History

It's funny how material things can mean so much to so many people. History is one thing that we all have even if some don't want it. No matter if it's a building we used to hang out at or a toy we used to play with, or even a home we wish to leave behind. History is one thing that always eludes us but is ever present. We must learn from it if we wish to leave more behind. Our future generations will depend on it just as we have, whether they learn from it or not. If they do, they choose the path of most people before us. Refusing to learn from the past and walking down the dark road to destruction in a time so short that the universe forgets to blink. That's what history means to me. Hoepfully it means the same to some of you.

What Are We Becoming

What has become of the human race. It seems like we're on a constant spiral down into an abyss form which we may never return. Over centuries past civilizations have risen and fallen back into the wastes, but there has always been another to take its place. Now, however, it almost seems like the whole world is one civilization now. If one collapses, we all fall. Unity is one thing but symbiotic existence is another entirely. We are constantly doing things to drive ourselves, and in essensce everyone else, into oblivion. Increasing debt leading to desperate times and starined lives then turning into violent times. The apocalypse is upon us, though it will not be the end. Apocalypse originally meant an unvieling. That is what has to happen for us to live on. Otherwise we are doomed to suicide on a massive scale, and by the time enough people realize it, it will already be too late.

Headline News

Welcome people to Healine News. I'm Beauty Jones, and yes, I'm better looking than you. In other news, today's top story, involves the coming of the mole people, and are they a threat? Peruzia Smith is live inside the community with the story.
"Hello Peruzia, how are you?"
"Eeek eck up."
"Smith, English please."
"Oh sorry, I've gotten used to their language. It's really quite easy once you figure out-"
"Smith.."
"-once you figure out that the sounds-"
"SMITH! Just do the story."
"Oh yes the story right. Well Beauty, the mole people are really quite intelligent. They're academics are comparable to ours at worst, and they're art is stunning. They are really a friendly race. In fact I had a few offered to have me for dinner not too long ago. They wouldn't say what we were having, but the description sounded scrumptuous."
"Yes Smith sounds lovely. But do you believe they pose a threat?"
"No not at all Beauty. In fact, I'm saddened by their coming doom."
"What do you mean?"
"Well they're going to die."
"Why?"
"Well, that's what we do. We kill stuff. We're good at it."
"But you said they posed no harm?"
"Yes, they do not."
"Then why would we kill them?"
"Well why not?"
"What kind of question is that?"
"The same one the Commander-in-chief is going to ask his generals."
"Good point. Well folks that all for today. Thanks you Smith, and hopefully we'll get to talk to you again soon. Good night folks."

"Headline News! The stuff Fox won't even talk about." -POW!-

Limited Space

Ok. Real world aspect on 2012. There wouldn't really be limited space. Instead of having one place to store the human world while the rest goes to hell is a stupid idea. Sure lots would die but just like in Katrina it would be PRIMARILY because of their own stubborn ways (many did die in the aftermath and even just because of bad chance but most CHOSE to stay). Instead of the one place theory, I would use all of this money that's being put toward pig farts and ignorant research and build bunkers all over the nation (not the world cause they hate us anyways). And few material possessions would be allowed. Things such as the Mona Lisa would not be saved, for once the end has come what use is culture. It was good for the time but once a new age has dawned man's most important assest will be himself, not a painting by some dead guy. Overall the good of mankind is more important than the culture that used to be, and the culture of the day would survive through the survivors and create new masterpieces for the new world.

Bleh

I sit here staring at the white space on the screen and wonder... just who uses these bogus products on this website. Their stupid. But sometimes their funny. I mean, a chicks face on Arnold Shwarchenagers (spelling?) body is pretty scary, but Arny's face on a chicks body is funny as hell. And aliens... I like the idea of aliens. The fact that there's someone out there who lives a peaceful enough life that they can take time to come laugh at us makes me think maybe we can do the same thing someday... even though this is a theory just as easily dismissed as aliens. But don't take these thoughts too lightly, they take a long time to gether, even in the random order in which they appear. I mean, think of noodles. There's alot of em in a bowl, and no matter how hard you try, they will NEVER lay straight. And if you pull too hard, it becomes another noodle entirely and things get even more difficult! But none the less you can use the noodles. Taken one at a time you can see the differences, or alot at a time they make a nutritious treat. Either way they make a comtribution. And without noodles, would we have mac and cheese? But now I am gone... I really want noodles now.

The Creed

The moon shone through the cloud covered sky upon the dark city below. During the day the streets were filled with activity as people traded with one another, but at night they lay desolate and empty. Tonight, however, a single creature moved across the rooftops of the small town . A silhouette, only slightly visible against the hard brown mud of the roofs, skirted from one building to another with amazing agility and speed, almost as if driven by something to its destination. Soon it came upon a large, fantastic building adorned with gold accents and large doors. What it was looking for slept just beyond those walls. Silently the creature jumped to the ground and moved to the unguarded side of the building. It looked up the towering wall, focusing on the task at hand instead of the death that would surely come if he was seen. So without any further hesitation, he latched onto the wall and began to scale. Foot by foot he worked his way up to the top of the dome. He stared down into the serene beauty of the palace and for one second he broke the number one rule of the creed. "Never think of your target as a person. Never see the beauty of the soul within his eyes, nor the evil that you know lurks beneath." No creature would live in a place such as this. "But that's all this man is, a creature." he thought. Coming back to reality, he moved stealthily down into the chamber below, ready for the blood bath that was soon to come.

Rhyme of the Eternal Warrior

Blackened are his boots, rusted his blade,
Trudging away, through the barren wastes, destroyed is his home.
With blood on his clothes and grit on his teeth,
He battles his way alone.

No army against him, they all shall soon fall,
Feeling the bite of his sword to their bone,
Taking his vengeance, leaving the waste,
By him the wicked shall atone.
Paying for sin, the spilling of blood,
No one is safe as long as he roams.

The battles are fierce, the nights are long, upon all Rome shall his revenge be wrought.
Till his family avenged, and the evil is gone, across the plains of madness shall he walk.

The death of food

The death of something we love dearly and can't live without comes from one place and one place only... McDonald's. The best of these burgers can induce extreme symptoms including death.......... of the all American burger. They are a sorry homage to the true beef of other companies including my favorite, Dairy Queen. The difference is so vast that the latter hardly be a burger but rather a "beef" patty and some bread. For the true burger comes with a juice laden interior encompassed by a crisp exterior piled high with cheese and more beef to be topped with a generous portion of habanero sauce. Such burgers are a staple of the American diet, no matter how bad they are for it. But as great as these kinds of things are this blog has only done one thing... made me hungry for a burger.