t-minus 4 days until baseball season officially begins :D

Baseball season is almost upon us and everything is starting to take shape: 25-man rosters, opening day starter, leadoff and clean-up hitter, well, at least for my team, the san diego padres!

I realize that for most of America's baseball fans, baseball season is a time for worry and dissapointment, for unless you are in one of the large markets your team has VERY little chance of making the post-season. Which is why I resolve myself and my aspirations for simply winning the National league West title for THREE STRAIGHT YEARS!

The west, i suppose is lucky in that we do not have to compete with teams who know what to do with their money. Sure the giants and dodgers out spend my little team by about 50 million dollars but they don't seem to know where to put their cash. WOOT

I feel sporta bad for them in a way because I know how it feels to throw money down the toilet... i rent!

but honestly, i feel really bad for them... ha, SIKE! they can kiss my white ass! The padres will again smack down on the western division with pitching and superior defense!!

SO, all you little dodger fans, just remember, I'll be the guy with the big smile and padre hat on when we come to L.A. and SWEEEEEEEP you under the rug.. again.


But as far as how the world series is concerned.. not that I really care, but it just depends on which 150 million dollar team will get the most out of it's lineup of all-stars... but with everything up in the air this season, one thing is for sure; the Dodgers suck my balls :D

GO PADRES!!

Pop Culture- why I love it so...

You may be thinking to yourself, "why oh why does he love pop culture?" and let me be perfectly clear....

I HATE POP CULTURE

I find it to be the worst fucking waist of time and energy to devote ANY time to people such as Paris Hilton, anna nichole smith, and simon cowell. These people offer nothing to this world but spectacle and obsurdity. SO why then do I claim to love it so?

Well, when you think about it, pop culture can be seen as a catalyst to our american, and indeed, global economy. Just wonder at the things 14 year old girls would spend their parent's money on if not justin timberlake cd's.

Where else could they spend their time? at the library?! HA!

I can't think of anything a young person or a bored adult could be doing with their time if not being totally devoted to E! entertainment news... what's that honey? They could be solving the world's problems? they could be spending time with their children? they could be studying for college?....

oh yeah, well I guess they could be doing any of that..

Or I guess they could be getting into drugs, alchohol, or SEX! Thank the lord BABY JESUS that we have POP culture to save our children from the evils of the world! I know I'd be remissed if I didn't get down on bended knee and thank the big #1 in the sky for giving me and mine every fucking adversity known to man! Thanks big guy! you fucking suck...

...but i diregess...

back to the subject-
-how is it that fucking spoon in her ass Paris Hilton can command the respect and idolitry of millions of girls in this world when we pay no attention to high-level female scientists or actual ROLE MODELS to which we could show our kids and say "hey, she did it, so can you". and I'm not talking about sex tapes! -her father must be so proud-

Politics: Re: How the Primary system is ruining America

-THE PROBLEM-

Ok, so I've had this idea in my brain for a while now and I just have to get it out.

I have come to the conclusion that the primary system (the way in which our political parties select their candidates) is destroying america.

The problem with the system is inherent in the structure of the system. Seeing as how the United States is, more or less, divided equally among two political ideologies, conservative and liberal, and that to help the conservative(republican) or liberal(democrat) party select a candidate, one must first register with said party and participate in the primary voting.

OK, the issue at hand is that after the country is divided into two separate voting blocs candidates then compete within one bloc to win the right to campaign on behalf of that party in the general election. SO, the winner in the conservative primary is going to be the person who the republicans find is most conservative, and the winner in the democratic primary is going to be the person democrats find the most liberal. -this is due to the fact that turn-out is very low in those primaries and that the only people who go out to vote are the ones most interested in change. e.i. the uber-liberal and the ultra-conservative.

So what we end up with is a general election between a "whimpy liberal" from the north-east, and a "christian conservative" from texas. Now, we as "normal" americans are forced to choose between these two people, neither of whom tend to represent our values in a wide range of areas.

Southpark had it right; it's a choice between a giant douche and a shit sandwich.


SOLUTIONS-

So I propose that we do one of 3 things...

1) we get rid of the primary system all together. let the parties nominate privately who they want to send to the general election. - I believe they will act to send someone who can gain the most support (ie. a moderate) to win the white house time and time again.
2) Ban all red-state republicans and blue-state democrats from running. This will virtually guarantee a moderate dem or repub from a 50/50 state (grey state) or a conservative dem from a red state and/or a liberal repub from a blue-state.
3) publicly finance all campaigns and allow for run-offs in ALL DISTRICS which do not give above 50% majority support to a candidate. This would allow for the removal of much of the business lobby/fundraising responsibilities as well as allow room for third party candidates to make a serious impact on american politics.


Politician need to realize that all we want is POLITICALLY MODERATE LEADERSHIP!!

Alright- I've said my piece. hope to see you back here soon.

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wow, it is now 5-14 and I notice its been a long time since my last post... sorry about that.

Anyway, I figured that I'd add a little something to this last political post as I just read this in the news: http://www.cnn.com/2007/POLITICS/05/14/hagel.bloomberg/index.html

In that link, Chuck Hagel and michael bloomberg apparently are contemplating an Independant run for the whitehouse. Notice that I used the capital "I" which means they would each leave the Republican party in order to do this. They apparently believe that the Extreams of each party have taken control of their politics and resulted in many poor decisions.

Well, if they would have just read my post on the subject, or perhaps they did... , they would understand HOW this has happened and maybe they would choose a slightly different path to shake-up the two party system.

I beleive that there is no room for any third party success in this current system. These two guys seem to think that, without any party organization, that they can mount a successful campaign? That is rediculous. But, perhaps there would be room for someone like myself to establish himself high up in the power structure...

interesting thought.

Poetry - all my own work - please don't steal

-For Tallia-

A Poet's Eyes

I'm seeing through a poet's eyes,
and breathing in his words.
soaking all my time in this,
and falling for his verse.

I'm seeing through a poet's eyes,
all is blue and grey.
finding what is true in life,
evil in darkness lay.

I'm seeing though a poet's eyes,
his tears now cloud my view.
of all the things that he holds dear,
of everything that's true.

I'm seeing through a poet's eyes,
and cannot turn away.
to all the pain he hides from me,
the feelings he cannot say.

I'm touching now a poet's soul,
my words weigh heavy-insight-
for to darken now this poet's hole
to be to take away the light.

-untitled
Sitting atop a mountain,
And staring at the sky.
Shaking from the ice cold air,
Pretending not to cry.
Thinking of a warmer place
Somewhere far but why?
My life is just a perfect mess,
My smile is just a lie.
Everything is going well,
My family loves me why?
For they look for all the good in me,
But they really don't even try.
Dreaming of a different place,
Something new but why?
I really am quite content,
Living within this lie.
Is everything still going well,
And I will not ask you why.
For you will look for sympathy,
And now you know I lie.

-untitled
Hear the sound
Heed the call
There's something out there beyond this wall
Something rich, something bright
I find myself chasing a light.
The brightest star in the sky,
I'm scared of it and I don't know why.
It threatends me like some great vice,
It's heart is cold, it's hands are ice.
And as I cower within this cell
I think of God, I think of Hell
And on these bricks as so I lean
I think of a place for which to dream.
Somewhere out beyond the wall
I heard the sound, I heed the call.
And now I sit and I wait
For someone out to take the bait
And free me from my prison cell
And take my place within this hell.


-untitled
Deep inside, beyond my reach
A child cries and strains to speak
His voice is broken by sobs and tears
Because deep inside awaits his fears
Shadows movement, and owls cry
A god's improvement in which a lie
He's old enough to see the fact
That some things happen yet none react
A mother murdered, a killer freed
Who will fight, or stand, or heed
The warnings written in blood or tears
In warnings written await our fears
I look away, change my view,
With hopes of a better day
I take my eyes off the crime the greed,
And moral black decay

And now I know what to do when a child cries...
Calm him softly, wipe his tears, and tell him only lies


-untitled
I get on my knees and I pray
I move the words but nothing I say
Will keep my safe, will keep me warm
Underneath this world a valley of storm
I close my eyes and clasp my hands
My words are a grain in a desert of sand
I beg to my God for days in the past
I beg to him Please for moments to last
But time will go on, and days will soon end
To bury the pain from this life once again
I pray again now, for why I don't know
I pray that the scars on my face will not show
But just as the sun will rise for the day
With all of these words-the nothings he'll say


-dreams
I wait for dreams when I wait for night.
I wait for screams when there is no light.
I wait for gold when I wait for you.
When my heart is cold it longs for you.
When there is no light why can't I see?
For I know it is you who looks for me.
I close my eyes and day turns night.
I dream your words to wish good night.
And think of hands, your touch, your face.
The love which God cannot replace.
I've sang before these words, this song,
But in an instant it will all be gone.
For years, they seem, are seconds with you.
And how I know our love is true..
That when you leave you love's not gone.
It stays alive within this song.
And stays awake while in the dark.
For it lives eternal within my heart.

-RAGE

My whole life i've delt with rage-
It builds inside and grows with age.
It's bounds are great,
My fears are true.
That someday it's gaze might fall upon you.

I hide from the thoughts
and creep from behind.
With hopes i'll contain what your striving to find.

Your pushing and pulling will tear me apart-
And my fears will come screaming
Straight out of my heart.

I'll cry to you softly, whispers in bed,
Please, Oh God Please, Stop Fucking My Head.

It's smashing and breaking what is left of it's cage-
My fears have come true.
My thoughts fill with RAGE

My Introduction to All of You

Hello, I am the "Satirical Cynic".

This being my first entry and "blog" I thought I'd give you all some brief insight...

I am a southern California "native" and resident, college educated, a newlywed, and part (at least for now) of the "working poor". I have become keenly aware of behavior, religion, and politics through my own experience and time observing life as it has unfolded before me which is to what I tend to write or rant on occasion.


Well, I hope you enjoy a my blog, or more accurately, this journey through my mind and are better for it in the long run.