Thinker's Thoughts...

After a year-long hiatus, I've decided to bring this thing back to life. I'm looking for a few people who might be interested in contributing so that we can get a few different viewpoints on similar issues. On rare occasions people actually find a side to an issue even I haven't thought about! Anyone interested can feel free to shoot me an email and I'll set you up as a contributor.

Thursday, November 17, 2016

Scientists confirm Justin Seidel is wrong, about everything , all the time. And his mama dresses him funny!

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

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Sunday, August 14, 2016

One of my kids could save the world one day...

I was reading an article on cracked.com awhile back, I don't remember about what, but a part of it really stuck out to me and I started to research it some more.  Apparently, our planet can only support about 10 billion people.  Some scientists estimate we'll reach that sometime around 2050.  That's not that far away. Right now, there are more than 7 billion people in the world. When I was born, there were about 4.5 billion.

Humans are known for their adaptability and ingenuity. In the future and probably right now, brilliant scientists will be looking for a solution to this problem. So who knows? Maybe one of my kids,or maybe one of yours will be the genius that solves this problem.

Saturday, August 13, 2016

Random Revelations

1.  All people truly believe that deep down, they're good.  They're not. That's just ego. There are good people. There are bad people. There are a whole lot of people that are neither.

2.  Nobody really cares about your problems or what's going on in your life.  If things are going well, nobody is truly happy for you. If they have any feelings at all on the matter, it's envy.

3.  I'm not gonna live to see 40. The monster is becoming more insistent on removing the mask.

Monday, August 08, 2016

I am The Walking Dead

I've had this thought in my head for a long time. A formless idea that I didn't know what to call.  It finally occurred to me.  I am the walking dead. Not in any supernatural Zombie Apocalypse sense.  It's a descriptor of my own. I'm alive.  I live.  I walk around.  I'm functional, to a degree, but I'm just waiting for life to take its course; I'm just going through the motions, waiting for it to end.  Now, don't get me wrong, I have a few driving forces that keep me from taking matters into my own hands. I have my fiance, who, despite her faults is the best girl I could ever ask for.  I have my son, Logan, who is just the greatest 1 year old ever to have lived. I have my kinda-sorta step-daughter who I love as my own child. She's a great, great kid. As good a girl as anyone could anyone could ever ask for. And then there's Thor, my eldest son.  His mother hasn't let me see him in nearly 4 years, but I will have him back one day.  This blog is to document my own personal hell that nobody knows about. This is about the monster behind the mask.

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Good thing we installed "democracy" there

I used to hammer this point a lot, but recently I've sort of let it go. But this article made me angry, and made me want to reiterate a point I've made before: Democracy is not the same thing as freedom. Merely electing officials by popular vote does not make a country free. The founders of the United States knew this, which is why they spent so much time in the Federalist Papers discussing the Tyranny of the Majority and how to prevent it. Without the proper checks and balances and enforced guarantees of the rights of minorities, democracy is nothing more than a majority vote to persecute and oppress those who don't agree. It's mob-rule dictatorship. And this incident illustrates this fact perfectly. The Afghan government better not drag their feet on this. They'd better get this guy freed and tell the local provincial leaders they can't do this shit. Fuck federalism and fuck local control--if the government (whether local or national) can arrest you and punish you merely for viewing material that the majority doesn't like, your country is not free. Period.

Afghan 'blasphemy' death sentence

An Afghan journalist has been sentenced to death by a provincial court for distributing "blasphemous" material. Sayed Perwiz Kambakhsh, 23, was arrested in 2007 after downloading material from the internet relating to the role of women in Islamic societies. A primary court in Balkh province said that Kambakhsh had confessed to blasphemy and had to be punished. The court also threatened to arrest any reporters who protested against Kambakhsh's sentence. Kambakhsh, a student at Balkh University and a journalist for Jahan-e Naw (New World), was arrested in October 2007 after material he downloaded was deemed to be offensive to Islam. Shamsur Rahman, the head of the court, told Reuters news agency: "According to... the Islamic law, Sayed Perwiz is sentenced to death at the first court. "However, he will go through three more courts to declare his last punishment," he said. 'Deeply shocked' Balkh province's deputy attorney general, Hafizullah Khaliqyar, warned other journalists that they would be arrested if they attempted to support Kambakhsh. Kambakhsh did not do anything to justify his being detained or being given this sentence Reporters Without Borders But Agence France-Presse reported that journalists were gathering outside the home of the condemned reporter. The sentence has been welcomed by conservative Islamic clerics in Afghanistan but criticised by international human rights groups. Global media watchdog Reporters Without Borders said it was "deeply shocked" by the trial and appealed to President Hamid Karzai to intervene "before it is too late". In a statement, the group said the trial was "carried out in haste and without any concern for the law or for free expression, which is protected by the constitution". "Kambakhsh did not do anything to justify his being detained or being given this sentence." Kambakhsh's brother, Sayed Yaqub Ibrahimi, said the verdict was "very unfair" and appealed for help from the international community, reported Reuters.

Thursday, August 30, 2007

A Real American Badass!

Sgt. Henry Lincoln Johnson

Now this isn't exactly what I'd had planned for an update, but I'm not finished with the other piece I'm working on and I stumbled across this and just had to share it. This guy is what movies like Rambo are modeled after. He's a beast! I'd never heard this story before, and I'm somewhat of a history buff!

Anyway, let this hold you over until I finish my latest rant about what I'm pissed off about most recently and I'll try to get that update up soon!


In early 1918, Henry Lincoln Johnson was working as a humble redcap porter in the New York City Subway system, which basically means that his job revolved around picking incredibly heavy things up and putting them wherever The Man told him to. As you can probably imagine, this type of work sucks balls. Well when the United States decided it was sick of Germany's bullshit and joined in the 24-Hour All-Night European Booze-and-Babes Fiesta known as World War I, Johnson knew that this was a perfect opportunity to go to France and beat the shit out of some stupid jackasses. He enlisted into the New York National Guard and was shipped out with the all-black 369th Infantry Division, better known as "The Harlem Hellfighters".

Unfortunately, early on in the campaign the Hellfighters really didn't have the opportunity to dole out these much-needed assbeatings, because as you can probably imagine the cracker-ass American High Command decided to give the all-black regiment every single bullshit job on the Western Front. They unloaded cargo vessels, dug ditches and did all sorts of fucking menial shit, the extent of which fell somewhere between janitorial work and dishwashing on the Badassery Scale. Finally, after weeks of this bullcrap with no end in sight, the French Command was like, "well if you jerks won't let these guys get in there and start busting heads than we will", and decided to see if "Harlem Hellfighters" was more than just a clever name. The 369th and Johnson were tranferred to the French Command and immediately pressed into service in the Argonne Forest.

Well like a week after they were transferred, Sergeant Henry Johnson and his buddy, Private Needham Roberts, were put on guard duty one night and told to keep an eye out for any Kraut bastard desperately in need of having a bullet jammed into his ocular cavity. So Johnson and Needham were just out there minding their own business when all of a sudden an entire platoon of German Infantry (between twenty-five and thirty men) came running out of nowhere and started kicking the crap out of the two Americans. Johnson was hit with a grenade and shot in the chest with a motherfucking shotgun, while Roberts was shot twice with a pistol and knocked to the floor like a sack of potatoes that had just been shot twice at close range with a fucking handgun. The Germans rushed in, gave Johnson the finger, grabbed Roberts, and hauled him off as a prisoner.

Well Henry Lincoln Johnson wasn't about to sit around and let that shit fly. As the Germans headed back to their secret lair deep below the Earth's crust, Johnson managed to somehow stagger back to his feet and start firing his rifle like a madman. The Germans continued to make their escape however, so Johson harnessed his immense powers of Getting Super Fucking Pissed and started charging after them, gun blazing. When his weapon jammed, he started chucking grenades at them. When he finally caught the poor bastards, he started wailing on them with his rifle butt. When he broke his rifle over some jerk's head he reached over and whipped out his bolo knife.

Now try and picture this for a minute. You've got one dude who's already been shot twenty-one motherfucking times with everything from shotguns to rifles, armed only with a fucking machete, in the midst of about twenty German soldiers and he's going off like Miyamoto Musashi, hacking these bastards to pieces while they stand around like Black Ninjas from a bad 70's Kung Fu flick. Despite massive injuries, Johnson samurai-slashed, weaved and hacked at anything that moved. He killed four men, wounded an additional twenty-four, strode over the a huge steaming pile of dismembered corpses and dragged Pvt. Roberts back to his foxhole. The next morning when reinforcements arrived they found the two wounded men sitting together singing some sweet-ass jazz songs around a raging campfire.

Johnson was the first American to ever receive the Croix de Guerre, the highest award for bravery offered by the French Government. Just in case you think that "the highest award for bravery offered by the French Government" is an oxymoron, note that he also received the United States' Distinguished Service Cross as well. He returned home as a hero, got a ticker-tape parade in New York City, had a son who went on to be a Tuskeegee Airman (no small feat of badassery in and of itself) and is now remembered as one of the most badass American heroes of World War I.



http://www.badassoftheweek.com/henryjohnson.html


Be sure to check that link out too. Lots of kickass stories like this one there. The guy who writes that does an excellent job!