I have been dreaming and thinking a lot about war and history.


I have noticed that for the most part, historical situations have ended up with a basic "the good guys win" scenario for almost every major american historical example. With the exception of Viet Nam, the white male american and his loved ones have come out on top. I guess since we basically rocked this world for the past 200 years we have the ability to write history as we see it, or at least from our collective national truth standpoint, which in a way is kinda cool, but in another way, it probably has pissed off a bunch of foriegn people who know a more tragic story than us. Recording history, with all the modern fuckity gadgets that we utilize these days, is still only as good as the recorder.

I guess this news comes as such a shock to me because my whole outlook on life can be considered very middle of the road. I like being chill with everyone, and for that reason you wont see me making much history in my circle of friends, but at the same time i will be involved with the collective history of all of them. I won't be forgotten. Im kinda like John Jay or John Hancock or John Adams. You may know all of those guys, and they were all involved with some pretty historical stuff, but they arent the Benjamin Franklins or the Franklin D Roosevelts of the world. But I digress.

My new found fascination with truth and understanding is only more solidified with the slighty obvious observation that past truth, or history, is just as objective and unimportant to my present state. What I mean is, regardless of what happened in the past, I am still the same person. I could be really reaching and say that there is no such thing as the past, and that life is constantly in the present until our cells get the better of us and stop functioning, or spawn into some cancerous shit or that pesky shark in the ocean got in the mood for some human gut while you tried swimming. History makes enemies in the present, and an enemy in the present leads to future death.

I guess the statement I am making may even be different if i was an oppressed Somalian Muslim and I had nothing to look forward to but to justify my existence by hating people I don't know, but basically if you read the first version of my website i was hating on things for no reason, and without sounding too bourgeois, blind hate is really immature and pointless. I have no reference to the problems america has caused the arab world, but if they really wanted to do something, they could share all their oil money, modernize their nation, develop some smooth ass electronics, and kick our asses japanese style. Its funny that Osama Bin Laden's father was this huge fucking capitalist. What if the whole reason Osama is a terrorist is because he just never got over the adolescent angst against his dad?