Poop is bigger than Rand

  One of the things I have recently learned in regards to how I can generate more traffic to my blog was to write about something topical, and not something all frilly-nilly and such. Well, my last few posts have about the lost love of two ancient greek mythological characters Orpheus and Eurydice, a haitian singer, and my undying love for Geena Davis, and somehow, I just don't think things can get as frilly-nilly as that.
  So today I decided to take out all my frustrations about this asshole John Stossel. John Stossel runs a little series on Fox News which my economics professor, here at the College of Charleston, Douglas Walker, who claims to be completely non-biased in the world of political affairs, is completely obsessed with. Almost everyday we are forced to watch one of his mind-bendingly convincing arguments for the 'virtues of selfishness,' where he either berates a poor, out of business farmer or questions the ethics and/or morality of free health care; all being ideas that, after John Galt ejaculated into his mouth, John Stossel now spews back up into the minds of Americans, in some kind of sick, sadomasochistic manner. I think John Stossel and every other psuedo-Libertarian, should take the pages of "The Romantic Manifesto" and shove them so far up their asses that Ayn Rand's body, six feet under, will feel the unified ass fucking that all of her little minions will then be undergoing.

The Adventures of Baron Munchausen

Fantastical Fantasy at it's Finest. This movie should be required by law to watch. Especially for all those who wish, like I, to become a fantastically fantastical freak when they grow up.

Geena Davis

All time Favorite Actress. Everytime I watch Speechless, starring her and Michael Keaton, I cry myself to sleep. And Every four years or so, when I blow out my birthday candles, I wish that one day I can at least see her naked, just once.

Haitian Melodies for the Soul

Such vonderous music, from such a delightfully vonderful man.

Hostel in Turkey

This is a hostel that I have heard stories about from all corners of the globe from all sorts of different people. It is a backpackers paradise. You sleep in tree houses, you just hang out all day lounging in hammocks in an orange grove, playing backgammon, walking to the beach past ancient ruins, cliff jumping, sitting by eternal fires at night on the rocky hillsides. And the best part is that its about $12 a night. Let me know if you want to know what its called.

The Turkey Did It!

So apparently the The US House Foreign Affairs committee just voted that the 1.5 Armenians killed during the aftermath of WWI and the breakdown of the Ottoman Empire, constitutes genocide. It looks like this will strain relations with the US. Unfortunately I was just planning what was going to be an amazing trip to Turkey this summer. I hope it will still be able to happen.

A Lover's Romp into Hades

Orpheus and Eurydice

I have always loved this story. Orpheus and Eurydice were two of the most quintessential lovers in all of history. When a snake bite killed Eurydice one day and caused her to descend into the dark underworld of Greek mythology known as Hades, Orpheus was overcome with grief and spent all of his time playing sad songs mourning over his lost love for her. One day a few scantily clad forest nymphs felt their hearts bleed to such an extent when they saw the depression into which Orpheus had sank, that they convinced him to venture down into Hades and attempt the impossible and bring his lost lover home. Orpheus immediately did this, and by his powerful melodies he softened the hearts of Hades and his wife Persephone, who especially felt the cause of this die hard lover. Hades agreed that he would let Eurydice free on one condition. This was that on their return to the world of the living Orpheus must walk in front of Eurydice and not look behind him to check on her. Ironically, and in typical Greek fashion, just before they reached the surface, Orpheus was overcome with anxiety over his wife's well being and he turned around to make sure she was behind him. Just as he did so, she disappeared into the darkness never to return again. Orpheus spent the rest of his life wandering the world singing songs of melancholy and infinite sadness for his lost lover.

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