The Death of "Famous" People

Whitney Houston died the other night. While I am not a fan of death, I find myself apathetic about the whole thing. A person who I did not know, who did drugs most of her life, who let a man beat her, and who's own mother had to have an intervention court ordered passed away. I will pray for her family and the grief they must be going through right now, but I cannot find it in my heart or mind to care. Many people in my life have been taken from me. Those close and others only barely knew, and I think of them and what we did together on this short time on Earth. I have no fond memories of Mrs. Houston, and I guess that is where my apathy stems. I did not have a "hook-up" because of her most famous of songs, or take a girlfriend to see "The Bodyguard". I was not drawn in to her "reality" show like so many others. To me, she was just a woman who sang a song, made a ton of money, and smoked/snorted everything she made away.
     I am not trying to downplay the importance of life, or say your grief and sadness have no meaning. I can fully empathize with you, as I too know the pain of loss. BUT. I now get to listen to millions of people lamenting a person they didn't know. There will probably be plenty of "memorial" specials, and many famous people will get up on stage and say how awesome of a person she was. I don't buy it. I hear nothing about how she was an addict, and now I'm supposed shed a tear. The same came with the death of Michael Jackson. His death was crammed down my throat and everywhere people were crying like he was their own child/brother. If a normal drug addict or pedophile died in the apartment complex I live in, they would be taken away, cause of death determined, and their family would have a simple ceremony if they had any family left. Millions wouldn't be forced to watch about how they died, and the life they lived.
     Again, it is very hard to not come off that I dont give two shits about your pain. I do, for her family and friends, I feel for you and know your loss is hard. I am more pissed that normal people barely get anything, but because rich and "powerful" people knew her, she is going to have millions spent to tell the "story" of her and her life now. So to the family and direct friends of Misses Houston I say the following: I am terribly sorry for your loss and hope that happy memories soon overwhelm the pain your now experience.
To people who she didn't affect your life on a daily, or family basis: Get fucked and pay attention to the World and your own Country. There is plenty going on that is worth more than someone dying of either a drug overdose or complications of years of doing said drugs. Hundred of addicts and former addicts die everyday. Do something to STOP drug addition instead of just sitting there going "oh poor baby".

Being a Man

I have not posted here in quite some time, and I dont really know why. Like everyone else I have my fair share of annoyances and general griefs that are part of life. I guess, it's easy to say that my life is going amazingly well and that all my problems are gone, but we all know problems are a part of life. I went against someone who decided to make a public statement about a flag recently, but that felt more of blowing hot air than anything being accomplished. I think I was more bothered by men not being Men.

If I have an issue in my life I have no problems coming up to the person causing me injury and having a discussion... or thrown fist.. about this issue. I was raised by a father who took the needed amount of shit at work, and brought that home to his family. I will not say I felt loved as a child, but I never went without. Discipline I know first hand from my father, and it was attempted to teach me the worth of money. I have learned hard lessons about the later. My rant is that Men as it where are ceasing to exist.

My father and grandfather come from the.. dont call in, work your ass off, and die broken but satisfied in all that you do. They are Men. What I am seeing now is a complete lack of balls from the XY genome in America. Let us refer to this as the "Pussification of America". I was taught and raised to speak for myself and be a leader for my family. What I see is an entire group of "men" who cannot nor will not stand up for themselves in even the most basic fashion. I am not talking about people who go to the protests, they are an entire different matter. What I speak of is men who will take a minor slight, and instead of dealing with it as a Man, they bring it before the news, or smear it all over the internet, and sit back with a delighted shiver that they have aired their issue without reprisal. Simply I will say this:
Grow some fucking BALLS. If you have an issue, speak to the person you have issue with. Dont hide behind the media or your computers. Get face to face with someone, make an argument, and deal with the outcome.
The song Omerta by Lamb of God has a short spoken verse in the beginning that sums it all up.
"Whoever appeals to the law against his fellow man is either a fool or a coward. Whoever can not take care of themself without that law is both. For a wounded man shall say to his assailant, "If I live, I will kill you. If I die, you are forgiven." Such is the rule of honor.


I think that sums up what is means to be a Man.