I Came As A Rat

My apologies for the hiatus; school has just started, and sometimes a sloth just gets sloth.

Communists can go fuck themselves. Seriously. I'm not saying Capitalism is the solution, I don't even think there is a solution, but Communism sucks. There were some Revolution cats lobbying around the student convocation at Columbia and it was the most hypocritical, propagandist demonstration I have ever seen.



Happy Anniversary! We've been at war for eight years now and comparisons between this fiasco and the Soviet effort in Afghanistan are becoming more and more apparent.



It's really interesting how our economy is fucking everyone over, except for the "cream of the crop". Most U.S. citizens are taking on far more responsibility than they should, and the select few that should face consequences are reaping benefits. Hell man, I'm in no place to govern a country, I can barely buy a pair of shoes at a thrift store without seriously questioning my judgment. But this entire system has become too convoluted, and it's not working. America is, contrary to what you've been told, ultimately too big to succeed, too complicated. Our present reality simply confirms the feeling I've always had somewhere inside of me, that our society has raised the standard of personal achievement so high that it becomes nearly impossible. Think about it; a bachelor's degree is the same thing that a high school degree was thirty years ago, while at the same time minimum wage has not raised at the same rate. We are basically making life progressively more impossible to live. This only inspires in me an intense desire to circumvent the system.
Did you know that our little corner of history here in 2009 is now being referred to as The Great Recession? I've always wondered where the human yearning for the open road comes from, and surely it must have been influenced heavily by the Great Depression. "When you got nothing..." I romanticize a life on the road for many reasons, and every time I see the pavement stretching out below me for an inexplicable distance, I feel very satisfied. Getting there is half the fun, but then you gotta turn right around and get somewhere else. I wonder if there are more people picking up and taking off with the way things are now...



Life is a collection of Red Herrings.