"Josh's Daily Dose"

The Interdependence of... well Everything

2009-10-10T15:12:00.000-07:00

There is so much beauty in the world that goes largely unnoticed. Can you not see it? Can you not feel it? Personally, I see and feel it best when looking through the scope of pain and suffering... Without agony, without evil, we could never truly know the feeling of purity. No one thing that exists in legitimate opposition to another can truly be understood without first understanding both.

All the live long day people try to ascertain the meaning of life, all the while being completely impeded by their conscious denial of their own mortality... the acceptance of the fact that they will inevitably perish. Many a holy man wasted away, blindly proselytizing the ignorant masses into extremist ideologies in a vain attempt at self-edification. Far to long has the threat of hell overshadowed the promise of heaven, far to long has man's desire of heaven outshone the brilliance and potential of Earth.

It is only when Earth, Heaven, Hell and Factor X (any and all other possibilities, either separately or as a whole) can a person truly appreciate each option... Trying to understand the universe through the perspective of God while neglecting your devilish instincts is like claiming to understand an atom while neglecting to notice the electrons.

When put this way, the general principle that is currently being conveyed to the reader may seem, well, simple. Simple but not trivial by any means, especially in consequence.

Stroll Leisurely My Lovely Little Lady....

2009-09-05T01:08:00.001-07:00

I brimmed with cool confidence as I calmly approached her moonlit front door. I visioned her awaiting with nervous excitement, knowing that the passing moments gave way to the second she would be in my arms again. The anticipation peaked past her tested patience, and she opened the door just as I raised my hand to knock, and flew into my arms with spritely enthusiasm.

We stood there, engaged in a snug embrace. I breathed her in slowly, the smell of her freshly shampooed hair contributing much to the assuagement of my longing for her, via my every inhalation. Seconds passed uncounted and unnoticed until at last we stepped back. We looked into each others eyes lovingly. I felt absolutely awe struck by the favorable countenance before me, the moon illuminating her face and accentuating her stare with a shiny gleam. Her smile expressed a thousand words, the first five being "I love you so much"

I gently took her hand in mine and asked her to join me on a walk into the warm breeze of the October night. Though she seemed slightly ambivalent, a well placed, well timed kiss on her soft lips sufficiently persuaded her. Stone Avenue road was suprisingly well lit despite the sans street lamp ambience, so we walked without the fear of any unknown or unseen things. One would only have to look heavenward to know why... The clear blue night was majestically lit with the gentle twinkling of a billion stars and an absolutely regal full moon.

We strolled leisurely down the quiet street, my lovely little lady's warm, soft hand reciprocally clasping mine comfortably as she described her day. It was cute to say the least, as her day was more or less much like the day before it. I relished the sound of her voice enough to allow a general fondness toward her adorable redundance. Then, just as my little love was telling me what she had been reading about in US weekly as I pulled into her driveway, we reached the dead end of the road, where only a narrow dirt trail continued through the glamorous sheen of dew covered grass.

I figured it was time for another kiss. I leaned in kissed her softly. The taste of her cherry lip balm was inviting, so I leaned in for another, longer kiss this time. She kissed me back, while I ran my hand through her hair. Our tongues caressed flirtatiously as our lips made little smacking and sucking noises. It started to feel pretty heavy, prompting us to stop and regain our composure. "That was hot" she exclaimed with a naughty grin as she looked around to make sure we had not been watched.

I looked down the dirt trail and thought for a moment. "Sure was" I responded. She knew exactly what I was thinking. The walk had not been a long one and we knew that a walk through the field would be a pleasant one. She looked back toward her house and said "I haven't made my bed." We kissed again and walked home briskly.

Love you little Mouse baby!

Wisdom for the Week

2009-09-03T02:10:00.000-07:00

"Ignorance may be Bliss, but Knowledge is power!"

"Humanity is most likely to prevail when we consider the fact that the things we allow to divide us now are the exact characteristics that will allow us to succeed in the future."

"The scope of our abilities is only dictated by our own self doubt..."

2009-09-01T00:22:00.000-07:00

First I would like thank you all again for showing an interest in being a part of the "change" and "hope" that the United States of America may seem to have already forgotten about. While the upcoming event may be a small part in the thus far ambiguous movement that is taking place in the collective mentality of our country, it's influence is only limited by the scope of our will. I am of course referring to our will as individuals as well as our will as a collective citizenship in favor of enlightened democratic change.

The last time our society experienced times as progressive as those that lie ahead was the Civil Rights and counter-culture movements of the 1960's. The U.S.A. experienced dramatic improvements in a broad range of social and political issues, such as the rise of the worker's rights movement, the rise of the women’s' rights movement, the gay rights movement and various yet profound racial equality movements. Many of the civil liberties we take for granted today were fought for and to a certain degree attained a mere forty years ago.

In my opinion it would be a great injustice to let the sacrifices of the previous generations be forgotten. The sacrifices of Human Beings who stood up for the causes of the oppressed such as Martin Luther King Jr., John F. Kennedy, and Malcolm X (to name a few) should not be in vain, and now is the time to let their examples lead us to the dawn of an improved existence. Too long have the citizens of the United States stood idly by, complacently allowing our decisions to be made for us. The American people are slowly but surely beginning to rally behind our own collective beneficial cause.

The effects of this awakening can be observed in major regions across the country such as New York, Los Angeles, San Francisco, Sacramento and Washington D.C. where demonstrations are being held to remind the American Public that “… government of the people, by the people and for the people, shall not perish from the earth.” –Abraham Lincoln All indicators seem to express that the American people are ready for a change. Many of us just so happen to live in the largest county in the United States; San Bernardino County. So why not make the voice of change be louder here than anywhere else? When contemplating whether or not you can start the movement, ask yourselves: “What better place than here? What better time than now?” -Rage Against the Machine

F-ing Friday

2009-08-14T19:23:00.000-07:00

I tossed and turned last night as visions of death and destruction filled my troubled dreams. My spirit trudged through the mire and muck of a dismal unknown realm. The air was filled with the screams and moans of poor and tortured souls, and the sweet, rotten smell of death offended my nostrils.

Everywhere I went, the snarls and whispers of unseen demons followed in the shadows. The fear in my heart was only outweighed by my disgust for the atrocities that occurred all around. Full grown men sniveled and cowered as inhuman oppresses slowly shredded their flesh, gruesomely constructing massive mounds of raw human meat. Women cried and screamed as their innocence was brutally robbed from them, shortly before their captors proceeded to exact upon them the very same fate as their butchered men. The horror seemed to be more than I could possibly bear, and yet, I persisted forward adamantly.

Still, I soldiered forward until I encountered a more appalling scene than I could have dared to imagine to be possible. I had seen what these monsters had done to the Men, and heard the rape and dismemberment inflected upon the women, but I could only break down and sob at the sight of those poor babies.

Then suddenly, I awake. Covered in a cold sweat, I glance at my alarm clock. 7 a.m., Friday morning. Gleefully realizing I still have a few hours to sleep, I happily pull the warmth of the blankets up to my neck and doze off to sleep, contently postponing the horrors of my reality for the horrors of my slumber.

sunrise, sunset

2009-08-09T23:43:00.000-07:00

The sun rises, and must also set.
and with it's light and warmth's departure,
it's pleasant comfort we'll forget.
Could we be anymore prepared to leave it all behind?
to cast off complacent comfort and see what else we find?
Is it time to hoist anchor and drift down stream?
Should we continue to wonder aimless through this foggy dream?
No, little is certain, and little is clear.
So what can it be that suspends us here?
Perhaps nostalgic reminiscence of a time long gone,
or sentimental memories of a beautiful song.
What spoken bond binds us to this aspect of reality?
Moving forward bliss and blindly,
dismissing faults much too kindly.
And yet, just maybe, the sun may once more rise,
warmly nurturing an idealist's desperate surmise.

Cries for a New Beginning

2009-07-31T05:54:00.000-07:00

The biggest knocks on Sagan are his so called "atheism" and his regular cannabis usage. Well, I'll tell you what, after listening/hearing to what he had said (when I was in high school), I soon learned not to care; his message was good, and pointed out the hypocrisy of the modern world structure.

He was only an atheist in the sense that people claim Einstein was an atheist. Neither man believed in God in the form of some old white man in the sky, but a force that keeps the balance between cosmic order and cosmic chaos. We don't know what it is, we cant even comprehend it, so why not point out the hypocrisy of those who claim to? I believe that this is the general meaning of Christ's ministry. The Faith in God (God=Good), and The Rule of Reciprocity (Love for thy Neighbor).

Good Morning. Enjoy it.

-Joshua

Why I write? (or why I'm right ; ) jk.

2009-07-31T04:52:00.000-07:00

If Ernesto Guevara would have chosen law, rather than medicine, and perhaps had some sense of comfort in 'cosmic justice', he never would have even had to employ the use of violence (i.e. war, executions, stabbing a mule in the neck ha ha. fuck). I am not inferring that he would not have done so anyway, only that he would not have felt the need to.

Think about it... War is ugly, and we can avoid it by using the law and democracy to change unfavorable circumstances instead. "We only have to free our minds" (-SEHF ONE)

I hope all of you will enjoy the new direction that "The Dose" will be taking :-) I sincerely encourage all friends and peers to "read-and-respond" After all it is all of you who inspire my deepest thoughts

-Joshua, the Christian Communist from Freedom County California

P.S. Please excuse the seemingly pompous withdrawal :-)

'nuff said!!!!

2009-07-22T20:52:00.000-07:00

... And that's on a Good Day!

The new regiment

2009-07-20T10:03:00.001-07:00

This morning I awoke at 8:30. It felt great. Maybe my enthusiasm will dwindle with time, but for now I am overjoyed to be following a set routine. After all, it is the only way to guarantee that I will have time to do the things I love (i.e. reading, studying, eating regular meals, and getting in some daily push-ups, sit-ups, and dips)

The Monday morning consists of a half hour to eat breakfast, one hour to do my exercises, and a half hour to brush up on the daily news. Being as I am up at 8:30 am, this should leave me plenty of time to blog or do any other writing I may want to do. I should be finished with these activities by around 10:30, leaving me an hour to shower and dress for work.

That is the morning routine. Then I am home around 6:30 p.m. I have allocated two hours for dinner (preparation, consumption, and relaxation with a glass of red wine). Dinner won't usually take this long, so by 8:00 p.m. I am starting my Spanish lessons, Guitar lessons and creative writing. If all goes according to plan, I am in bed by 12 a.m.

This allows me 8 hours of sleep, just enough time to wake up at 8 or 8:30 and do it all again on Tuesday. We'll see how long I can keep that up :-)

"God's Gifts to Humanity"

2009-07-20T01:13:00.000-07:00

The chemistry between the two would be lovers was electric. To say that the unspoken subtly expressed emotions that were intense would be a gross understatement. Yet in the crowded room of lavishly clad dinner guests, few were in a state-of-mind to notice such flagrant flirtations. Even those within the immediate vicinity of the two able bodied young adults took little or no heed. At most, a jesting brow was employed by a few keen observers to note the humorous situation.

The night of merriment progressed smoothly, with wine flowing, candles dimming and the smell of cannabis favorably accentuating the sheik ambiance. And all the while the two prospective lovers maintained their suggestive demeanor. Though the little winks and smiles increased in frequency, the majority of party guests eventually checked out their coats and purses, overcoming heavy inebriation to do so.

The taxis came and went in systematic succession, carrying off the many sprightly couples and groups off into the night. Those who had not far to go or money for the fare enjoyed a brisk walk, with many of the lovers holding hands in gay jubilation. An unfortunate woman in a sassy black dress and pearl necklace had the sad luck of a broken heal. She could be heard belligerently complaining of the mishap until she was around the vine covered brick complex and out of earshot.

Finally, none were left at the party, save for the courageous Hostess of the momentous gathering. She had intended to tidy up after her guests had left, but a dashing young charmer of a man had convinced her other wise. The Hostess gave her regrets to the two mutual admirers that remained still, not having been introduced yet.
"You will each get home quite alright?" she asked each of them. They each gave their assurances that she was absolved of her duties and free to enjoy the remainder of her evening with the suitor that awaited her. Finally alone, they looked at each other, not sharing any words as of yet.

After a moment of awkward, yet classy silence, the bolder of the two introduced himself, with an extended hand, "My name is Jeff. I have been wanting to introduce myself all night" he said, looking down bashfully as he admitted his desire. The other took his hand, reassuringly and said "I'm glad we are finally provided with the opportunity" and added with a devilish smile, "My name is David"

The two men finally engaged in a passionate, mutually desired kiss. They quietly shut the door and walked through the summer night, hands clasped, conversing all the way.

All for one, One for All...

2009-07-18T14:07:00.000-07:00

The lack of brotherly love is ever growing, and ever more apparent. July 17th was a stark reminder of the average persons ignorance, selfishness and self-deceit. I am referring to the Rancho Cucamonga "Patriots". A group of seemingly affluent people who have given an above average effort to voice their discontent with the idea of Socialized Health care. Their slogans range as wide and as ignorant as can be imagined, from "Stop the 'Kill Grandma' Bill", to "Common Sense! not Common Cents!"

I must admit that I do have a deep appreciation for the latter phrase, as it is a reference to Thomas Pain's revolutionary pamphlet, "Common Sense". It was published anonymously in January of 1776, signed only: "Written by an Englishmen" In this Revolutionary pamphlet, Paine expressed his resentment of British oppression of the Colonies (which would eventually become the U.S.A). Though the views expressed in the pamphlet were wide spread at the time, his impeccable employment of ingenious rhetoric allowed him to make these ideas understandable to the common persons of the day. It was fantastically popular, and did much to bring the discussion of independence into the public forum. The influence of the pamphlet only grew, eventually giving Pain immortality as a founding Father of this country.

All of this is so deliciously ironic to me because of the perversion that this great man's work has come to be associated with. Private Health care! Bah! There have been few more corrupt systems in the history of mankind then the current health care system in the United States (the only rich, developed Nation not to have Social Health care available, with the exception of South Africa last I checked). Indeed, we are so lost in lies and self-deceit that we believe that a human life has a price tag! Or that it is somehow ethical, let alone beneficial, to treat fellow human beings according to their financial capabilities, rather than their medical needs!

And all in the name (or mockery) of God and Country, we have allowed our country to become a nation of degenerate, idol worshiping, money loving, whores. So twisted that the people in this country most blessed by God could spit in the face of all he says we should stand for. Like the struggle of true patriots before us, this one to boils down to the needs and rights of the people, and the desire of the rich to keep them from it.

I will continue to pray that the RC "patriots" will take a little more from Thomas Paine than a perverted mutation of his legendary title. Perhaps the example of how he donated his royalties from common sense (an astronomical figure at the time) to the Continental Army, in the name of American Independence. Better yet, I hope that they test their convictions with this, a quote from Common Sense, "A long habit of not thinking a thing wrong, gives it a superficial appearance of being right, and raises at first a formidable outcry in defense of custom." In other words, just because private health care is all you know, all you understand, and all that you find false comfort in, doesn't make it right.

God Bless,
Joshua

My Dearest Peoples

2009-07-05T15:26:00.000-07:00

Life is beautiful! For the Love of God, it only exists in the moment that you LIVE it! Are there things that need to change, ABSOLUTELY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But nobody is going to want to hear your message if they don't like your attitude! (writing this has me on the verge of happy tears). Love everyone! For as soon as people know that all you do is inspired by a genuine love for them, and not only yourself, they will be guided to see your line of thought :-) Make merry, It is what God intended. Have not Hate in your heart, and employ your anger sparingly.
Hate is a cancer, and the only permanent cure is unconditional love (i am ACTUALLY CRYING! but oh SOOO happy!), today, is truly a blessed day! I thank God, and my dearest, truest friends for sticking with me while I figured that out. Let me not forget, and I will do the same for you.
Though I have a deep desire to write on in this mental state forever, I wont do it all now. If you are reading this, and are in anyway moved by it, enjoy it! Soak it in, there will be more.

God Bless

A Significant Quandary of Revolutionary Life...

2009-06-30T14:12:00.000-07:00

There comes a point in the life of a Marxist Revolutionary (at least in the life of a true Marxist Revolutionary), in which the skepticism of those closest in his or her life has a most significant bearing on the heart, mind and soul of that Revolutionary. This is unavoidable, as the negativity is rarely limited to being passive skepticism of insignificant acquaintances. In fact, more often than not it is expressed in profound ridicule, ostracization, and chastisement from the very people who's approval you seek the most. Friends, family and the like perpetually demonizing all that is held most sacred. Judging your motives to be egotistically driven, or a state of juvenile rebellion, they constantly unfavorably interpret your every action, your every statement. It is at this time that the malleability and resilience of your heart will face the most significant trials.

It is easy to stand firm in revolutionary convictions when those convictions are accompanied by a loving support group who shares and thereby reinforces the things that you have faith in. But when you live a lifestyle that is in stark contrast with that of your friends or whats more, your family, self doubt inevitably and insidiously seeps into the depths of your soul. And as you naively seek their approbations, and believe that you are exercising the very morals that you were instilled with, they cunningly encourage their own self deceit to permeate your moral fiber. Indeed, the sole strength of their positions is provided by the primary thing that makes you better than them. Love for others above or on par with your love for yourself.

As others are driven by self appeasement and self entitlement, you are driven to act by what is most beneficial to those around you. Inevitably, as their resources are utilized for one thing (themselves) and yours for many (others as well as yourself), they attain monetary and material things more quickly. They scramble ahead in respects to material gain as you are left with nothing but your convictions and past mistakes to keep you humble (not that you could forget your errors if you tried, as they are constantly reminding you). Then they use these soulless objects as faulty evidence as to why their values are more beneficial than yours, rejoicing their material gain while others are denied the most basic elements that represent human dignity.

Then one day, it dawns on you... who gives a fuck what they think? These capitalist bourgeoisie will inevitably wipe themselves out. And then your answer is clear: live righteousness louder and prouder than they can stand. Let your life be the mirror in which they can only see their own hypocrisy. COMPROMISE NOTHING! Put the choice of change in their hands, and persevere. You are not anymore accountable to them than you are to yourself, you serve a higher purpose. Remember, the more they hate you, the more you have exposed them fore what they are.

Marx, Engels, Lenin, Jesus!!!

2009-06-21T03:01:00.000-07:00

To live a life in ignorance and complaceny is certainly to squander the precious gift of "now".
But to see the writing on the wall, to see the storm on the horizon, and know that you are built to weather it, is to finally liberate yourself. What a gift it is to see what you must fear, and to persevere in the face of all trials set before you. "It's better to live one day as a lion, than a thousand years as a lamb" -anonymous graffiti (photographed by George Rodriguez in 1970)
Is it righteous to be meek? Indubitably. But is it righteous to be cowardly? Or to be silent when Human Beings who are as defensless as yourself suffer under the oppression of greedy men? To that: a resounding "FUCK NO IT ISN'T!" So how is it that I speak to "righteous" men who stand idly by as their fellow men are starved, displaced and murdered? It is because there are no righteous men. Only righteous actions. "Who you are when no one is watching is who you will be when you least expect it" - Thomas Jefferson
The most gripping lessons that Jesus Christ blessed humanity with were not those that set mens hearts and minds to God. No, the most poingnant passages are those in which Christ teaches People to Love ONE ANOTHER*. Think about it, "Love Your Neighbor as Yourself" (and keep in mind that Jesus' idea for a Jew's Neighbor was a Samaritan!). So why then is this not evident in the "Christian" establishment?
Let me expound upon that last statement, as I am sure it may take some aback. Is there a spirit of charity in the Christian church? Yes, there is. But I don't think I know many (if any) regulaur going church members that even attempt to live this principle to the extent that Christ BLATANTLY intended it to be taken! Think about it!!! Here is a common carpenter (from Nazareth**!!) SCHOOLING Pharisees, Sadduccees, Teachers of the Law and Scribes on where their hearts and minds should have been! The beauty and irony of Christ's message tuly know no bounds, and neither do his wit or his heart.
Which brings me to my last thought (that I will write for now), If Christians are to be like Christ, why aren't they? Don't get me wrong, I am really not one to judge. But as a FELLOW CHRISTIAN, I am RESPONSIBLE for holding Brothers and Sisters accountable, especially when they give MY faith a bad name. I literally pray that one day people let love for their neighbors as themselves be the rule of earth. I pray that one day we as a United People will let the "Golden Rule" outweigh our toxic idolatry (i.e. materialistic indulgences such as flashy sneakers, fancy cell phones, or fast cars), among other ailments of the human heart. Furthermore I hope for the day when someone in the churches (the buildings, not the living body of believers) sees the benefits of the the "Acts model" for Christianity, especially the financial/economic model and actually follows it. You know what communism hasn't had since the 2nd century a.d.? God. I think it's about time people who believe in any God or gods makes an active effort to change that...

Anyways. It's now five a.m. I'll wrap it up for the sake of anyone who's attention span actually brought them this far. :-)

* The particulaur example used here can be found (and hopefully read and studied) by anyone who cares to look in Luke Chpt. 10: 25-37 or for a similair and at least equally applical version read Matthew 22: 34-40.

** Of all things to be a Nazarene was to be of humble origin, but whats more is that populaur sentiment of the day is for a Galilean from Nazareth is shown to be expressly negative and uninformed (John 1:46, 7:42) Much like populaur sentiment today apparently :-)

Answer to the question in my June 1st entry...

2009-06-13T23:35:00.000-07:00

What do constitutions, democracy, civil rights, checks and balances, the Bill of Rights, The Declaration of Independence, The French Revolution, The American Revolution, and Habeas corpus have in common?

They are all laws, systems and movements undertaken by oppressed men to the ensure the protection of necessary liberties in their future. Were they racist men? Yes. albeit noble too. Noble for the lengths at which they would strive for the destiny of liberty for those they loved. Many of the things in this category are notable in our time due to the American Revolution and our Founding fathers. While the founding fathers were not by any means perfect men (some owned slaves, were prone to dueling, had affairs, etc.), they were men that had significant roles as patriots of liberty.

A rather minty morning!

2009-06-12T12:16:00.001-07:00

At this very moment I feel like I should be getting ready for work. However, being as I feel competent in the task of getting ready quickly, I have chosen instead to fully absorb and enjoy everything that I encounter today. Is there a better time to blog? I respectfully assert my opinion, no, there isn't.

So, being that I have been waking up earlier in order to enjoy my life to the fullest extent possible, I have had plenty of time to assess the myriad of components that comprise my existence. What are my qualities? What needs to be improved? I enthusiastically seek and recieve constructive feedback from anyone willing to provide it. The opinions are mostly favorable. But that isn't what I am seeking. In other words, where is the dirt? What about me holds me back? Am I unable to complete tasks due to lack of ambition or drive? Do I drink so much that I am negatively altering the course of my otherwise charming life? Is my pro-marijuana stance simply a selfish post-teenage rebellion?

I dont know. I am surrounded by people who love me, I have a job that I work very hard at (and find MUCH satisfaction in doing so), and yet something is telling me to analyze. Which stone have I left unturned? I write this in an exceedingly positive and seemingly clear state of mind, so feel free to provide honest feedback if you fancy yourself a friend.

As Bourgois as it is...

2009-06-11T21:32:00.000-07:00

I LOVE THE LAKERS!!!!!!!!!!! (but I won't buy their merchandise!)

Patria o Muerte

2009-06-11T11:38:00.000-07:00

"Homeland or Death!", the battle cry of any genuine Revolutionary's heart. Though an almost unknown phrase in our day, it is almost impossible to envision a world without this valuable mentality. It is akin to the American Revolutionary phrase "Give me Liberty or give me Death!" So how then is it possible we live in a free nation that neglects it's revolutionary responsibilities? Such a contradictory state of existence cannot sustain itself.
To acknowledge injustice and oppression is nothing spectacular when the people who do so are accompanied by gross neglect, apathy and/or complacency. It is the decision and the action of dedicating your life to the struggle against injustice and oppression that truly makes you free. Unfortunately, in modern day consumer culture, we have been presented an important choice. We can follow the path of the fat, lazy and unhealthy sheep down the road to selfish destruction, or we can opt to take a more arduous and rewarding route toward universal freedom and liberty induced longevity. Mentality of the Individual or the Whole? Competition or Cooperation? Human or Humanity? If we choose the former, we will have solidified our destiny of destruction.
As we as a people embark into the unknown future, leaving behind us a trail of history, we have gradually drifted away from the very things that made us human. This is a universally inevitable trait among species that endure time. We must evolve, mutate or cease to exist entirely. Far gone are the ways and days of our ancestors. Will we carry on their legacy? Will we break the chains that bind us? I have made my decision. Have you?

What the HELL was THAT!!!

2009-06-03T03:14:00.000-07:00

Sorry to deviate from my intended path... Everything in my previous blog shall not apply until my next blog:

What the hell was the noise and the lights about last night?
It shook my house and blinded my eyes.
it wasn't Lightning or Thunder
The ground shook.
there was a perfect circle in the center of the fash, we both saw it (Peter Zaldivar and Joshua Lemus)
Did you hear or see anything that unsettled you last night?!?

Super fucken creepy. We called 911!!

VIVA LA... hmmm... what was it again?

2009-06-01T20:07:00.000-07:00

REVOLUTION!!! The very idea of revolution used to actually stand for something. Now? It is a word that is rarely used correctly and almost always carries negative connotations by those who use it, those who hear it or both. That is a very curious coincidence considering this great nation, the United States of America, only came to be so through REVOLUTION. You would think the 4th of July was always about a block party and some fireworks. You would be thinking wrong. I mean, how many "Proud Americans" have actually taking the time and effort to turn off the television and read The Declaration of Independence? How about the Constitution? This country was FOUNDED on the idea that "all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their creator with certain unalienable rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of happiness..." These concepts, and the fact that Great Britain was not governing by them, had sparked the American Revolutionary war a year before the Declaration of Independence was signed.

Was this the first time that freedom had been fought for? No, it was not the first time (or the last) that oppressed men had fought and died for freedom. Throughout history, human freedom has not been a guarantee, and it is something that is grossly taken for granted today. Indeed, the American Revolution inspired men with ideas of freedom like nothing ever did before it, and yet all the while even this great revolution was only a single stage in a greater movement: The Freedom Movement.

Never heard of it? Can't find it in the oh so reliable archives of Wikipedia? Of Course not, freedom has never been given, especially that easily, only fought for. So how can we know a "Freedom Movement" exists? If it's not on the television, the radio, or in school, does it exist? If it does, where could we find it? History. That is our only answer and our only unit with which to measure the future. Answer this: What do constitutions, civil rights, checks and balances, the Bill of Rights, The Declaration of Independence, The French Revolution, The American Revolution, and Habeas corpus have in common? I'd Love to hear your opinion on that. I will write mine in my next blog...

The Dubious Debut of Josh's Daily Dose...

2009-05-31T21:43:00.000-07:00

As I sat and pondered the myriad of possible preambles with which to introduce my virginal post, I decided that a bit of analysis and reflection of my relevant emotions might present the proper paradigm... and the initial emotion I was then able to isolate was a certain inclination toward pretentiousness, that is, a longing for a facade of complicated indirection with which I might be able to conceal my TRUE emotions and feelings. After all, it should probably take certain amount of courage for young, unproven writers to openly share their innermost fears, desires, taboos, and philosophies with a decidedly cynical world. In fact, even some of the most experienced, celebrated writers sought comfort in the anonymity of an expressive nom de plume.

Indeed, an alias certainly served well the likes of prominent literary figures such as "Mark Twain" (born Samuel Langhorne Clemens), "Lewis Carroll" (born Charles Dodgson), and "Stendhal" (born Marie-Henri Beyle). However, as iconic and revered as these writers are and will most likely continue to be, I realize that it is the very desire to be accepted that makes me so eager to share the core of my being with any and all who care to know. Yes, to be naked, vulnerable, exposed... then accepted. It is that very emotional nudity that I entrust my hopes of freedom to. This is me for all to see...
So in short, rather than expend unnecessary effort seeking refuge in subtleties, I will attempt to write this and future entries with the goal of conveying the genuine emotions that inspired them to begin with... Thank any and all who choose to read my material. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, as it is a pleasure to entertain the idea of you making my acquaintance also.

Until next entry,
-Joshua

P.S. And even so I feel as if I have woefully failed to express the actual point!