Knife in the Back. Thanks.

Oh, where has it gone? The passion, the fury, the caring. Today I know for a fact without a doubt that all passion and caring has died in this nation's government. There is nothing left, but a gray bleak world of somber suits and meaningless papers. The loss of true signs of life is saddening in a way and due to the manner of its happening, angering. I feel betrayed for today, or yesterday more exactly, this nation's Congress abandoned its people. They made one promise to the people of America,and to the people of Iraq and the world beyond and now that promise lies shattered on the floor like the world's unluckiest mirror. The US Congress, currently with a Democrat majority, gave in to what is perhaps the most controlling and ridiculous President this nation has ever suffered. Congress should be impeaching him, snatching back our civil liberties and tearing apart his administrations horrendous mistakes, but instead they sit down and put their hands in their pockets and whistle a little tune for comfort and allow the President to make outrageous demands, lacking in compromise and intelligence, and control every aspect of the government. Is it not enough that the man has taken away our freedoms, Congress? Did you rally have to reward him for his bad behavior? Now that stubborn ignorant child will never learn his lesson.

Today's betrayal should not only sadden the liberals in America, but virtually anyone who gives a damn about the direction this nation is headed, or likes holding on to some individual liberties, or has a brain. Some will say the money is needed, justified even. I have but one question for those people, When was the last time your boss gave you more money for failure? If it was recntly please let me know and I will never again speak negatively of our President, your President I mean. I want to cry, I want to shout from the rooftops, "Why can't a group of men and women responisble for the direction and fate of an entire nation stand up to a single man? Why do they roll on their backs like dogs beaten by a drunken master? Has this nation lost its teeth?" I think so. When is the last time you heard of a political riot that had to be suppressed. When was the last time they even had to use tear-gas on protesters? Not recently enough, I am afraid. A government that represents the people should be constantly challenged by the people, otherwise how will they ever feel the fear of the people and not a single man. No one listens to everything their parents say without challenging the things we do not agree with, even when we lose the fight we cannot then say we did not try. I am begging you people, for fuck's sake take action don't let the bastards knife you in the back again.

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Baby octopi. You mean devil-fish?

Steinbeck was a genius. The only unfortunate thing was that he, like the Australians, did not have Christmas. They had Uggs. Fur goes on the outside, it's nature. Back to the eight legged satanic-minions- why do I attack these multipodal creatures of the deep?

Oct- ( eight ) from Greek
Pi- (plural, masculine) from Latin

That is why. The Octopi have combined themselves into a super-animal above the rules of grammar and men and transcending the cultural barriers of (dead) languages. For this reason they will not be tolerated. Besides this, they have eight legs. That is two more than the devil's number (that's 6 for those of you not fully versed in Patmosan apocolyptic literature). Four horsemen will bring the conversion of the Jews (the End of the World, Mr. "I got that first reference") and two is exactly half of four. That second part? Coincidence? Probably.

Wait for it- I just invented a purpose for this.

There is a war coming, we can practically smell the blood rotting in the fields east of Eden (again, thank you, John; no thanks to that rib-stealing whore Eve). This war will be fought , for all those children (and men) who can't sleep because of brounies (and the US Government), for all the animals that cannot fight for themselves, and for each plant and rock and field and river, among us. Why will we fight?

It Doesn't Fucking matter.

If you learn anything from human history let it be this: one, Cats will sneak (and Egyptians will not kill them), and two, people will kill each other for whatever reason is the most important at the time. When an issue is eliminated, the next molehill becomes the tallest mountain. Sharpen your axes, boys, they called us French (that was e.g. -- being called a froggy would, in fact, be valid reason for belligerence).

What do we do? For the sake of humanity and all that is holy (or unholy you hell bound devil-fish-lovers), we must take the most mundane, ridiculous issue possible and eliminate this cycle starting today. We would eventually have got to that end anyway. No, I already thought about that, this principle does not apply to drinking. This is nothing like getting your stomach pumped before you start hammering back neat whiskys (no "e" assholes) alternated with caffeinated drinks and smoking unfiltered Kamel Reds. The main difference, besides my actual preparation for our war, is that there is not a bad side to alcohol(-ism?.... maybe?).

The War will end the slow cliff dive history has until today been. If we just skip all the other petty bitch-fits in our (slow, repetitive, eternal) fall from grace we will get a lot more done, you know, progress-wise. War is, in essence, fought to eliminate differences.

Our Causus Belli : the devil-fish.

I have outlined my position. Take up arms, ye believers in the one truth above all others, ye destructors of the infidel, and fight with me for the end of world as we know it.
(f-you REM, its mine now).

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Send This Turkey To China They Made It Anyway.

Okay, so Thanksgiving is over. I missed a great opportunity for some "What America is Thankful For" post. Sucks for me, huh? But I already know how much we have to be thankful, I mean I didn't get shot at this morning so I'm already beating a huge section of the world, now who does it suck to be? Right. Nonetheless, being here doing this thing right now I can't avoid using the theme a little bit. How about "Why China is Thankful". Sounds fun right? So un-patriotic,you say, and I respond with I'm not the one that the Chinese economic minister should be getting down on his knees for.

You America just spent the day after perhaps one of the greatest American holidays fattening up China. Feeding them out of your hand. The only problem is that little puppy you been feeding for so long isn't a dog, that's right, it's a real live wolf; and it's hungry. Look at that wide-mouthed country bearing down on you America. You should be scared, you should be running, or better yet fighting back. Not us, we spend the day instead running out to "Black Friday" or "Chinese Thanksgiving". Most likely you spent the day searching for those great deals at Wal-Mart and the likes. That's right through a steak to the wolf.

Wal-Mart sells a lot of Chinese manufactured goods. That's how they get the best deal for you the consumer. Doesn't matter that the product is actually a chemical weapon. Lead is one, just a little bit too much and whoops there goes poor Little Timmy's chances of going to college. It's okay though since Little Timmy's parents saved more than enough by shopping at Wal-Mart to support him the rest of his life. Too bad Wal-Mart won't get him that health insurance, but that's a different story. Maybe lead poisoning and brain damage aren't good enough for your child, How about a powerful date rape drug then? Sounds way cooler, and you should see the colors it comes in. I have to admit that even after I knew it was a dangerous toy I still wanted to take a bite. That's the wolf's job though.

Right now, America, we may not be in great shape economically, but that's okay, just stop being dumb and watch what appendages you offer to China. But if acting to protect America and making small personal sacrifices ala Kennedy aren't your thing then you can always wait another 75 years or so and China and the America will make a bit of a reversal. That's right, think hard now. Imagine we keep going the same way we are now and eventually all manufacturing goes to China. The Chinese workers seeing the economic success of their nation organize and demand better wages and treatment. Soon they start shipping manufacturing jobs overseas to America where the weak dollar and huge unemployed class provide cheap manufacturing labor. Some day we will have our revenge, they'll see. Some day that wolf will get tired of finding its own food and will raise up its own pup to do the dirty work. Woof!

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Andrew says I am confusing

Andrew tells me I need to be less convoluted; that I need to at least try to make myself out as something other than a blithering idiot attempting to convey some sort of moral dogma. Andrew tells me I need to calm down. I can't.

There is one good reason for my incessant bellicosity toward the world. No, its not people are generally worth the same as their thoughts, but you make a good point. Sorry for that. Andrew says I need to stop this having conversations with yourself bullshit- gawd Forrest- you're confusing even f-ing Geoff- and he thinks in lines that are about as straight as Lance Bass- that is along you're same process. And I quote.

And make up quotes.

I am still angry. Getting back off that tangent over one of many things- one of those many things being 196 billion dollars. That is, 196,000,000,000, dollars. Despite us citizens being soooo lucky that this isn't in canadienne dollars (-ienne, is just to rremind me that in essence they are French- and effeminate), that is a whole lot of pesos no matter the currency you're counting in.

I am talking to myself at night. Maybe I do this normally, ok, I do this regularly, but this time people don't stare at me trying to figure out what I am actually trying to say. We have to screw someone, right? Why not ourselves? Make sense?
Yea, me neither.

George (him of PA ave.) decided the other day that we did, in fact need a ridiculous, wildly out of control, amount of money to fund our "adventures" over the ocean. 80 days around the world my ass. He then rejected the bill to put a horrifyingly small sum towards our nation's children. Why? because it is obviously more important to take care of the well-being of the women and children in a country with little political ramification in a region hot on the blood of American media. We need to take care of everyone else before ourselves. The last person to do this properly was Jesus Christ- he got nailed to a tree. I'm squeamish and Mr. Bush did cocaine.

Let us delve further into the bilous pool of incestous neoconservative thought that oozes from the politcal autocracy this administration has formed.

There is a document (manifesto....) called the Project for the New American Century. A conservative think tank came upi with this plan late in the 90's. Well, no biggie, one might say, who wrote it bychance? Donald "baby-killer" Rumsfeld, Jeb "hold-my-beer-and-watch-this" Bush, and Dick "the-devil-owes-me-his-soul" Cheney among a number of other high ranking officials the amounts of which will cause youe to deficate, whatever you might me doing. I was giving a speech in class when I heard. Really puts the ass in class. hahah. That wasn't funny.

They outlined the need for an invasion of Iraq and several other middle eastern counries in 1998. The purpose- American Hegemony- and a few years later they decided WMD might have a better ring about it, but that really didn't sound as good as liberation, which was even surpassed by staying the course. Yea, fuck me.
That is about all that needs to be said there. Draw a conclusion, or rather try not to- tourrettes is not the most gratifying disease, socially.

PS:

Some fun facts!!

• Iran has gotten uranium to 3-4% purity.
• They have averaged a percent more every 4-5 years.
• One needs 10% purity for electrical and energy use.
• One need 90% purity to be considered weapons grade.
• We are going after Iran on the bases of nuclear threat.
• They (the Iranian plants) were called respectable and cooperative by UN inspectors.
• There is talk of dealing forcibly with Iran.

The definition of crazy is doing things repeatedly and expecting differing results. I see all the same ingredients of our Iraqi and Bosnian recipe. I like cake (and conflict), so does congress obviously, or their approval rating wouldn't be even lower than that of our White House.

peace.

Next week we solve all the worlds problems!!

Nice enough andrew- convoluted, I think not- still no backspace, I know yes.

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Renegotiation and Emotional Masturbation

There are three ways to introduce an essay. This is not one of them. This is not an essay. Go touch yourself and cry about it. This will start with no explanation and end without my caring. John Locke had an interesting idea and he spelled his name wrong. Let’s focus on the former at least for a short while. Locke told you and me that we hold a “social contract” with the government (in his case not Cheney). He told us that we “turn over” specific rights to the government in order for certain benefits of having such a ridiculous institution.
Now I’m telling something back. I negotiated a number of years ago to standards that are no longer applicable. I would like (too soft?)- I am going to renegotiate my social contract.
I previously followed the basic tenants of the 1689 negotiation in England, but after my job transfer- and being thrown out of Ireland- there has come ripe time for change.
1) In exchange for my right to religion I am going to take a license to kill- pending me (Microsoft Word says that the previous word should be “me” in place of “I”- go crawl in a money-lined hole and die Mr. Gates- I didn’t need Harvard my ass...) pass the test, of course. I will attend whatever church ordered of me. For two hours a week I will drink goat blood with the Mormons or go baby-killing with the Jews; whatever deems them happy I will abide to. Read it out loud. It rhymes. That makes me a poet. However, I will not take this bullshit of not being able to cleanse the gene pool at my own volition while Blackwater can perform the same surgery in a foreign country.

2) I relinquish my right to the free press in return for the ability to fly. To those of you reading this who immediately thought, “THIS is freedom of press- Forrest is out of control this time-,” before you thought further (if you don’t get the “further” reference, see next step): a) I don’t care and b) you were adopted.
3) In return for never coveting my neighbor’s donkey I expect full privileges to his wife.
4) I have come to the conclusion that the commandments, however innate, are not “rights”- so much for the early-afternoon cocktail.
5) I hereby give up my right to counsel in return for justice- justice and law is (again.) two very different things- that may have been profound.
THIS IS THE IMPORTANT PART
I am becoming irate- in a business class we were told by a representative of school that I will not name (then decide to anyway) from Hickey “College”. Quotes are intentional. She was attending our class to lecture on job applications, cover letters, and future job markets. She was border-line. Everything.
Let me pretend to ignore these horrors: (on a list of possible QUESTIONS for an interview) List all the jobs you have previously held? (yes, that is a question mark), You have children? (Are you serious?), a rant against errors whilst having COUNT THEM 15 errors on four handouts. One was Government issued.
For our sake, she pled; (again?) please do not spell anything wrong on your documents. She lectured most of ten minutes on reasons why we need to spell correctly. As if on any document an error was actually any arbitrary spiting of all English principles, a veritable Fuck you to the MLA. Actually Ms., I go out of my way to misspell words and capitalize letters in the middle of most everything I write. You’ve got to be kidding. She wasn’t. At this point, the women, overweight to the point her neck burst from the standard collar like a German sausage rupturing its casing (bet she was from Affton) became annoyed with my calling her out. She was now my hypocritical punching bag. I proceeded to shake her like a toddler (too far?).
The moment I snapped was when she was questioning my literacy by attempting to throw her authority around and making me read statistics, I politely obliged as she was elephanted around the lectern. All puns and lack thereof intended.
I then read something so shocking it made me sober of my morning and impotent with rage simultaneously (interesting word origin- pesky adverbs). I read that in 2010, as I start to look for a place as a drone in the workforce drinking myself to sleep nightly in a bar stall that provides my only solace in hitting on married women before I turn to their husbands and picking fights with men by far my physical superior, there will be needed more than three million two hundred fifty thousand ... wait for it.... wait for it.... BUS DRIVERS: FUCKING BUS DRIVERS!
As if it weren’t bad enough that we are selling our economy for the price of a gutted dog and autistic child to the Chinese we are replacing such demanding jobs of industry as painting toys, and using screwdrivers, and the ability to read with the illustrious occupation of lazy tard who had to have the bus converted because he can’t even figure out a stick-shift. We have 300 million people currently living (legally HAHAHA) in our country. Make that, oh say, 325 Million people by 2012. One percent of our working population will be driving a bus. No capitals. I can’t shout while simultaneously I’m sobbing and planning the bombing. Guess what the other four percent of our workforce will be doing that make up the bottom of our significantly higher standard (due to getting rid of those shit jobs previously mentioned) economic ladder. Guess. No? Flipping burgers. The government calls it “quick” (my addition) food service employment. That is, one of twenty people will drive a bus or flip a burger.
That is all I have to say besides there is a three week waiting period for a pistol in Missouri, three days for a rifle, but you can do the job with Drain-O and Oxycodeine.

I laugh - a lot. It makes the tears burn less. And lubrication is better when it doesn’t burn coming out. That may or may not have been referencing my eyes. I have never laughed so hard but for the irony I came across the other day.
I saw on a blawg, as Bostonians may say (only they sound inebraited at nine am a rare time (when they (yes, these are imbedded parentheses) are sober)... ahh the Cockney’s of America. Or is that South Philly?), a certain boy from my school responding with an open letter to a teacher’s comments on his monologue he wrote for a class. First of all, what kind of pompous ass are you to think your teacher reads your blog?, if he does ignore this. He was responding to Leftridge’s phrase “emotional masturbation”. A phrase I quite like. I will steal it. This was in reference to the general feel of the paper, and that response would not faze me one bit of this boy. He may be 18~ I know: Legal? No. God forbids it you sodomizer, pervert, sinner!!!! I now know why those evangelicals get such a rush.
Back to berating. This child sent a letter complaining about the teachers comments after the teacher accused him of splooging his emotional overkill across the paper. Way to go (applause. I actually clap here. No I don’t.). Of all defenses that an intelligent young man could choose he says, and I quote, “I realize that you do enjoy comparing things to masturbating.” Poor choice of words; I will forgive the journalist (he is) for that because I’m nice. You can’t expect a journalist to create a logical argument of any worth or even a good joke. Quoted is what we instead get; it’s almost a “your-mom-masturbates-emotionally”.
Art is masturbation I am told truculently by this connoisseur of such beauties as unwashed hair, shitty jeans, and cheap weed (known to some as “practically dandelions”). He then tells me how art is for ourselves, expression, fame, and money. PLEASE tell me where I can masturbate for money and fame. I hear a ringing voice... you fuck one goat.... ok he’s got me on the fame. Sort of. Not really the kind of fame I think any of us want. Again, ok, I do want that kind of fame- imagine the possibilities. Take your time.
The money would be tight, though. Except that your metaphor fucks like a nun.
Without any reference I will state that if you wish money and fame for masturbation then people have to like your masturbation. It makes sense. Did you know that you need approx. an IQ of below average to make abstract connections?
Our friend Eric pushes ahead to discuss how there was nothing constructive said of his monologue. I can currently see the distinct possibility that there was nothing constructive to state. Constructive criticism requires good elements as well as bad. What ever might I base my conclusions on?
Eric continues to destroy his own argument both with word choice and metaphor. I won’t even go into detail. Go ahead, laugh, I am.

http://anotherdrunkconquistador.blogspot.com/2006/09/open-letter-to-mr-leftridge.html

I expected better from a cynical male of 18 who, like myself, has nothing to really be upset about. Keep it fresh, anything!... jigglepuff? (or “dude” works). Whatever.

But I like Eric, he’s a nice guy who I respect and I want his feedback. I want something that tells me what he thinks. I need to do to work on this. Tell me specifics of what works and what doesn't, and then reasons for both. I would appreciate that.

HAHAHA

Dissertation? Maybe.

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A Painted Blush

What is it, that thing we call embarrassment? A natural reaction to dumb actions? An indicator of social awkwardness? A beacon to show how we feel inside? No one knows for sure(hearsay, I really have no clue if there is a known cause for embarrassment but do you?) but I'm pretty sure I've got a good theory brewing. What purpose does embarrassment serve? Really think about this one and chew on it for a bit and when you finally get the computer out of your mouth look back at the page,and assuming its still in good shape, read this: i think you have a problem if you see embarrassment as something useful. Embarrassment is a created constraint, a lot like capitalization. But think about why. Its because you've been broken in. You've been trained like a pup. A particularly naughty pup too. The reason I called you, the gentle reader(hehe...gentle), a trained pup is because from a young age you were taught Right and Wrong. You were brought up to know and believe certain things and I'm not saying there is a problem with those great values your Mom and Pop instilled in you, but why did they teach you embarrassment. Before you try to argue that embarrassment isn't learned, have you ever seen an animal be embarrassed in the wild? I haven't and I've watched quite few shows on Animal Planet in my time. Not a single blush or hiding after slipping up. Why do humans need this too? SO that we're civilized I guess. But what about "uncivilized" people, yes even they have that silly thing called embarrassment, though the standards aren't the same as our own. Ridiculous, isn't it? That society deigns to control the color of your face. Is it right that someone else decides what makes you squirm? Probably not, but it happens. So next time you start to blush or feel awkward, just look around and ask yourself: "Who controls my emotional state?"

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That Asshole Darwin and Flying Monkeys

Right, so I am the asshole here. I will balance Andrews level head and lack of assumptions. I will lay waste to logic- it makes no sense- You can prove anything. I will do it with a truly unique wrting style: straight from the stains of inner America and a stream of conciousness taint that will merely confuse most. DEAL. This doesnt have to make logical sense. You understand and that's all that matters (ex. remember when teachers made you show your work even though you got the right answer...?). We will not get any more creative alone, but Ill be damned if the sobering experience of the world won't give us something new to bitch about. That made no sense. Go cry.



I hate natural selection. It is the devil’s plaything. Darwin stole all my fun, well maybe not Darwin, but he told me I would never have any more fun and that is insolence I will not tolerate. Without Darwin I could have lived in ignorant bliss of the fact that I will never in this suppository of existence have to defend myself against a flying monkey (eg. Wizard of Oz). No, I will never truly appreciate my existence in anything more than theory, and if Charles were alive I can assure you that at least once a month threatening bricks would break his windows (windows... such an ugly word) for his raping of my dreams in this fleeting life.
Let me clarify, and for some of the ignorant among the readers, I compel you stop here.

Good. Now those of us who are actual products of the theory rather than detrimental regurgitations of this backward horrible repugnance of nature holding the world to slow random change splintered by the recessions that only minority realize are faced-- can continue to read. (More and more convoluted until only I can understand what is going on here. This is my head- no filter- access- I dare you try.) ((I am not sure that was either relevant or necessary.))

Like I said, I wish that I would see flying monkeys attack. Life would never be so interesting. I fain wish that I could beat off (no---- but yes?) those devils from above each day on my way to school from the parking lot. Those iconic creatures that haunt every nook and cranny, for some of us occupy the same closets as our abuses, never seem to be real. I’m pissed- not just because we’re out of fruit loops.

Ignoring the fact that Darwin’s ideas are shit—seriously, how can human life be the best thing in millions of years of natural practice- either his ideas suck or nature does. Nature does not suck, from what I was told until it spewed from every orifice: God is nature; however, if God is flawed and God created man in his image; then man is flawed; the fact I exist contradicts this; so we must accept the secondary (sounds sort of like the argument for no god- can’t prove it so must be the other...? fuck me... it all makes sense now). Anyway, Darwin tells me I am never going to see a good change, like monkeys developing wings, or vampires coming back (they existed just 20 years ago I’m told), or dragons eating that gutter-slut Guinevere. That upsets me- the Katrina inside shall not calm.

We were better when we were not the top of the food chain. We felt so much more and took so much more pleasure. Every last moment that we were alive was an adventure. We created so many advances to get along. We invented genocide to decrease the food sources and thus decrease our predators. We* destroyed anything that held us back from the survival of the day—dodos being an example.
*Remember that this time I us the plural 1st person I am in reality referring to the singular of the same.

What I am trying to say is that every time we took a step away from all those around us we grew further away from what life is really about and started to get tied down by the restraints of our own strength. We created games to entertain our instincts that by now have been willingly to hell: the economy, art (specifically modern- in all seriousness, this raucous, belligerent insult to humanity would not be anything lost if someone would devastate each and every last modern art gallery with fire- this is a call to arms), and the idea of “self esteem”.
If vampires would team up with killer flying monkeys to carry off our children and actually provide come sort of challenge to our lazy gutless selves maybe these puerile ideas of glory, expectations of fair fights, and the general theories of adult “age” would dissipate into what they are worth. Nothing.

We are left with two options go forwards or backwards. Those ignorant who are still reading as I implored against are about to get a mind fuck- we take both (yea, go to hell, you should’ve listened). We must both go back in time and grow monkey/vampire hybrids.
The abhorrent among us have just left. Thank you.

The back in time thing, yes, we need to travel back in time. Backwards is sometimes a good thing, especially ideas, we see this every day in the rural parts of our country. They push us to better our ideas, and to truly see how disappointing human faith can become. By backward in time I am obviously referencing the Invasion of England in 1066. We need to go back to that and stop English history. The crap that constantly is spewed from the mouths of people my age is astounding. They don’t SHUT. UP.

THINK.

I am proposing that we stop the history of English development and thus the abominations that spill forth from the grungy crevasses of today’s youth in their papers, speeches, and everyday usage. Sometimes I question the value of Literacy itself.
That tirade was tangential at best. It has nothing actually to do with the argument. It did, however, allow me to skin the cat that is required of me by dicking with readers who try to question my pure thought.

Whatever. We must go forward. We must all find a new reason to stay alive past blasé games invented to occupy the imbecilic masses. I predict vampire monkeys for the future—but we need something now (ha ha -insert Cheney reference here-). For now that we all see (how fears string us out like crack) maybe we can accept death and get out of this life alive.

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The Iconic First Post

A real-life blog, imagine that. Forrest and I discussed it for a few days and we thought, Why not? So here it is post number one in our new blog. Hopefully it will be somewhat insightful and interesting. The idea is to give a somewhat younger point-of-view on the world in general. No off-limit topics here, its all up for grabs. There's a lot wrong in the world today and so many people are numb to it. Forrest and myself are always intrigued and drawn to these issues and want to confront them in our own ways. SO without further ado, Your Insolence Will Not Be Tolerated's first post.

Now that the whole introduction bit is over I want to get right to it. Why are Americans so afraid of everything? It makes no sense for a nation that prides itself on over the top patriotism, heroism, and bravery that we would be so shelled up and cushioned against the world. Look at it this way, politicians are the people's servants yet they must always protect themselves from the people. Why else would they use all that bulletproof glass in their motorcades and be followed by top security all the time? Remember when campus police tasered a student at forum featuring John Kerry? And yet across the world in the country of Pakistan where speech isn't always free, Benazir Bhutto returning from self-imposed exile rode in an open bus with no barrier whatsoever between her and the people. She subjected herself to whatever attacks were planned by her opposition, which turned out to be massive bomb attacks. Bhutto knew the risks too, it was discovered she wrote a sealed letter, to be opened if she died that day, about who should be investigated in relation to her killing. That's bravery, patriotism, heroism all at once. Now I'm not asking U.S. political figures to ride around on buses, waiting for someone to detonate bombs in their vicinity but couldn't they all just take a little time to be truly there for the people instead of pretending like they are better than everyone else whilst hiding behind the tinted glass of their armored limos or riding in their secure helicopters.

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