After hearing and reading so much about how wonderful Senator Barack Obama is, it got me to think. Do we as Americans actually deserve to have such a wise, kind, magnificent, smart, and forgiving leader such as Senator Obama? Sadly, my answer is no… No we don’t !!! An emphatic no at that!!! I’m afraid it’s true, we do in fact suck that much. We just don’t deserve the hope and change that this man…, nay,.. savior can offer us. I knew there was more to this man than met the eye by the effect he had on Chris Mathews leg. That healing tingle ran up and down his leg and then spilled out onto the airwaves… where the tingle proceeded to tingle us all in mysterious ways. If this wonderful human being were to ever become President of the United States, we would all get to feel that tingle on a daily basis. We need to ask ourselves if we are truly worthy of this dream come true… umm… and the tingle (can‘t forget the tingle.) After days of soul-searching , I must confess that I am not worthy to be led by this man. I suck!!! There, I said it… I should be beaten, flogged, whipped…. by women wearing leather and…. Oh wait… where was I… Oh yes,… How can I, in good conscience, vote for a man who will absolve me of the sins that I know that I should pay for. I just don’t deserve it. This is the sad truth… Who among us is worthy of this mans leadership?
You Are Disturbingly Profound You're contemplative, thoughtful, and very intense.Taking time to figure out the meaning of life is a priority for you.Because you're so introspective, you often react in ways that surprise people.No one can really understand how you are on the inside... and that disturbs them.
So, I’m in line at the bank yesterday. Peter McNeeley is in front of me and a weathered blonde with three kids in tow is behind me. Pete’s an all right guy and all, but Tyson ended all brain activity in the poor man. The blonde behind me insists on standing within one freakin inch of me. I don’t know how everyone else feels about having your personal space violated, but it annoys me a great deal. On top of this, she’s talking… wait, scratch that… screaming on her cell phone at what can only be her 4’th child. This made me uncomfortable because of her proximity to me… It looked like I was the proud daddy. At this point, I came to the realization that I was the meat in a stupid sandwich. I swear that I could feel a few brain cells trying to escape out of my ears. The jumpers got off easy… Ever have one of those days when you swear that the second hand on the clock was ticking backwards? This was one of those days… Naturally, the tellers computers go down… oh joy. More jumpers… The decibel level of the blonde has peaked. The child on the cell phone is named Lexus. (I’m sure she’ll have a nice career as a stripper someday…) I’m looking for an escape route now. I think I just heard Bubba say , “Run Forrest…, run…” Computers are back up… thank you, thank you, thank you.. Jesus, Buddah, Allah, Zeus, Thor. The line moved slower than a snail in a glue factory, but it moved. I think a few brain cells survived the ordeal. I’ll take them out for a test drive later.
If a psychiatric and scientific inquiry were to be made upon our rulers, mankind would be appalled at the disclosures. Alfred Korzybski
If words are not things, or maps are not the actual territory, then, obviously, the only possible link between the objective world and the linguistic world is found in structure, and structure alone. Alfred Korzybski
There are two ways to slice easily thorugh life; to believe everything or to doubt everything. Both ways save us from thinking. Alfred Korzybski
Thus, we see that one of the obvious origins of human disagreement lies in the use of noises for words. Alfred Korzybski
Two important characteristics of maps should be noticed. A map is not the territory it represents, but, if correct, it has a similar structure to the territory, which accounts for its usefulness. Alfred Korzybski
I was doing a bit of reading today and I noticed a familiar diagram. It didn't just remind me of Korzybski, he was the first to publish it. (I'm not in the mood to bust balls... Jessie Jackson has a monopoly on that this week anyway.)
Anyway, This is a fascinating guy that I became familiar with.... well.... lets just say a long time ago.
In a fit of rage early this morning, Vice President Dick Cheney shot and killed Big Bird. Witnesses say that upon leaving a scheduled visit with a Mr. Oscar T. Grouch at his downtown residence on Sesame St. The vice President decided to go pheasant hunting. Seeing that there were no pheasants in the area, the Vice President grew frustrated until he took aim at the nearest flightless bird he could find. “He just turned and shot!” said one witness who only wanted to be identified by the name Bert. “I swear there was a look of glee in his eyes immediately afterwards.” said his companion Ernie. Just moments ago, the White House released information that they are taking preemptive steps to combat the bird flu.