We’ve been told over and over since we were old enough to understand words that we had a name. Your parents were most likely the first to tell you this, as were mine. Then you go off to school (AKA: government indoctrination centers) were you were required to repeatedly write your name as well as respond to it for the next 12 years of your life. The part they forgot to teach you about, however, is that you don’t really need a name. When you really sit down and think about it, who are the people that most want you to have a name? That’s right, the government. They are your owner after all and want to keep track of you. They do this with three simple instruments you’ve been indoctrinated to know by heart and understand that they ARE you. A name, birth date and social security number. How many times have you wrote some variation of those three things on a piece of paper in your lifetime? I’ll go ahead and answer for you, countless times. Every single time without exception it is because the government wants to keep track of you itself or because it requires someone else to keep track of you. (ie: work, bank, airline travel, etc. etc.)

When was the last time you went to a convenience store and the clerk had to know your name? They don’t care what your name is if you’re using cash, they just want your business. They have no reason to want to track every move you make because they aren’t your owner.The government, on the other hand, desperately needs to keep track of its property.

Next, lets move on to the birth date. What is your birth date? Do you really know or is it something someone told you. Where you able to take note of the time and date just seconds after you were birthed? I didn’t think so. Someone told you but you truly have no ability to know for absolute sure. You only have a birth date if you agree to have one. You, also, really have no idea who your parents are. You simply have to take their word for it.

Lastly, the grand social security number. Did you sign the document while being fully informed beforehand of all consequences such a number would bring upon you? No you didn’t. Your parents did that for you.

With all that said, do you have a name and if so why? What benefits, and more importantly, what burdens does such a designation lay upon you?  Do you really know who you are? I say you have no idea who you are. You only know what you’ve been told and could you ever prove whether such information was absolutely correct? No, you can never.

I have this crazy idea of thinking and would like your input.

Who/What gives anyone the ability to rule over me?
The way the system is now, we’ll use 3 people as an example. If two of the people decide they like a certain law, that law is passed and forced on the 3rd person. Mr. Third didn’t like the law yet he has no say in the matter because One and Two overrule him. That, my friends, is mob rule and not the republic this country was supposed to be. Why isn’t there an opt-out option?

Example 1: Just think how many people out there are forced to pay a local school tax yet have no children in school. Why is it my responsibility to send your retarded kid to school?

Example 2: One and Two don’t like the way Three is raising her kid. They pass a new law, and suddenly, Three gets her kid taken away, has to take parenting classes and whatever else they come up with to make her life hell.

It just doesn’t make sense to me that this country has turned into a mob rule form of government. Hopefully people will wake up but unfortunately ignorance is bliss. Until something happens to you personally, you close your eyes and don’t see what is going on around you. When it does happen to you, it’s too late to do anything about it because you chose ignorance. Wake UP!

Hopefully Cancún, being all about tourism, will have a much lower crime rate. It would be nice to find a kickass place to spend a few months practicing my Spanish and working on la playa.

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I hope he is cruising around the universe checking out all the places he couldn’t while here on Earth. Hopefully, someday we’ll meet again. Even if we don’t recognize each other in our Earth form, maybe there will be a familiarity. Until then, we miss you man.

First lesson will be merging onto a freeway. You don’t merge at 45 miles an hour asswipe! People wonder why traffic is backed up and going slow, well wonder no more. It’s because some putz monkey doesn’t understand that when he merges at 45 miles an hour then everyone has to slow down causing everyone else to have to slow down. Here’s a surefire way to make sure that doesn’t happen. If the speed limit of said highway is 60 miles per hour then punch the accelerator (it’s the skinny one on the right) and be doing 60 when you merge. Don’t be scared just punch it and merge. You’ll find that people are much more willing to let you merge when you are going the same speed as them than when you’re trying to merge your stupid ass at 45 miles and hour. Doesn’t matter if your old with blue hair or young or foreign, get the lead out and merge.

Now, OJ is in the news for an alleged armed robbery and has had way too much media coverage. Did you hear anything about the armed robbery suspect shot to death in Las Vegas a few days ago? Absolutely not if you live outside of Vegas. How could this be? Because you don’t give a fuck. That’s how. If it had been OJ then you bet your ass it would’ve been the top story on every paper, magazine, news channel or any other form of media and would’ve been non-stop until you idiots lost interest.

You live your paycheck-to-paycheck lives struggling to make ends meet while these people have the world at their feet. I understand wanting to be entertained and thinking about something other than how your life sucks but this isn’t the way to go about it. Do something generous for someone worse off than you and I guarantee you’ll feel more delighted and entertained than you could ever be trying to keep up with who wore what at some completely retarded, self-serving awards show.