A peek inside the mind of a Genious.

Hello my friends! This is Impact and I am here to tell you a little about the man behind the keyboard. Lets start off with the usual, boring blabber; Myself, I am a young gay guy growing up in the beautiful city of Philadelphia. I have some of the most amazing friends anybody can ask for. LT3R! But enough with the softy, touchy-feely shit. I can begin to express my new found love with the great language composition. I used to be a two-wit fuck up that had no idea that life was more than a box of dildos. It all started in my senior year of High School. Picking classes was easy, until given the choice to pick English - Film or English - Drama. Film was possibly the easiest class ever and everybody and their mothers took it. Me? I took Drama, and that's when my life began to stray from the clear path. Ever since then, I took a great interest in the English language. Correcting many on their spelling, grammar, and fucking hardheadedness to change. I was known as a Grammar Nazi, but since recently; that has changed. I have been promoted to the Grammar Gestapo position.
Intriguingly, I have found new meaning in this life. No longer am I a selfless, hollowed out being of a man, trudging the streets of fate. I write my own fate. I control my fate. I live my fate. People say to me "Well, Mr. Impact. Do you not want to survive in this life." And my retort to that question is aptly answered "Sir. I don't want to survive, I want to live."
Now is a great time to let everyone know what I live for. I, myself, live for excitement. I live to better this world, and free the tormented, conformed citizens and lead their lives into happiness. I live for my long-term goal: The LT3R, The Less Than 3 Revolution. Less than 3 = <3. It has unlimited meaning. My good friends know that I spread the LT3 to everyone I can possibly get to. Except some, the some that take offense to words used a good time ago in history, the guilt people put others on because of forefathers mistakes, and people who do not care to learn. As for my writing. I love it. Some may ask why I write, is it for fame or money, they ask. Money is nothing to me, I would rather have fame, is my most renowned retort. A well-known writer is more respectable than a rich writer. My writings can sometimes be messy; but, my friends, in the end product, they are grand.
This ends my speech about moi. I hope that everyone can see through my eyes and spread the LT3R. Lead linear lives, and be forgotten. Lead nonlinear lives, and live on forever. Stand up, be your own person. Do not forget why you live!

A Glimpse Into The Rift

Hey there Kidlets!

It's your bestest pal, The Doctah, here once again! No rant for you this time chidrens, just a little glimpse at the man behind the keyboard. I am a "normal" guy despite my slight ego problems, and the fact that I'm a class 5 nerd, my favorite thing in the world is simply to run around with my group of friends and keep myself entertained. There is no better feeling than the one you get from telling the sweaty kid behind the register at Target that you just got kicked out of the zoo for making out with a giraffe and filling your pockets with prairie dogs. Excitement, my friends, that is the spark of life and yes the "WHAT THE HELL?!" response that invoked in the poor young fellow was excitement in it's purest form, for both him and for myself, as well as for the cluster of friends behind me and everyone within earshot of the young lad.

I also greatly enjoy the party scene, bring me to a bar or a house party and you can quickly lose track of me. I move from group to group, not really caring who I'm approaching just trying to make friends and brighten peoples day. I am normally joking around with the people I meet within the first few minutes of knowing them and by the end of the night have made a large entourage of new drinking buddies. For example, the first night of spring break this year, I was in Sarasota with my friend Superman (Frat-name, not real.) We immediately made friends with the bar-tending staff at one of the many great bars in Siesta Key, and were out until 5 in the morning at an after-party just down the street. I come alive when the music is blaring, the booze is flowing, and everyone is moving around, especially if I am there with a group of people im super comfortable being around anyways.

I do come across as callous and narcissistic in my posts, and as stated even a little egotistical perhaps, but it is simply a bit. I really aim to help people in life, through writing and real life situations. After graduation I'm hoping to work in a hospital in admission, and to get my master in forensics with a minor in psychology. I write here because writing has always been on e of my one true passions, however, I lack the dedication to it to major in it and spend the time learning all the proper ins-and-outs and do's-and-don't's. I plan to submit several things over the next few years and have a few "kettle's on" if you will, but those are more for my own entertainment and will most likely never see the site of day. I also write about what I write about basically because politics and the global happenings around me perk my interest as much as writing, and I've always been told to be either an investigative journalist or a politician. This is all fine and dandy but I would rather not have to deal with all the red tape in politics, that and I do not think that I could ever produce and say such amazing amounts of bullshit to the American public every day of my life. So kiddies, our first look into my mind ends, there is more to come I just wish for you to like me before I make you hate me... maybe hate me, I cannot make that call of course.

I approve this message,

Doctah Landers

Hey guys! Project A: What Is Love

Hey! My friend and I have come up with a grand idea! There is a question that has been bothering, one that does not have an answer, one that there are not truths to...only views.

What is love, my friends? What is it? What do you believe? What is your views?

I am going to be traveling to the wonderful Center City, Philadelphia and roam the streets doing small interviews with people about this delicate subject.
Being a gay guy growing up with most of my moms side of the family being Catholic, I've had it drilled into my head that love is between a man and a woman, with no sexual intercourse.
Chya? I have reached a point in my life, where new things are broadening my horizons. I have upgraded my vocabulary, started reading diverse things, and found new meaning in the world. I am not wrecking on Religion, but I myself believe that LOVE is between two people, who have unimaginable feeling between each other, even if there is sex before marriage, if you have sex before marriage you will not die, crock of shit.

BUT! Stay tuned! I will be getting a Video/Filming liscense soon! Bye for now guys <3

Spread the Less Than Three

An Apology

Dearest Reader,

It has come to our attention that one of our writers is not what he claimed to be, which is a writer... We would not have allowed that post if we had thought ahead and required that posts be proof-read. Impact and I have known each-other for close to three years and have both exhibited our skills to one another many times, being it during classes or a project we were working on for fun. We thank you for you voicing your opinions and informing us of the lack of quality, it helps a lot. To avoid any further mess-up's like the one that has just occurred, we will in fact be setting up an email that writers will send their posts to for proof-reading. Also dear reader, if you wish to join our staff please send an email to the account, which will be added in the comment section as it does not yet exist, and include how we can contact you and first and last name, as well as 2 short articles, that must be at least 5-paragraphs long each! Once again, we offer our deepest apologies for the mishap, it shan't happen again!

Thank you kindly,

The Impact Staff

A letter to the readers!

G'Day My Love,

How I miss you, dearest child. How have you been? How's the family doing? Did you get rid of that rash? This is the third time I've written and have not heard a word from you, why do you neglect me so? I give you my time and yet things progress as usual. I tell you "Keep an open mind," and you stand idly by as a new bill is forcefully thrust into action without a vote, how very democratic. Please do realize, my dear, that I do not have the capacity to hate you, but nor do I have the ability to love you at the moment. You preach change and we rally behind you and join you blindly in the same old routine. We know all the steps but the blindfolds provide infinite blunders along the side, and the beginnings of a more "1984" America. Again, and please don't forget this kiddo, I take no sides because in doing so would become bias and only see half the hilarity! Whackjobs come in all shapes and colors, they provide endless entertainment in an infinite amount of ways.

Also my beloved child, why are you allowing our interwebs to be censored, monitored, edited, and real world laws to be enforced on interweb-world based situations? The internet is our LAST FRONTIER, the one place where until the age of Bush the II we were allowed to say whatever we wanted and now Obama the Omniscient has stepped up and cracked down even harder than the man with a 29% or some shit approval rating, jeez aren't we just allowing for so much "change" dear child? Ok, I didn't really mean that there has definitely been change as was promised, but not the change that was expected. We as a people didn't ask for fucking internet police, government keystroke programs, and government run spyware to make sure that we are being good little boys and girls. Things said and done on the internet often have very little to no attachment at all to real world goings on, if the user has anything to say about... sites like 4Chan and Newgrounds are the perfect examples of websites that the internet is meant for... and ChatRoulette is, among being the most controversial, EXACTLY what the internet was meant to do.

Anyways children, your blind allegiance to the Socialist States of America/ United States of Fear, must change in order for the world to progress with little fighting and the least gnashing of teeth. Remember child, keep your mind and eyes open and listen for the pied pipers song!

I approve this message,

The Doctah

The One Eyed Man is King

Welcome back children! For those of you just tuning in, I am the Doctah and it's my job to keep you fat and happy with plenty of knowledge burgers and opinion fries. I have a new, slightly more deep, topic for you kiddies. We ABSOLUTELY have to do something about not only our retarded criminal system/prisons but the executions because these are costly and completely uninteresting. George Carlin, despite not meaning a thing he said about it, had many good ideas for new styles of execution. If we randomize the executioners then we can root out the sickos that LIKE killing these people and put them right in prison along with the people they got so much joy from killing. If we keep using the same people over and over again, they will grow to get a sick pleasure from it, which they probably do in the first place.

This is by far the most hypocritical thing that our government does, dubbing one person as fit to die and the other as fit to be the executioner, especially since the executioner is in no way tied to the crime. The excuse they use is the old "Eye for an eye and the whole world is blind, and in the land of the blind the one eyed man is king" excuse but its simply someone else taking an eye for a crime. Plus, these executioners kill way more than two people so technically they are HYPER BLIND. The way I see it chidlens, is that we must completely take the government out of these executions and implement better screening to find America's truly twisted individuals, I say you start looking at Capitol Hill, Wall Street, and the motherfucking DMV because that place is the work of Satan if I have ever experienced it. Once we find these twisted individuals we name them something badass like "The Reapers" or "Uncle Sam's Justice Crew" and we allow THESE TWISTED BASTARDS instead of the ones currently being paid to knowingly kill people, to do what they have been doing from behind a desk and a cellphone for years and allow them to do it face to face with someone.

This is only the first step, after we find these brokers, congresspeople, representatives, and DMV assholes, we inform them of their duties and allow them to savor the power they have for a while by locking them deep below the Pentagon in individual holding cells for about a year apiece, you know to get them REALLY angry and also to get the sociopath's creative juices flowing if you will. Once they're sufficiently angry, and filled with murderous rage, we take a general consensus amongst them as to which form of execution would be the first televised execution, yes they would become televised! The winner of course would be the most original and the most expensive to perform, these people may be being killed but they should be allowed to go out in style, they are human after all!

The second step is initiate a search SPONSORS! And I don't mean like Anhueser-Busch (Bud, Michelob, Bacardi etc.), and the typical fastfood or automotive sponsors, we need POLITICAL SPONSORS! Say we bring back the arena, we get diplomats from different countries to endorse a certain Gladiator for so many fights, and if he continues to impress allow him privileges. This offers an incentive for "the Damned" to work together and towards the end it will turn into a total clusterfuck of anger and blood, which will be shown live on Pay-Per-View and via webcast for the low price of 75.99. Remember my darling children, people are horrible and war driven creatures and will pay ANYTHING to see a good fight, let alone someone DIE, so really you could charge anything you wanted, I was just being humble and not wanting to exploit the mass public...

How do I plan for all this to get paid for? Children, children, please have more faith in me, I am the Doctah, and I'm the best one around. The answer to where the money comes from is so very simple that I put literally NO thought into it and it's brilliant! You make toys, and by the ton! Each offender gets toys based off them and there will playsets for the different arenas or wherever the executions are performed, and allow for good old fashion family fun! Of course when a gladiator was killed in glorious bastard his figure would go up slightly in cost, and have better accessories and maybe even spit a stereotypical, he-manesque catch phrase or two, out of respect to the convict of course. Anyways, I grow tired of feeding your knowledge starved brains so I leave you with yet another "Doctah Approved" better living advice. Do your fellow man a favor and think of the craziest shit you want to do and GO FOR IT! Please don't hurt anyone though because then you're simply a part of the problem, and you're taking my advice and ranting the wrong way. Also remember this children, whether you succeed or fail, you'll get a chuckle or two and brighten peoples days, hopefully!

I Approve of This Message,

Doctah Landers

The Ultimate Resistance

The Ultimate Resistance

The Evangelist Project

by Harry Madison






Soon after the war on the planet Zefil,(With Harry and Esterius and his men).
The Dominican Grays (Kronos) survived, only about less than 1/2 of the race survived. But the Almorionians somehow escaped the planet but only the virus that contains a sickness in which you evolve into an Almorionians. The New Colony of Xeani is populated with the humans who survived the Earths Revelation. The New Colony of Xeani has an armed forces regiment known as the New Resistance, which is lead by Commander Harry Madison’s son and Esterius's nephew, Raphael Madison. Raphael is following his father’s footsteps to lead The New Colony of Xeani into victory over the other planets inhabitants. The new enemies that threaten Xeani are known as the EverAngels. They reside on the planet right next to Xeani called Arin-Vajor. The EverAngels are very calm unless they feel in danger. The EverAngels have started a new "program" called The Evangelest Project; The EverAngels are kidnapping some of The New Resistance's men and turning them into Evangelists. An Evangelist is a creature that looks like a Human but when in danger it mutates into a large behemoth that has 3 thick legs, looking like a tripod, 2 club shaped arms and a mouth with very, very sharp teeth that can saw through metal. The New Colony of Xeani has just started another regiment called The Cleansers. The Cleansers are one step below The New Resistance. The Cleansers are skilled in effectively removing the Almoronian Virus from anything it can shelter in. They are extremely fast and they are pin-point sharpshooters when it comes to fighting. They excel in far range and medium range combat but they are horrible close combatants. In the neighboring planet of the EverAngels there is a race known as the Arragons. Little is known about this race but what we do know is that the EverAngels are very good allies with the Arragons. The Arragons just seemed to "sprout" from the planets soil. The Humans never got the chance to meet with the Arragons; they have not even been able to contact them. The Humans had to survive a mass attack on their new home. This is their story.

1


Two Velman Recon Aircrafts circled where Zefil used to be.

"Come in, come in. Do you read me Exile team, do you read me." radio'd Horror Team.
"Go ahead, Horror Team." radio'd back Exile Team
"I have readings in the area of potential threats in the area." radio'd Horror Team
"Bypass them, Horror Team. The area has already been swept." radio'd Exile Team
"I have multiple readings of hostiles in the area. Permission to search and destroy?" radio'd Horror Team
"Negative, Horror Team. Stay in position." radio'd Exile Team
"Multiple hostiles closing in, Permission to attack!" radioed Horror Team
"What the hell are they!." radio'd Exile Team

About eighteen Dominican Gray Klisen Ships closed in on Horror Team and Exile Team.
Horror Team and Exile Team fell out of position to attack the hostiles.
Alpha Team radio'd the 2 teams but failed.

Alpha Team radio'd headquarters, "Hq, Hq. Horror Team and Exile Team are in big trouble."
"What did they do now...?" Hq radio'd back. "They fell out of their recon duties and attacked 18 unidentified
gunships." Alpha Team radio'd. "How do you know, Alpha Team? You are no where near them" Hq radio'd back.
" Hq radio'd "Permission denied. Too dangerous, alright Hq. Over and out." Alpha Team radio'd

Alpha Team started their decent to Xeani.

Even though Xeani is known for its tranquility, when Alpha and Beta Team's Cruisers come in to land its a whole lotta noise.

The main city was divided into 2 sections. The Regulars and the Section B, The Regulars were the common people and the military. Section B, well little is known about section B but what the people do know is that strange things have been happening in and around Section B. Some Regulars theorize that they do experiments to humans to
make them super soldiers, they also think that new technology is being brought to life in Section B. Xeani is not yet fully colonized but they will be in a couple of years.
Alpha Team and Beta Team's Cruisers landed. Raphael stepped out of the main door and breathed in the fresh air.

Raphael: "Damn it’s good to be back home."
Kialen: "You are right sir, very right."
Raphael: "Where is Ule?"
Ule: "Oh here I am! Ha, ha."
Raphael: "You’re just like your dad."
Ule: "Raphael, what is that?"

A red ball was heading toward the Main City of Xeani, but it burst in midair.

Ule: "Wow, what was that?"
Raphael: "No clue. But the fragments look like they will fall in Harron Feild."
Kialen: "Wanna go check, check it out?"
Ule: "I'm up for it."
Raphael: "Sure, let’s go."

They got on their speed bikes and started to Harron Feild.

Ule: "What do you think it was?"
Raphael: "Maybe it was Horror or Exile Team's escape pod."
Ule: "You think so?"
Raphael: "Maybe."
Kialen: "Probably not."
Raphael: "Why don't you think so?"
Kialen: "Too small."
Raphael: "Then what would it be?"
Kialen: "One has but to guess."
Raphael: "What do you think it is then?!?"
Kialen: "Like I said, one has to but guess."
Ule: "I think he is asking you to guess."
Raphael: "Thank you, Ule."
Kialen: "Well I guess it may be just a meteor."

They reached the field.

Raphael: "There it is!"
Ule: "Ugh. What’s that smell?"
Raphael: "It stinks like the Cruisers bathroom."
Kialen: "It looks like an alien life form."
Raphael: "Stand back!"
Kialen: "What, Raphael?"
Raphael: "Shit."
Ule: "What?"
Raphael: "It's shit from a ship."
Kialen: "Nope, it is not! Fecal matter has a distinguishing odor, this odor has a bit more metallic."
Raphael: "Glad to know you are an expert on shit."
Kialen: "Shut up, Raphael. This has a number tag on it."
Raphael: "I guess I'm wrong."
(Under his breath) Ule: "Again."
Raphael: "I heard that!"

The object let out a gas and they backed up.

Raphael: "Whoa....Whoa!"
Kialen: "I captured some gas that came out of this object."
Ule: "Alright you can take it back to your lab to analyze it."
Kialen: "That I will, that I will."
Ule: "I'll stay here and study this."
Raphael: "Ha, ha! You studying? Ha. What a joke!"
Ule: "Alright fine I’m with going with you then."
Raphael: "I guess we will go to somewhere where I can kill you then."
Ule: "Ha, ha. That’s a funny joke.................not."
Raphael: "Well then, let’s get moving."
Ule: "Kialen is already gone."
Raphael: "Wow, yea. Ha, ha."

They set off to Raphael's Estate.

Raphael: "Tiane! Let me in!"
Taine: "Who is it?"
Raphael: "God dammit, Taine. It's me!"
Taine: "Who's me?"
Raphael: "It's me, Raphael!"
Taine: "Oh. Sorry. I'll tell you a story when you get in here."
Raphael: "I don't want to hear a story."
Taine: "It is important!"
Raphael: "Okay, okay."

They got inside.

Tiane: "Seall called."
Raphael: "What did he want?"
Tiane: "To wish you a happy birthday."
Raphael: "Oh shit, it's my birthday I forgot."
Tiane: "Oh, Raphael. What are we going to do with you?"
Raphael: "See ya around, Tiane."
Tiane: "Good bye."

They started to Raphael's living quarters.

Kialen: "Raphael! Ule! Over here!"
Ule: "Yes?"
Raphael: "What! I'm tired."
Kialen: "Look at the gas samples!"
(Raphael looks)
Raphael: "Holy shit! What is that?"
Kialen: "The gas is teaming with micro-organisms."
Ule: "Oooooh. Why?"
Raphael: "I'll be in my quarters."

Raphael gets into his quarters and blasts some music and falls right to sleep.

Raphael wakes up to the sound of Ule's voice.

Ule: "Wake up!"
Raphael: "Huh what?!?"
Ule: "Let’s get to Harron Feild."
Raphael: "Why?"
Ule: "Kialen is there."
Raphael: "Oh fine."

They started their way.

Raphael: "What is she doing there?"
Ule: "Well she called and said that the thing got bigger."
Raphael: "How bigger?"
Ule: "No clue. How am I supposed to know?"

They reached the field.

Raphael: "Kialen what do you got?"
Kialen: "It grew roots, but when I dug it up it ran away. It's alive."
Raphael: "Holy shit."
Ule: "Where did it go?."
Raphael: "You wanna leave now?"
Kialen: "Sounds like a plan!"

They all got their stuff and started to run, but they got cut off by a giant root.

Raphael: "Oh shit."
(Taking out his sword)
Ule: "Not good, not good."
(Taking out his axe)
Kialen: "Ugh."
(Taking out her dual pistols)

Kialen unloaded on the plant-like monster, the huge arm-like root was cut off by Ule, and Esterius took out the head.

Ule: "Well that was easy!"

The plant fell over and out crawled a creature once it took a breath of fresh air it instantly died.

Raphael: "Kialen, what is this?"
Kialen: "By the Gods, it is a Dominican Gray!"
Raphael: "How do you know?"
Kialen: "The marking on the side of it, it displays the marking of a vehicle master."
Raphael radio'd HQ
Raphael: "HQ, HQ! We have a possible Dominican Gray fatality here in Harron Feild."
HQ: "Roger that, Raphael. We are on our way."

HQ made it there.

HQ Marine: "Ok we have this under control, you can leave now."
Kialen: "No. We had the liberty to kill this thing!"
HQ Marine: "Ok well, talk to Tiane."
Raphael: "Kialen, calm down. We don't want HQ firing us for our insubordination."
Tiane: "Oh there you are Raphael! I've been looking for you!"
Raphael: "Yes, Tiane."
Tiane: "First off, why did you not report this earlier?"
Raphael: "Well....er.....I...uh.....didn't....er...have time."
Tiane: "You fool; you could have gotten yourselves killed!"
Ule: "Er.....We are going to go back to HQ ok Tiane?"
Tiane: "Very well."
Ule, Raphael and Kialen started to head off.
Tiane: "Don't do anything stupid Raphael!"
Raphael, Ule and Kialen sped off.


Raphael's mobile phone rung.

Raphael: "Yo."
Seall: "Yo Raph, its Seall. Get back to HQ I have some good news."
Raphael: "Very well."


2

Raphael: "Seall! What do you need?"
(Walking into HQ)
Seall: "It's the Board; they need you down at Section B. You, Ule and Kialen need to go."
Ule: "Wha....What?!?"
Seall: "Don't worry for I, Head of the Cleansers, will be there too."
Raphael: "Alright let’s go then."

As they entered Section B sounds of metal work and motors could be heard.

Izral, Head of Productions in Section B approached.

Izral: "Hello men!"
Raphael: "What is it that you want with us?"
Izral: "I'm here to quote, unquote, upgrade you."
Ule: "Ooooooh. Huh?"
Izral: "I am here to enhance your intelligence, strength, endurance...."
Raphael: "Ok, I get what you mean."
Izral: "Follow me."

They were led into a lab.

Izral: "Step into that chamber, Seall, Ule, Raphael and Kialen."

Hesitant first but then stepped in and strapped into the mechanism.
A gas was released and they fell right asleep. The sleep lasted about 5 days, but in those 5 days things have dramatically changed. Sightings of Dominican Gray's in Harron Feild and the formation of Klisen ships in the sky have threatened life on Xeani. The Folk have taken up arms and headed to Harron Feild, many go but some do not return. The thoughts of a another war with the Dominican Grays threaten the Folk, schools have closed, businesses have gone out of business, and some homes are left lifeless.

Raphael: "Huh where are we..."
Kialen: "Raphael, this place is dark."
Ule: "Whoa, I had the weirdest dream, which we went around killing Dominican Grays."

A single bright light turned on illuminating the room.

Over an intercom Izral came on.

Izral: "Wake up, wake up."
Raphael: "Huh who??"

A door opened and a big creature rushed in the room.

Izral: "Grab a weapon and fight"

A spotlight showed Raphael, Ule, Kialen, and Seall where the weapons were.
Raphael chose the sword, Ule the axe, Kialen the daggers and Seall the lance.

The creature disappeared.

Raphael: "What the hell?"

Izral came over the intercom.

Izral: "Good, just checking if we altered your weapon of choice, ha, ha! Move on to the next room."

They all moved on. There were three men standing in front of them.

It was Izral, a man named Jekil, and a woman named Aiel.

Izral: "You guys never looked better!"
Aiel: "Fantastic work Izral, you made them better fighters, yet you haven't altered their physical appearance."
Aiel: "Hmmm...I think we have found the right formula for some super soldiers."
Ule: "Huh what???"
Jekil: "We are creating super soldiers to fight the Dominican Gray attacks."
Raphael: "Isn't that what the god damn Resistance is for?"
Jekil: "Yes but this is a back up plan in case the Resistance fails its duties."
Raphael: "And like that will ever happen."
Jekil: "One does not know what the future will bring."
Raphael: "We're out of here, let’s go guys."

They left Section B and entered the Regular's section.

Ule: "Uhmm.....Where is everyone?”

The Current State of Things

Hello again children! The Doctor is back to help ease your worries and fill you warm crispy knowledge nuggets! I know that everyone complains "the world is going to shit," and until recently I didn't believe them to the fullest, sure I thought the world was a shitty place and kind of ignored all the goings on. But Jesus Hamburgling Christ people, the world really is becoming an absolute total cesspool, the world is simply falling apart. Earthquakes and tsunamis are destroying land masses every week it seems and they get bigger and bigger, the world hates us for helping or simply occupying their countries despite them having ask for help or funding at some point in time. War and pestilence are spreading like wild fire, and the politicians in office fight like kindergarden children over "what America wants," which is in all honesty what they think will benefit them the most and allow them to continue their plushy soft-money supported lives. The educational system in our country is slowly becoming worse and worse as our children and adolescents get fatter, lazier, dumber, and more medicated.

Frankly, and quite simply, we are fucked royally kiddies. The damage has been dealt and, as shown by the freakish weather this winter, the Earth is struggling to normalize it's rapidly changing and overly polluted climate and atmosphere. 2012 is the date cults, mayans, and general whackos have picked for the world to end and judging the state of things can possibly make sense to some but the only thing bound to happen is ultimate global cooling and a re-entry into the ice age. The only way to continue living in a comfortable situation is to reverse our consumption and begin giving back more to the environment, do this and the world will survive. Well kiddys I'm done ranting and have many more minds to ease so I leave you with this; Love your neighbor, love your planet, remain skeptical, and do your part.

Seyonara,

The Doctah