Anyways, I thought it would be nice to throw down a little rant on the blog since I've basically vanished from it. I feel as if every month I've tried to set a goal for blog posts but I never reach it due to the fact I'd rather be doing... well... anything else. Living close to Downtown Portland in the summer really increases my motivation to step outside. But lucky (or unlucky) for you, it's currently raining so I'm actually stuck at a desk editing video and in need of gaining my mind back. So let's begin:
The topic on my mind right now is restraints. And no, I'm not just talking about the Webster Dictionary restraints that I have to deal with on a daily basis. I'm talking about some of the ridiculous laws that our politicians are lobbying for. And the worst part is, they're SUCCEEDING.
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| OH NO! It's going to be one of those blogs... |
Fucking really?
My apologies, because I wrote before that I'm personally trying to swear less in this blog, but the town of Middleborough should realize what makes a word bad in the first place. A word becomes a "bad" word when we place restraints on it. By restricting a curse word, we are only increasing the imaginary power behind it. Words aren't created to be bad. Words are man-made and are dictated by the way we choose to use them.
When something is restricted, it's aura grows. When people can't have something, the power behind that something skyrockets.
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| Skyrockets in flight. Afternoon delight! |
Exhibit A: Drugs. Exhibit B: Porn for Minors. Exhibit C: Underage drinking. Exhibit D: Hot cheerleaders.
It's just human nature people. We want what we can't have. It's why you're currently working instead of rolling around in the mud. Because you want money to buy things you can't have right now. You can have a good ol' mud roll whenever you want (terrible example, I know).
Alright let's recap the travel we've completed before we move forward. So far we've already gone from Miami, Florida to Middleborough, Massachusetts. Now we head a bit south to New York City. If you haven't heard, Mayor Bloomberg is on the verge of banning large sugar-filled drinks at restaurants and other locations.
I personally don't drink a lot of the drinks that will be affected, but dammit, if people want a soda that's contents are equivalent to 50 packages of sugar then let them get a soda that's contents are equivalent to 50 packages of sugar. The individuals making these rules for us are basically saying "Hey, you're not smart enough to make your own decisions so I'm going to make them for you. Plus, I'm sick of looking at your tummy jiggles every time I see you at the local Starbucks." Ridiculous. By the way, my apologies if I've offended anyone that has to deal with "tummy jiggles" on a daily basis. It's a serious disorder, people.
But Bloomberg's health panel isn't done yet. They're also looking to limit the size of that delicious, buttery popcorn you pick-up every time you return to the theater for the latest Twilight midnight premiere. And milk could be the next target.
I hate to sound like a can of Pabst Blue Ribbon, but what happened to freedom? What happened to doing things because they made us happy in the moment? Sure, it's going to hurt us in the long run, but some politicians are acting like we're so stupid we don't realize that. Plus, how come I can still go into the local NY bodega and pick up 40 oz. of St. Ide's non-high gravity malt liquor heaven with a side of Twinkie's wrapped in Slim Jims but I can't have a 20 oz. Slurpee?
Let's get our priorities straight people. Amurikah.
TODAY'S TASTY TRACK
Jack White
"Sixteen Saltines"
Spike heels make a hole in a lifeboat,
Driftin' away when I'm talking and laughing as we float,
I hear a whistle, that's how I know she's home,
Lipstick, eyelash, broke mirror, broken home,
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