heart like a tortured weed.

"Why breathe, why live, why move about at all?" the world cries in agony. "Why even bother shuffling around like ants on a tiny dirtball drifting aimlessly in space." Everything we do, everything we are is but a cosmic joke, a testament to the futility of our own existence.

We seem to be nothing more than a planet waiting to be destroyed by some meteor or cosmic shower. Our lives and our existences amount to nothing more than worm food. Our achievements are nothing but petty tokens placed before an unforgiving universe.

But yet I carry on. I carry on with a relentless vigor. Baring tooth and nail I hurl myself at time itself, kicking and screaming in a quest to fulfill my destiny. For I know that there is something out there that is bigger than I. Because every night as I go to sleep, I hold my beloved close and all that pain, all of that emptiness and heartbreak goes away, filled with a whole new sensation, the intoxicating emotion of love.

Where science makes us feel insignificant creatures in the universe and religion teaches us we are nothing before God, love teaches us we are worth something. Love lets us scale the universe in a single step, love makes our souls immortal, love makes this seemingly pathetic existence worthwhile.

Because long after I am gone, long after this planet has been blasted into dust, long after everything humans have ever known is gone, imprints of us will be left behind. Like fingerprints on glass, we'll leave our mark on the universe.

It's the only way I know that I'll be bigger than myself, larger than my own existence. It's the only way I can reach new heights and feel new joys, it's the only reason I keep going and the only reason I keep breathing.

So every time I get ready to cast aside life, to raise the white flag and surrender before the demons of this world, I hold her close and remember, I remember why I fight. I may be destined to be worm food, I may forever stay insignificant in the eyes of the universe but I will never, ever lose my reason for living, my reason for breathing.

Because the only thing I know that's bigger than everything, is the reason for it and if I forget that, if but for a moment, I will be destroyed inside and out and only then will be that insignificant lump of matter the universe seeks to turn me into, only then will I have lost my value, my meaning. Only then will life be truly worthless…

Plain of Humanity

As I stare over the plain of humanity, I see a populace filled to the brim with idiots, buffoons and sheep. There is no safe haven for people like me, no place to go to get away from the idiocy of the planet. Every restaurant it seems is filled with morons, every movie theater littered with cretins and every place where humans are allowed to walk, there are jerks.

To Hell with them all…

Even though they have taken quite an interest in me, I have absolutely none in them. I don’t desire to speak, interact, touch, smell or be around any of them. They disgust me to the very core of my existence, they make me nauseous and I have an eternal fear that their idiocy might somehow be contagious.

It’s a society of cell phones and prostitutes, of diamond rings and false engagements. Nothing has a use, nothing has value. Hearts are broken for dollar bills while souls are sold for pennies on the dollar. Why should I care about one of them when they have shown not an inkling of concern for me?

To Hell with them all…

Is it any wonder why when I sit I sit alone, why I pull up a chair in the darkest corner of the room to eat my meal? Is it at all odd that I’d rather listen to my music than the incessant babbling of the humanoids around me as I walk from A to B? Is there any reason why I shouldn’t stand apart from the world and watch it damn itself for all eternity?

Because ever since evolution stopped working, ever since man first called itself civilized, it has been a much more brutal creature than the animals I call friend, the most savage beast on the planet. Just because we kill with guns and words rather than fangs and teeth does not make us more civilized, it just means we have rules and laws to justify our brutality.

Because as I stare out over the plain of humanity, I see a society of wolves and sheep, a society of slaves pretending to be masters and masters pretending to be civilized. There’s enough pretense in the world to fill a million books and enough stupidity to flood the cosmos. The people I seek to avoid, the people I seek to destroy taint the very world, offend the very concept of life itself and trash everything I hold dear.

To Hell with them all…

Protection

There was a time in which men wore suits of metal to protect themselves when going into battle. At another point, various cultures in Africa fought their battles in the nude seeking a more divine form of protection.
In much the same way we as people protect ourselves against the slings and arrows of the outside world. Some of us raise great walls within our minds and hope to hole ourselves up in solitude and denial. Others, throw open wide the gates to their heart and let the world do what it will hoping that everything will equal nothing.

Much the same as those knights did perish and the African warriors of old often died in combat, so do our souls. As we cross the no-man's land of life many of us fall victim to the bullets and blasts around us and no amount of protection is going to save us.

No man has ever built a fortress that can't be penetrated, no soul has thrown up walls so high they can't be broken down. When all of the bricks and mortar are stripped, all that remains is how tough you are as a person, as a human.

As humans our flesh might be weak and no match for bullets, but our souls can grow strong and invincible to the swords and arrows of the world and so they must. Because fate loves nothing more than stripping down our internal fortresses and if we are not ready as people, then we will fall prey to her whims.

So rather than raising the ramparts one level higher, rather than building the bricks one more foot thick, I'm readying myself for the battles of head, preparing for when they come inside. It's going to happen and I'm going to be ready and so should you dear reader.

Defend yourself well, but prepare yourself for war. Because the same as a knight is just as dead in his armor as he is outside, we can be just as dead within our defenses as we are without them.

Night Creature

I don't know what it is that draws me to the night. All I know is that my soul seems to come alive when the sun goes down and my mind opens up the most during the blackest of nights.

I live in a world of headlights and 24-hour diners. When the streetlights come on and moon rises up above the trees, I finally am able to be myself as I truly am. I was born this way, I will die this way.

There's nothing for me in the daytime, just crowded streets, ringing phones and that hot, blaring sun beating down on me. I'd much rather move about when the world is quiet and nothing but the cool night air surrounds me. It sets me at peace.

At night, my body is quicker and stronger and my mind is sharper and clearer It's as if the blurring haze of the world has been removed. That's why I let the lights of the city be my guide and my keen understanding of the world keep me safe.

But for now at least I am forced to live the life of a day-dweller. Though the very blood in my veins craves my natural habitat, to eat and survive I must move about in daylight and try to put my mind to rest at night.

I get little sleep and less time to work. I feel as if I am forever dulled and wounded by this grave injustice. But somehow I shuffle awake in the morning and go about my business, just like everyone else.

But the time will come and soon when the natural flow of my life will reign supreme. I will set the times that are right for me and do what I must do to keep myself at 100%. I will do this because I have to, for my own sanity.

You see, I am a creature of the night and to do anything else would be a horrible mistake. Much like dulling the knife that cuts your steak, forcing me out in the daytime destroys the thing that makes me work and the thing that makes me so valuable, my mind.

Remember that future friends and companions, remember it well. If you wish to call on me, make it late, and if you want to know me as I truly am, meet me underneath the glowing streetlight, I'll be there when the moon is at it's highest.

Commercials

We live in a commercial world my friends. We’re told what's valuable, like we don't know what's important. Like children we can no longer tell what’s necessary and what’s just nice to have. Needs are now created and seldom met, because a met need doesn’t sell a product.

Promises are hurled at us faster than our ears can take them in. There’s no way to tell who’s lying and who’s honest anymore. Will that product really do it’s job? Or is it just a gimmick with no value? It’s hard to tell these days.

Everything is new and improved and if it’s not new, it’s broken. Everything is meant to be discarded and replaced. Cars last but a few years and the shelf-life of a computer is comparable to bread.

We’ve gone from selling products to pushing them like drugs. Everything is crammed down our throats and every dirty trick to make the cash register ring is used. Everything is sexy, everything is cool and nothing has any value on it’s own it seems.

But what can we do when nothing is worth anything save the dollar value attached. For no money down we can buy a human soul and for 0% interest we can own his will too. I suppose souls just come cheaply these days, it’s supply and demand, everyone wanting to sell and no one interested in buying.

If everyone was happy, the economy would virtually shut down. That’s why the people must be made miserable. The full must be made to feel hunger, the popular must be made to feel unacceptable, the content must be made to feel uneasy. If they can make us feel pain, they can sell us a product to stop it.

So what can we do? How do we protect ourselves from this assault on our happiness? Do we simply turn away from the images and not look back? Can we somehow filter what we see to decipher the good from the bad?

We can’t do anything truth be told, every flat surface large enough to hold a poster has an ad for something. Television and magazines may provide free entertainment, but at what human cost? Can we afford to cash a check with our souls that our purse couldn’t hold? Can we sacrifice our will just to avoid staring into the void of silence?

It appears the answer is no because the stream of images keeps on coming and human beings keep exchanging everything they have just to avoid being bored, just to avoid having to think for themselves.

So kick your feet back and make your money, might as well. It’s better to be a shepherd than a shorn sheep, it’s better to be a leader than a mindless zombie….

Just Good Enough

"You don't need to do that, what you have is good enough," they say. I disagree. Our society is all about the bare minimum, just getting by. I, on the other hand, am about excelling, going one step further and ignoring the when it's time to stop.

Whatever happened to striving for excellence, to going the extra mile? When did it become satisfactory to come home, feed your cats, eat dinner and go to bed? When did life become about simply surviving?

Well, I don't care, because mine isn't. I hunger for excellence, for one step beyond the norm and nothing, nothing is going to stand between me and achieving just that.

Others have tried, oh yes, they have tried to bring me down to their mediocrity, but I have broken free and through trial and error, surrounded myself with those who seek excellence with the same fervor I do.

In a society of bare minimums, all rights and good enoughs, I intend to break through the glass ceiling of mediocrity and knowing that my friends and companions will be there beside me, smashing the same barriers, gives me the courage to fight on, even when things get tough.

You see, nature favors those that get up after being knocked down, those that refuse to stop once the acceptable level has been reached. The man that does just enough is much like a cog in a machine, playing his part, but he who does more sets the pace for all the other cogs and laughs as the machine breaks as it tries fruitlessly to keep up.

So if you've done what's necessary to complete something, why not pick it back up and go one step farther? Why not push it just a little bit harder? The extra mile may be the hardest to run, but it is definitely the most rewarding.

Separate yourself through excellence, make yourself great through hard work and perseverance because if you don't, people like myself and my friends will quickly leave you behind…

Think about this before you go, many have completed a 26 mile marathon, but how many could go 27? It's that extra mile that makes all the difference in the world that is.

Soulless Creatures

In the three and a half years I have been running this site, I have done a lot of hypothesizing about the untimely deaths of many men and women: the cause, apathy.

But the fact remains, there are those among us, those who roam the planet without as much as a hope or a dream. We have many names for these people, some polite, some not: loser, quitter, 9-5er, zombie, just to name a few. But they all have one thing in common, quiet contentment with themselves and their role in the world.

Many of them have jobs, they go to work in the morning, come home in the evening and go to bed at night without anything else in their life save perhaps another zombie. Call them a productive member of society if you wish, I'll call them what they are, a cog in the machine.

What ever happened to bettering oneself? Whatever happened to doing something? Has television replaced the drive and desire to make something of one's time on the planet? Has capitalism so corrupted us that we dare not even strive to take grasp of this precious time on the planet?

For these people, the answer is yes. They will never amount to anything but a cog, they are incapable. Call it programming, call it defeat, call it whatever you will, but they are broken people, soulless creatures who turn the cranks of society without a thought on the wherefore and why.

With no sense of purpose outside their job and home, no sense of creativity and intellect, no ability to do anything lasting. They live, they breathe and they die so uneventfully hardly anyone will notice.

The world will not miss them when they are gone, two more cogs are right behind them waiting to take their place. They will be grieved for and tossed into the ground without the world missing a beat. It's no loss to humanity.

The only way to avoid that fate is to get off the couch and do something. I will gladly play the role of cog if it paves the path to break the machine. Which is why I work very had at what I do, but always see my real job as being the one that's not 9-5.

For when I die I want the universe to pause and take note. I want all the cogs in all the machines in all the nations in all the worlds to stop, for but a moment, to realize what they have lost. So I will give what I have, all I have, into making myself more than the sea of zombies, more than the mass of humanity, to make myself important, essential, critical.

It is those who think they can change the world that do. You've heard that a million times not because it's cliché but because it's true. I think I can change the world, I know I can change the world, and I will fight until my last breathe to do just that.

Because even if it is a futile cause, even if the end result is defeat. It's a better fate than that of the soulless masses. At least I can say I lived a full life, that I gave it my all. Where they rotted in quiet contentment I will have striven for glory and that alone will make me greater than they.

For being better than a bunch of cogs may not seem like much, it still puts me above the majority and thus, better than average… It's something to think about…

Technology

Look around you real fast. Odds are unless someone printed this out for you, you’re reading these words on a computer screen somewhere. Odds are you’re sitting in a room with other electronic gizmos and gadgets. Odds are you’re surrounded by the creations of man and his science.

We live in a world timed by megahertz. One has to have a cell phone just to stay in touch. We don’t know how we ever got by without fax machines and the Internet, though those days were just a few years ago. We would die without air conditioning and starve to death without plastic wrap.

The human has forgotten what it means to be a human while the machine strives to learn. Silicon chips threaten to take the place of our souls as memories seem to be reduced to bits and bytes. Longwave or shortwave means more than paper or plastic. We buy books over the Internet, close business deals without ever meeting the person and we’re frustated when something takes longer than thirty seconds to execute.

It’s not the technology that’s the sin, it’s in how we use it. To find religion, we just do a search on the web, to talk to God we send him an E-mail. Even Santa Claus is on-line, why shouldn’t I be?

We’ve gone from meeting new friends on-line, to meeting all of them there. We’ve gone from cell phones for emergencies to cell phones as necessities. Every executive has to have a PDA, meanwhile, rolodexes sit gathering dust in the corner.

We’ve replaced, replaced and replaced, but have gained nothing in return. Rather than using we’re abusing, like junkies in a dark alley. “Faster is better, you save time,” they say. I see nothing but growing stress and mounting frustration. Road rage and cell phones being on the rise at the same time is not a coincidence.

Can we stop, can we turn back? Not a chance my friend. Already we’re down the gravity well of what we’ve created. Ride the back of the wave to the future, make a couple bucks along the way. Watch the world lose it’s soul as machines think for us, instead of with us. May our hearts rest in piece, for they died well enough, lost in a war we didn’t even know we were fighting.

A war against the things we built ourselves, we abused ourselves and the things that eventually destroyed ourselves…




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