And in this corner with an almost unchallenged record "The Status Quoooooo!"

All Apologies

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JZ1alAbMrMM

In a report on the 2011 CPAC address given by Senator and Republican presidential nominee hopeful  Ron Paul, FOX news aired a clip from the 2010 CPAC convention that showed the crowd booing the senator.  The actual clip shows an overwhelming majority of young republicans applauding with fervor as the speaker begins his speech about challenging the status quo to defend our liberties and preserve our national sovereignty and prosperity.  The two CPAC speeches even at the same person introduce Ron Paul with the same background.  Fox news was forced to give an apology due to overwhelming protests by the public.  They simply stated that after digging up the old footage from 2010 and comparing it to the 2011 coverage that they had made an honest mistake.  It’s funny.  Why did they have to dig up the old footage when they had it right there on their desk after they ran it on the national news?

 In a brief synopsis, I will quickly go through the speeches paragraph’s main points that are against the status quo.

A revolution is going on.  There is a change in ideas and philosophies.

Patriotism has nothing to do with the patriot act.  We need to protect our civil and economic liberties.

In regards to Egypt and other civil unrest around the world, we need to do a lot less, a lot more, all over.

Propping up a dictatorships a broad has been a waste we can’t afford.

The status quo used to be against foreign aid.  I’m still against foreign aid but now I’m against the status quo.

Propping up Middle Eastern dictators has been the status quo for over 30 years.

I have never voted for appropriation bill for aid to another foreign country.

Government bank bailouts, Federal Reserve spending and investments in the military industrial complex (as opposed to national defense) have been the status quo.

We should audit and end the Federal Reserve.  It has  eroded  93% of the buying power of the 1913 dollar.

We have had enough bipartisanship in the last 20 years.  Debates such as bad Health Care vs.  No Health Care or both parties coming together to enact bad policies has been the status quo.

Both parties should practice bipartisanship by coming together and agreeing to cut excessive budget spending from their respective constituencies.

Devotion to liberty has been against the status quo .Freedom of expression goes against the current status quo.

We should not use violent military actions our global neighbors.

Government should never be able to do anything that you cannot do. 

There should be no redistribution of wealth and America.

We should consider giving 10% to taxes, taking care of ourselves and asking nothing from government.

There’s no authority in the constitution to have a Federal reserve system, no authority for a welfare state and no authority for a police state.

Perhaps Senator Ron Paul is not so against the “Status Quo” as our leaders and mainstream media would lead us, or mislead us, to believe.

In these changing times, when the world is connected by truth that rides the ether like light from the heavens, we must seize the day.

Ill tell you this, no eternal reward will forgive us for wasting the dawn…

-Jim Morrison

Speech in its entirety

 http://www.clipsandcomment.com/2011/02/12/transcript-ron-paul-speech-at-cpac-2011/

Transcript :  http://www.clipsandcomment.com/2011/02/12/transcript-ron-paul-speech-at-cpac-2011/

 

Hey, you –get off a my cloud!

I have always been moved by spoken word.  When I was young, I was into hard rock and things that were moving way too fast for most people to catch.  Of course I thought I knew it all.  It wasn’t until this summer after I graduated high school, that I met a girl who turned me on to the works of Jim Morrison.  I never liked the Doors.  Oh the music had rhythm and it was groovy, but I was too young to appreciate the revolutionary design of the band.  The guitar player played his instrument like a violin or fiddle.  The keyboard player sounded like a mad carnival, and the drummer was somebody they had met in a meditation class.  And then there was Jim, a street poet who had dropped out of film school.  I had no use for any of’ em.  I got a book of his poems that created a hunger in me to express myself in mysterious yet cognitive forms.  I never got there.  I was so moved by his effortless mastery of metaphor that I didn’t even try.

I wrote poetry for years thinking that the only necessary qualifier was that it rhymed and told a clever story or allegory.  I began writing music in my late teens, but with no formal training in an instrument and being surrounded by accomplished musicians all of whom were in other bands that played every other night, I found no way to hone my voice and elected instead to sit quietly in the corners listening to other people’s rhythms and beats and writing down scores of lyrics to other people’s music.  None of it would ever be heard.  Years later after learning the hard lessons of love and loneliness, I turned to an acoustic guitar that a father had given his pregnant daughter to learn to play after her husband had left her during the pregnancy.  She was too fat to hold it on her lap.  So she gave it to me.  One summer became three as a fumbled across its strings and hoped to conjure some emotion in my empty heart and soften to blow of unrequited love that had saddened my soul.  

I was always enchanted by love songs.  Even before I knew what love was or had experienced the pains of female companionship, I was drawn into the truth and honesty of seventies music.  I learned to play by rearranging the pieces of love songs gone by, that elicited a great emotional release and a subsequent hunger that could only be quenched by, - words.  It was at this moment that I discovered the true power of language in my life and at my disposal.  It was the power to heal.  I started with myself.  I found it easy to code or decoded my emotions and distress to the timing and melodies created from the left over chords and pieces of songs I hadn’t learned to play completely.  I learned to rearrange those notes and pluck my own heart strings. I can now write a whole song in more fluid motion in the number of minutes once I find the right melody.  I can say exactly how I feel and it comes across well. It has healed my heart and saved me from the depths on more than one occasion and others too. The gift that this expression has given me in being heard has been life changing, even though the one most often wrote about never sticks around long enough for me to nail it, I get release knowing  someone has heard how I feel, a sweet added irony. I have never, however, been able to break the mold of popular rhythm and rhyme in convention.  I have never achieved the level of mastery of a proper poet. I do my thing but, I'm certainly no Jim Morrison.

Critical Thinking and Me.

I read only what I have to or what interests me. College reading has become a tedious and terrible undertaking. The eyes are not what they used to be, nor the mind so pliant. I don't normally put myself into situations where I must critically think. There is much room to groom. I inherently analyze everything, however. I think I know what I know and I stick to my mental strengths and safe zones.I prefer to manufacture my own reality and have become quite edified in delusion. I care not for others perceptions unless I perceive them to be destructive to themselves and others around them and yet I am oft oblivious to my own incongruities. Perhaps I need this class to point the magnifying glass inwardly in an effort to re focus the accuracy of my outward projection of thought and words.

I have spent most of my life being mentally sedated. Not by substances or some self administered malfeasance, but rather by sheer and utter laziness. Perhaps in pessimistic moments, I feared the destination to which my thoughts might deliver me. Other times, I found the "natural" progression of ideas proposed to me to be calculatedly burdensome and manipulative. I chose cerebral activities that provided me a shelter from ambitious proclivities, perceiving instead some thronish laurel perhaps more suitable for treatment of rectal prolapse resultant from gratuitous exertion.

I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
And stops my mind from wandering
Where will it go.
I'm filling the cracks that ran through the door
And kept my mind from wandering
Where will it go.....

If I open my mind, let loose the shackles I have long cynicistically imposed upon its faculties and truly contemplate, will I not be sirened into its toolings and snidefully embrace my angst with clever tonguings?

Ok Im done with the Thesaurus...that was like trying to use a shotgun for a chisel.

I think writing is communication. I am always leery of "Why" someone is telling me something. What they may want as a result as opposed to what they appear to be conveying. In the hopes of becoming better equipped to understand, comprehend and experience communication I will open this door. My weak suit is organization of thought and continuity of  relevance. Another level of thought plainly cloaked in pertinence would give me more hope that those willing to wander through my drabble might more poignantly and focusedly read between the lines.

Boom-Boom! Fires Chisel again, (It grows real dull, real fast that way)...

The truth is I hate reading, love talking and shy away from thinking. I have become very satisfied with my thought process. My verbal and written productions, however, are not so well received. I have no censor button but catastrophe. No buffer, no filter and no off switch. In critically think about this, I can't help but come to the conclusion that I am uncomprehendable at times and this furthers the thirst to be heard, which I quench with more words and seemingly meaningless metaphor.

Then again maybe I am afraid to say what I really mean, preferring instead to mask content in a way where I can sarcastically say, you thought thats what I meant, if it becomes uncomfortable or coyly wink when someone actually gets it. I could, perhaps, fancy myself way smarter than I actually am and used to people to stupid to figure it out. I certainly find myself amusing and love to see how people react to what I write. I'd hate to learn to think critically and lose my number one fan. Maybe a healthy learnin' would make me think my own speak dull and I'd desire outwardly for knowledge and understanding, never again to be satisfied with the cage my candor has become. Maybe my words would start to make sense to people. I'd feel it. I'd be still...

I've always been really good at finding myself in the right place to say something. the priests of old and magicians of yore used mnemonics to actuate the energies of God and Nature in concurrence with the meeting of mind and will. They did not waste words..and they knew when and how to listen.

I wanna be special...I wish I was special ...