If you break down the world "politics," poli=poly=many tics=ticks=small blood sucking creatures Politics = many small blood sucking creatures If Pro is the opposite of Con Is Progress the opposite of Congress?

Everyone should have something to believe in. I believe I'll go fishing.

If ignorance is bliss, then why is the planet not a paradise?

All comunication is nothing but explanation.

You have to live life with all your heart. It's like James Dean said "Live as if you'll die tomorrow. Dream as if you'll live forever."

Here is a poem that I wrote in the 6th grade..I am now in the 8th grade. And I still live by that poem! It's all about Us The squirrels eat peacefully, The birds chirp loud, The sounds of the music make this little world proud. I sit here and think of how my life counts, And how every single person costs a big amount. You and I both know we all are not perfect, So those happy little creatures are very very worth it. We all seem so happy in out happy little houses, But just think of those who don't even own blouses. This world of ours is mine and yours to share, So why don't we all be very aware, It's all about us in the process of life. This little world of ours will live, It just might.

Adventures of the Jovial Comrade Written by Vinto Spliminto & Kd McBrue Chapter 1 One day not so long ago two malevolent forces were working in a magical place called Aerotron. These forces were the Giant Crushmoron and his trusty sidekick Yucan Trustme. Aerotron was one of the spaceships that were dedicated to circling the Earth in search of those damned Portolars, the German answer to the gypsy's Puzta. After the Portolars were destroyed by Yucan and Crushmoron (or so they thought), the two so-called “heroes” had little to do. They decided that Yucan should jump on the giant Crushmoron's shoulders and create a stampede of epic proportions on the planet Sigrovich, the only all-communist world, and the most powerful by far. The two “Great Bastards” as they often referred to others and themselves, landed in their personal spaceship, Kalamazoo, on the barren wastelands that the Reds knew as Stalin's Crack. This vile and stinky place was often barraged by small Lysol bombs and was only inhabited by the extremely evil and vile creatures that the Soviets knew only as, Crackerz. These Crackerz were huge, they lived off the vile stench that arose from the chasm on which they hunted for dung beetles and Liverpool’s. Nobody knows the trouble they’ve seen; but then, most just shut the dô to keep out de devil. Anyway, the stampede became known to the Soviets and they decided to let the stink deal with the raging beasts. Yucan wondered why there had been no resistance to the enormous stampede through Stalin's Crack; surely, the Crackerz would try to stop the Bastards. Crushmoron explained that the Soviets although the greatest people in the universe, they couldn’t stand the smell of such rancid stinky-ness. As these two reached the end of Stalin's Crack, they saw the Pink Torpedo of Democracy readying to fire on the enormous flood of rancid stench that was beginning to diffuse into the universe. The democratic leprechauns decided to call their chief with great powers who is only known as The Really Fucking Powerful Super Emperor Badass Chief Leprechaun. He sent the Pink Torpedo of democracy screaming to abolish this stinky, stinky mess. As usual, the Americans failed to do anything that helped at all. This caused a great amount of Soviet destruction of rapidly expanding planets with their new weapon, The Jovial Comrade. He was not just any ordinary comrade. He fried the marauding Crackerz back to the Crack they came from and zapped the damn capitalists back to Michigan where they belong. As for Yucan and Crushmoron, they hid with their friend known to the soviets as Singasong the Supergay in the deepest depths of the chasm on Stalin’s Crack, known only to the locals as, the Colon. Chapter 2 Yes it’s that time again >cue heroic music< it’s time yet again for the Jovial Comrade! After taking care of the putrid prank of Yucan and his stupid friend Crushmoron, the Jovial Comrade went on a trip to the over populated planet of Earth and removed the entire Lenin Memorial to his home planet of Pyontenatchu, a small communist planet that housed nearly all of the Oriental communists. Needless to say, The Really Fucking Powerful Super Emperor Badass Chief Leprechaun was in awe of The Jovial Comrade memorial relocation to a place more deserving. And needless to say, with out Chief Leppy the Jovial Comrade would not be the hero that he is today. Leppy holds a monopoly on Lotus Shamrocks, a new hybrid plant that grows only on Pyontenatchu. Small fields of it are grown by the rice paddies of the Orientals. With these Shams, no one would or could stand against our hero, JC (the Jovial Comrade). JC had just learned of a new plot of the maniacal heroes of capitalism, Crushmoron and Yucan; headed by Singasong the Supergay. They planned to use the stench that still radiated off of them from they're escapade down Stalin's Crack to super heat the planet of Pyontenatchu and destroy the food supply of the Orientals that lived there. They realized that their plan made too much sense, so they decided to have Crushmoron sing songs by the Hanson’s and poison the minds of the little Orientals. The Orientals would then destroy all their rice crops and grow strictly daisies; and soon they would become as straight as Elton John. The queer denizens of horrible things like pastel shirts for men, and the Bee Gees came out of their hiding places in the closet and flew from Rainbow Land as straight as a homosexual can fly, and plummeted towards JC's beloved homeland. JC after accomplishing his quota of making love to his beautiful wife Ivana Rompski, and other important communist deeds, heard the strange sound of off key music. Quickly he flew into action. As he had suspected, the Giant Crushmoron and Yucan were driving around in their Geo Metroflier, blaring the dreaded “Mmmmmbop” song while they sang along. The Oriental people cowered in fear, but couldn't stop the mind numbing music. They did their best but were still being slowly turned towards limp wrist actions and other Liberachic tendencies. JC knew he could not tackle this situation alone. He needed the help of >cue heroic Irish music< The Super etc. Leprechaun! The little man rushed to the rescue and began singing an Irish song titled “The Kilburn High Road” and all of the Orientals miraculously started dancing an Irish jig. The song drowned out the pathetic buzz of the Geo Metroflier and the puke-tastic “Mmmmbop” song. JC flew towards the antagonizing flaming fags, picked up their car, and hurled it into the nearest supernova to perish forever. The Irish and the Orientals put aside their differences and together smoked Lotus Shamrocks to forget the lispy events of the day. The shams were so pure that the Orientals eyes un-slanted and they grew almost to a combined height of four feet. As for JC, well he went back home to Ivana and they went fishing In Livhapi Lake. Chapter 3 One time The Queen of Death Valley was walking in the rain as she was wont to do on her home planet of Avalon. She was draped in a flowing gown of white lace. With the dress clinging to her voluptuous body in the rain, she shed her coverings of delicate lace; and on she walked through the rain. Ahead, underneath and alcove of willows there were two shadowy figures. Surprised to see others on here secret grounds she cautiously went to see who it was that was trespassing. As she neared she recognized the flawless masculine body, she knew it could only be one man, the Jovial Comrade. Knee high to JC stood the other man, The Really Fucking Powerful Super Emperor Badass Chief Leprechaun, or Leppy as his friends called him. They had come to her with Lotus Shamrocks; they needed her official approval that these shams were indeed the best in the Universe. So the Executive Shamrock Regulator gladly obliged, and indeed it was as Leppy and JC had hoped, they had the only supply to the greatest shams in the Universe! As Leppy went out for food and JC and The Queen were fishing, those fiendish characters Yucan and his buddy of the anal assortment Singasong the supergay were up to their marabou boas in mischief. Crushmoron was at the annual giant stupid bastard capitalist anonymous meeting in his home planet of Gorgatron. Yucan and Singasong the supergay were going to kidnap Leppy while the only other two heroes that could stop them were “occupied”. In doing so, they could then corner the sham smoking population into crushing Leppy’s control of the market. Leppy would lose his magical powers if he couldn’t smoke sham at least once a day, and the Emerald Planet would be defenseless against the aggressive population of the Greedy Hippies, the secret society that had lost quite a lot of money when it was found that the sham’s from the Emerald Planet were better then the weeds that the Hippies smoked. The hippies were vengeful lanky capitalists, and were only held at bay by the JC and Leppy, seeing as the Queen, the leader of the Death Valley Headless Horsemen, was always on adventures seeking the dollar at the end of the tunnel riding on their pegasi (plural form of Pegasus). With Leppy tied up, they could make his planet fall to the hippies. With the sham market control, they would turn it over to the hippies and enslave the entire Emerald Planet. Yucan and Singasong the Supergay jumped into their Geo Metroflyer and took off after the leprechaun. They hit with their pint-sized vehicle, and knocked the already shammed Leppy completely unconscious. They drug him to the hippies’ planet and waited for his power to completely diminish. Meanwhile the Queen and JC were still fishing seeing as neither one wanted to do anything else in the rain. What will happen to Leppy? Will the world be at the mercy of Capitalists? or Will our hero realize his friends terrible plight and come to the rescue once again, or will he be to late?! Find out next time in THE ADVENTURES OF THE JOVIAL COMRADE!

its an odd place filled with irony. the world is so good yet, so many fear about things that have no effect to the long term of life. i feel so sorry for those that are just in most basic terms unaware. awareness to me is the number one thing i should be keeping my focus on. it is awareness that leads to understanding and its understanding that leads me to knowledge. which should be everyones desire. without knowlege there is nothing. why experience anything if you have nothing to expaling it with or compare it to. i guess its just the way of equilibrium to keep the world set with mostly people complitely unaware. it just sickens me. how many unware entities there really are. its actually quite frighting. but to keep a virus running youve got to have a lot of viral cells working religion is the most interesting of all things to talk about mainly because it is the one topic most people are most afraid to talk about. who cares what you believe... honestly. why try to change someone from their ways. if any change espically in religion should occur that should be a self driving decision. but to hear what different people believe about sex, death and the weight of sin is the most interesting thing converse about conversations...life is so much better with good ones. keep the good ones coming

Happy is the man who is satisfied with that which he has. Unfortunately, he doesn't exist. C.W.Thomas

as a mother of two? - terrifying!