Ralph Burch will be able be eligible to retire December 13th, 2012. Is this a cruel universal joke? A man who has worked so hard who gets to retire on the day after the world is supposed to end? Or is it simply just another day and Ralph will be able to enjoy his much deserved retirement? (If I'm not right, then it is kinda of cruel joke. Way to go world. That's sarcasm by the way)
So, do I like many other people feel like the world will end December 12th, 2012? Do I think it will be mass global destruction?
Naw.
What's that loyal readers? I don't think that anything is going to happen in 2012? What? How could that be? The self-proclaimed queen of "what ifs" really doesn't think anything will happen except another day?
Yep.
The first reason I don't believe that anything is going to happen is that I have no worries of when the world is going to end. If it's going to end, it's going to end and not even Bruce Willis can save us. I don't worry about it because what are we going to do? So why worry. I don't think any one person can predict the end of this world because it may never happen, and if it does it's not like we'll be around the next day to point fingers.
Second, the calender everyone is talking about was cut out of a cave. A huge chunk of it was destroyed. And who says they really could translate the calender? Words can be misunderstood and lost in translation. What if instead of the world ending in 2012 it's actually the day everyone is supposed to eat ice cream and dye their hair pink? Do you ever think that the Mayans are sitting on their clouds laughing at us and all of this crazy going on? I do.
Third: What is this is all symbolic? Most of the beings holding knowledge don't want to just give us the answers. We have to work for them. What's the point of getting all the answers to the test the day before the exam? You may get an A, but you just got an F in life. And shame on you for cheating!!! What if there is just a lesson that we need to learn here? What if we need to learn that our concept of time is just plain wrong. I tend to believe that time runs in a circle, and not in a straight line. (If that's the case then there is some version of me in the Bahamas right now.....sigh) What is this is our time to look beyond our selves and have a "spiritual awakening?" What if it's time to realize that there really are aliens? (sweet)
I just don't think there is any reason to get all worked up about it. Look back. There have been many "big dates" in which the world was going to end. It didn't happen. But what did happen is a lot of books, TV shows, and movies got made. People got to cash in just as they are now. Looks like this whole repetition keeps happening because we are ignoring what we should be learning instead of panicking, or finding a way to make money off of fear.
So, just maybe we should take a few steps back about this whole 2012 thing. The date isn't important. The calender isn't important. What is important that society as a whole fears about the end of their time. Maybe instead of fearing the end of their time they should make the best of what time they do have. Every day is a gamble. If we live in fear, then we've lost out on life. So instead of being worried on December 12th, 2012, go eat some ice cream. Go for a walk. Tell the people around you that love them. Live life, don't wait for a moment that may never happen.
Lisa and her Underdog
Friday, February 25, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Conspiracy 102: Now that you've admitted you're a nut, let's talk aliens:
Are we alone in the world? A question that has been debated since.....yep, that long. There are countless books,blogs, and shows that take each side. If you don't agree with what they are saying at least there is some great entertainment. Come on, I love "ET." This is just going to focus on the conspiracy behind why I believe in aliens. A first, in what I'm sure will be a lovely series. I'm going to stretch it out a little bit before the CIA gets me. This time.
So, do I believe in aliens?
Short answers: Yes. Long answer: Yes.
There are many reasons to believe in aliens. The first of which is simple math. We have no idea how big this universe is. We can guess, but it has never been measured. We don't know if this is the only universe or if we are just the pin point on a much larger scale. So, just out of sheer probability we are not alone and it would be very vain to believe that we are.
So, why besides math do I think that aliens exist? The number one answer is TV. If you think about it, about every 20 years or so there seems to be a big push for alien story lines. There was the whole Area 51 thing in the sixties. What I remember the most is the big push in the eighties. A run down of big shows with a alien base back in the eighties were: "Alf, Alien Nation, The X-Files, Alien Autopsy," to name a few.
During this time I was around 10 years old and I become convinced that an alien life form was either going to come to get me, or had somehow switched places with my parents. Saying that I was preoccupied was an understatement. I literally was so afraid that an alien would come and get me while I was in my bed, that I stopped sleeping. I slept on the floor of my parent's room, or outside my brothers room on the floor (i was still not that desperate to sleep on the floor of his room..eww) or under my bed.
I believe that there are two reasons that a big media push happens on one particular subject. The first and most obvious is the very thing they are pushing is real, and is happening right now. The coverage is news or a reflection of what is going on in society at that moment. The second reason is a distraction. If you make a big enough fuss about one thing, it's very easy to focus on that, and not see what is going on right in front of you. I think that the alien push has been both depending on what was needed, or what was going on at that time.
One of the biggest things that set me over the edge of questioning, to out and out believing, happened because of a cartoon, "American Dad." Sounds crazy. It is. But my reasons aren't just because I really enjoy the character of Roger and wished that I had a cross-dressing, Paul Lynn voiced alien living in my house. That, no doubt, would be a blast. Roger the Alien is a fictional character from one of my writing heroes. I know he is not real. But when I was that scared 10 year old girl, I was afraid at one very large chunk of that time, that there was an aliening living in my attic.
Part of that reason is that even to this day, I have never been in the attic of the house I grew up in. My Dad told us that it was dangerous, and we shouldn't play up there.In fact, we have to stay away from it completely. Well, we were short, and thanks to TV, has a short attention span, so we didn't try to grab the cord and pull down the steps that lead into the land of the unknown. So that coupled with my "active imagination," made for some great freak outs. I would sometimes sit and watch that attic door waiting for the alien to push open the door, and walk down the dusty stairs. I was waiting for him to tell me, " Hey, Lisa you were right the whole time. I'm the alien that has been watching you, and I'm the one that switched places with your parents. I'm the reason that you can't sleep at night. And oh, that was me on channel 4."
So seeing Roger on "American Dad" brought it all back to me. I was able to say for a second that I was right. Or at least I could be right. Maybe there was an alien living in my attic. My Dad worked for the Government too, like Stan Smith! My God! I knew it aliens were real!!!!!
What do you think? Is there an alien race, or am I just crazy......(don't answer that second half, we already know the answer to that...:)
So, do I believe in aliens?
Short answers: Yes. Long answer: Yes.
There are many reasons to believe in aliens. The first of which is simple math. We have no idea how big this universe is. We can guess, but it has never been measured. We don't know if this is the only universe or if we are just the pin point on a much larger scale. So, just out of sheer probability we are not alone and it would be very vain to believe that we are.
So, why besides math do I think that aliens exist? The number one answer is TV. If you think about it, about every 20 years or so there seems to be a big push for alien story lines. There was the whole Area 51 thing in the sixties. What I remember the most is the big push in the eighties. A run down of big shows with a alien base back in the eighties were: "Alf, Alien Nation, The X-Files, Alien Autopsy," to name a few.
During this time I was around 10 years old and I become convinced that an alien life form was either going to come to get me, or had somehow switched places with my parents. Saying that I was preoccupied was an understatement. I literally was so afraid that an alien would come and get me while I was in my bed, that I stopped sleeping. I slept on the floor of my parent's room, or outside my brothers room on the floor (i was still not that desperate to sleep on the floor of his room..eww) or under my bed.
I believe that there are two reasons that a big media push happens on one particular subject. The first and most obvious is the very thing they are pushing is real, and is happening right now. The coverage is news or a reflection of what is going on in society at that moment. The second reason is a distraction. If you make a big enough fuss about one thing, it's very easy to focus on that, and not see what is going on right in front of you. I think that the alien push has been both depending on what was needed, or what was going on at that time.
One of the biggest things that set me over the edge of questioning, to out and out believing, happened because of a cartoon, "American Dad." Sounds crazy. It is. But my reasons aren't just because I really enjoy the character of Roger and wished that I had a cross-dressing, Paul Lynn voiced alien living in my house. That, no doubt, would be a blast. Roger the Alien is a fictional character from one of my writing heroes. I know he is not real. But when I was that scared 10 year old girl, I was afraid at one very large chunk of that time, that there was an aliening living in my attic.
Part of that reason is that even to this day, I have never been in the attic of the house I grew up in. My Dad told us that it was dangerous, and we shouldn't play up there.In fact, we have to stay away from it completely. Well, we were short, and thanks to TV, has a short attention span, so we didn't try to grab the cord and pull down the steps that lead into the land of the unknown. So that coupled with my "active imagination," made for some great freak outs. I would sometimes sit and watch that attic door waiting for the alien to push open the door, and walk down the dusty stairs. I was waiting for him to tell me, " Hey, Lisa you were right the whole time. I'm the alien that has been watching you, and I'm the one that switched places with your parents. I'm the reason that you can't sleep at night. And oh, that was me on channel 4."
So seeing Roger on "American Dad" brought it all back to me. I was able to say for a second that I was right. Or at least I could be right. Maybe there was an alien living in my attic. My Dad worked for the Government too, like Stan Smith! My God! I knew it aliens were real!!!!!
What do you think? Is there an alien race, or am I just crazy......(don't answer that second half, we already know the answer to that...:)
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Conspiracy Theory #1: The King of Pop
Disclaimer: If you are a Michael Jackson fan, you may not want to read this. This is written by a MJ fan, but you've been warned so no angry letters. OK, maybe one, but that's all!
I've been chewing on this one for awhile. Michael Jackson officially died during my ten-year high school reunion. It's one of those "where were you we you heard the news" moments. Only because he was such a big part of our childhood, and for the last several years, the butt of many, many jokes. Aaron texted me first telling me that he collapsed. I was sitting in comfy chair at my parents house waiting for Brandi to pick me up. A few minutes later he wrote me again and told me that he was dead.
Was I surprised? Not at all. Sad? Sort of.
This man who had become the Michael Jackson, king of tabloid and late night TV, was just a shadow of what we had grown up with. This man who was accused of the sickest thing a person could be accused of was gone. This man who dangled a child from a window, married Lisa Maria Presley, and bought airline tickets for puppets was no longer alive. Michael Jackson was strange, no doubt about it. BUT.....Was the man that died during my reunion really Michael Jackson, or was it someone acting as Michael Jackson?
Don't get me wrong, I believe that MJ is dead, but I think that he died in the 80's rather than 2009.
As many of you recall, in 1984 MJ was the sponsor for Pepsi, and while filming a commercial he caught on fire. He was treated for the burns, recovered, and started to become a literal caricature of himself. Could this be post traumatic stress, or some other mental disorder that caused him to become the way that he did. Certainly, but what would have happened if he had died?
Mj had many multi-million dollar projects going on. If he died then there would be lawsuits that would most likely still be going on today. It was the 80's and the economic depression very much mirrors what is going on today so nothing would just disappear. Money would need to be paid back, everyone had their hands out. What would you do if you were a manager, promoter, or a sponsor and your very bread and butter just died. The man who holds the key to your very financial future. Would you be desperate or crazy enough to find someone and create a new Michael Jackson?
The old bait and switch. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
My theory is that very thing happened. I believe that MJ's accident cost him his life. Now if he died quickly or awhile later doesn't really matter. Anyone who has been trained in first aid (me) can tell you that you can sub come to shock, no matter how big or small and injury is. So it stands to be possible that even if his burns were not "that bad," shock to a human body is enough to end life.
So put yourself in a desperate man's place: Your meal ticket just died, and every bit of money that you invested will not only be gone, but will destroy you, your family, your company for years to come. So, why not find an actor to become MJ? Voice lessons, dance lessons, many plastic surgeries later and you've got yourself an answers. Even in the 80's the technology existed to alter a singing voice. Hell, I could even sing like MJ. By 1984 his top albums were already out. "Thriller" came out in 1982. The famous moon walk happened in 1983. The masterpieces were already done.
So, when you got what you want what is the next step.
Destroy the evidence.
MJ went downhill fast. He changed his appearance, his voice, his very life. There is more than enough proof that he had minders who kept he well drugged.This man was never alone. He rarely spent time with his family. He was watched like a hawk. Why? Well, an illusion can only last so long before you see that it's all smoke and mirrors.
You got want you wanted, so bring down the king. Start rumors, make accusations, spin. Make him seem like a creep, a molester, a crazy person. No one will get close enough to him then to see the truth. Make sure that the truth dies with him.
Now, in 2009 MJ did die prior to a concert. I do see the grey area here that he died owing millions of dollars because of this. But there was one thing that they did have now that they didn't then.
The Beatles's catalog. The deal did not go through until 1985, one year after his accident. The partial sell of the catalog happened in 2005 giving the Jackson camp 95 million dollars to help them out of this little mess.
Plus, as we all know a person like that is worth more in death than they were alive dollar sign wise. It is a no-brainier that his album sales would soar, books would be written, and of course movies and TV shows would all be paying for the right to play a MJ song.His songs are not public domain, so of course a price must be paid. Money now, would be much easier to get this time around. And when the remainder of the catalog will go up for sell, it will fetch millions.
So, what is the truth? We may never know. But one thing is true. The artist known as Michael Jackson is dead, and we are left with his music, and videos as a tribute to what was......or what might have been.
You decide.
I've been chewing on this one for awhile. Michael Jackson officially died during my ten-year high school reunion. It's one of those "where were you we you heard the news" moments. Only because he was such a big part of our childhood, and for the last several years, the butt of many, many jokes. Aaron texted me first telling me that he collapsed. I was sitting in comfy chair at my parents house waiting for Brandi to pick me up. A few minutes later he wrote me again and told me that he was dead.
Was I surprised? Not at all. Sad? Sort of.
This man who had become the Michael Jackson, king of tabloid and late night TV, was just a shadow of what we had grown up with. This man who was accused of the sickest thing a person could be accused of was gone. This man who dangled a child from a window, married Lisa Maria Presley, and bought airline tickets for puppets was no longer alive. Michael Jackson was strange, no doubt about it. BUT.....Was the man that died during my reunion really Michael Jackson, or was it someone acting as Michael Jackson?
Don't get me wrong, I believe that MJ is dead, but I think that he died in the 80's rather than 2009.
As many of you recall, in 1984 MJ was the sponsor for Pepsi, and while filming a commercial he caught on fire. He was treated for the burns, recovered, and started to become a literal caricature of himself. Could this be post traumatic stress, or some other mental disorder that caused him to become the way that he did. Certainly, but what would have happened if he had died?
Mj had many multi-million dollar projects going on. If he died then there would be lawsuits that would most likely still be going on today. It was the 80's and the economic depression very much mirrors what is going on today so nothing would just disappear. Money would need to be paid back, everyone had their hands out. What would you do if you were a manager, promoter, or a sponsor and your very bread and butter just died. The man who holds the key to your very financial future. Would you be desperate or crazy enough to find someone and create a new Michael Jackson?
The old bait and switch. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
My theory is that very thing happened. I believe that MJ's accident cost him his life. Now if he died quickly or awhile later doesn't really matter. Anyone who has been trained in first aid (me) can tell you that you can sub come to shock, no matter how big or small and injury is. So it stands to be possible that even if his burns were not "that bad," shock to a human body is enough to end life.
So put yourself in a desperate man's place: Your meal ticket just died, and every bit of money that you invested will not only be gone, but will destroy you, your family, your company for years to come. So, why not find an actor to become MJ? Voice lessons, dance lessons, many plastic surgeries later and you've got yourself an answers. Even in the 80's the technology existed to alter a singing voice. Hell, I could even sing like MJ. By 1984 his top albums were already out. "Thriller" came out in 1982. The famous moon walk happened in 1983. The masterpieces were already done.
So, when you got what you want what is the next step.
Destroy the evidence.
MJ went downhill fast. He changed his appearance, his voice, his very life. There is more than enough proof that he had minders who kept he well drugged.This man was never alone. He rarely spent time with his family. He was watched like a hawk. Why? Well, an illusion can only last so long before you see that it's all smoke and mirrors.
You got want you wanted, so bring down the king. Start rumors, make accusations, spin. Make him seem like a creep, a molester, a crazy person. No one will get close enough to him then to see the truth. Make sure that the truth dies with him.
Now, in 2009 MJ did die prior to a concert. I do see the grey area here that he died owing millions of dollars because of this. But there was one thing that they did have now that they didn't then.
The Beatles's catalog. The deal did not go through until 1985, one year after his accident. The partial sell of the catalog happened in 2005 giving the Jackson camp 95 million dollars to help them out of this little mess.
Plus, as we all know a person like that is worth more in death than they were alive dollar sign wise. It is a no-brainier that his album sales would soar, books would be written, and of course movies and TV shows would all be paying for the right to play a MJ song.His songs are not public domain, so of course a price must be paid. Money now, would be much easier to get this time around. And when the remainder of the catalog will go up for sell, it will fetch millions.
So, what is the truth? We may never know. But one thing is true. The artist known as Michael Jackson is dead, and we are left with his music, and videos as a tribute to what was......or what might have been.
You decide.
Conspiracy Theory 101: The first step is admitting you're a nut:
I love conspiracy theories. If you didn't know that, then we have never met. If that is the case, nice to meet you, and thanks for stopping by. I realized that there are thousands upon thousands of random conspiracy theories all over the net ranging from gas prices, to global conflict, to toothpaste. Any nut can rant about whatever they want. Today I looked in the mirror and said to myself: "Lisa, why can't you do that too? Today, I will become one of those nuts."
I know what you are thinking. Lisa, if you are a true conspiracy theorist, you do understand that putting your thoughts down in a form where anyone can read them means that you are on their radar now. I would simply pat your hand, offer you a hot beverage, and say: "Dear friend, I've been on the radar for years. Most likely, friend so have you. Would you like a refill?"
(Let me first start off by saying that I am not nor ever have been under the influence of illegal drugs, or alchol. I don't drink, and I barely take OTC meds. This crazy is all me and I don't need anything to inhance it. Being a conpiracy theorist is a fun hobby to have and I don't need anything to get in the way of that.)
So, how does one become a conspiracy nut, and who is "Them," "They" "The Goverment?" All in due time....
My story starts off like many who began a lifelong love of all things conspiracy. I didn't trust what I was told, and I was blessed with what my Mom likes to call, "a very vivid and active imagaination." Very early childhood memories flood when I try to pinpoint what exactly started it, but a few stick out.
One: When I was about 4, I announced to my Dad that the war in Vietnam was still going on. Dad was a former Air Force officer and I grew up hearing interesting stories that would also help shape my crazy. My Dad tried to calmly explain to me that I must have seen something on TV. Just because you see it on TV doesn't mean that it is real, or happening right now. But it was the early 80's. Guess what,check your history books. I was right. Yep, crazy sometimes finds the truth....but not always....
Two: I have an\ older brother, Aaron. Aaron has always challenged me to question everything, mostly because it annoyed him when /I asked him the same question over and over again. Also, I always questioned his motivies. Why did he want me to come over there? Did he have some candy for me? Did he want to play Star Wars? Or did he want to break a waterballoon over my head? I never knew but I would always question, question, question. He also has what my Mom likes to call, "An Artistic Mind." Instead of looking at a photograph and seeing smiling people in the foreground, he would see the shadows. He taught me that the photographer wants you to focus here, but what is he or she trying to hide over to the side? He also has a bit of a conspiracy mind. He once tried to convince me that sleeping is nothing but a habbit that is learned. That was a FUN week, let me tell ya.
Three: Star Wars/ Yes, the movie.Do I need to say more?
Four: Sunday School. When I was in first grade Sunday school, I had a very nice teacher who's name escapes me, but poor soul couldn't handle the likes a small conspiracy theorist in the making. I got "asked to leave" on more than one occasion because I didn't believe that the "answers" I was given were the right ones. I think I just exhasted to poor lady, and for that I am sorry. I'm sure that someday if I ever get to be a teacher, I'll get my payback! The questions were simple: Who wrote the Bible? What was Jesus' middle name? Who created God? What I learned from this whole experience is that the anwers aren't the most important thing. It's the questions and the journey you take to get to a place where you believe that you've found the answers. Great teacher.
Five: (and last because I'm sure you are itching to find out what my theories are just as much as I'm itching to write about them...lol) There are many things that I was taught in English class that I love, but chose to ignore, like puncation and grammer. I actually wrote on a paper to a teacher ( i think it was Miss H) once that my grammer and puncation were fine because I'm an artist. Those rules of puncation puts restrictions on my creativity and I will not be limited. Needless to say, that didn't go over to well, but it got a huge laugh out of my parents. I didn't think it was funny. Anywho....One thing I did take to heart was point of view narrative. One place POV didn't belong was anything that was supposed to be unbiased such as a report, or a text book. So imagine my HORROR when I opened my pages to my 6th grade history book and saw the words: "I think" in black and white. "I think!!!!!!" In a history book!!!!!!! There is no room for an opinon in my history book.. When I took the book to my teacher and told her we needed to get a new one because this Must be a mistake she told me to ignore it. IGNORE IT? Are you kidding me? If somebody is putting their opinon of what happened in historical events in a 6th grade book, then whos to say that someone hasn't added their own take in grown-up history?
Nope, that did it. I would never trust what was said to be the truth again. I tried to stop causing these poor teachers heart ache, because I realized that it wasn't their fault at all. They were working with what they were told to teach. So then I asked, who's making them teach this? Why are we learning this and not that?
Why? Why? Why? Who is the machine?
And a connspiracy theorist was born, and ready to go into the battle armed with my research, and my "creative mind" in order to find what I would deem the truth. The more I dig, the more questions I find. The thing is, everything is just one small part of a bigger picture. There is nothing I love more than discecting a story and finding it's core, so that is what a conpsiracy theorist to me is. And what I will continue to be until there are no more questions that need an answer.
Or if i get board......
Part One: Background in a "Creative Mind:"
I know what you are thinking. Lisa, if you are a true conspiracy theorist, you do understand that putting your thoughts down in a form where anyone can read them means that you are on their radar now. I would simply pat your hand, offer you a hot beverage, and say: "Dear friend, I've been on the radar for years. Most likely, friend so have you. Would you like a refill?"
(Let me first start off by saying that I am not nor ever have been under the influence of illegal drugs, or alchol. I don't drink, and I barely take OTC meds. This crazy is all me and I don't need anything to inhance it. Being a conpiracy theorist is a fun hobby to have and I don't need anything to get in the way of that.)
So, how does one become a conspiracy nut, and who is "Them," "They" "The Goverment?" All in due time....
My story starts off like many who began a lifelong love of all things conspiracy. I didn't trust what I was told, and I was blessed with what my Mom likes to call, "a very vivid and active imagaination." Very early childhood memories flood when I try to pinpoint what exactly started it, but a few stick out.
One: When I was about 4, I announced to my Dad that the war in Vietnam was still going on. Dad was a former Air Force officer and I grew up hearing interesting stories that would also help shape my crazy. My Dad tried to calmly explain to me that I must have seen something on TV. Just because you see it on TV doesn't mean that it is real, or happening right now. But it was the early 80's. Guess what,check your history books. I was right. Yep, crazy sometimes finds the truth....but not always....
Two: I have an\ older brother, Aaron. Aaron has always challenged me to question everything, mostly because it annoyed him when /I asked him the same question over and over again. Also, I always questioned his motivies. Why did he want me to come over there? Did he have some candy for me? Did he want to play Star Wars? Or did he want to break a waterballoon over my head? I never knew but I would always question, question, question. He also has what my Mom likes to call, "An Artistic Mind." Instead of looking at a photograph and seeing smiling people in the foreground, he would see the shadows. He taught me that the photographer wants you to focus here, but what is he or she trying to hide over to the side? He also has a bit of a conspiracy mind. He once tried to convince me that sleeping is nothing but a habbit that is learned. That was a FUN week, let me tell ya.
Three: Star Wars/ Yes, the movie.Do I need to say more?
Four: Sunday School. When I was in first grade Sunday school, I had a very nice teacher who's name escapes me, but poor soul couldn't handle the likes a small conspiracy theorist in the making. I got "asked to leave" on more than one occasion because I didn't believe that the "answers" I was given were the right ones. I think I just exhasted to poor lady, and for that I am sorry. I'm sure that someday if I ever get to be a teacher, I'll get my payback! The questions were simple: Who wrote the Bible? What was Jesus' middle name? Who created God? What I learned from this whole experience is that the anwers aren't the most important thing. It's the questions and the journey you take to get to a place where you believe that you've found the answers. Great teacher.
Five: (and last because I'm sure you are itching to find out what my theories are just as much as I'm itching to write about them...lol) There are many things that I was taught in English class that I love, but chose to ignore, like puncation and grammer. I actually wrote on a paper to a teacher ( i think it was Miss H) once that my grammer and puncation were fine because I'm an artist. Those rules of puncation puts restrictions on my creativity and I will not be limited. Needless to say, that didn't go over to well, but it got a huge laugh out of my parents. I didn't think it was funny. Anywho....One thing I did take to heart was point of view narrative. One place POV didn't belong was anything that was supposed to be unbiased such as a report, or a text book. So imagine my HORROR when I opened my pages to my 6th grade history book and saw the words: "I think" in black and white. "I think!!!!!!" In a history book!!!!!!! There is no room for an opinon in my history book.. When I took the book to my teacher and told her we needed to get a new one because this Must be a mistake she told me to ignore it. IGNORE IT? Are you kidding me? If somebody is putting their opinon of what happened in historical events in a 6th grade book, then whos to say that someone hasn't added their own take in grown-up history?
Nope, that did it. I would never trust what was said to be the truth again. I tried to stop causing these poor teachers heart ache, because I realized that it wasn't their fault at all. They were working with what they were told to teach. So then I asked, who's making them teach this? Why are we learning this and not that?
Why? Why? Why? Who is the machine?
And a connspiracy theorist was born, and ready to go into the battle armed with my research, and my "creative mind" in order to find what I would deem the truth. The more I dig, the more questions I find. The thing is, everything is just one small part of a bigger picture. There is nothing I love more than discecting a story and finding it's core, so that is what a conpsiracy theorist to me is. And what I will continue to be until there are no more questions that need an answer.
Or if i get board......
Part One: Background in a "Creative Mind:"
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
And so there was the blog
In the beginning, there was a young girl at her computer playing around on Facebook. She was downtown during the day time and came upon a strange sight. Behold, before her in middle of the busy section was a duck, sitting in front of a meter as though he were waiting for correct change. She approached the duck, dumbfounded as to why it was so far away from the water, other ducks, and looked as though it was waiting on traffic.
So she took a few pictures because this was to strange not to share. And lo and behold, one of her best friends, Laurie saw the picture and decided it was time for her friend to start a blog.
And so there was the blog.....
Dedicated to my pnut, Laurie
So she took a few pictures because this was to strange not to share. And lo and behold, one of her best friends, Laurie saw the picture and decided it was time for her friend to start a blog.
And so there was the blog.....
Dedicated to my pnut, Laurie
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