This country was built on a strong foundation of liberty, freedom and justice. Freedom of speech, freedom of religion, freedom to be independent, freedom to question and challenge your government. The American Revolution was fought and won so we could live in a country that had fair voting and politicians we can trust. None of that is valued anymore. Politicians are liars, thieves and adulterers. You can be free to do what you want so long as you don't offend anyone.
I will not have that! I want to be able to speak my mind and not fear what I say. I want to have my beliefs and not be condemned and judged for it. I want to be an independent without liberals and conservatives telling me what I should be. I want to be a woman without being told I am too feminist or not enough of a feminist. I want the government to stop making so many rules and regulations that I feel like I am living the life of a small child again. I want my vote to count and I want this idea of an absolute, tyrannical government to stop being a thing that is forced on us by our own leaders. I want a change and I want to see it in my life time. I will never stop fighting for what is right and that is what this day means to me. It means independence and freedom that have long since been tragically gone from this incredible and amazing country that we live in. as Ron Paul once said:
I was once told that I have always been a rebel and days like today remind me that being a rebel is what the United States of America was founded on.
2
July 2014
The
Mad Scientist
I
was minding my own business, just sitting on the bench at Clement
Park watching the ducks. I usually never talk to anyone when I am out
and about. I sit in peace and keep my head down so no one will bother
me. I happened to look up and saw this man, he looked confused at
first and I kept looking. That's when he looked up at me. He wasn't
confused, no, he was down right mad! He walked over to me, gibbering
off about some nonsense involving the stars and different chemicals.
“Here!
Hold these! And don't drop them. Oh and hold onto your pants, I have
found that on occasion they get lost,” he stammered at me.
“What?!?!
Uh...um... wait! Hello! Sir what are you doing?”
“Why
my dear you are going to time travel with me! I need a daughter for
where I am going. We must go now! I did not have time to find a
suitable girl so you'll have to be suitable for the moment. Okay hold
on tight we have to go?”
What
in the world was he talking about? I had no clue! Time travel? What
the hell? All I did was look up. I grabbed my pants because he told
me to and there was a loud crack. Currently I am writing this in a
room above a bar in old wild west Colorado. I am not sure what this
mad scientist's scheme is but he actually took me back in time and I
didn't lose my pants. I just wanted to watch the ducks.
3
July 2014
A
Funeral Fit For a Groundhog
“Today
we say our goodbyes to our dear family member Larry. He was struck by
a car trying to cross the street. Although Larry was not the
brightest groundhog, he was still close to our hearts. We do not get
to say a proper goodbye to Larry because the boys could not grab his
body from the road. Let's remember Larry as he was, chipper and
always excited to go about his daily duties of role call. Larry is
survived by his 12 children and his wife, Gertrude. Let's all give a
shout to our dear groundhog Larry!”
“To
Larry! To Larry!”
Off
in the distance there are some people unknowingly watching the
groundhog funeral...
“What
do you think those groundhogs are squeaking so wildly about?”
“I
don't know but they are being so loud! Let's get away from them.”
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