Friday, August 24, 2012

The Mitt Romney Problem



The Mitt Romney Problem
Does anyone here realize that the personality that Mitt Romney portrays is by far the worst example the GOP has produced over the past 20 years? George Bush, while toxic to liberals like myself, was far more likable than Mitt; who, at times has his nose pointed a bit too high. Mitt loves to use every excuse possible for why he hides the past ten years of tax documents. Showing the public this would go a long way in establishing trust between him and those that sit in the middle. Unfortunately, we all know that he hides them due to their potential to destroy his entire campaign. Do you really want a man that hides details of his life to run this country? A job like the Presidency requires complete transparency on all matters, as it helps form an image about how this person will run things. Currently, it appears that Romney is going to make every backdoor deal possible to strengthen his bottom line, at the expense of the entire nation. The Republican agenda to eliminate the EPA will open the doors to companies polluting where they desire once again; which, in the end will hurt citizens while strengthening the bottom lines of all those that supported this agency's exit.

Mitt Romney is a problem. One we cannot afford. With Obama, we know what to expect. His actions, while some feel as though they are not in our best interests, have always been geared to help the average joe, not their wealthy employer. People have been brainwashed into believing that he is destroying America, when in reality, the man has immense compassion in his heart; if not for that, we would have never seen Obamacare, the green investments, or the focus on helping the underprivileged. When we look back on this 30 years down the line, we may finally realize just how great life was under my President, Mr. Barack Obama. 

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Death, Facebook, and Maturity

It has been quite some times since I have thought to update this blog, as I have had to deal with the death of my grandmother, Carmella Deane Thompson.  Since the death of my mother nearly 13 years ago, my grandmother stepped in as the primary person I could go to and tell anything without fear of judgement.  She was my chaplain, mother, best friend and confidant; which, means that there is really no person I can tell everything, unless I am ready for some kind of leak to the rest of civilization, as there is no one I honestly can trust on the same level as her.  I found this out firsthand when dumping my feelings on Facebook, from which I have since retired, only to have those reflected with more stress through people's need for dramatics.

It was a very upsetting day when I decided to rid myself of Facebook, as first, I noticed two people had stolen some of my photography and posted it as their own.  Next, when I confronted them about it, they feigned ignorance in an attempt to circumvent my discovery.  Lastly, to hide their guilt, they both blocked me; thus, I thought, "why not."  I went to the account screen and chose to de-activate my account.  I really never liked the whole idea of Myspace or Facebook for they are not places where honesty is accepted; rather, ego stroking is the law of the land, either like it, or stay silent.  When I decided to comment in an honest manner, I was branded as being intolerably evil and attempting to destroy a friendship.  The truth was I was giving a critique on a photo and not aiming any of it towards the photographer; instead, focusing the context of my entire passage to the photograph itself.  

On Facebook, if you do not give a positive comment, it is deleted and the replies never make any sense once it's gone.  Then you either, A. Look like a fool or B. Look like a fool talking BS to rile people up.  When I try to explain myself, people do not want to hear it and delete your message before reading it, then send you a vile, disgusting remark that is going on the thought that your message was doing the very same.  Honestly, I was finally fed up with that; so, I have moved on to merely updating my blogs, mastering photography, and talking to people via text or on the phone; as for the friends list on Facebook, I am happy to see people disappear, pass the horizon and never appear again; however, if they do find me, I will be more than happy to share a cup of coffee, instead of sharing comments on a picture of a dog.