Warren Buffett, in a recent interview with CNBC, offers one of the best quotes about the debt ceiling: "I could end the deficit in 5 minutes," he told CNBC. "You just pass a law that says that anytime there is a deficit of more than 3% of GDP, all sitting members of Congress are ineligible for re-election”.
The 26th amendment (granting the right to vote for 18 year-olds) took only 3 months & 8 days to be ratified! Why? Simple! The people demanded it. That was in 1971 - before computers, e-mail, cell phones, etc.
Of the 27 amendments to the Constitution, seven (7) took one (1) year or less to become the law of the land - all because of public pressure. Warren Buffet is asking each addressee to forward this email to a minimum of twenty people on their address list; in turn ask each of those to do likewise.
In three days, most people in The United States of America will have the message. This is one idea that really should be passed around.
_*Congressional Reform Act of 2011*_
1. No Tenure / No Pension.
A Congressman/woman collects a salary while in office and receives no pay when they’re out of office.
2. Congress (past, present & future) participates in Social Security.
All funds in the Congressional retirement fund move to the Social Security system immediately. All future funds flow into the Social Security system, and Congress participates with the American people. It may not be used for any other purpose.
3. Congress can purchase their own retirement plan, just as all other Americans do.
4. Congress will no longer vote themselves a pay raise. Congressional pay will rise by the lower of CPI or 3%.
5. Congress loses their current health care system and participates in the same health care system as the American people.
6. Congress must equally abide by all laws they impose on the American people.
7. All contracts with past and present Congressmen/women are void effective 1/1/12. The American people did not make this contract with Congressmen/women.
Congressmen/women made all these contracts for themselves. Serving in Congress is an honor, not a career. The Founding Fathers envisioned citizen legislators, so ours should serve their term(s), then go home and back to work.
If each person contacts a minimum of twenty people then it will only take three days for most people (in the U.S.) to receive the message. Don’t you think it’s time?
THIS IS HOW YOU FIX CONGRESS!
If you like this idea, pass it along (apologies to some of you who have sent me something similar) if you want to.
The SSA said 50 percent of workers made less than $26,364 last year — and most Americans have fewer job opportunities available to them. But the wealthiest Americans are relatively unscathed, with those earning $1 million or more jumping 18 percent from 2009.
I lack the words to truly express how sorry I am for this. I don’t really believe any fault is involved, but simply the way it should be. It would be nice if I didn’t love you more than anyone I’ve ever known. I despise myself for every tear I’ve caused you to shed. I suppose I just want to protect you from that which I see as terrible.
Next time you’re feeling nostalgic, at least send me a message or something. You don’t have to lurk, that makes me feel weird. Lets have an adult conversation about all the fucked up things we did to each other. Sucks, but I still remember, and have never had real closure.
“dracula, frankenstein, the wolfman, the invisible man, and hercules dont scare me… the FBI, the anti-American committee, J. Edgar Hoover, president Nixon, president Johnson, Martha Mitchell, and her husband, or her man, or her woman, Ethel Kennedy, all the Kennedys, Bank of America, Chase Manhattan, Rockefeller… none of these people scare me. what scares me is that one day my son will ask me, ‘what did you do, daddy, when the shit was going down?’”—unknown (via mybrooklynisbetter) (via svillanueva5)
The fluctuations in my mood as of late have been absurdly drastic and abrupt.
Having found a much needed period of salvation and acceptance last week, my self image of a giant pile of shit just doesn’t make sense. I know I just gotta accept myself. Maybe I’ll figure out a way to be selfless and happy with myself.
How’s that for self righteousness?
I don’t want to be selfish. I’ve been really impatient lately and so quick to judge. I can’t seem to stop despite realizing and attempting to.
Maybe it’s from smoking this weekend and I’m just fighting those cravings.
I don’t know. I just feel unimportant to people that I really care about and respect. I think it’s because I talk about the things I want to do so much, but I never make it happen…ever. I want to be creative with everyone, but some things require a different sort of energy or environment.
Is it me?
Are you just busy?
I feel there have been too many of everyones’ demons and skeletons parading around for everyone to see. Yet we are all too self conscious to acknowledge them.
Are they all mine?
I fucking hope not.
This is the shit I’m talking about, me assuming that i understand what is going on in other peoples minds and lives, when in reality I have absolutely no clue. Then I usually assume that whatever obvious solution or conclusion I come to is truth.
Maybe my Ego has just grown so out of control that I can’t tell if I’m being logical simply narcissistic. I fear the latter.
There are times in conversation where I have to stop thinking about what I want to say next, and then attempt to deduce what whoever I’m conversing with is saying to me. I don’t always listen. It’s fucking terribly excruciating for me to realize that I do shit like this and attempt to fix it to no avail.
My only hope is that this is all some self-conscious over-analysis. I don’t want anyone to think I don’t care about them. I ultimately do care about everyone. I just can’t seem to accept myself. If this gets in the way of our friendship I’m sorry. I just want to never worry about what other people are thinking of me. I’ve preached the idea that other people opinions of you don’t matter, only to see it was all in hypocrisy.
I just want everyone to be happy.
I know I have many great friends that love me dearly. I just feel like I lose so many that there has got to be something wrong with me. Some quality about myself that I am not aware of, that they all just couldn’t stand.
Think of Him as an idea, not creed.
Or really, I feel that my ego is trying to imprison my soul.
I have this semi-recurring dream, semi in that it’s not actually the same every time…but is…you know how dreams are, in which a girl who looks like a mix of a person I used to know and a person I used to want to know, needs to be saved or is just out of my reach or I meet and fall completely in love with (beyond any form of love that I’ve known in my waking life) but cannot seem to see her again. In this most recent incarnation she was the daughter of a religious leader of some kind I assumed a pastor whom I seemed to be close with. A nonexistent friend, Isaac (I do have a great friend Isaac in real life but this was definitely someone else) was possibly related to them as well but this detail wasn’t totally clear. I suppose the events which occurred weren’t important, but the feelings I had for this girl completely tore my ego down upon awakening, as per usual. Not in some degrading way but an absurdly uplifting way, as if I knew she existed and i would soon find her. I have yet to. I know that when I do I will be absolutely sure, I did, actually, come very near once in Long Beach. She was not her though, I could tell.
Regardless, I’m beginning to feel as if this is my lover of past lives or my soul mate. I worry that she is not in this world though and sometimes comes to me in dreams to reassure me of her existence, and to let me know that I will find her again eventually. Perhaps through death, hopefully not though.
I’ve had this dream a few times two of which were very memorable and seemed important. The other instance that I remember featured the same girl in and we were in some apocalyptic world in which there was much apparent danger everywhere, I remember flaming projectiles of sorts falling everywhere. Then there was this escape moment in which i quickly passed by several trees and plants as if I were in a car but I was not in one, but the plants and trees were all being quarantined as if they were infected by something and had very distinct white bubbly plastic coverings with clear portions, great sci-fi looking stuff. That was it essentially though. I woke up with the same feeling.
What makes me feel strangest though and I hesitate to mention it, but I’m sick of suppressing my faith, is my extreme desire to read the Holy Bible as well as these renewed feelings of a having a distant soul-mate. So I do, I usually open up my bible to a random page and immerse myself. Usually what I read is miraculously related to some sort of strife that I’ve been going through in my life, further reinforcing my faith. It is my favorite thing that I experience in my life, and I wish it upon all people, and wish it happened everyday…but I digress.
This morning I read the last 6 chapters of the Gospel of Mark. Starting with Mark 12: 10. The first noticeable synchronicity was in verse 14 as follows:
"And they came and said to Him, "Teacher, we know that You are truthful, and defer to no one; for You are not partial to any, but teach the way of God in truth. Is it lawful to pay poll-tax to Caesar or not?"
I have been stressing very much about the nature of our economy, and i mean more than just thinking, ‘man gas prices are absurd’ or ‘fuck, the dollar is losing value’ or ‘economy blaming small talk’(this one happens at work every fucking day), but more along the lines of, it’s not fair that I as a lower middle class college student have to pay taxes, yet giant corporations and super rich people get huge tax breaks and cuts all the time. It has been bugging me yet I was questioning whether or not I was just being a complaining bitch cause I wish I was rich. I’ve come to the simple conclusion, that is so obvious and easy and should happen, that we should all pay the same fixed percentage of tax regardless of what we earn so no one feels cheated, maybe an even 25%. That is a bit more than I pay now, but I’m willing to make the sacrifice for my beloved country. Bear in mind I am very uneducated on this concept and this is not really the point of this story…anyway.i was concerned primarily of the ethics of tax, we are essentially paying for the upkeep of the country and whose to say that someone should pay more or less according to their income. Anyway in response to their question…
Jesus says…wtf? bring me a denarii (coin). and he says… whose mug is on this shit? they say…Caeser…he says…well give Caeser whats his and give me whats mine.
So I interpreted this as well I don’t really give a fuck about money or anything, but pay what is owed. So I’m thinking we all have the obligation to help run this country that we make money in and live in. We owe it to ourselves.
I went on to read of the story of the betrayal and crucifixion of Christ. I’m not an avid Bible reader so this was my first actual personal reading of said story. It was relatively moving to read it myself for some reason.
Anyway moving on…I must urge all of you to find your own spiritual beliefs that make you feel whole. Mine is not simply a christian faith. I feel their is most likely truth in all religious text. I feel that their is some ultimate structure/being/idea/wavelength/pattern/song/color/spirit/shape to the world and the universe which I would say is what is primarily interpreted as God or Nirvana. I feel we do have access to this ultimate reality we simply neglect to attempt to find it.
Ulitmately the point of this blog was to say to my soul-mate…where are you! Secondly to get to the point that I feel the point of all faiths are being lost to politics and I am sick and fucking tired of Christians preaching the word of God through absolute intolerance and hatred. IT IS NOT THE WAY, YOU FUCKING HYPOCRITES.
Or really, Love and Happiness…they’re the point. The meaning of life dummies. How could it be anything but?
Well I suppose it depends on which entry. Recently one is about movies, one is about Christine, one is about my inability to respond to injustices I witness as well as my inability to control my own emotions as well as how I felt the world was going, and another was to inspire a friend to not be depressed.
So there was this one time I hated myself and didn’t like anyone else. No one called me and when I would hang out I didn’t have a thing to say. It made me way said. So I isolated myself and ignored calls and sat around in my own self loathing. It was great.
Then I started watching TV shows all the time and remembered how much I loved the art of storytelling. I suddenly had a new focus and something to enjoy…and it felt productive. Then suddenly I realized why I was so depressed/angry/resentful/bitter/insane, I had absolutely no direction in my life. I was going to school for something practical…sort of. Something that guaranteed money and stability if I finished, engineering. Super difficult. Not my thing.
Anyway, I started writing on a consistent basis which I hadn’t done since highschool. It feels awesome. It’s my favorite thing.
Everyone like something.
Don’t be lazy. Stand the fuck up. Figure out who the fuck you really are.
BAH FUCKING HUMBUG. I’m sick of all this negative fucking energy…sick of hiding it and acting like everything’s cool…sick of trying to convince myself that I’m just crazy and that everything is going to be okay. FUCK. What am I doing? Anyway, embracing the feeling instead of suppressing it seems like the best plan. My problem is I don’t know how to express it. I always just wanna explode. Not like a typical emotional explosion, but I literally wish that I was some sort of explosive device and I could wreak an absurd amount of destruction on as much of the world as possible.
It would start really small and quiet (secretive like, ya’know?) and the shockwave would spread so quickly and so far that everyone on the entire planet (I was gonna say entire known universe, but maybe there are some really nice aliens out there who totally don’t deserve my wrath…maybe) would turn around thinking someone tapped them on the shoulder.
Worldwide panic and confusion would spread as everyone questions who tapped everyone. Terrorists would be blamed, or some bullshit meteorological anomaly.
Like two days would pass and everyone would get over it.
INSTANTANEOUS COMPLETE ENGULFMENT OF THE UTMOST!
(See figure 1)
Please note the complete destruction of the Sun, the Moon, Mercury, Venus and Earth (as well as the sparing of Mars so any nice aliens that happened to be hiding there could maybe escape, maybe).
This engulfment would go on for like 45 minutes to an hour depending on my mood at the time of the initial stages of said explosion.
Or really, I think I’m about to go through a metal phase.
Sometimes acceptance is the best anyone can do for themselves and the others surrounding them. Sometimes more difficult a decision to make than choosing to face something with violent resistance, acceptance can feel like defeat, throwing in the towel…giving up.
"But today is not this day!"
Today is a victory in the name of acceptance. This time it was just. This time it was a victory in itself against the cruel tricks the depths of ones own mind can sometimes play.
Yes, I have been reclusive. Yes, it’s because I’m busy. Yes I’m paranoid and assume everyone thinks it’s because of stupid reasons. Yes, this makes me more reclusive. Yes, I am growing tired of certain situations. Yes, this makes me quite sad. Yes, I do not enjoy being around people who are negative. Yes, I am always genuine (if it seems as though I’m not it’s most likely because I feel you aren’t). Yes, I am willing to hang out. Yes, it would be nice to be called every now and again.
Yes, I have changed. No I have not been changed.
I strive to grow given every situation, aren’t we supposed to?
There was this one time where I was sitting in my room in Long Beach alone and suddenly had an unexplainable shift in perception in which I realized I was not my body but the light reflecting off of my body and the walls. I have a hunch it was the most important moment of my life.