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Sunday, January 29, 2006


for your own good


Friday, January 27, 2006


dear world
It has been more than six months since we've last spoken, and it seems you haven't been listening to a word I've been saying. I continually look around and see all those things that make me angry. In fact it seems the situation has gotten worse.

Rosario Alba
A chick looking kind of exotic, does not make them a decent actor. So putting them in fifty movies a year doesn't make any sense. I swear, if I see another movie featuring either of them, I'll puke. Do I need to go into any of their work, because Rent was a good movie. Oh, and Fantastic Four was a cinematical masterpiece. Let's face it, people are just making movies to put attractive females into scantily clad situations. I can hear it now. "Jessica Alba looks good in a bikini, so let's make a movie about drug lords and the water. Hey, Rosario Dawson has big titties! Let's make sure she's topless in Alexander, because God knows she'll only have 5 lines and some grunting noises." This does not make me want to go to the movies. And I'm in a love/hate situation with Sin City for this one.

WhoseSpace?
Why is it suddenly a shock that MySpace is a debaucherous place? Seriously, why does everybody only realize this now? Did it ever occur to anyone to actually care about what their kids do? Oh, no no, not at all. Instead you try and shut down something someone else created because you have no control over the thing YOU created; your spoiled asshole kids. TV, Radio, the Internet. Did it ever dawn on you that true things that corrupt your children are far out of reach because of their age. No one said they had to use MySpace as a database of underage kiddie porn. Maybe if they didn't watch MTV all the time, they wouldn't think dressing like a slut and taking pictures is normal and common place. And then you act all surprised when you see it and you could only think "It must be this MySpace thing, allowing them to be on here and doing this. Let's shut it down!" WRONG! If I decided to use paperclips as stabbing devices would it be the paper clip makers fault? No. I misused something because I wanted to. That's what they are doing. So get off your fat lazy asses, turn off the TV and the computer and tell you kids what's right and what's wrong. Cupping your naked boobs with you and your 15 year old friends is wrong.

Gold Plated Gasoline
Osama Bin Laden talks: gas prices go up. Iran says they hate America: gas prices go up. A Humming Bird dies in Istanbul: gas price go up. It's getting old. Stop making up excuses and just fess up to reality: You're inflating the price of gas because you can. How many hurricanes have there been? Thousands? How come only this year did they effect gas prices? I find it hard to believe that only once in 100 years of keeping track did a hurricane land where it did. And if oil companies need to get barrels of crude to refine at a higher price and proportionately charged us a higher price for gas, why did they make record profits this year? Like Gajillions of dollars? Build more refineries; that make sense. And what do we do? Nothing. Don't you realize before Osama said anything and Iran bitched, prices were going up for no reason? What's the excuse? It's been a mild winter, crude has stayed at the same price on the market, and people drive less in the winter. No no, the alignment of Jupiter with my ass forces dissent among oil workers, blah blah blah. Everyone's to blame: the government for not do anything (no surprise there), the auto industry because their MPG estimates are a crock of shit because no drives 55 all the time. People do need to stop and get out of their car you know. Look I can go on and list problems with this whole situation for eternity, but I won't. In the end, if the oil companies don't seriously look into alternative energies, when we run out of oil, or just can't afford it, they'll go out of business. End of story.

You know the drill world...don't fuck up.

-Chester

QUICK NOTE: Someone who buys one Mercedes a Month for 15 years should die.


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