Forget the pot roast, I'm bringing home fritters (only)!

I can't fucking believe it. Not much has come down the pipeline as of late, and it seems that only about 6 posts ago I was dreading the oncoming dead of winter. It seems, at least today, that the dead of winter is dying, and maybe my morale will take advantage of this and be boosted to unearthly heights in order to increase production.

Now, I had several points to be taken up in this post, but all of them have been violently deleted by the over-consumption of double chocolate chip cookies, Roundy's soda (various flavors), and the new season of The Real World. The integration of these items alone makes for a good discussion (especially the latter), but I shall resist.

I watched Full Metal Jacket. I saw this movie in 1989 or so, which probably had a mostly negative effect on me. The images will burn into your head, said Kubrick himself in several interviews. Interestingly, maybe, watching it now, with our generation's war proceeding on, the future becomes more bleak. In a moment of intense excitement and unexpected jealousy I realized that a human necessity exists, similar to the need for religion, food, or clothing, to have a state of war. At least in our country for the last 60 years. Crushing the enemy and quelling paranoid delusional fears feels fucking good, and both the Colonel and Orville Redenbacher agree. We have an addictive personality as a nation that thrives only on chaos, and other things are left to fall in place. The cycle of abusive spouses and drug running will continue. Take no shit. But, at the same time, consider proactively what massacre your child might be sent to. To make it better on your heart, listen to Europe's The Final Countdown, and hope for a robotic future. God damn these laptop keyboards.
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