post modern age

Haha! Actually, I am thinking of really how to include more of Woodrow Jest's future world into the story to get it context. Maybe he will be a futuristic coke peddler, or heroine addict, or Bills fan. Or the President. Or something.

If you park in the lot to the exact left of the arena, the freeway is a straight shot from there. You get on the road and are literally in line with the on ramp.

Do you have really, really good ears? The only person I've yelled at is Alaska Darin, and that is because I love him.

My comment wasn't meant to be aggressive. I expect that forum members are all too used to most comments being aggressive, and so I can see how you made that mistake. But yeah, no foul.

I did answer the !@#$ing question. Just because I din't speak in simple little direct sequences, that you understand, which allow you to sign off on something as legitimate doesn't mean I didn't answer the !@#$ing question, you blowhard. And for another thing, I will be direct with you: Stop being a mechanized socially secluded forum troll whose sole and undying existence is dependent completely on ones ability to be right, always, on an internet forum. You're not even that good at being a stupid B word, and I assure you that's your apex.

I don't care what you say really. I just wanted to make a point of the fact that the style was intended because I knew that if I didn't make that point one thousand socially depressed old forum trolls would come whining about the style. But comment on whatever you want. I pointed style out specifically because people who have masturbatory bitchfits about the style of pieces like this tend to have never read any Vonnegut or Haines or, for christ sakes, Albert Einstein. Those people just tend to read whatever is prescribed to them by their selected news media or course advisor (depending upon age) and don't go any further, and for those people I have no respect. If you're one of those people: I have no respect. Like, dislike, care, don't care: whatever. Just posting.

The style is intended. Because the style is intended, it must be pointed out that trying to force the style as a crutch makes you out to be a complete and absolute retard. I repeat, the style is intended. It's written from the point of view of someone named Woodrow Jest in lives in a future where America didn't exist. He's telling (you) why. --- In your time it is thought that a young mind can only express themselves intelligently through music or through fact recitation. There are the enlightened musicians and the enlightened scholars. The rest of your young minds are supposed to drown via their own devices. They are supposed to drown and wade in listless minimum wage occupations where they will wear name tags and ask customers on their bag selections. After the young become old, some of the enlightened musicians turn out to be not so enlightened and some of the enlightened scholars turn out to be not so scholarly. They are both then supposed to drown via their own devices. Then the rest of the enlightened musicians and enlightened scholars will die and people will have engaging debates on their lives where they are pulled apart and rearranged and the strategy and concept of living is discussed and made a mockery of. People will eventually say what fantastic human beings they were, if they had just been able to avoid dying via their own devices. In your time it seems all very systematic. A always leads to C, even when you don't see it coming. I've seen people from your time say that it is astounding how overpopulated the public school system's classroom is but how underpopulated that colleges are. I don't think it's all that astounding. The reason for this is because colleges are really expensive and there is immediate expectation for everyone to become an enlightened scholar. It's apparently important for you people though to make a point that someone can only be an enlightened scholar when they conform and adhere to all the preset principles of being an enlightened scholar. Apparently it's a foregone conclusion to you people that you've got the whole 'being an enlightened scholar' thing down pretty well. Your people, in your time apparently liked microwavable inspiration, and were always looking for ways to make it quicker and easier and more accessible. Microwavable inspiration is when the concept of freedom of expression and choice is overruled by the lack of a reason to live and so people start living through fads and trends and hip gadgety doo-dads. In my time people set goals and strive to achieve them. In your time your goals are set for you based on societies standards. You try to achieve them. Then privately, you set your own personal goals for yourself, but the challenge of juggling all these goals and maintaining your sanity becomes far too much and you eventually just end up giving up on your personal goals in favor of an easier hobby. In my time, our hobbies are usually our goals and we are all extremely good at our hobbies and generally make this our livelihood. In your time, having your hobby as your goal is generally considered selfish and bad. You should instead be working at Wal Mart. That is admirable. You folks sure do make freedom complicated. By working at Wal Mart or whatever you get to bring home a nice ridiculously undersized paycheck to support your easier hobbies – drinking, smoking, chronic !@#$ing and participation in capitalism! You hate yourself for not just being a more assertive person and striving toward achieving your real desires in life. I don't blame you. Society doesn't scold you for not striving to achieve your real desires in life, either, because they also have long since abandoned their real desires in favor of what was considered admirable. They do however scold you for not being more of an enlightened scholar in college. You hated college. Well, let me put it this way: You hated classes in college. You dropped out. Maybe you didn't, I don't know. Needless to say college was supposed to be, by societies standards, the inevitable answer to all of your problems. Society said to you, “Kid, go here, spend ample amounts of money and you will soon have it all figured out.” You never have had it all figured out. Society sold you a bill of goods. You just want to go practice mountain biking or singing or whatever it is that you actually enjoy, but your debt to society is now to work at Wal Mart. If only you could have just figured it all out. Democrats like to tell you that if you punch a hole by their name on a piece of paper they will be more catering to your needs because you work at Wal Mart and need more of that sort of thing. They like to tell you that although you're probably too !@#$ed up to fix, that they are going to do you right by rewarding all the chronic !@#$ing you do with better schools for your off spring. Meanwhile, Republicans like to tell you that if you think the Democrats sound all nice and cozy just wait until some angry folks from some other place come around with guns wanting to whoop some ass. The Republicans say they're the only ones that can stop those people from whooping our asses. Then the Republicans tell us that if we vote for Democrats that all the chronic !@#$ing we do will put us in a bad spot with the holy man upstairs. Both the Democrats and Republicans are big fat-ass liars. You know that but needless to say you still have some faint aspiration to root for one or the other. These Democrats and Republicans disagree on most things, but one thing they all encourage you on is to go out and invest in microwavable inspiration and all of its wonderful aspects. Because investment is good for business! Some people tell these Democrats and Republicans that they wish they could just go about striving for their desires to become the world's best windsurfer or concert pianist and the Democrats and Republicans really don't care. They just want you to shut the !@#$ up and get back to your register at Wal Mart. Because you never know when someone is looking to buy some microwavable inspiration.

Andre looks tremendous in his slick blue suit and is a entertaining gateway analyst on ESPN's hit television morning show "Cold Pizza". His exceptionally traditional end zone dances and harsh, unforgiving theories on the Buffalo organization after his departure are exactly what this organization needs. I nominate Darryl Talley for defensive coordinator. He is an excellent speaker who is completely and absolutely intelligent and reminds me of days when frizzy mullets and complaining about not being voted an All-Pro were admirable in comparison to the coke-peddling gun-wielding thugs of today like Raymond Lewis who shoot up steroids in between plays. I nominate Billy Joe Hobert for offensive coordinator. He is an excellent study and has proven time and time again that he spends exhaustive hours in the film room and buried in his playbook. I nominate myself for Special Teams coach. Even I would look good coaching this group. For offensive line coach, I nominate Vern Troyer. My theory here is that a barking, belligerent overweight imitation of Chris Farley did not work and now an undersized elder who could be devoured by an offensive linemen at any given time have both failed. So why not a righteous midget? To coach the running backs, I nominate Thurman Thomas. Thurman can go about his business of buzz-cutting creative doo-dads in the sides of his running back crew's top-hat afros and then explaining to them the importance of only getting drunk and how going farther, such as having consentual sex with minors or repeatedly declaring yourself the best running back on the face of the planet and then crapping are both wrong. For the Linebackers and Secondary Coaches, I nominate Dick Butkus and Ray Crockett because their ability to take a high school team and soup them up with overpriced commercial knick-knacks and shiny new uniforms so that they could go get their asses handed to them by the HGH popping opponents IN STYLE for ESPN was fantastic. I loved watching Ray Crockett twirl like a ballerina in angst when some high school player dropped a pass. For general manager I nominate Rush Limbaugh, because, in between his bouts of popping vicatin and peddling coke whores through his Floridian abodes, he has the time to deceive us by making up facts and allowing me to live in a jolly, wholesome hopeful wonderland that denies the benefits of tangible results in favor of countless year of selfish rhetoric. Because I certainly haven't had that enough from One Bills Drive and that is the answer.

By myself. Literally. Give me some shoulder pads. I'm ready to go. Just thought I'd share.

Historic franchise... Nationally recognized fanbase... Renowned ability to find inventive ways to lose... With embarrasingly poor seasons stuck in the middle?

My opinion is subjective. I'm not going to get into that B word fight, because that is exactly what you want by leading that question as you did. I disagree with Social Conservatism on a root level. That's as far as I'll go.

One is conducive of the other. If Alito is the best on the list, the list sucks. If he isn't the best on the list, why is he up for this vote? Yes, I have read up plenty on several competing judicial candidates. Continue with smacking the sh-- out of yourself.

My argument is that if Alito was the best option on the list, the list sucks. The reference to the list was on the point that Bush should have taken more time after Meirs to make his decision for his next nomination. Was Bush doing his job then, when he nominated Meirs? Or was that just a mis-step, or was he just trying to be overly fair, overly giving to the 49% that didn't vote for him? One would wonder if he is concerned more with the rough 33% that still support him, or the rough 66% that doesn't. Of course, that number is a lot less pretty in regards to your argument. As Alaska Darwin would smarmily slap onto his keys: UH HUH, UH HUH KEEP TRYING

You are a rational, level headed Virginian.

I feel he has pandered.