Hey look at you, you're really movin through this site ain't ya. Well isn't that special. Well since you've made it here, I might as well warn you about what this section is all about.

Behold, for the second time ever, my thoughts on just about everything. If you don't like it, tough. This is, for the most part, a free world and I intend to make the most of it. If you don't want to hear about what I have to say, go somewhere else. If you're stuck up on the whole political correctness trap the world has fallen into, go somewhere else. If you don't like me, go somewhere else.

This time I'm holding back anything. Just wait, till I get rolling.
Now for the disclaimer:
The opinions on this page do not necessarily reflect the opinions of those at Angelfire and/or Lycos, and therefore Angelfire and/or Lycos is not responsible for anything that is said.

The opinions on this page, however, DO reflect MY opinions, and if you want to sue me for voicing my opinions, let me clue you into a little thing I like to call "My First, Tenth, and Fourteenth Amendment Rights." Yeah some things I say may piss someone off. But not everyone can be happy. Until people are not allowed to say things that piss me off, I will continue to say things that piss others off.

I don't care if your man, woman, black, white, in between, gay, straight, religious, non-religious, serial killer, or nine-to-fiver. If I got something to say, I'm going to say it, so tough titties!

Now, without further warning, welcome to the ranting world of Me, Myself, and I:

EGOTIST EXTRAORDINAIRE

I do not consider myself an emotional person.  I don’t cry in public (only at extremely rare times at movies.)  I don’t get overly joyous about something.  I don’t get overly depressed about something.  I tend to resist the urge to destroy the person who finds pleasure in commenting about my features, my life, etc.  I don’t delve into anyone’s business.  I don’t like it when I see others hurt and I try to help if I can.  I’m not concerned if some guy who’s taller and stronger than me constantly brags about how he can destroy me and how nothing I could do would ever affect the outcome.  Nor am I concerned if some guy who’s won every award imaginable, graduated from the best college in the country, and makes more money than Bill Gates says that I’m a complete loser who will never amount to anything in life.  Now before you think I’m a total push over and never stand up for myself, I can tell you that I’ve had my share of fights, had my share of losses in those fights, but I’ve always gotten back up.  My view is, no matter how much someone beats the shit out of you, as long as you get up for more you’ll always have respect.  I’m not saying you shouldn’t defend yourself (or try if that’s your case.) I’m saying don’t stay down just so you get left alone.  In my opinion that’s the ultimate loser.  The person who gives up when he says that’s enough.  I’ve backed away from fights, but does that make me less tough that anyone else?  If you’re answer to that is yes, then you and me will have to meet for lunch some day and discuss this deeply.  As far as I can tell, toughness is measured with strength, whether it is physical, mental, etc.  And just because a person chooses not to fight, doesn’t mean they can’t.  I’ll fight but I’ll never win, not because I can’t, but because I have nothing to prove.  If I’m stronger than someone is and I end up fighting them, what do I have to prove by beating them?  That I’m stronger?  Hell I knew that already.  I could never beat someone because I don’t want to be a hero.  I don’t want to have the spotlight that way.  In my view, the best way to settle a difference is to talk about it.  But we are all human, and do get hot-headed from time to time.  Some more often than others.  Plus everyone wants to see a fight.  There is a good reason for this.  People like watching someone get the shit kicked out of them because it’s like watching a live TV show.  You have your villain and your hero, and you have the third party (friend, teacher, cop) to add to the suspense.  Plus unlike in a movie or live act, you can “egg-on” both the villain and the hero so that the fight continues.  There are no commercials, no intermissions, the fight ends when someone runs away, gets their head handed to them or the third party intervenes.  I’ve often thought that the best way to make money would be to sell tickets for a street fight.  because everyone would go to see it and pay to get in.  Violence is a part of our lives.  It’s a horrible thing but necessary.  What I think is the reason person like watching it is because they know they don’t get involved.  You never see anyone in the crowd offer to help the poor guy getting his ass whipped, that’s the job of the Good Samaritan passer-by.  But you’ll always find someone talking shit to both guys getting them to fight, but he’d have to have the same treatment to fight.  No one really ever wants to fight in the first place although they’ll never admit to it and will go to the ends of the Earth to prove it.  In fact nine times out of ten, the crowd is the cause of the fight taking place.  Unless one or both of the disagreers have social problems that cause them to be prone to violence, fight usually never get serious.

MEN AND WOMEN PART I

Men hitting women is just wrong.  Although, I’ll be bashed by every feminist, human men ARE by nature stronger than human women.  I don’t give a rat’s ass about any other species of organism where the female is the dominate gender.  And I’m sick and tired of people using that as an excuse.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for equal opportunities between men and women, but if women want to do all the things that men do, they should have to go through the same type of training as men do.  None of this I’m a woman so I should get it easier.  If a woman want to be a fire-fighter or police officer then they should have to go through the same training.  And if they can’t cut it, they should either work harder, or go somewhere else.  Biologically, human men and human women both have the same general muscle mass, but the “placement” if you will of this mass is different.  Women are the reproducers of the race, therefore their muscle has to be placed differently.  Since I can’t believe the sole purpose of the male is to impregnate the female, I believe that the male is designed to get food, etc. for the female.  Biologically this makes sense.  And if we were all mindless creatures, it probably would make sense.  The trait of Reasoning has advantages and disadvantages.  As an Advantage, reasoning allows an organism to learn a hell of a lot more through simply thinking about a situation.  Reasoning has nothing to do with rational or irrational solutions, it is simply just finding solutions.  If you are stopped at a red light and you decide to drive through it into traffic what would happen?  Lots of screeches, bangs, a traffic jam, and many pissed of motorists due to your actions.  Every organism has the ability to reason, humans have somehow just developed it better.  The disadvantage to reasoning is that there is no right answer or wrong answer, just answers.  Unfortunately, human nature tells us as individuals that we are right until proven wrong.  Therefore everyone in the world is right and wrong.  Have I lost you yet?  If I have then you haven’t thought it through logically, If I haven’t then you’re pretty good because I took a lot of reasoning to figure out the nature of reasoning.  We don’t use the word reason like we should.  If you ask someone to reason with someone else, your intent is to get them to agree with what you are saying, or if not, then to at least consider it as a possibility.  This gets me back to the point I made earlier.  We cannot reason with ourselves because then we’d always be right.  By comparing our thoughts with others, we can better develop our views on life, etc.  However, no one likes to be told they’re wrong, some people can’t handle it.  I know I’m wrong half the time.  The other half I just hope that I’m right and don’t care. But that’s just me.  And as far as other people’s opinions of me, I really couldn’t care less.  What you think of me doesn’t matter because I’m not going to just change because you don’t like it.  I’ll change because I don’t like it.  That’s the bottom line.  It can’t get any simpler than that.

IDIOTS

It takes a lot to piss me off. It doesn't take very long to get me mad, but you got to be pretty good to piss me off within the period of a week. The problem is that I don't let myself get pissed off. Unless you physically destroy me or someone close to me, you'll never see me get in a serious pissed off mode. Believe me you don't want to see me. You see, I levels of pissed off. Level one is as far as most people get. Here I'm in a generally good mood. Many become frustrated when they cannot succeed in getting me to see red. The key is a good attitude toward idiots. By idiot, I don't mean dictionary definitions. I mean people who get off on pissing other people off. Everyone knows who these people are. Hell you might even be one of these people. In fact, I think everyone, including myself, can be accused of being an idiot. Now, idiots are not and should not be compared to stupid people. Stupid people are in a class of their own, and God forbid they ever cross breed with idiots or any other member of the human race. But I'll get to stupid people later. Right now let's stay on the idiots. I've known many idiots in my day. Idiots tend to laugh in your face and/or make side comments under their breath, but just loud enough for you to hear. They're not slipping with their tongues either. Their in intention is to get a reaction out of you. To see how much you can take before you finally snap and walk into a post office with a sub-machine gun. That's the job of the idiot. Do not confuse idiots with bullies. Bullies are often cowards who prey on those who ARE weaker than they are. Idiots are cowards who prey on EVERYBODY. Whether the victim in a 90 pound weakling with 12 inch thick glasses and Quantum Physics books in his hands, or a 300 pound football player who benches twice his own weight at the start of his set, the idiot will try like hell to piss him off. My level one consists of me mainly laughing at the idiot, because he's mainly entertained me with his vain attempt to piss me of, and find something to eat after his show has ended. More persistent idiots graduate to level two. This is the level where the idiot has said something about my family. Although it still isn't enough to piss me off and my demeanor is still on the good side, I must work a little harder to keep from tongue lashing the idiot. Level three enters the problems. The idiot has now said something about one of my friends. Friends are something I cherish. Good friends, that is ones you can trust to stick by you and never let you down in your time of need, are hard to come by these days. When an idiot decides to attack the friends I love, the words will fly from my mouth. These words tend to be "Shut the fuck up" or something to that effect. This is the warning to the idiot, that I'm not pleased. I'm a very forgiving person. I've been to known to warn a lot. A LOT. Like I said before, I don't like to fight, if I can get my point across without fighting I will. However, there are the rare occasions (to date 3 instances in 14 years of schooling, pre-K to 12) where the idiot has decided to keep the fire fed with plenty of fuel. Level four is the point of no return. This is point where warnings stop. Level 4 is complex, so I will break it down into three parts. Part I. Idol threats are made to the idiot, in an attempt to deter the inevitable. Part II. Threats are converted into promises assuring the idiot that if he doesn't stop soon a lot of pain will enter into the mix. Part III. Abandoning hope of any future reckoning with the idiot, I walk away maybe attacking an innocent metal pole or wall in an effort to channel any hint of anger brewing with my body. HA! I just fooled the shit of you didn't I? You were probably thinking that Part III consisted of me finally snapping and beating the living shit out of the idiot. But hey if it takes this much fucking explaining to relay how much it takes to piss me off, imaging how long it would take me to explain how much it takes to get me angry!