Got this on the iPhone yesterday after those oh so fun thunderstorms rolled through. I've actually never seen a fully arched rainbow before in my life. Sorta special...dawwwww...
Look people, I don't care what the "supreme" court
tells you, I can guarantee you that corporations are not people. Run by people,
yes, actually are people no. Strangely enough though, starting in the late
1800's our "leaders" started giving them more and more rights of
actual human beings. Two years ago the highest court of our land handed down
the verdict on what is known as the Citizen's United case, basically saying
that corporations have the right to contribute AS MUCH MONEY as they want to
politicial campaigns.
So, what does this mean? Well I'm going to lay
this out in terms that are simple for laymen, like myself,
Earlier this week the comedy, well not comedy but unfortunate reality, in the news was some maniac who was high eating the face off another person. The jokes immediately began that this was the beginning of THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE!. Alas, it was not and it turns out that it was some nutcase drugged up on some new designer dope called "bath salts".
Be the insanity as it may, the USA is currently undergoing a real apocalypse, one that does involve eating and food...just not each other... this is of course, dun duh duh...the OBESITY APOCALYPSE!!
No lie, I am not being mean or cruel or "unfeeling", the cold, hard facts are this, America is getting FATTER. The adults are getting fatter, the kids are getting fatter, everyone is turning into an amorphos blob of processed garbage food made by several multinational companies who shall remain nameless here but are easily googlable. (yea sure, I made that word up.)
So, where was I, oh yea, Obesity Apocalypse. What are we doing wrong?... well not we, I'm not gaining weight by the moment, but over 30% of Americans? Several things. One is eating processed food. Not gonna go into why it's bad for you, just again, google it. Two is not f***ing exercising, or waiting until you are over 250 pounds and going to the gym to lift weights to try and "get back into shape". Three is spending all our (sure I'll toss my hat into this ring as I can't go around the block on a bicycle to get some groceries without almost getting obliterated by the above mentioned hyped up on processed garbage in a monster SUV blubber mass.) time in idiotic 2 ton steel, stress inducing crap mobiles called, automobiles. In order for me to go a mile from my house to get anything I have to DRIVE THERE. That is RETARDED! When we replaced small town America with strip mall suburbia and SUV's we condemned ourselves to a sort of toxic hell of never ending short trips of despair using things better designed to get people across country instead of across the GODD**N block.
As most of you who know me know, I have ridden a BMX bike pretty much continuously since I was 13 years old. Slowing down, (read: not being heavily involved in the NJ BMX scene only when I was married from about 98 to 05, still played on my bike during those times though...) After building a pump track, then a dirt jump and finally realizing I just can't stand having to maintain dirt all the time, I figured it was time to just go back to my roots and build an OS 4'x8' wooden box jump. A few of my old bro's came out to put it up, Rob and Brian Hurst, Bob Ryer and George Hoernig. 7 hours after Rob and Brian showed up, the whole crew had this thing done and we were kicking out the tables and airs once again, only this time with everyone in or near their 40's. Ya know, it's funny, when I was 13 and just starting out on this weird BMX odyssey, the other kids in school would bag on me for wearing Vans (they called 'em boat shoes), riding a "little kids bike", and back then... having long bushy hair...ok some things change... Now at 46 and still being able to bust loose with some air once in awhile and smile and laugh
and have a good time, I realize that there's always someone out there afraid of change, who can't accept things that are different or people who just see things differently. That though is pretty much what defines a true BMXer. It's not how big you go, or if you have the latest trendy trick down, it's how you view life. Do you accept that the impossible may be possible? Do you accept new things as though they were always this way? Then you're one of us, and though you're body over time may start to fail, in your mind...you'll always be that kid thinking..."ya know...why the f**k not....?"
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