Spoon Fed

There are two things I'm absolutely sick of hearing about. One is the swine flu. Seriously. This is not a pandemic, people. It's less than 200 confirmed infected cases WORLD WIDE and less than a dozen deaths. Do you know how many people die each year of regular strains of the flu in America alone? Between thirty and fifty thousand.

Yet, because the news media is telling us we're all going to die, drug store aisles are cleared of hand sanitizers and face masks. They should be calling this SHEEP FLU.

Secondly I'm tired to death of the drama about Miss California's response in regards to gay marriage. Do I agree with her stance? No, not at all. Do I think she's using religion as a crutch? Yes. But for fucks sake, people, the question was not "what does most of America think about gay marriage" it was what did SHE think about it. It's not an issue of being right or wrong, moral or immoral. She was asked for her opinion and she gave it. So, kudos to her for standing up for her own beliefs. That's the whole point of freedom of speech; to be able to say any thing that comes to mind. Short of, I suppose yelling FIRE in a theater. Or you know, saying I have a fat ass. That's just uncalled for. But just as people don't want to be told whom they can and can not love, so should they afford Miss California the ability to say what she thinks. Otherwise, they're simply no better than they accuse her of being.

The whole point of life, in my potentially dumbass, loudmouthed, self-serving and opinionated opinion is that you are turned loose on the world to find you way. To think for yourself. To find love where you can. To believe in something and stand behind it.

If life in America and it's constant barrage of new media hand holding and sensationalizing has taught me anything at all, it's that you've got to stand for something or your ass will organically bond to the toilet seat of your single wide and you'll have to be removed with a crane and you can damn sure bet that the angle the camera uses won't be flattering.