Fear and Death

Faces lit up with desire. It was the night of nights and everyone was there. Only one more hour. One more to know. One more to see. One more to be. But wait.


It had already happened then! Then had been and came to stay. The feeling was one that never went away. It sat inside their souls and ate away like a cannibal at the fire side of their destruction.

First to go were those with forward thoughts and desires. Those that saw what was there and were open about it and to it.

Next were those who did not believe in the cannibal teachings of long ago. They were taken the farthest away. Their cages and chains made just for them. (They were feared the most.)

Then those who say no reason to kill just because they were told to do so. They had no passion for the act and could not be convinced. They were forced and put onto the front of battle.

Then the scared and frail ruled the earth because they took everyone else away. Till disease took them away as well, to leave the earth to the animals that they so long denied.

Drunk Death to Tax Dollars

Taxes were increased and budgets moved so that a new campaign for the stoppage of drunk drivers could start. But, the Kansas City Star has just announced that fatal vehicle accidents, due to alcohol, have increased! This increase in taxes has done nothing to keep Mid-West driver's safer. We saw this first hand when a Fort Osage teenager was killed by an underage drunk driver in Independence just a few weeks ago.


It seems like all of the campaign money was spent on the advertisement of the program; and none of it spent on what it was named for. The slogan writers must have made a killing writing phrases like: “You drink, you drive, you lose” (Not too far off considering the loss of lives that have not been prevented.) “Over the limit, Under arrest”, (I only wish they followed through on that one.)

Plus, we cannot forget all the money spent on prime time television commercials! They looked good, all professionally done and slick! Shoot, just think of all the air time that had to be paid for. One could not watch television without seeing that commercial.

I see it much like 90’s cartoons that spoke out against deforestation. They saw a huge beautiful tree cut down and put onto a belt to be shaved down, then after all the shaving was done, an elevator button dropped out of the product door. When told that elevator button sales were a great market (I will not take the time to bludgeon my reader about the analogy to scare tactics and money here.) our heroes would ask what happened to the rest of the tree. At that, the shot moved to a fire and we see all the rest of the tree being dropped into it to burn for no other reason than to get rid of what was left… This seems to be what they did with our tax dollars to remove drunk drivers.

From now on, please use the money for something other than scare tactics. It didn’t work; it won’t work that way, and hundreds have paid for the mistake with their lives.

Fort Hood, The President, and Death of Needless Proportions.

Tragedy is on everyone’s mind. What is to be said of those events that took place? Much. Too much. But at the same time, not nearly enough. Those who died on November 5th will be remembered not just today, but for history. These events were not like events that had taken place in the past; but many of the details have been lied about and only given has half truths to the American people. To not speak out about these tragedies, that align themselves with this memorial service, would be as Un-American as not taking the time to remember these fallen men and women.

President Obama stated many beautiful and eloquent statements during his speech at Fort Hood. Some of them, I feel, spoke to any American who listened; others would have been caught up into the emotion of the situation, and others would have listened and been astonished, taken back, and ashamed. He stated that those who gave thier lives will be remembered, and that they will be seen as heroes. All of that was very true. These were great people. Two of them were highly educated and very intelligent. One could barely speak English when he came to the United States but learned and went on to get a PhD. in psychology. A very challenging field when language can be a barrier. Another was educated in medicine and was so dedicated that he returned to serve only three weeks after a heart attack, all at the age of 62.

But, the ceremony was very religiously baised. Prayers from very Christian perspectives were given, and readings from the book of Christian basis were read several times. The President even made mention of god several times in his speech and said,” "No faith justifies these murderous and craven acts; no just and loving God looks upon them with favor". Sadly, this is very false. Even quoting the same book they used one will read the heinous acts of violence there in, such as:

God then told them to do the same to King Og of Bashan. The Israelites therefore "slaughtered them and left no survivor.” The book of Psalms cites these massacres as proof that the Lord's "love endures forever." In resettling the Israelites after the Egyptian sojourn, God instructed them to steal the land of seven nations. And he told them to "not to leave any creature alive. You shall annihilate them. . . ." As a result, the Israelites utterly wiped out various peoples. An example is when Joshua's army attacked Jericho and "put everyone to the sword, men and women, young and old. . . ." Later, the Lord told Joshua to do the same to the people of Ai. In obedience to the Lord's commands, Joshua's army did likewise too many other cities. The Israelites "put every living soul to the sword until they had destroyed every one; they did not leave alive any one that drew breath." If the accounts given in the Bible are accepted, there were millions of men, women, and children exterminated in this conquest of the Promised Land. Even forced sex is consecrated when, “So he ordered the soldiers to "kill every male dependent, and kill every woman who has had intercourse with a man, but spare for yourselves every woman among them who has not had intercourse." Shortly thereafter, God gave Moses instructions for distributing the captive virgins among the fighting men and the community.

Our president also stated that the shooter was kept alive so he could stand trial. This was to show how the American justice system is right and just. This is sadly very untrue. This man will stand trial if he survives to that time; but to anyone who takes the time to discern what was really going on, they will know that he was kept alive to be questioned; and to see if he was working alone, or with a group as a matter of national security and military intelligence. What they will not tell you is that he will probably be tortured to get the information out of him if he does not speak openly of what his motives were. I am far to say what he did was right. But to make a charade of the justice system further undermines the legal system that the United Sates uses, and furthermore, the bold faced lies of the Commander and Chief further undermine the public’s view of him. I know I would actually feel safer if he did tell us why this man was kept alive, and that every last bit of information would be gotten out of him for the sake of national security and safety. Sugar coating actions this serious has a feeling of making the American people feel less capable of grasping and comprehending the severity of the situation. It is just as bad/sad as when the Bush administration made us feel in danger at all times with “terror alerts” and grossly exaggerated claims of a country wishing to do harm to the United States with “weapons of mass destruction”. Additionally, that we should lean on the government because we could never survive without their complete control and our allowance of their decisions at all costs.

This also seems divergent of what really stemmed this war. It has been proven time and again that Iraq was not a part of the 9-11 attacks. They did not have the backing of Al-Qaeda, nor were they backing Al-Qaeda. Yes, they did meet a few times, but it was seen that they had “ideological differences” that kept them from teaming up together no matter what their “common enemy” was. It was just like the Black Panthers and the KKK wishing to get together because they believed unilaterally in racial purity; but they disagree so greatly on what race “is pure” and what religion is “right” that they could never work together.

Also, many soldiers enlisted to retaliate against those who were a part of the crashing of planes into the Twin Towers. Even one of those lost in the Fort Hood shootings is now famously remembered as saying that when she was told that she could not take on Bin Laden by herself she retorted, “Watch me!” I would hope that we can see that these soldiers wished to help their country. They did not wish to find themselves killing innocent women, children, and the elderly in a country that did not attack the United States. They now see that America’s involvement in Iraq as more “imperialistic expansion” than any bit of “protecting Americans from terrorists”. They know firsthand terrorists were not in great numbers in Iraq until it was seen by these extremists as a place where they could engage Americans in battle. Let us not lose focus of what is truly important to the American people. Let our sights not be taken from the real issues of life and death of our fellow Americans, (civilian and military) in matters of true importance, that affect the American people, not just today, but for generations to come.

Technobabble.

Technology has increased, but humanity's ability to logically understand the world around it, has decreased.

The Glow.

“Come into the light. Come see me, feel me, touch me.” The voices seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere. The voices came from my own head. I looked into the room where they tried to keep me for so many years. I was too stifled there to breathe. I was being told exactly what to feel and how to think. The presents of that glowing tube was always there. Though not always on, it never seemed to be off. Every image was there; but it always moved. It told a story, or it “informed”. Why do we have this glowing box in our home?

It feels just like when we have certain books around ourselves, at all times, but they are never read. I have known several people who carry one specific book all the time; but they know almost nothing of what is written inside. It is just like carrying a brief case that only comic books are kept.

An ideology stands. There they put a famous man, said to have conquered death. But all the things he claimed to have said… They act in an exact opposite manor. “To offer the other cheek” of yourself has turned to “Blow their mother-fucking face OFF!”

Even the view of “God and Country” is blasphemous. He stated to “Give unto Caesar what is Caesar’s” to keep him out of harm, and to tell his followers to only do only what is absolutely needed for the government you are under. Pay you “debt” to society but to never forget what is most needed and asked for.




How can it so easily be misconstrued?

Small town fears.

Yesterday, I was wasting time, and chatting away my life with a few past friends and co-workers long lost to time. As is always the case, they asked what I am doing with myself these days. I tell em how I am looking for the 9-5, and in the mean time, doing as much writing as I can get in with my limited ability at the craft. At this they always ask what I am writing and the same answer always comes about. I tell em I’m working on a couple of novels and I am working on a work of political ethics/philosophy that I am very proud of. They press to know more... As per the usual, I tell them more of the specifics and, usually, they become more intrigued. Not this time!

As soon as I mention the occult (nothing more than the simple use of the word) and they suddenly disappear and I get a message telling me I am no longer able to converse with this person through facebook. No issue to me. I never really had any significant conversations with her before, anyways. So, I thought nothing of it.

But, then - I get a threatening e-mail from her husband. (Whom I have never talked with in the whole of my life.) He told me to never contact her again and that there was no way I could have known her in real life. (I worked at the same place she did for YEARS...) My only response was to the e-mail was the only 1 I saw to be correct to the situation, “The only one doing/saying anything threatening is you. And if you ever do it again I will go to a higher power source.” Thankfully I did not hear from him again, but it sure helped me to remember why I am taking the time to write what I am; maybe it will have an impact and help to get rid of that kind of fear and open hatred. Maybe not, but I will have done what I could with what I saw as the best way to get it done. (More on that later.)

Where did the great writers go?

        What do I find to love?  To fill my time with? Books, my wife, a few people, and my thoughts, are my most pleasurable things. Each day comes and goes. But when I look back on my day, and find myself the happiest, it is when I have sat and read, talked with my wife for hours, and got to spend my time thinking over what I read, and where those thoughts lead me for the day.

       It is rare to find me reading the work of a writer that is alive today. So few current writers have found anything new to write about, and their style does not touch what was done over one hundred years ago. Tolstoy, Dostoevsky, Crowley, Nietzsche, and Heidegger changed literature as it was known. They took the narrative and found new ways to express it and bestow information upon us that enlightened us.


       Tolstoy told history like no other thought it could be done. Dostoevsky finally got one deeply into the mind of his characters. One knew just what they were thinking without needing to be told. In The Idiot we could see and feel the interactions of the characters, not just from what actually took place in his words, but from what they were thinking and feeling. We knew the emotions and internal conflicts more than any other part of this amazing novel. We almost didn’t care about the action until it finally exploded, and forced us take account of its happenings.

       Crowley and Nietzsche made us question the world and all our former religious beliefs. No longer did we just go into our religious congregations and simply follow what we were being told for face value any more. Both were deemed the Anti-Christ for looking into what was actually there, deeply and philosophically. No longer would the interpretations of the pulpit be solely satisfactory. They refused to simply believe what was told to them, and  taking the Buddha’s advice, questioned everything. And if that was not shocking enough; their use of language put them far above any other writer during their time. Reading their work has a flow that did not come out of any other writer. Even the headiest concepts of Nietzsche just flowed without hesitation. While any other writer would have stumbled to find the right words (and how to connect these ideas onto a page with cohesion)  this man knew just how to write so one is not only drawn into beautiful and poignant ideas, but it awed by its flow and perfect decorum of word usage. One’s only regret of reading him will be that there is not enough! The heart aches for more but there is none!

       Heidegger took the ideas of all the great thinkers before him. He gathered all of them together and created a new frame work of use; a new and useful system that awed and transfixed its readers. And if the ideas and intermingling of these thoughts and practices were not enough, he changed German word usage to what it is today. These changes not only affected the readers of his country, and his time, but changed language around the world. “Nesses” added to the end of a word would not impact us as it does today if were not for his writings; and that is only one example. Even translations of books, in other languages, are now translated with the current way of word usage brought about by Heidegger’s sentence and word structure. Even those who were too simpleminded to understand his theories benefited by this man’s ability to write and express himself in printed word.



Will literature one day return to these great minds and writers? Or will we suffer to be spoon fed by simpletons and baboons of the human languages forever? I only hope we return to seeing what the greatest did, and learn.

Thinking, and reading, to find out why.

If I were to say that I can feel when I should turn to a certain book, you would say I am crazy. But I can. I reach for one book, it will push me away and I will feel a repulsion and metaphysical sting. But when I reach out to read another book, or passage, I can feel myself being drawn to it. It is almost as if I was in connection with the writer and somehow am drawn magickally to the correct passage at just the right time.

This week I was drawn to Schopenhauer. It was perfect for me to read that he felt that reading books did not give ideas but only allowed the reader into the mind frame of that writer at the time of his writings of that passage. To recieve and have ideas are totally different thing. Ones need to be in the world around them to be able to truly have original thought.

Then, I read Nietzsche, and he said very similar things, but he spoke against scholars who would go through 200 books in a day and just glean a little bit of information. They were a wealth of knowledge, but of no real use because they are only telling the ideas of others they have memorized. I know when I was reading voraciously I felt that same feeling. These were great ideas but they were not my own. Pirsig wrote about needing to know the ground work of philosophy, but there is so much of it that it would take two life times just to get into the information. That time frame would only allow one to get the ground work without ever getting into their own thoughts.


Time to write mine.

Chair Legs, Duct Tape, Cops, and Strays? Where did that come from?

The police might have been tipped off by people in fear. It is not a 1st time this has come about. Fear of the unknown has always been used as a means to control the people. In the Dark Ages it was any one who opposed the Pope. During the time leading up to World War II those to fear were the Jews. During World War II, in The United States, it was anyone of oriental decent. Fear of Blacks and Hispanics, by whites, have lead to false arrests and convictions based on racial prejudices.

All of these lead to horrible occurrences. The Pope led The Crusades. Fear of the Jews caused mass exterminations of them, during World War II, at the hands of the Nazis. Fear of oriental people caused the building and use of concentration camps in the United States; with false convictions of minorities blemishing the face of the United States Judicial system. Of course I could go into many more cases, but I feel the greatest threat to liberty and freedom now is the lack of true freedom of religion in the United States. Most of this comes from the fear emanating from the citizens who are ignorant of other religion. They fear what they do not know.

My old band, The Hyred Goons, would put up fliers promoting our shows with satanic imagery to try to help us gain interest on the campus and in the community. Although we laughed about how cheesy they were our newest bassist made a comment that maybe they were taken seriously. Though we laughed at him, he felt that there was a really good chance that several of those fliers were actually on file at the police department. He knew firsthand what it was like to be feared from ignorance.

Back just before I knew him, he had been pulled out of his car and put on the ground at rifle point because “He looked like someone the police were looking for”. They tore his whole car up looking for drugs that he never had. (At that time in his life, he never imbibed alcohol on any occasion; let alone any other drug.) But because his hair is long and he wears a full faced beard he had to be scary and a criminal. No one took the time to care that that look was simple a family look that had been passed on for generations, and in all those generations, they have been very law abiding citizens. But this did teach him to fear those who carry guns.

Even as a band we were harassed by the police. Each time we got done with a rehearsal we would go for a walk around the town. We used this as a great opportunity to be together and in that time we learned a great deal about the town in which we lived in. We found the caves that were used in the Underground Railroad, we got to see the old courthouses, houses, and learn about them from the historical markers in front of them. Almost all of our walks were educational in some way. We would learn about each other, the town, or unexplored parts we’d never seen with our own eyes. One day we learned a great deal about the police.

We were talking one of our walks around town and it was Spring Cleaning for many people. They had a ton of things out at the curb. Some of it was still useful and we picked some of it up as we were on our way. Also, a dog decided to follow us on our walk.

This dog loved to walk right into oncoming traffic. It was as if the thing should have been a moth. When it saw light, there it went, right into the middle of the road so that he could be hit without any extra effort on the part of the driver. But, being the animal lovers we were, or at least not wanting to see an animal killed in front of us, we did all we could to keep this poor, dumb animal out of direct harm’s way.

One of the vehicles that we tried to save it from was a police car. We did all that we could to keep it out of the road, this included surrounding it so it was blocked from the street. As the car drove on our friend said, “I bet he’s turning around and calling for back-up”. We laughed about it. But sure enough, that is what happened. The officer stopped and told us to come to the car as another patrol vehicle come to a stop at the top of the hill. We were surrounded.

This officer took each one of us aside and asked us everything he could think of. (Not very much...) He asked us what we were doing with that dog. Though he suggested we were peeing on it, we simply said, “He keeps following us. We have never seen him before in our lives.” He asked my wife what drugs she was on and where they were. (She has never been a drug user.) He searched me. (For drugs or weapons and found nothing.) He asked what I was doing with the things I had picked up. “He’s just a pack rat and thinks he could make use of it. It was in their trash and no mess was made.” After not finding anything he could use against us, he finally allowed us to be away from his halitosis that even the gum he was chewing could not cover up.

Although harassed and belittled, it did give us the name of our album “Chair Legs, Duct Tape, Cops, and Strays” which we released on June sixth of 2006.

Go to: The Hyred Goons web page to hear it,

Either/Or A Fragmentation of my life. Was it good or bad? It sure was words on a computer screen.

Isn't it strange how some 1 you know can have such a great impact on you....?

Current mood:Indulgent

Category: Friends

On Sunday (Back in April) I had some time to sit down to a news paper. Though this is not something I do on a normal basis, I did apon this day. I was reading through the local part of the paper and came to the anniversary and engagement section. Laughing to myself, I stated that I always find myself not knowing any of those involved in these celebrations. But, as I looked through it, I chuckled that one of the ladies looked like an old friend of mine that I had, at 1 time, been very close to. Thinking that it could not be her I did not even think about it. Then I saw the names of the soon-to-be bride's parents. They were my old friend's! OMG! She's getting married to the son of one of my college professors! OMG! This is so cool. Totally a shock to no end, and I could not be happier for her. I heard she'd been through alot sence I'd been around her via her mother. So this bit of good luck and potential of great things was a great sight to see.I thought about the times I knew her and was close to her. Then I thought about how these interactions had such a great impact on my life!

I met her @ a music camp while both of us were in high school. She was very outgoing and I was quite the shy and quiet guy. She came up to me one of the days and we walked to the new library and talked for hours on end. We continued to see each other durring the camp and near it's end we exchanged e-mail addresses and went apon our seperate ways.

As time went on our e-mails turned to chatting and evetually I asked her to come to a high school homecomming dance with me. Beyond my comprehention, then or now, my mom suggested that she come and spend the weekend of the dance @ our house! She'd come up, see the game and half time show, spend that night, go to the dance the next night, stay another night, and go back home on that Sunday.This did end up working out and we had a grand time other than I was sicker than a dog. Though forbidden we spent our nights in my room talking and hanging out, swapping stories, and jumping @ every sound that came from any part of the house! @ the dance we had a wonderful, if not reserved, time being with those I knew and had introduced her to @ the game the night before. Though the week end seemed to fly by, she went back home, and soon after made a request, by e-mail, to be my girl friend. Although the relationship did not last long, she was my first girl friend. Little did I know how much more she was going to influence me.

Though only friends we continued to e-mail and chat. She told me of all the things going on in her life and eventually I learned why she had broken up with me. Though I should give more detail to my reader, I will only say that situations were of the upmost in drama and family conflict and I more than understood her need to part ways, and to be with those who could be with her in person and comfort her.

Time went on and we both got into new relationships. We still talked, but only as friends, still antisipating our next encounters at the next music camp. There I was her buddy. You'd think we'd been joined at the hip. If you saw one of us you saw the other. I was also her confessor. New life experiences had come into her life and some of them could have had life long concequences. I was there to talk w/ her and be there as the friend she needed. The week went on with us as close as ever and talks of, maybe, being a couple again. We parted ways to once again be friends through the internet.

The decision to pick my college had come to it's time limit. I needed to choose where to go. I had scholarships to any school I'd like to go to. Each audition I did was met with $ and a promise of a great education. But my friend and I had been talking alot. She was sure she was getting out of a relationship, and I was the one she wanted to be with when the timing was right. With this information I knew I wanted to be able to be near her when we made this progression, so I chose the school closest to where she lived.

I moved there in late summer to start the marching band season. Every time I had a chance to go see her I went. I was there nearly every day and durring this time my friend saw that we were not ment to be. (This also ment she had 'better' prospectives in wait.) Even though we did not get back together as a couple I became close friends with her parents at this juncture. It came that I called her mom, my mom. When I needed something a mom can only do; I'd come to her. She also became my spiritual adviser and mentor. What she taught me and showed me still affect me to this day.

Time went on and my college courses started. I made the top jazz band (as a freshman) and there I met the woman who is now my wife. My wife and I met and in that week we were the best of friends. We seemed to be what the other needed and life continued on without my old friend untill one day, much later on, we ran into each other while I was on a walk and we got to talking again. She was with a guy I went to high school with but we still wanted to catch up a bit on each other's lives. We talked and got each other's phone #s and talked very sporadically.

As time went on my life headed down hill, till one day I called this old friend to see what she was up to. She told me she was throwing an apartement warming party and I should come over and meet her friends. I was there as fast I could get there. She had drinks, and as she headed out the door to get more, she told me to help myself to what was there. She'd be back asap. Boy did I ever! I was so loaded by the time she returned I don't even remeber her getting back. I was making an ass of myself and getting sicker all the time. @ this she took me back home to sleep it off. Little did she know that I had alcohol poisoning from my binge. If I had not passed out on my belly I'd be dead today.

Although this sounds like it would be horrible, and it was, it was another turning point in my life. When I came back home from the hospital my (now) wife told me she found me passed out and could not wake me so she had to call an ambulance. (Much more to that story but will be in another writing.) This near death experience turned my life around. I went into everything at full tilt. I was in school again, I got married, started a band, and changed religions in what seemed like no time @ all. I became who I was wanting to be. Nothing was to stop me again.

Though some bumps in the road have taken place sence then; I have continued on that path. I still am going, with a few detoures, but I'd going into life in a way that would make Voltaire himself proud.

While thinking over the rest of Sunday, I saw how much impact one single person had had on me. A person whom I did not spend much time with in face to face contact, but one that changed me so greatly. Was all the change good? Maybe not. Looking back she was just words on a computer screen. But it did create the person I am now. It caused me to choose where I went to school. (Maybe I should have gone to a better school; maybe the one my dad went to, or maybe the largest universaty in the state...) But this inter-personal relationship swayed me. These decisions put everything that followed into motion. It even caused another major turn further on down the road. But I'm here! This is who I am! Thank you! If you ever read this, all I can say is WOW! Who would have ever known, while it was all going on, that this is what it would come to??

"Freedom is what you do with what has been done to you." - Jean-Paul Sartre.

Sample from my Philisophical work.

I believed we all thought that the witch hunts were over. Once every one was required to read The Crucible in high school, I believed that we all learned that the scape-goating of ‘witches’ was a bad thing. We should have seen how this was nothing more that a grand scare with no real backing or rational behind it.

Those that were found and tried as witches were simply people who were not the common crowd. They were loners or eccentrics. Not people wishing to cause harm to children, like it was claimed they were. We all know that the children who were acting out these atrocities were simply children looking for excitement. When they saw how much power they had they took it for all it was worth. If some one came against them they turned the authorities (who now hung on their each and every word) after them.

But this still happens today. One would think that 400 years later the ousting of witches would no longer apply. Especially in a country that founds itself on freedom; especially when freedom of religion is one of the main points it is supposed to stand behind. How can one say its people are free to practice any religion they deem fit when the instruments of their choosing are used against them as evidence in criminal cases? Even the books one chooses to read or to use in religious practice can be used against them with the moniker of “It was strange and out of place so we took it in as evidence”?

This is wrong!

The Satanic Bible is a book of philosophy with one of its main points being “Freedom to the responsible”. This simply means that those who can handle freedom should have it but those who can not handle themselves need to be kept in check. Why should “authority” hold this book against some one? Is that not one of the main points of the United States? Is this not a large part of “The American Dream”?

So when someone has a copy of The Satanic Bible at the scene of a crime, should they be punished more than any one else having committed the same crime? I believe any non-religiously bias ethicist would say “Absolutely not!” But that is not what is commonly found to happen. Charges get grossly blown out of proportion and evidence changed to further damn those involved. All this happens in the name of “Stopping Satanic Crime” and those who use Satan as a tool for criminology, even when this is far from the actual/factual case.

Ethical political responsibility.

Have you ever lost a job with the reasoning being “Your representation of this company has not been to the caliper that this company likes to have presented to the community”? Though this has not happened to me, it can be a common reason for dismissal from a place of employment. Each day comes and goes and we are presenting many different things to many different people. For some, we may be representing ourselves as a member of a family, a public official, or maybe the face of a large corporation. Whoever we are, we are seen by the public through our work or simply seen in the public. When one of these high focal figures of a company makes a huge mistake we have it thrown in our faces by the media. It gets to the point where we cannot get away from knowing about what’s going on in their lives, much like with what is going on with David Letterman now. But these are just social figures. For the most part, what they do has almost no affect on us other than the knowledge being bestowed upon us by the media and the personal feelings this knowledge bestows upon us.

How come when something that really affects us, and those close to us, we rarely know about it? If new laws have been put into place we are rarely informed in a timely manner. Sometimes a poor soul does not know about the law change until they are being punished by this law change. What about when a politician votes in a way counter to those he or she is appointed to represent? We have to have a finger firmly on the pulse of politics to even find out. Why aren’t these things news? It may not be the most ethical thing for a well known figure to have an affair or have money stolen from them. But that really isn’t our business. That is a personal matter for them and those it involves. But a vote by a politician does affect us all! This is what should be in the news. We should be getting informed about what is changing and transpiring in the legal and political world around us. We need to know what kind of job a politician is doing to know if we want them continuing that line of work. What we don’t need to know about is who they take their clothes off with. I know who cares and why its news, but this should be the last part of their lives that we know about. Who they choose to fuck, no matter the ethical connotation, really does not affect what laws are put into place in any level of normal practice. So, let’s hold these people responsible in areas that actually matter!