07-04-08: Oh You Bill Pullman!

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Independence day already? 7 months into 2008 already? Time really does fly after 21. Glad I never drank any of those days away to forget even more of this short and fast paced effort we call life. I can't drive 55. That's fine. I bought a scooter and only drive 40. Slow down life. It's flying by. I don't mind not taking the highways. I'll take the scenic route and enjoy the little things that were put on this Earth say like maybe a lake with large swooping white cranes, jumping fish catching one of many smalls meals throughout the evening, and maybe even a few squirrels burying nuts they will never remember hiding, along with a small little thing called a Sunset.

Anyways, back on track. Independence. What does that really mean? I am off on my own. Living. Yet I am still feeling far from Independent. I have bills and debts to pay. Why couldn't the government and creditors be independent from me. Why do they need my money? Why can't I make certain decisions without being afraid the powers that be will be at my door a knock knockin like the big bad wolf. I'm no little pig and I don't want to let you in. I just want my freedom. My independence. Big Brother who? I'm a big brother. My little brother's name is Phil. Why would I want a big brother that is always spying on me. Are you gay, big brother? Incest is morally wrong anyways. I don't even have any keyholes you could use as a peephole so how do you even watch me undress or run redlights or send my friends e-mails with racist remarks or words like bomb-dida-bomd-di-bomb-bomb? Since when are we supposed to be afraid of the government? For the People, By the People. I guess it could be worse... which I am sure it will be with this two party dictatorship.

Really, for some reason, and yes on another note, July is the time I miss home the most. Something about being home with the people I love during the fireworks. It's a day most problems are completely forgotten. Staring off into the night sky watching it dance with all the colors of the rainbow is quite mesmerizing. Who knew that the comparable sound of gun shots, motor shots, and bomb blasts could be so calming? "I love the smell of fresh napalm in the morning."

Lady In Red. Proud to be an American. Staple songs for the fireworks in Saginaw. For such a doo doo town, it really does hold its place in my heart. Why can't you have more opportunities Michigan? I'd live in you again in a heartbeat if you did.

Independence Day. I don't know what it means to you. But it should mean something. I just watched Akira Kurosawa's Seven Samurai from 1954. An oppressed farming village desperate, scared, and poor, wanting nothing but to be safe and free. Putting themselves out there in the face of humility just to be safe from warring bandits, they humbly approach wandering samurai over and over again with the only offer of 3 meals a day pay, only to be denied based on the idea of greed. Money makes the world go round. Finally, they found Seven Saints By the Sword that took up their offer. How unfortunate that in today's world independence means nothing more than selfishness. What can we do from an independent stand point to help others on our own accord?

Forgive me if this blog is a little ADD.

I don't take Ritalin, just doses of life.