Thursday, December 22, 2005

Christmas time is here

Christmas stopped being a real religious holiday, when television was invented. IT turned it into its capitalistic frenzy and free for all of comericialism. Its about buying gifts, and not to mention consumption. How many of us are going to be eating too much, while millions starve. Us self righteous Christians consume and consume in an orgy of over indulgence, and spending. Its true, we do treat our dogs better than our human friends in parts of this world. The only spirit that is celebrated at christmas now, is maybe Sam Walton, who created wal-mart. Do yourself a favor and realize what you have. When you throw out those leftovers, think about your excess consumption.
Lets get back to Christ, yes, he is partly responsiblie for this free for all, with his catholic masters, being too afraid of communist atheist hoardes at the borders of eastern europe to worry about the decay of western Christian ideals. Fear has always been the easiest way to manipulate the gullible clergy, they are afraid of anything that differs from their archaic teachings.
Realize, we live in a world of extremes, not a world of togetherness, we are the wealthy, everywhere else is the poor.
Deal with it, because its not going to change very fast.

I never try anything I just do it...

So it comes down to the lesser of 2 evils, yes, that's me, the pragmatist, devoting my time to the cause of the month. A winter election is such a waste of time, its like perhaps the silliest idea besides having an election body that is run by a political appointee. So looks like I am working my way up the hierarchy of the biggest political machine in Canadian history.

But lets talk about my lack of production

Yes, that goes to writers block, its been real bad for a while now, but something in my head is letting me write again. The fire was out, some aspects of student journalism can make me that frustrated. But something inside me reawoken my energy, my angst and atittude to pick up the keyboard and pontificate like the man in his pointy white hat in Rome.

I think it was when I was reading the post today, and realized that I am better than most of their staff. If I wanted to read 250 word AP and CP snippets i'd pefer or a website, not a broadsheet. The Aspers have gutted that paper, Lord Black at least tried to compete with the Globe and suburban Star. Then another bomb dropped, I opened up a magazine that came with the globe the other day. This waste of glossy paper was called Privlidge magazine. Magazine is a very loose term for this rag, it was more like a catalogue for some wealthy people, and a platform for salesmen to push their wares under the guise of a written column. Nothing pisses me off like shamless advertorial, and a lack of any journalistic ethics. Especially in the name of commericalism, perhaps this should be a sin.

That awoke something self righteous and defiance in me, and to say the least, I would have written them a nasty letter to the editor, but the bloody rag doesn't even have a letters page. When your one concern is selling expensive goods, and a consumption driven lifestyle, there is no room for intelligent conversation or real opinions. For example, its so much fun seeing a magazine launch in glossy photos at its founding party, but real journalists arent that sexy. You would never catch any legend like Jennings, Cronkite, Newman, or Thompson anywhere near anything like that.
Pardon my french, but where the fuck do they get off on that total bullshit? One particular article that almost made me puke, was by some woman real estate agent, purportedly saying that a woman would prefer expensive real estate to diamonds, or something personal. Honey, would you prefer Tiffany diamonds, or a new place to store your spare designer furniture.

Either she is a greedy bitch, or living in a real estate dream world. Nothing says I love you like a downtown condo, or an unfurnished loft in the distillery district. I can safely asssume, that both are true. Real Estate agents are the modern day equivalent of those travelling hucksters that used to plague small towns across the frontier in the 19th century. Who else would put a big dumb picture of themself on the side of a bus.

When the editor in chief is showing off a gold watch in his magazine pic, you know he isn't a journalist, because most journalists don't have gold watches, unless they are on CNN or something, and they don't waste their time with MBA's.

That is one degree that doesn't teach about the rules of editorial content and journalistic integrity. It's this type of rich tackiness, that makes me want to put Donald Trump in a headlock just to mess up his hair and call him a little bitch. Now that would be the highest rated apprentice ever. We could have Donald shot out of cannon, get him "fired". His casino went bankrupt, and his real estate is a year or 2 away from having its bubble burst. Lets just hope for the best, and watch the mighty combover fall.

An honourary mention has to go to the late Doctor himself. Hunter has turned into a real inspiration with his incredible insight, as well as his gonzo tangents. Privilidge magazine reminded me of the swine and greed we call the 1980's. The Gonzo papers go into that pittiful era, the one with Mulroney and Reagan making out, the irish lover boys were in control of 2 of the richest nations in the world. What a dangerous time for us all. A syncophant, and a senile man, running this continent. Makes me yearn to a day when Conservatives were actually progressive, and understood, that a national government in this country requires MP's in Ontario and Quebec, not just around the oil patch out west. They live in a white washed fantasy land of oil money. Please take some immigrants, believe it or not, they like it here too.... Thats enough Gonzo for one evening. This magazine belongs in the back of a Delorian, not an insert into the Globe and Mail.

Onto reality......

I fear my love of politics has reared itself back, I have this desire to work in some far flung diplomatic outpost like Ottawa and put my plan of Canada and world improvement in place. Free trade works, as long as its fair, no cheating allowed George. Foreign policy, trade, poverty, all run in veins in my head, full of genius policy idea that could make us look good, and really put things into perspective. Pragmatism has its advantages, thats for sure, it allows for adapting, and therefore creates an atmosphere of compromise and gamesmanship. I want to be the man pulling the strings, making the political puppet talk. Thats where the power lies, and thats where it easiest to assume control away from the house and the scrum.

But in this campaign, the seat is safe, the candidate said it best, if we can't hold Pickering-Scarborough east, we won't win 15 seats. And for the record I am not talking about crazy Jack with the stacks, and the NDP. Lets all hope, we send those crazy socialists back to the 80's with Jack Layton, mustache and all belong, on that City Council, back in the day.

pollution burns my tongue, cough words I can't speak so Istop my struggling, then I float to the surface, fill my lungs with air, then let it out

Wednesday, February 16, 2005

get that dirt off your shoulders......

So, lets make this short and sweet, its crunch time. One week before reading week, and tomorrow is pretty key for me to enjoy my week off. I have 3 different essays to finish before the end of the term, and one presentation.
It always comes down to this time of the year, and this time there is no turning back, my bags are already packed, and I am ready to get out of dodge and go very far away. Let us commence work bright and early tomorrow. It will be for the better of my career, all of them, whether it is journalism, rugby, or Political science.
My mind is drawing a blank, and I don't know why, its usually full of ideas. I need to get writing my story again, that always makes me good.

well you can this lapdance here for free....

Monday, February 14, 2005

eat the fruit, kiss the snake goodnight....

nothing beats a backwards biblical reference, from a grunge classic, it seems fairly apt. Yeah, but I don't like what you got me hanging from. Interesting weekend, spending is out of control, but hey, I'm only 24 for another 8 months. Lets leave it at that, This week is an academic week, the focus will be on academics, nothing else, I have lots of writing to do, and its all about politics, and the political analysis, and Political history. Socially speaking, lets be honest, I got to stay away from the computer after a good evening. I can be elequent, or I can be crude and stupid and overbearing, and yeah, if anyone got any of my dumbass messages on sunday morning, well, its no biggie. My shoulders haven't been this tense in ages, I seriously need a masage or something. But by tomorrow, I will be complaining about my teeth. Blogs are fun, the real question is who reads this thing anyways? Its the 14th of the Month, so lets leave it at that. Let's enjoy it and be underwhelmed by the whole experience, or lack thereof, I won't exactly be waiting by my cellular.
forever in debt to your priceless advice......

Thursday, February 03, 2005

and now its my time, its my time to dream........

dream of a place where there is snow, and snowmobiles. Thats my kind of place. This is going to be short and sweet, as i am taking it easy tonight. Yeah, i had another productive conversation with a nice young lady. Thats good isnt it, who knows. We'll see only time and alcohol can really influence this. So tomorrow I am going to wake up early and hit the Tdot up. Run some errands, and then thats where I will figure out what to do. Hahaha, back here or lying around back there. I think getting back here in the big Black machine would do me well. On the school front, its very enjoyable, its like I'm learning on my own with very few distractions. As all my friends have graduated its a strange sensation knowing very few people around. oh well, its good times for me, and im content.

to dream of the sky, make me believe that this isn't plagued by the poison in me....


Monday, January 31, 2005

Its a holiday in Cambodia.........

So, if things get any more out there, what is there to do? Well, lets start with me, mr inability. I have the ability to go and make a move. But, I am more interested in sitting around watching movies. Anyways, there is more time and opportunities. I wish i had $80 billion, I could save every poor person in north america, and give them a house in the suburbs and probably a job and education. Thats just me, always wanting to help others :D Its fun being an idealist.

Don't forget to pack your wife.....

Tuesday, January 25, 2005

straight out of line.......

Fack, driving tonight was hell on earth. Thats all I have to say about that. Downtown has a good vibe to it though, can't complain. Too bad I don't know anyone down there, Guelph on the other hand, is good times with vibes of good times downtown or on campus. Anyways, I have to get my schoolwork done, because I am such a smart dilligent young man. Yes, that is the logic I can find. Very good logic, id say. So tomorrow I have a very busy day, yes got to get my suit together, cuz its time for rugby formal, aka gong show of the year. This will be my last rugby formal, as I am leaving the country before the next one unfortunately. Thats just how things go. so if anyone reads that, respond eh.

Tuesday, January 18, 2005

where do we go from here?

ah, im sitting on a couch, wonder whats next. Im here by myself on the road again, got school got stuff to do. This is the most important semester ever, after it is over, I will apply to graduate, and then I am done University. Also, my novel is getting started, and it is going. Ive never written anything longer than 20 pages. this story is an epic,so it has to be longer. :) im here by myself so its all good. I do indeed stand alone.