You know where I’ll be, in search of baked beans…
The Official Countdown to Boston begins today: T-Minus 30 days and countin’…
I’m taking this show national! What exactly does that mean? I have no fucking clue, but that’s the awesome part about this. Call me a hopeless romantic, but there is something absolutely beautiful about arriving in a new place in the dead of Winter, then watching it bloom into Spring. I have a month to tie up all the remaining loose ends in San Antonio. Old friends will be revisited, and lots of Bed, Bath, and Body Works items will be purchased. I have to start gathering my belongings, taking inventory, and arranging my music. If anyone knows items of priority I need to bring for my dorm, now is the time to tell me. I’m also in need of folks that are willing to ship tamales, pan de juevo, and Big Red to me via the underground railroad (The Hispanic Soul Train).
So far, the only thing I have to decorate my dorm with is this:
The balance of my tuition will totally clean out the booty money reserves I had (for food, movies, and booty). If someone with an awesome taste in interior decorating wanted to buy me something to perk up my bachelor pad, then by all means…SPEND! SPEND! SPEND! I won’t try and hold you back from buying expensive stuff either, buy whatever your heart tells you to buy. Really. If you think I need a state of the art stereo system -- then so be it. If you happen to have some xtra-dough laying around for an I-pod, that’s cool too. C’mon, a dog’s gotta get a bone.
Stopping short of full on Martial Law, I’m going to set up some new security parameters on my journal. Since I think it’s silly to have a “friends only” journal and attempt to voice an opinion on current events, I’m going to keep my rants public (but underneath an LJ-cut). If you want to expand your mind with the help of curse words, or find humor in becoming aware of your own intellectual shortcomings…then it's there for viewing.
Like I said before, this jury was full of angry, confused, and despondent people that will undoubtedly be known as the most irresponsible jury in the history of widely publicized court cases. Albeit, the only reason this case was brought under media scrutiny was to shield the public from the legislation of PATRIOT ACT II. I hope you’re all happy when we need a National ID card to receive medical services, buy groceries, and ride the toll roads. Remember America, because only the highest levels of intelligence were rearranged, terrorists will be unable to attack you. You can gleefully disregard the whole open borders thing too…but anyway...
It seems like Peterson’s defense must have promised proof of flying dragons, or a splinter of hope that Rosie O’Donnell might stop being a grouchy fat bitch one day because everyone says they didn’t fulfill their promises. But you know what? It doesn’t fucking matter because the burden of proof is on the prosecution, and they didn’t have shit. I’m so glad rabababa pointed out that verse (Deuteronomy 17:6) in the Bible about convicting someone to death without a witness. Mind you, I’m not in favor of making the Bible into a legal basis for punishment, but there was a supposed “Christian” on the jury who apparently isn’t very “Christian”. The jurors said they convicted Scott because of the lack of remorse he showed. HFGDSHPFB!!! Maybe he didn’t show remorse because…duh…HE DIDN’T FUCKING DO IT!!!
In the REAL America, you are innocent until proven guilty. There is no income tax. There are no cabinet positions in government. And cold, frothy beer flows from every fountain*. That’s what America used to be, and that’s we need to bring back.
*Not originally in America, but we’ll work on that.