Cycle of Inhumanity

I feel very apathetic when jewish people start saying it's ok to commit genocide against the Palestinian people. It wasn't that long ago that jews themselves we're going through such atrocities and inescapable horrors, and not they are on the other end of the gun and doing the "final solution" themselves. This is very scary indeed and I'm running out of hope as to what Palestinians can do against rising extremism in the Jewish occupation.

Let GM and American Car Companie Die Already

The cars they make suck. Lets face it. Whoever was running those companies were obviously so stupid that they didn't pay attention to consumer trends of reliability, gas conservation, and technological innovation. All you got were these big clunky SUV's that turned over a lot and sucked up money in the form of gas. So what's there to feel bad about? The money being thrown to these car giants isn't even being regulated to pay for workers, much less keep jobs and employees around. All this after allegations that CEO's are still keeping private jets stocked for personal use. Give me a break, let these companies die and stop the hemmoraging already.

The Situation in Cuba

The situation in Cuba is exactly why you can't have a military/dictatorial communism. The intentions of Castro and Che Guevara were for the good of the people. Take the country back from the U.S. owned Cuban President (I forget his name, and why should anyone want to remember it) and give the government and the country back to the people. That former Cuban president was letting America run unfair business practices and stealing Cuban natural resources in the form of Sugar (and other crops but I forget which). Sure the rich people going along with the U.S. got their palaces and fancy cars, but the majority of the working and lower class were left to starve and go without the basic rights of human beings. And that's the truth about the Cuban revolution, no matter what kind of American propaganda spin is put to it. Of course America is going to bitch and lie, they just lost a major exploitation job and country in the form of Cuba, and committed terrorist and evil acts to try to get their cash-cow back. But I digress.

Now that Castro is on the way out, there is inevitably going to be a power struggle for the leadership of the country. If Cubans were allowed to educate and defend themselves, and let themselves pick and hold their politicians accountable, then things might not be this bad. Ultimately, I believe that Cubans are educated enough in knowing the dangers of capitalism and to hold on to their country the way it is. Keep the rights with the people and set up laws that keep the power to the middle and lower class and not give it up to the elite ruling class.

I hope with all of my being that Cubans can hold on, and maybe in the near future be able to arm and protect themselves as militant citizens. No longer needing a military dictatorship because a select few of people can be corrupted and bought out by rich countries like America. I hope the Cuban people are given that chance, and not to much chaos and war will affect that country. That is my hope for my Cuban brothers.

Life on two wheels

 I can see why people like riding motorcycle's so much. It's freedom. All the excitement and feelings of joy, dread, anticipation, exhilaration, adrenaline all come out at me when I ride. There's also nothing like feeling the wind against your chest, your face as you blaze through the world at excesses of 75+ mph. You feel free. There's no metal box separating you from the world. Riding towards Sacramento I passed the pasture and manure infested farms of middle-of-no-where farms of California, and it stank till I had to close my visor and air-vents. But that's the difference. The difference between 4 wheel and 2 wheels. It's freedom. Good freedom and bad freedom. Yes you ride faster than anyone out there and you pass up every car on the streets with the twist of your wrist. You save gas, you save money, you look cool, and feels good to ride. There's never a boring part with riding a 2 wheeled rocket between your legs. And it is comparable to sex and any other exciting activity. There is no distraction, there is no day-dreaming, there is no problems, or anticipation, there is no worrying about problems, because a nanosecond is all that is need to turn pleasure into asphalt pain. There have been plenty of scary moments. Times when I dropped the bike over at a stand still. Or crossing an intersection to fast and being hit by a umpteenth weighing truck at 50+ mph. And winds almost blowing me over, but still I'm on it. Still I prevail. Everyday I feel better, and I get less fidgety and less wobbly at low speeds. Everyday my confidence builds. But not to the point where I get overconfident because that's when things get bad. For now I'm reassured by the skills that I have and even though I still over-rev and die out, I'm getting the hang of things day by day. I hope I don't die. I think about my loved ones and my father who held back all his concerns because he knows that I am a man and that his worries does no one any good. And my mother, who does not approve the least bit about my riding. But for their sake I take it easy. I choose safety over the wrist influencer in the back of my head telling me to let go and be the man I know I want to be. Only time will tell, and only time will tell if I am still alive.

pooing

I have a date with a porcelain whore.
She accepts all the crap that comes out of me.
Everything hurts in the beginning.
In the end it feels good to be winning.
Usually it ends up being a mess.
Yellow and brown stains all over her face.
It's ok because tonight is the only time I'll see her
The problem of clean up I leave to the next mister.