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Normally this time of the year leaves me with a political hard-on. The campaigning, the debates, the upcoming Presidential election for 2012…it’s sexy to me, all of it. However, this year has not only left me unstimulated, but intellectually flaccid as well. Campaigns used to be about promoting one’s agenda and platform, coupled with their ideals and over-the-top promises of change and restructure. It was genuine. Well, as genuine as politics can be. So not at all, in other words. But that’s not the point. Campaigning was the promotion of self, and debates were the same. A candidate would discuss and debate a current topic of importance and the candidates would verbally spar with vicious intent to catch the other in a backtracking of their own words. That, to me, is beautiful. And while, in every election for every seat of importance since Jesus, there is a fair amount of irrelevant material thrown about, this year seems to have more more than normal. Specifically, the topic of irrelevance being religion.

I understand that, in general, the GOP is associated with conservative Christian ideals and those ideals are sometimes implemented into politics. I understand that left wing liberals or center independents are more likely to have less traditional religious views. I also understand that religion plays a small role in politics, though I believe it should not. Lately, it seems to be all that matters. This morning while perusing through CNN hoping to find something stimulating, I found nothing but articles about candidates bashing each other’s religious views, and supporters of specific religions doing the same to those not affiliated with their religion. Not only did it bore me to fucking tears, but it takes away the sanctity of politics. Separation of church and state? Anyone? Not sure why but that sounds familiar. Probably not important, though.

Right. Moving along.

Again, there’s a clear association with religion and politics. Why? That’s not rhetorical…why? Pastor Robert Jeffress dissed Presidential candidate Mitt Romney by saying his religion, Mormonism, is a cult. That comment spun into shitstorm of religious defenses as each candidate has apparently digressed to their 5th grade self. Religious debate is relevant, maturity levels and focus are apparently not.

I’m not sure if anyone’s aware or not, but it’s not 1095. The Crusades are over. Whether Christianity is “better” than Mormonism to me seems petty. Are Joseph Smith and Jesus going to battle North Korea, China, or the entire Middle East for America? No? Are either going to re-stimulate the US job market or economy? No? Okay. Then shut the fuck up about which goddamn religion you should be voting for. The Presidential seat isn’t a religious seat. All of this religious incorporation into the debates and campaigning are taking away for matters of importance. Also, I’m still left without a political hard-on. Someone needs to get on that.

…Not literally.


I control my thoughts. I control my actions. I control my everyday routine. I control my guard that keeps both females and friends at a distance. I control my health, or lack thereof. I control my diction and articulation. I control my potential for triumph, and possibility of defeat. I control me. You control you. Though there are are other forces that control all of us – a higher power, if you believe in that; a government, if you subscribe to that; a credo, if you’re inspired by that – we’re all ultimately in control of ourselves, intrinsically. It’s not just an inalienable right granted to us by these great United States, it’s a power that weakens us – a weakening power – how’s that for a nonsensical juxtaposition?

I brainstormed for this post and realized that it was ridiculous to brainstorm an idea that should come from deep within. It shouldn’t need to be brainstormed, it should flow freely. I then realized that I bind my creativity by control. It’s not something anyone else has imposed on me, it’s my own error. That error is how I’ve lived the past twenty-eight years of my life. What the fuck, right? This thought applies not only to politics, but just about every single aspect of our lives. Even if you don’t think you’re a control freak, you’re wrong, to an extent. Do you measure the amount of sugar you put in your coffee every morning? Do you keep tabs on the speed you drive to work? Do you dismiss crazy ideas or recommendations your friends give, about anything? Everyone does. Why?


This won't ever be me.

It’s part of the human condition to want to control your normalcy, whatever that might be, and to limit the amount of crazy or the unexpected. Just the same as you’re conditioned not to walk into oncoming traffic, you’re conditioned to keep things unfamiliar out of your life unless you’re almost certain it won’t interrupt your journey toward happiness. However, control isn’t simply keeping the bumper of a 2003 Ford Explorer out of your grill, it’s keeping you from living the uncertainty that is life. Lots of people write about living your life and letting go, and being free. Fuck all of that sappy, cliche, quasi-religious talk. This post isn’t about the mistakes you’re making by controlling your environment and safety – it’s about knowing the difference between keeping control at arm’s length, and allowing yourself to be open to all that is life – to understand the adaptation that every minute of every day offers.

I’m a happy person, but I find myself getting angry or frustrated with things that are out of my control. I find my days impacted by stupid shit I can’t do anything about. I find my ear-to-ear grin erased by the ridiculous actions or words of someone who should have absolutely no significance on my facial expression. That, in and of itself, has inspired this rant. I understand that’s contradictory – writing about outside influences not getting to you, while this post is inspired by the aforementioned. Shut up. Stay focused.

President Obama has made a lot of strives toward the right as of late, and whether they’ve been to boost his 2012 election support or appease the quandary that is Congress, I don’t care. What I do care about is the change from his initial platform to get things done. I don’t need to delve deep into his psyche to figure why he’s made the decisions he’s made, I simply need know that the man has embodied change, the very word encapsulating his presidential essence. Hello, irony.

The President’s ability to wrestle his own control to the ground in order to seek the betterment of not only America, but himself as well, is inspiring to me. Granted, all politicians end up digressing from whatever platform got them elected in to their given office, but don’t let that blind you from the progression that takes place throughout that metamorphosis. It gives us an example of how ugliness can transition to beauty given a short time span, or with the push of constituents, current and future. Whatever. Point is, Obama disgusts me as a President, but even he is capable of letting control find a disculpate through the ugliness that blurs it. We should all be so fortunate.

No, I’m not condoning President Obama’s recent actions, nor him himself. I’m simply saying that he’s given us a loose example of letting go of control, when it hinders something beautiful and amazing on the other side of said restriction. Sure, stay in control of your safety. Sure, don’t bang a hooker you know has AIDS. And no, definitely do not run into oncoming traffic as a way to liberate yourself from control. BUT, live, freely, and let control take a back burner to a passion for life, brought to you by an inner insurrection.

If you’re reading this and planning on a Memorial Day coupon-crazy day of shopping, pay close attention – this is for you. It’s stated, obnoxiously and aggressively, year after year, that Memorial Day is not simply a holiday intended to allow for cheaper groceries or pool toys for a weekend. It’s meant to honor fallen soldiers who have created, sustained and allowed us to do whatever it is we do today. I shouldn’t need to explain this, but for some ungrateful souls, Memorial Day isn’t important enough to cherish or honor in the fashion it was initially deemed fit.

Though the majority of Americans are familiar with what this day is meant to remember, not enough are familiar with its origin. It’s something to be remembered. You don’t have to be a fan of America. You don’t have to be a fan of diction or literature. You don’t have to be a fan of war efforts or anything military-related. You don’t even have to be a fan of passion or honor. It’s possible to be lifeless and stoic to all things emotion, and still leave General John A Logan’s General Orders No. 11 with a renewed appreciation, and a tear or two. I’m not the aforementioned stoic, but I certainly cried a little. Like a girl. Okay, I cried a lot, like a crazy pregnant woman. Might have been embarrassing if those tears were inspired from anything other than my appreciation for being an American.

It’s easy to get caught up in your day-to-day agenda and forget how you got there, wherever there might be. There are so many distractions that take away from the beauty in brevity. It’s everywhere. Next time you’re outside, find an ugly tree. An old, beat up, falling apart, withered tree – doesn’t matter what kind or how tall or small. That tree’s grown in American soil. That tree’s seen bad days and good. It’s seen life sprout, and life’s lost. It’s a simple tree. But it’s here because American soldiers have fought for that very land the tree resides on. Beauty in brevity. We’re all the same as that very tree. I don’t care how tough your life has been or will be. You’re still an American, and that’s better than any empirical gift I can imagine. If you can come up with something better, you’re unappreciative.

That American gift comes by way of an unmentionable amount of soldier’s lives. What if someone asked you to die for them so their family and next handful of generations could continue to live here, what would you say? You’d say no. Who would say yes?

…An American soldier. Millions have said yes, since the 18th century. And we’re still here because of them. Memorial Day isn’t meant to honor the lives of those who have died in wars you’re familiar with, it’s meant to remember the entirety of soldiers who have created the open road you’ve found your life on. Memorial Day’s foundation is as beautiful as the very American ground you’re occupying right this second. On May 5th, 1868, General John A. Logan (who, of course, was a Republican ;]) drafted one of the more simple and elegant pieces of writing I’ve ever read. I’m not bias because of Logan’s political affiliation or because I’m turned on by beautiful construction of words collaborated. Again, I could be soulless and emotionless and still find beauty in this piece. On May 5th, 1868, General Logan writes, in his General Orders No. 11:

“The 30th day of May, 1868, is designated for the purpose of strewing with flowers or otherwise decorating the graves of comrades who died in defense of their country during the late rebellion, and whose bodies now lie in almost every city, village, and hamlet church-yard in the land. In this observance no form of ceremony is prescribed, but posts and comrades will in their own way arrange such fitting services and testimonials of respect as circumstances may permit.

We are organized, comrades, as our regulations tell us, for the purpose among other things, “of preserving and strengthening those kind and fraternal feelings which have bound together the soldiers, sailors, and marines who united to suppress the late rebellion.” What can aid more to assure this result than cherishing tenderly the memory of our heroic dead, who made their breasts a barricade between our country and its foes? Their soldier lives were the reveille of freedom to a race in chains, and their deaths the tattoo of rebellious tyranny in arms. We should guard their graves with sacred vigilance. All that the consecrated wealth and taste of the nation can add to their adornment and security is but a fitting tribute to the memory of her slain defenders. Let no wanton foot tread rudely on such hallowed grounds. Let pleasant paths invite the coming and going of reverent visitors and fond mourners. Let no vandalism of avarice or neglect, no ravages of time testify to the present or to the coming generations that we have forgotten as a people the cost of a free and undivided republic.

If our eyes grow dull, other hands slack, and other hearts cold in the solemn trust, ours shall keep it well as long as the light and warmth of life remain to us.

Let us, then, at the time appointed gather around their sacred remains and garland the passionless mounds above them with the choicest flowers of spring-time; let us raise above them the dear old flag they saved from hishonor; let us in this solemn presence renew our pledges to aid and assist those whom they have left among us a sacred charge upon a nation’s gratitude, the soldier’s and sailor’s widow and orphan.

It is the purpose of the Commander-in-Chief to inaugurate this observance with the hope that it will be kept up from year to year, while a survivor of the war remains to honor the memory of his departed comrades. He earnestly desires the public press to lend its friendly aid in bringing to the notice of comrades in all parts of the country in time for simultaneous compliance therewith.

Department commanders will use efforts to make this order effective.
By order of

Commander-in-Chief “

You can detect passion through writing. You don’t have to be James Bond to find General Logan’s passion. If you don’t feel that same passion, you’re less American than you think. Being an American doesn’t simply mean you reside here and pay taxes and/or vote sometimes, if a good game isn’t on. Being an American requires a certain amount of respect and remembrance for those who continue to fight, physically and verbally, for your freedom.

May your words and actions do them justice.

The past handful of months have been politically boring. There has been plenty of stuff going on that warranted bitching and moaning about, but none of it interested me. I’m dramatic, so I need dramatically over the top issues to inspire interest. If you aren’t familiar, understand that Herman Cain is that dramatically over the top issue. That sounded demeaning but it wasn’t meant to be at all. In fact, it’s meant as quite the opposite. Though the 2012 elections are obviously not…until the end of 2012 (you’re welcome), the race is already exciting. I had been dreading the Republican candidates as none did anything for me. None aroused me, verbally, or aesthetically. Jkay, about the aesthetics, but not the verbal excitement. Huckabee, Paul, Romney, Pawlenty, Scott Brown, and even Palin all have their respective upsides. But overall, they’re basically different names on a ballot. And then there’s Herman Cain – he’s articulate, charismatic, fiscally intelligent, a passionate speaker, a self-made success, and a sort of neo-Ronald Reagan. Did you just get hardons and girl boners? I did.

I’m not really gay for Ronald Reagan, but I am extremely gay for his legacy and Presidential heroics. That’s different, right? Reagan was a strong speaker who stuck to his guns, even if they weren’t ideas that were widely accepted. Herman Cain does the same, and he’s, thus far, been willing to spread those ideas with a sort of spicy wit. He’s an old school Conservative, with a new school twist. And I dig that. Never mind the fact that Cain is black and attempting to follow up America’s first induction of a black President, Mr. Obama, the very next term. And never mind the fact that Cain isn’t yet a household name. He will be. Not only has he gained ground with the Tea Party, but Conservatives are becoming more familiar with him as his track record makes him impossible to avoid. He didn’t simply serve one term as a senator and expect to run for President. Weird. He’s got a lifetime’s worth of achievements, both political and personal successes. Also, being black means the 493,985,587,325,421 black and/or Hispanic voters that voted for Obama, will now have a REAL candidate to vote for solely based on skin color. Yeah, I said it. Don’t act like you aren’t aware that Obama won the minority votes based on his skin color. He did. And it’s hardly black. Either way, none of Herman Cain’s success in the past, or future, will have anything to do with his skin color. Black, white, yellow, red, purple…whatever. The man’s got my vote in 2012, unless his platform changes drastically between now and then. If you’re not familiar with it, Google it. I’m not here to research for you and give you statistics and meaningless bullet points depicting Cain’s history. I’m here to tell you that Herman Cain is not just a dark horse candidate for 2012, he’s going to be a front runner.

I will tell you, however, that he does favor the pro-life stance and believes that there are no reason for abortion, even given instances of rape and incest. I strongly disagree. He also favors the Defense of Marriage Act, which I oppose. With America falling apart and all, I could really give less of a shit whether a man and man, or woman and woman marry each other. If they’re able to find love in the same sex, fuck it, let ’em do their thing. While people are complaining about that, I’m going to focus on not letting our American dollar digress to green paper, and disallowing our debt to China to cause us to be Chinese slaves/communist. Those may or may not be more important issues. Though I don’t agree with those two positions, I’ll still take the lesser of…twenty-nine other evils. Cain’s still got my vote for 2012. That is, if the rapture doesn’t start before then. Wait, today’s what day? Tuesday May 24th? That’s weird.

Just kidding. You thought this was going to be a post bitching about Congress, didn’t you? It isn’t. In fact, it’s the opposite. If that bothers you, fist a goat.

Yesterday the Federal shutdown was avoided with a deal negotiated a couple hours before ‘the end.’ Awesome, right? Two sides argued their stances, continued to stick to their guns, not giving way to the other, and finally reached a qasi-happy medium before there was no option to negotiate left. Yet still, all I continue to read and hear about is how shitty Congress is and questions regarding their pay.

Jesus. Christ.

Not only was a government shutdown avoided, which you should be ecstatic about, but the happy medium was one that I feel both liberals and conservatives can feel somewhat okay about. Neither side got exactly what they wanted, but neither gave up all of their packaging or programs, either. I’d say that, given the circumstances, that’s something that should be appreciated to some degree, at least for now. But no, not in America. We’re still going to bitch and moan about how long it took and how much Congresspersons get paid and how embarrassing this has been for America. All of these things might be issues that will arise again, but if you’re focusing on anything other than a Federal shutdown aversion, you’re confused to begin with.

This post isn’t about the specifics of the deal struck. This post is about taking accountability and responsibility for YOURSELF. If I read one more article about how the possible shutdown was the fault of the democrats or republicans, or who should be blamed most, I will punch a baby kitten right in the damn face. It wasn’t one or the other’s fault, it was yours. All of you. Unless you didn’t vote, then you shouldn’t be reading this anyway. But if you voted, left, middle or right, your Congressperson who could not do whatever job you wanted them to do was in that position because YOU put them there. Congress isn’t a new thing, either. It isn’t like you haven’t had a couple hundred years to research budget proposals and bills attempting to be passed by either side, and how they might impact you. If you don’t like the job Congress has done, fix it. Stop voting in the same Congressperson term after term after term. Being angry at them is like being mad at a shitty movie you paid for at the movie theater. Sure, it might have sucked, and you might be irritated that you chose to see it and spent money on it, but neither of those things are the movie’s fault. You picked it.

Grow up, America.

I’ll make this short and to the point as I’m writing this from work. I just read an article in the LA Times and it inspired a rant. I’ll leave Frank Cannon’s name out of it so as not to call out the article’s author directly…I’m more civil than that.

I’m very much so a right wing conservative. I grew up with these values and have continuously maintained the same platform most of my life. But, I’ve done so by questioning and researching all information on my own so as to create my own opinion, rather than regurgitating someone else’s. Given my conservative values, I believe in the necessity of government protection with limited interference. In other words, I believe the government holds it value as an entity that protects its citizens and sustains allowance for its citizen’s rights, liberties and pursuits of happiness and property. I also believe that as a conservative, freedom is second to country, as we would not have the former without the latter.

The unmentioned (see above) author’s article in the LA Times discussed the fault of social conservatives as they are infringing upon the platform that has created and sustained conservative views and values. He references the Reagan Doctrine as being an important part of these continued values. I, personally, believe the unofficial Reagan Doctrine to be THE basis for all that is understood of the conservative value. The author goes on to discuss the necessity of freedom to…fill in the blank. He discusses the necessity of government but while keeping as little interference as possible. He then goes on to discuss, in an almost Nazi-like tirade, how the social conservative views on abortion and gay marriage are essentially infringing upon his freedoms and digressing the conservative value.

I’d like to say that this article was a joke. But it wasn’t. And I’m ashamed for him. Good thing I didn’t mention Frank Cannon’s name, otherwise this could discredit his/her ability to think, write and articulate constructive thought without hypocrisy. Good thing I’m a nice guy, and whatnot.

If it isn’t obvious yet, here’s my issue: he/she discusses the necessity of freedom and little government interference…and shortly after, discusses the need for conservatives to maintain their platform, disbanding the promotion of gay marriage rights and abortion rights.

…So, the government shouldn’t have a say, unless it’s in agreement with what the author believes? Got it. That’s understandable and totally reasonable. Using that logic and reasoning could be fun. Fun. I don’t like dudes with Jersey Shore hair who smell like they showered in musty cologne. I also don’t like dudes who wear skinny jeans and make up…unless they’re in a band, then it’s ok. So drawing upon the Frank Cannon regime thought, the aforementioned characteristics should be illegal, and our government should mandate laws that disallow all of these things…because they bother me.


It’d be one thing if gay marriage advocates were murdering and raping people in their efforts to make their voice heard. But they aren’t. In fact, they barely protest and only get together a few times a year for gay pride parades. Have you ever seen one of those?! They’ve got to be the absolute LEAST threatening occurence of all time. Ever. And we’re trying to outlaw that, while our economy falls apart and China makes us their round-eyed slaves? Awesome. That makes sense. And even if, worst case scenario, they were aggressive and violent, they’d still be fighting for the same rights that you and I are…just different specifics. Bottom line – how hypocritical are you to demand that sticking to “moral code” means disallowing gay rights and abortion, while keeping out government interference. Which one is it? ‘Cause, those ideas seem to counteract with one another. It could also just be me. Afterall, I’m lacking a moral code.

Don’t worry, Frank Cannon, your name’s safe with me., look it up if you’re unfamiliar.

The upcoming November elections are already disappointing me, and we’ve barely started adding new ballot measures. I live in Arizona, so we’re going to discuss Arizona. If you don’t, pay attention anyway, I’ll learn you some things. And stuff.

Who’s familiar with Proposition 301 or 302? Anyone? Of course not. Who WAS familiar with Proposition 100? No one? But you voted YES for it anyway? If you did, you should be raped by a dinosaur. Yeah, I said it. And I’m not taking it back, either.

Proposition 100 raised Arizona’s sales tax 1%. Wait, jokes. It was SUPPOSED to be 1%, and only for a three year period.

Supposed. To. Be.

Regardless, those monies accrued were supposed to balance Arizona’s budget and negate any need to cut education expenses. Did any of you idiots who voted YES check to see what percentage of those monies went to education? Did any of you idiots bother looking into other measures that could have been taken to AVOID the 1% sales tax increase? Of course not, you’re inept and lazy. With that said, guess what else you idiots have caused…Proposition 301 and Proposition 302. Proposition 100 apparently did nothing for balancing Arizona’s budget, and both measures are “needed” to, again, keep from having to cut education costs.

Let’s recap. Voting for Proposition 100 did absolutely fucking nothing for helping or sustaining education. In fact, it facefucked it even harder, inspiring these two new aforementioned Propositions. What do these Propositions entail? Let’s explore.

Proposition 301 plans to sweep funds that would otherwise go toward the Land Conservation Fund. The measure would add around $20 million per year to balance the deficit, but only until 2011. The Land Conservation Funds is set for purchasing and protecting of state land, and what’s most ironic about this, is that the profits go toward public education…for Arizona. The same Arizona education that was supposed to have been fixed with Proposition 100. Fucking idiots. I’ll spell this out for you again in plain English, since you idiots clearly didn’t get it the first time around – Proposition 100 did nothing but raise sales tax amounts for the next….forever. Also, it caused ANOTHER Proposition to sprout up that would, again, take more money away from Arizona’s education expenses. You should feel great about that YES vote on Proposition 100, champs. ;]

Proposition 302 is even worse yet. This measure would take an estimated $345 million from….wait for it….early childhood education (Early Childhood Health and Development Board Fund), and put the monies toward Arizona’s budget deficit. If this passes, I will personally find and beat the shit out of every last one of you who votes yes. Test me. I understand that the budget needs to be fixed as there is a huge deficit. I understand that the money needs to come from somewhere and does not appear magically from a money tree. I also understand that Arizona’s education is the absolute lowest ranked in the entire fucking country. To continue taking money from education costs is absolutely fucking ridiculous. Do not pardon my fucking French, I don’t care if it bothers you. Few things make me as upset as this (wait, that’s a lie, everything bothers me). I don’t care where you have to take the money from to fix the deficit, but it will NOT continue coming out of education expenses. And especially after the idiot proponents of Proposition 100 bid and plead that Arizona’s education system would benefit and NOT need to cut anymore expenses, if approved. It was approved. And you’re still attempting to cut education funds. Fuck you idiots. You tell the kids you’re taking the monies from that their education will lack because you’re an inept, lazy, unresourceful pile of shitfuck.


I normally don’t post other articles as I feel you, the reader, could go to the article itself without having to read my babbled synopsis prior. BUT, in this particular instance, I will not only keep my ramble to a dull roar, but will link an article that you should read if:

You voted for Obama.
You voted for a democrat at any point in your life.
You voted for a democratic Congressman/woman.
You are a small business owner.
You have ever purchased anything from a small business owner.
You like small kittens.
You are irate about tax hikes.
You are or were furious about the lack of transparency with Obamacare.
You have a pulse.

Ladies and gentleman, I present to you, another opportunity for President Obama to shit on your day/month/life:

With all of the recent immigration issues such as SB1070 and the possibility of Jus soli being negated and the 14th Amendment altered, I feel that there are things being overlooked, from both sides of the debates. For the remainder of this blog entry, forget whateverthefuck is going on politically.

Forget Arizona’s attempt to correct what the federal government and President Obama would not. Forget that BP has scurried away from taking responsibility for the oil leak in the Gulf. Forget that Russell Pearce and Lindsey Graham, amongst others, are trying to alter the 14th Amendment and take away Jus soli for babies born to illegal immigrants. Forget that you have a myriad of credit card debt that is killing you financially. Forget that cities and states are cutting education funds to go toward less necessary shit. Forget that your banks just took billions and billions of dollars while hiking UP your interest rates afterward. Forget that your block has more than 5 foreclosures on it. Forget that Tiger Woods is a whore. Forget about whatever other sex scandal is flourishing in the news today. Forget that jobs in your area are scarce and that you cannot find one. Forget about whatever new diet ‘fad’ you’re trying to get into. Forget that your husband or spouse is cheating on you. Forget that life isn’t fair. Fuck all of the aforementioned, and let’s revisit the basics. Or, in this case, THE basic, singular.

You are an American. What does that mean to you? What is that supposed to mean to you? What does it mean to other people? What do other people want it to mean? Again, fuck all of that, because I’m going to tell you what it means to be an American, in the most grammatically incorrect run-on form of all time:

I’m an American- with my faults, with my glories, with my remembrances of war stories my grandpa or great grandpa told me, with my pictures from the “olden days,” with my multicultural background, with my bilingual speaking tongue, with my appreciation for cultures and foods other than my own, with my pride, with my excessive ego, with my hard earned U.S dollar bill, with my education that is far superior to any other nation’s, with my personal taste in music, with my personal sexual preference, with my own thoughts, with my own mind, with my own decisions, with my own children, with my own stories, with my freedom, with my liberty, with my freedom to choose what religion my family and I will be, with my freedom to birth as many children as I want, with my freedom to give up or abort my children, with my pursuit of happiness, with my pursuit of liberty in whatever form I may find appealing, with my right to bear arms…openly, with my right to a fair trial, with my right to enlist in the United States military, with my right to eat what I please, when I please, where I please, and with whom I please; with my own style of dress, with my tramp stamp tattoo, with my ridiculous tribal tattoo, with my vernacular and diction, with my collection of fine arts, with my collection of band tees, with my collection of beer bottles, with my collection of records, with my collection of baseball cards I’ve accumulated since I was a child, with my ability to enjoy a hotdog at a baseball game…for $12, with the freedom to drive whatever car I can afford, with my freedom to pursue financial freedom, with my dog named Jack, with my out of control stress level, with my out of control quirkiness, with my out of control hair, with my out of control smoking habit, with my out of control family-in-law, with my out of control political views which I have the freedom to broadcast, with my cowboy hat and country music, with my fishing pole and tackle box, with my space on a quiet river in Montana, with my naked pictures on the internet you weren’t supposed to see, with my overbearing family, with my overbearing husband, with my overbearing wife, with my obnoxious kids, with my amazing kids, with my stand up comedy, with my beat up jeans, with my Ford cars, with my New York City visits, with my Hawaii vacations, with my 4am hockey practices in -10 degree weather, with my snowboard, with my skateboard, with my tv and all the inane daytime drama I could ever imagine, with my social security monies, with my unemployment monies, with my shitty salary, with my six-figure salary, with my Chinese food, with my Taco Bell Mexican food, with my WalMart, with my Declaration of Independence, with my Constitution and its Amendments, with MY Bill of Rights, with my judicial system, with my justice system, with the lacking justice system, with my right to dissent or disagree with whatever and whomever i may choose, with my passion, with my drive, with my burning sensation inside telling me to BE and DO rather than watch, with my freedom of speech, with my right to work, with my right to earn a living, with my right to choose my spouse…for better or worse, with my right to get rid of that spouse…who ended up for the worst, with my WWII memories, with my triumph over the British, French, Vietnamese, Russian, German, Japanese and soon to be Mexican…fuck all of you. With my right to visit Pearl Harbor, with my right to appreciate fallen soldiers, with my right to cry for those who have allowed me to be what I am today, with my right to fight for the AMERICAN freedom for others, with my right to fight for my family, with my right to fight for my country, with my right to accept my American government with its faults and horrible policy I may not always agree with, with my right to high five a congressperson on a job well done when earned, with my right to become and remain an American citizen, with my right to carry and honor my American flag with me always, with my right to cry during the singing of the National Anthem or America the Beautiful without being mocked by others, with my right to shiver at the sight of fireworks on the 4th of July, with my right to be. Me. An American citizen.

Whether you are for SB1070 or not, whether you are in agreement with Russell Pearce and Lindsay graham or not, one thing is certain- every last fucking one of the items listed above is worth fighting for, and earning. Tell me I’m wrong and I will verbally, physically and mentally punch you in the fucking mouth. To keep access to all of the aforementioned, I will fight in my country’s honor in whatever way it deems necessary. I’m not a soldier. I’m not in the military. But I’m a fucking American and these are the freedoms and rights I live for every single day. If someone told me I was going to have to fight a tough and lengthy battle to gain access to all of these things, I would do whatever it took without thinking twice. Why is it not the same for the rest of you? And if it is, high five. I applaud you.

For those of you who believe these things should be given to you simply because you’ve asked for them or because you are a human being…fuck yourself, and get the fuck out of my country.

After Judge Susan Bolton’s partial injunction ruling Wednesday, opponents of SB1070 had basically gotten what they wanted. The injunction negates the ability for police officers to A) automatically check immigration status, and B) require citizenship status papers to be on your person at all times. The only thing SB1070 has done is attempt to stop the exploitation of illegal immigrant workers on street corners.

Today, AFTER the injunction, downtown Phoenix was swarmed with protestors who are still bitching and moaning about SB1070, fighting for…their rights? Or something? I’m not sure, actually. And I’m not sure they are, either. At first, when I heard that there were protestors downtown, I automatically assumed that they’d be protestors in defense of SB1070, protesting against Judge Bolton’s ruling.


The protestors are the same protestors, mainly Hispanic, still bitching about their rights as American citizens. Well, wait a minute. If you’re an American citizen, of Hispanic descent or not, you’re fine and this does not apply to you. It isn’t about citizenship. It’s about the lack of. The title, illegal immigrant, sums it up. Most of us here are immigrants, of the legal variety. For those who are not, of course you’re worried. Illegal is illegal, no matter what country or state you’re in. If I go to Canada, as a non-Canadian citizen, and bitch and moan about my lack of rights…obviously I’m not going to get anywhere as it’s not my place to say, one way or another.

Some of the signs, as you may see in the article and pictures posted in this entry, are proclaiming ridiculous things like, “Stop Separations of Families!” Ok, idiots. I feel like we’ve covered this before. But if you’re an illegal alien, you’re going to have to suffer the punishment. Whether that’s being deported, or going to jail, you’re going to be separated from your family. That’s your own fault. Again, we’ll use Canada as an example. If I go to Canada with my family, and cross the border illegally and I’m arrested for doing so, I will be taken from my family and it will be my own damn fault. When you make a decision to do something illegal, whateverthefuck the reasoning for doing so is, you get to suffer the punishments. They are your own fault.

I’m all for a valid argument from either side. If you argue intelligently and coherently and understands what you’re arguing…more power to you, whether I agree or not. But to argue something that has not only already been decided on, in YOUR favor, but that doesn’t make sense in the first goddamn place…you should be punched in the mouth, verbally and physically.

The issue is going to be a long and drawn out one- there will be appeals, and potentially a Supreme Court hearing. Until then, shut the fuck up. Honestly. If someone were to ask any of the hundreds of idiots in downtown Phoenix protesting today, why they’re protesting, I promise that half wouldn’t have an answer, and the other half would state something to the effect of “we’re fighting for our rights!”

Er, what rights? Do you know what an injunction is? Can you read? And if not, has someone translated to you in Spanish what judge Bolton’s ruling means?

I’m all for SB1070, and I’m all for seeing judge Bolton’s decision appealed as I don’t agree with her argument and reasoning for ruling against the status check or requirement for carrying papers. Her ruling, essentially, was due to the inconvenience that it may cause for persons being checked, and the federal government, as it might overstep their pre-existing agenda. Yeah, what? The partial injunction was not due to the racially prejudice attempts at catching illegal immigrants, it was ruled so because of the inconveniences caused on these potential illegal immigrants. How fucking far out of whack are your priorities, Susan Bolton? Twit.

The actual argument AGAINST SB1070 is invalid. The deeper issue and cause for a lot of the immigration problems is the process and time necessary to get a green card, visa, or American citizenship. The office that handles such is years and years backed up. This is obviously a problem. Fuck amnesty and fuck SB1070. Work on making the process for becoming a LEGAL citizen more expedited, and decrease a lot of these issues over time…two birds, one stone. I’m no genius, but that makes a lot more sense to me than going through this same cyclical bullshit.

And seriously, protestors, go home. I’m embarrassed for you. Do you not understand how stupid you look, protesting a cause that you’ve technically won? Why are you still there? Do you know? You should all be slapped. With an American flag.