Thursday, November 30, 2006

Fear my Dear

The fear mongering in this country, this system, is totally out of control.
Some of you don't even know why you are so afraid.
I know why I'm afraid
and it has to do with the ubiquitous, subtle manipulation in almost every aspect of our culture.
One of the fever pitch moments of the day is during the nightly network news.
See, they alternate between justifiably frightening news stories,
and fear frothing advertisements from the pharmaceutical companies.
You weren't even worried about your prostate or your restless leg syndrome
until some cgi animal or some heartwarming scene
tells you that you should be concerned.

But don't get too upset, cause whatever you got, they got a pill to fix it.
I hate the pharmaceutical companies.
But not as much as I hate the insurance companies.

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Under Attack

What if Texas were being invaded by hordes of barbarians.
What if dark forces were aligning against Texas right now building a massive army of fierce fanatics.
What if said army of fanatics were preparing to stream over the borders to take this land that we took from the ones that came before us.
Would this be a time to defend our land?
Would we come together in this time of turmoil and displacement?
Would we find out who we really are?

I would not go overseas to fight in an idealogically unsound war on foreign soil, but I sure as hell would stand and fight to defend Texas.

Thursday, November 16, 2006

Inscrutable

Sometimes people do things that are totally beyond reason and understanding.
From our postion in the cosmic soup, we can't understand their motives.

Should a character in a story have clear motives?
Should one's audience be privvy to a characters movtives?
Methinks only if it serves the story.

Drama can be created in so many ways.

When someone does something so redonkulous as to warrant a moment of brain bending the audience should become intrigued in the misguided motive.
And when the outcome of that tragic mistake or carless action begins to ruffle and brush against my personal space I am sometimes compelled to scutinize the motives behind the foolish action.
And sometimes you come up against this thing that people call good intentions.
Sometimes that adjective is accurate and warranted.
Other times, it is a pathetic crutch, carved by the hands of the fool.
And in the end, intentions matter very little.

You can let these things pass unless they infringe on your god given right to enjoy your powers of reason in the time that you have been given.

God, please help us deal with all the bullshit.
your humble servant
Rampage.

New Beginnings

I feel like a new man.