Tuesday, May 26, 2009

What the fuck is wrong with you people?

You underestimate who we have in Arkham.

Even though the current administration is trying to right the mistakes of the last eight years, the biggest obstacle they’re facing seems to be the general public. A population so programmed from the last administration to react to fear, that they no longer understand how to live without being afraid of something or what it feels like to have a set of balls.

There’s a big debate going on right now about what to do with the detainees from Gitmo. A suggestion has been put forth that we put some of these detainees in jails here in the US. This of course is logical, but to the general public is when all hell breaks loose.

Everyone seems to be so afraid of these guys. So afraid of what they might do. Seriously people, what the fuck. It’s not like we’re setting these guys free in the US.

Most of you probably live in your nice quite little suburbia world, and probably have no idea what jails are like or who we have in our jails. You think the only people that are in jails are people who sell a little drug or do a little robbery? You think the only people that are in jails are the people who get arrested on Law and order or CSI?

No. Jails are fucked up and the people we have in jails are fucked up as well. We have people in jail that are ten times more dangerous and violent then these people will ever hope to be. These terrorists may hate America and want to do harm to Americans, but we have people in jail that hates everything and everyone. They would kill you for fun. They don’t care who you are or what your beliefs are. I dare any of these terrorist be put into general population of some of the jails we have. I’m willing to bet they wouldn’t last very long. I put my money on our home breed psychopaths.

If you knew more facts before immediately reacting with fear like a little bitch, you’d know the Gitmo detainee would probably be put into Supermaxs. NO ONE IN HISTORY has ever escape from a supermax. I don’t know if you’ve ever seen just the outside of a supermax, but it's pretty damn secure. Most of the people in our supermax system now would make most these detainees look like a fucking care bear.

The US has more people in jail than anywhere else in the world other than China. Don’t you think we know how to keep someone locked up? Aren’t you underestimating our ability to keep someone in jail a bit here?

The fact is. We have much more violent and psychotic people in our jails than these terrorists will ever hope to be and we keep them locked up quite well. Don’t underestimate our criminals and think that these terrorists are some super breed of bad guys that you should be so afraid of. They are no better. They are nothing. They’re just your common criminals. We’ve kept our psychos locked up quite well, and we’ll do the same with these people.

Stop being so fucking afraid of everything. It’s so pathetic that you cower to everything. Somehow you’ve been lead to believe that these guys are super villains or something and that no jail can hold them. Get this through you head. They’re not. We're not dealing with Magneto here. It's just another criminal like the hundreds of thousands that we have.

You have no idea what real fear is or what you really should be afraid of. These people are not it. They’re just like any other low life uneducated ignorant criminal out there. No better, no worse. Terrorist feed on fear. The more and longer you’re afraid of them, the more life you will give them so cut that shit out. Treat them like the common criminals they are and you will take away their most powerful weapon.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Not my finest hour

This is not going to be a very good post. I can tell you that now. Not because it's not that interesting, but more because I can't remember that many details to share, and some of the details that I do remember, I'm def not sharing. Not even here.

Last Friday started like any other Friday. Had meetings, did some work, had my usual Friday lunch. Nothing unusual.

I had a party with some Ultimate (Frisbee) people later that night so I was taking it easy during the day. Those things tend to go very long. It gets to the end of the working day, and me and a friend decided to grab a couple of beers before heading off to the party.

I got to the pub on time, which by my friend's time, is about 30 min too early. Luckily, this was my pub and my fav bartender was back from her trip to the US. We caught up a bit, and I had a few drinks while I waited. I was thinking I'm going to be so far ahead of him by the time he got here. Boy was I wrong.

When he finally showed up, it happened that he had left work a few hours ago and had started drinking. So he's had not a few drinks on me, but a few hours of drinking ahead of me. So instead of getting beers, as soon as he came in, he was getting shots for us. I knew nothing good happens after shots.

After a few shots, we got on the Ferry to go to the party in Manly (about a 30min ferry ride from the city). By now, we're probably still ok. Not like able to drive ok, but still ok.

This was a BYO party, and I told my friend to grab a bottle of Jack for the party while I went to the bathroom. I can drink a lot of that without getting really drunk. When I came back he had a bottle of Vodka in his hand. Oh crap.

I can't do vodka. We're not in College. There is never a time for vodka in my book. Sadly, being that I've been drinking so much already, I just agreed and we went on to the party.

This is where things gets fuzzy. The party was great. It was a house party. Lots of people, lots of drinking, and lots of soup (the host loves making soup). The kinda neat thing about this party was that there was a talent show. People did all kinds of talents.

Two acts really stood out. The first was this older couple. They performed a flamingo dance. It wasn't the fast version you would usually see, but a slow more expressive version. There was a lot of foot stomping. It was so good, and so impressive being they're a bit older.

The other act that stood out was the last act. This was from the host. She did a stand up routine which in my book is one of the hardest things ever to do. It was hilarious though. It was about how her not working on Fridays is actually more difficult than those of us that does work on Friday.

After this is where things get really fuzzy. My friend and I had finished the bottle of vodka by the time the talent show was over. I texted my dancing friend who said she was at a nearby pub and was ready for some dancing. Of course, I immediately jump at the chance for dancing.

So after this, I really have no idea. I know me and my friend walked to the pub. The next thing I remembered was kind of dancing somewhere. My friend no where to be found, and I was dancing with some strangers. Great story huh?

What I found out later is this. We got kicked out of a few bars for being disorderly. I'm not a disorderly drunk, I'm more of a touchy feely drunk, so this part was strange. We then went to the place with the dancing, and my friend wanted me to go with him to the casino to meet up with some girls, but I wanted to stay with my dancing friend and dance so he left.

I remember dancing some, then leaving my friend for the wharf to catch the last ferry home. She repeatedly asked to walk me there, but of course I refused. Such a bad idea.

I got to the wharf and I had missed the last ferry. I think I then proceeded to pass out at the wharf. The next thing I remembered was waking up at home butt naked. I have no idea how I got home nor do I know why I was naked. I'm not a naked kinda guy. I'm more of a boxer/tshirt dude. So the naked thing is very strange.

I checked my wallet the next morning, and it didn't seem like anything was missing. I did find some of my clothes in the hallway to my apt. Apparently, I also made some calls to people that may not have been a good idea. Nothing seem to be amiss really.

I still have no idea how I got home.

Drinking is bad.

Sunday, May 17, 2009


I'm sitting here on a Sunday night. Trying not to think about all the work that I still have to do. Instead, I'm staring at a blank word doc. I am so desperate to be able to write something. Anything. Even things like rants which I have never had any issues with, are not coming to me. As a matter of fact, nothing is coming to me anymore.

I'm reading over all the things I've written before. Both here on this blog and all the things I've kept to myself. I remember writing these. I remembered having so much to say and so many ideas that my fingers were having a difficult time typing it all into words. Now, nothing is coming to me anymore.

This probably sounds a bit crazy, but I used to get a lot of ideas from the different voices in my head. They all had something to say. They were connected to something bigger. Part of a collective conscientiousness perhaps. Whatever it was, it had ideas. It had things to say.

It has all gone quite now. No matter what I do, or what I try, I can't reconnect to that place. I can't hear anything anymore. It's all so silent.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

I had a dream
Strange as it seems
It was my perfect day

You were here
Standing next to me
This is my perfect day

This is what I’ve always want and always will want
You standing next to me
That would be my perfect day

I know this will never happen again
This is only a dream
My perfect day

I miss you.