Dinesh D'Souza

Dinesh D'Souza is a genius!!! ^Link^Link^Link^Link^

Fresh Hell---Am I the only one that sees it?

I love john mccain, but am I the only one who thinks

there is a certain resemblance?

51 things to do before I die

Attend at least one major sporting event: the Super Bowl, the Olympics, the U.S. Open. Swim with a dolphin Have my portrait painted. Learn to speak a foreign language and use it. Go skinny-dipping at midnight in the South of France. Watch the launch of the space shuttle. Have sex on a forest floor. Have sex on a train. Own a room with a view. Buy a round-the-world air ticket and a rucksack, and run away. Put my name down to be a passenger on the first tourist shuttle to the moon. Send a message in a bottle. Ride a camel into the desert. Learn to ballroom dance properly. Go to Walden Pond and read Thoreau while drifting in a canoe. Stay out all night dancing and go to work the next day without having gone home (just once). Shower in a waterfall. Drive across America from coast to coast. Go wild in Rio during Carnival. Drive the Autobahn Donate money and my name on something: a college scholarship, a bench in the park. Build my own house and then spend time making it into exactly what I want. Kiss the Blarney stone Visit the Holy Land. Learn to bartend. Learn to Weld Have a bit part in a television show Be on the New York Times list Write a screenplay Play roulette in Monte Carlo Spend a summer in Italy Write a song Visit all seven continents Ride a horse through countrside on my own. Send a message in a Bottle Wade in a public fountain Experience weightlessness Crowd Surf Drive the PCH in a Convertible Make a huge slip and slide Spend two weeks at Canyon Ranch/Golden Door See the Getty, MoMA, Louvre, Chicago Institute of Art, Float in the Dead Sea Visit the Hagia Sophia Go to Delphi Get drunk on Guinness in Dublin Get a ton of beads at Mardi Gras See the Taj Mahal See the pyramids Run for the Senate Visit an Active Volcano

Great Lyrics

It ain't coleridge, ain't great poetry, but its the music of my heart. In my next life I won't cuss so much I won't ever touch that first cigarette In my next life I'll stay away from bad boys I'll listen to that voice inside of my head I won't wake up and look in the mirror wondering what I did last night But in this life I want to have a good time I wanna live fas tHit it as hard as anybody has' Til they turn out the lights If I get to come back I promise you that I'm gunna walk a straighter line In my next life I'll keep my shirt on when I'm at Mardi Gras Gettin' loose and free In my next life I won't do body shots I won't think I've got to try everything I'm gunna be a little angel who gets her kicks flying right But in this life I want to have a good time I wanna live fast Hit it as hard as anybody has 'Til they turn out the lights If I get to come back I promise you that I'm gunna walk a straighter line In my next life But in this life I want to have a good time I wanna live fast Hit it as hard as anybody has Til' they turn out the lights If I get to come back I promise you that I'm gunna walk a straighter line In my next life I'll keep my shirt on when I'm at Mardi Gras If I come back... We forgave yoko ono when the beatles broke up and went there seperate ways We forgave no show George jones for kicking back at home when he should have been on stage Nixon Clinton, Pee-Wee Herman, they got off scott free, oh why cant you forgive me We Forgave Milli Vanilli, We forgave Willie for cheating the IRS Miss Field Goal Kicks and the Dixie Chicks For all that Political Mess Justin, Janet, Every lawyer on the planet all the crap thats on TV Oh Why cant you forgive me Chorus--Was it really all that bad Were we really all that mad, I say live and let live Forget and Forgive Its all Water under the Bridge Repeat Chorus Well you forgave your momma for all her drama You forgave your sister too Your hairdresser you dont hate her for messing up your DOO Honey I love you didnt mean to hurt you, I'm sorry baby PleaseOh why cant you forgive me Runaway Bride those fema guys they got off scott free Oh why cant you forgive me

D'Souza is a freaking Genius

Hah!!! http://news.aol.com/newsbloggers/2008/02/05/is-mccain-a-real-conservative/

Why the conservative commentators need to get off their pity pot and be practical

   Today is a sad time for me. I feel as if I am in mourning. I am saddened because today is the day I must take a stand against the conservative establishment and the conservative commentators I so adore. Rush, Sean, Ann, Mark, Laura, and yes, even Glenn have forced my hand on this issue. Their prognostications of doom and their hatred of John McCain are sinking both the conservative party and the influence of talk radio. They are decrying the supposed leftists and independents that are voting for McCain, as if these are the ones who are turning the tide. I think its time for them to realize that any leftists and independents who are voting are voting in the democratic race. Thats the exciting one, the one that the media focus is on. The people who are voting for John McCain are the ones who believe in his national security experience as well as his efforts to actually work with the left wing establishment. Instead of having a candidate who can be respected by most of our country, they want to elect to polarizing figure who don't have an ice cube's chance in hell of winning a national election.    Further more, they are so prideful and angry at McCain that they are willing to kill the conservative and republican parties. By encouraging 'suicide votes' they are indeed killing us all. They would be willing to lead any hope of a republican candidacy to its demise, any hope of turning the tide on international public opinion, just so that their enemy McCain will perish.    Let us be clear, they are not doing anything honorable. They are not throwing themselves down on the sword. They are handing Osama Bin Laden the keys to Fort Knox, a media station, and an Uzi. They are compromising themselves and our country because he is not the perfect candidate. Let's face it, there is no perfect candidate. But I strongly believe, along with the polls, that he is our best shot. We need to realize that Satan himself would be a better candidate than Hillary Clinton. But that might be a moot analogy since I not quite sure they aren't one and the same.    It's time for the conservative establishment to buck up and face the truth. Our party is in trouble and we need to grasp what ground we can by getting the most likely candidate, John McCain.

Two posts in one night? Yeah, Insomnia kicks in.

   Ah, with the start of every semester, we have the usual freaking out and hysteria. Getting to where i'm actually sleeping at night instead of living like a vampire. (Hey, I'm sorry but the most interesting things always happen at night) I'm currently in my second week and its safe to say for the first time in my life, I'm, dare I say, completely unable to cope with my classes. I am, as our jewish friends would say, completely Farklempt. I am so utterly sickened by my class schedule, terrified one would even say. Its not the times or days, though dear god why the university studies department has to schedule a class at 8:30, I don't know. It's the topics and the prof's that deeply trouble me.    Currently on my mind is my general lack of enthusiasm about life and/or my cynical nature. Sadly, this will only contribute to what I fear is going to be a very bad semester. First we have my Contemporary American Culture class. Actually, I was looking forward to this one, but now I fear it will be a critique of American Culture class. First on the docket of movies we will watch? Bowling for Columbine. I don't think it is a stretch to say its symptomatic of an American movement that thinks "the world hates us, so what are we doing wrong?" Our college professors tell us the principle of culture relativism that should be applied to every culture, no matter how barbaric, except our own. We aren't allowed to have a set of standards that we could judge a culture on, we are just supposed to believe that the culture is delightful because the culture "has ancient traditions" and "we can't truly judge it without first walking in their shoes." However, no matter the virtues of our own country, no matter how outstanding we are in comparison, we are to be critiqued because Europe is angry with us. Oh and the middle east doesn't like us. Like this is something new. People think it terms of September 11 and forget the middle eastern attacks that we ignored since the carter administration. And I don't care if Europe is angry with us, I'm not too thrilled with Europe. Yeah, I'm going to bite my tongue on this one. At least the professor is fairly cool, though I think he hates teaching that class. You can tell he would rather be doing poetry. But only at UNLV would they put a guy with a doctorate in poetry, who has been published, teaching a research class. I bet he would be a pretty good poetry teacher. And much more professional than Canadian Casanova.    This is on top of the movie I watched last week entitled, Violence in America. Most of which was completely biased liberally, which every class is, and blamed American violence on guns and booze. The last ten minutes was pictures of dead bodies and a little thirty second blip of a man shooting his wife. But that one is my own fault since the class is one on serial killers. Its for my soc requirements and yes, all that blood and death is going to be fairly depressing. However, the biggest worry is geology. I was worried about my sciences anyway but the classes I was put in are disasterous. My lecture prof is from Chile and I only understand every other word. Plus apparently he teaches you all this stuff, 55 slides a class, and then none of it is on the tests. But my lab class is what scares me. I should have known it was going to be a clusterfuck when there was all this mix up before class, but I literally do not understand one word my lab professor says. He has a think accent and mumbles everything. Even when he was standing next to me, he kept having to repeat everything. I just wanted to lay down my head and cry, it was that frustrating. I can't remember being as upset as I was after that class. I'm so very upset still. I'm screwed.