The worst hopenchange metaphor eva...

There are a lot of lessons you learn in West Texas. Don't ever point a gun at any thing when handling it, stay away from yellow snow, and certainly, don't play chicken with a train. Those are the obvious ones. There are more subtle ones, ones that help you blend in with the other residents. (I never really mastered those.) But if there was one that had always seemed clear to me, (one for the record that I never had to learn the hard way) it was don't let yourself be seduced by a sweet talkin' devil who will promise you the moon. Ah yes, there was many a young girl that fell from grace or at least into the quarterback's backseat. And worst of all, everyone in town knew about it. Yes, the foolishness of youth that lead to repercussions ranging from public embarrassment to an std to a twenty year sentence, the kind that involves child support and no time off for good behavior.
Now, I'm sure anyone who knows me at this point is thinking, "oh shit, what did she do now?" But I find myself considering this life lesson when I think about how my generation was seduced by the hopenchange cult and High Priest Barry. (That's President Obama to those of you not initiated in the ways of the great hopenchange.) Moreover, how The Great High Priest is trying to seduce centrist republicans and conservatives while practicing his socialist voodoo that only he can do.
We were seduced. There is no other way to describe it. There were rumors of forgiven school loans, legalization of marijuana, and health care. We were told things that would never be possible or even advisable. We ignored every instinct, the ones that told us that he wouldn't help our need for individuality and our universal distrust and cynicism of government. We stopped listening to facts and started reciting mantras. Our need to be the most popular lead us to stop thinking about our country and think about what Europe thinks about us. Because, like, its sooooo hard to like, be disliked and talked rudely to when your, like, studying abroad like. Because everyone knows that the people of Europe are so happy themselves that they would welcome everyone with open arms if we just weren't Americans. However, I digress. Like those innocent girls who made tragic mistakes, my generation believed hopenchange when it told us he loved us and didn't want anything more than just to be together.
Sadly, hopenchange was more than just a quickie under the bleachers (yes, I am still running this metaphor) It did more than just feel us up and then report it to all his friends in the locker room. Its a life sentence that we will have to live with. Of course, my generation will be the last to realize their mistake as most of them get their news from the daily show, the internet, and youtube videos. But soon, they will realize their mistake. Or maybe they won't and will be able to convince themselves that it was wonderful. Its not without precedent, (the new deal, clinton presidency)
I've always said that losing your idealism is like losing your virginity. It only happens once and its because you really got screwed. I worry about what happens when we such excitement and worship turns to cynicism and bitterness.

Picture for the Sheeple

Karma's a bitch

Let's see how they like four years of defending their every position and decision.

Crystal's Revised Inauguration Prayer

Benediction at Obama 's inauguration, Rev. Joseph Lowery:
"'Lord, in the memory of all the saints who from their labors rest, and in the joy of a new beginning, we ask you to help us work for that day when black will not be asked to get in back, when brown can stick around... when the red man can get ahead, man; and when white will embrace what is right. That all those who do justice and love mercy say Amen. Say Amen'...

CRYSTAL'S AMENDMENT TO SAID PRAYER

"Lord, please give me the strength to suffer the fools in front talking over the rest, the idiots who know not what they do, and give knowledge to the those who possess delusions of grandeur. Help the victims of true injustice and punish those that merely think they are. Give us strength to fight the battles that will save liberty and invividual freedom. AMEN"

When you're going through hell...time to roast marshmallows or get the gasoline?

I've had a less than satisfying weekend. Along with all the inauguration madness, which I can't escape, my car wouldn't start and embarassed me in front my math tutor, I missed a conference call and was closed out of a decision ( my fault) and I got in like three fights in one hour with my best friend. Who I am presently not talking to because he insists on being rational when I want to just have an argument. Men! (Though I was right on a few things) I'm also less than thrilled with my classes, and as previously stated, GOV. GIBBONS INSISTS ON RUINING MY LIFE!!! Not only are his decisions ruining my life, they made me--momentarily--doubt conservativism. Plus, I feel like some very valued relationships, especially one of my oldest and bestest friends, are slipping away. I'm also very unsure of my future and have no idea what to do in six months.

They say when you are going though hell, keep on going. While I have been through much worse than the inconveniences of the last week, I feel the weight of these events on my shoulders. I suppose common wisdom would be for me to continue on as if nothing was going on and these things would resolve themselves. However, anyone that knows me realizes that I never follow common wisdom, and only follow common sense when it suits me.

I suppose traditional crystal action would be to discuss at length with Big Mama, eat lots of food laden with carbs, read JD Robb and Jen Lancaster novels, and shut out the world. Let's face it, I could do it. Certainly have before. Plus, I have a new wii and a marathon of Katherine Hepburn movies on the DVR. Indeed, my life is prime for shutting out the world, turning off skype and my cell and letting the world pass me by.

As seductive as that sounds, I'm afraid I can't do that anymore. I can't have a wild-eyed fit, or breakdown, or go into a snit about things not going my way. Apparently I'm an adult and those are not adult behaviors. Though they seem to work well for most of my family.

The truth is just I have to confront every issue and try to resolve everything as much as I can. And as far as Gibbons goes, good Lord willing and the creek don't rise, I'm out of here in 7 months.

I'm reminded of the country song by Ms. Rimes that is my new mantra:

I will learn to let go what I cannot change

I will learn to forgive what I cannot change

I will learn to let go what I cannot change

I will learn to forgive what I cannot change

I will learn to love what I cannot change

But I will change, yeah I will change

Whatever I, whenever I can

I just hope I have the will to change the toxic aspects of my own life and separate ego from logic.

I'm voting for a fucking democrat...yes, I said DEMOCRAT!!!

Thats it, I'm walking over to the dark side. I'm entering the land of evil, global whining, cultural relativism, and b. hussein obamania. I have had it with the governor of Nevada. It was one thing when he cut out my major. I could take that. But now the bastard wants to cut the budget for unlv by 52%, thus eliminating the liberal arts college. IT'S A LIBERAL ARTS UNIVERSITY!!!! Plus, he wants to cut the teacher budget by 6%. How am I supposed to be taken care of in the manner that I have been accustomed to if my mom gets paid less? Don't they know the unemployment rate for millenials? There is no way I can survive in this state without a job and Big Mama making less. THAT SORRY SON OF A BITCH!!!

I have never been for raising taxes, but when a state pays the least taxes of anyone except alaska, you can raise them enough to pay for what you've already created. Lesson to Republicans: If you want young people to become republicans, don't shut down their college.

Sigh, this is a great test of my faith in conservatism. I'm going to have to do some soul searching. ALONG WITH MY JOB SEARCHING YOU CHICKEN SHIT SON OF A BITCH GIBBONS!!!!

Now, I'm off to my thesis class that I had to take this semester because the bastard removed my major.

Coming soon

One of my new year resolution is to start writing on this sucker again so I'm going to start on the 13th with a new look and everything...