A Million Ways to Die. A Moral Question.

So, you say you want to kill a man.  You want to know how you do it.  You want to know how to get away with murder.  I wish you the best of luck with that, because you won’t get away with it.  Try as you might, all those unsolved murders are pure luck.  You drop DNA everywhere you go, it doesn’t matter how clean you are, how well you plan the deed, it comes down to how lucky you are.  Just look at recent history.  But that is physical murder, with you standing behind the trigger, the knife in your hand.  Oh, my friends, there are a million ways to murder a man, each more dastardly in nature than the next.  You see, to end a man’s life is simple for them.  Why do they care, they do not even know what is going on. 

The Never Ending Story...

  I remember watching that movie often as a child, I really don't remember a great deal about it, I guess the filter of time has erased much of the story.  I really don't think that is a horrible thing, lots of things get lost in the shuffle of time, memories being the top of the list.  But someone brought that movie up on Facebook, and the fact is, I am older now, with a few more miles on the clock, and a drastically different mindset than the last time I watched it.  Right now, from what I remember about The Never-Ending Story, its really depressing. 

Yesterday I died a little more

I want to once again that all those who have tried to help me get out of some of the problems my parents and I have had these past few years.  Things are getting better in many ways.  Other things are not, but that is for another thread I suppose.  But here I am today because I have something gnawing at me, to my knowledge something commonly stated or inferred on blogs and Facebook, but its something that I think everyone should know.

The more you have.

Many years ago I was told "If you know what you have, you don't have much."  The comment, made by a friend really rubbed me the wrong way.  For years I have been fairly anal about the things I own.  I always do my best to take care of these things, I want them to last, I take pride in some of them, I want to keep them.

Facebook

I am sorry, I have not been the most active blogger, I have just been very busy coping with the death of my Dad, becoming not homeless, looking for stable employment, and doing odd jobs. You know, the American dream. I can still be found around Google+ and other social media, still raising all grades of hell about religion, fighting about politics, and doing my thing, just very little in terms of writing. It also took a lot of wind out of my sails losing my laptop to cryptowall 3, and I just haven't been in the mood for it.

I am the Wind

I am the wind. The baggage of my life carried with me everywhere I go. For whatever reason, I am never quite weak enough to drop it, but not strong enough to cast it away from me. Often when people ask me how my day is, or how I am doing, I only reply “I'm here.” Its never a good day, not really a bad one. It is a confusing answer, but its true. For almost thirty four years I have crawled or walked on this Earth, and I can honestly say, most of those days have not been good or bad, just days.

The Walking Dead Revisited

In an entry from a while back, I wrote about how I see metaphors in just about everything. I also talked about the many metaphors I saw in the show, “The Walking Dead”. At this time, I think I need to clarify that entry to this blog, and update it as well. Keep in mind that The Walking Dead is a metaphorical statement about our own society. One in which the walkers are society, and Rick's group of survivors are the disenfranchised, the mentally ill, the incarcerated, the poor, the homeless, and many minorities. In the zombie apocalypse, I advise staying away from horses, and remember time is fluid. So, be warned, “Dead Inside.” In other words, there will be spoilers and opinions.