An Inconvienient Truth For Sure

Here's the deal, I was really pissed off when Gorebot won the Nobel Peace Prize making An Inaccurate Truth...however, that's another rant for another time. Mr. Gore's insight has spurred me on to nonetheless ponder our global crisis. Yes we have a problem with pollution and yes we as the human race, The Inuits aside, are a wasteful species. However, I pose the question, would the effects of global warming really be as bad as everyone makes it out to be?

Let me simplify this for you...raking. The pictures you are about to see are after the THIRD time raking our yard. If you do the math just on this last raking, there were 20, 30 galloon bags with 2 garbage cans which gives us an estimated 500 plus gallons of LEAVES on the THIRD raking.

My solution...you guessed it, to keep driving my fossil fuel guzzling truck, not recycling and flushing the toilet at least TWICE after I urinate. WHY you ask, this way the Earth will warm to such a temperature that those in the Chicago land area, namely me and my boo will never have to rake AGAIN!!! Do you realize how much of a pain in the rear it is to not only rake and mulch and rake and mulch and rake again it is and furthermore to place handful upon handful of leaves into a brown paper bag that continuously rips...well I do, and the situation stinks! So here's to not raking leaves in '08 and flushing unnecessarily, can't wait til summer!

Another Thursday Night

For those five of you who don't already know, I teach 6th grade. At the beginning of each day after we do attendance, the Pledge and now our mandatory moment of silence, after which we start off by gathering at the carpet for a read aloud. Since the beginning of the year we've been reading "When Hitler Stole Pink Rabbit." A book about a Jewish family who left war torn Germany just before Hitler was voted in.

Well, this family ended up living in Switzerland and the girl who is the main character was attending a boy/girl school. At recess the boys and girls never intermingled, the girls always played hopscotch until that is Anna showed up. After she realized what a drag it was to play hopscotch, she opted to participate in doing cartwheels with the boys. Don't ask me, I'm still trying to figure out why Swiss boys thought it was cool to do cartwheels at recess. Anyways the boys ended up having a crush on Anna and apparently they decided to show their affection towards her by throwing pebbles and SHOES at her on her way home.

When she arrived at home her mom was pissed because she was being chased by these kids and Anna's Mom ended up grabbin one of em. When asked why he was throwin SHOES at ANna he responded by saying that they "loved her." Well as you can imagine even when that four letter word is mentioned in a 6th grade class all chaos ensues. Long story even longer the kids asked what Miss Miranda would do if MR. T would throw a shoe at her when she arrived at home to show his love for her. I laughed and said I don't know but maybe I'll try.

Later on that night after I had been sitting at the dining room table grading the last batch of papers before grades are due next week, Miss Miranda phoned home after a long day and asked what was for dinner. Being not in the mood to cook we decided to order from our favorite Thai food restaurant. We've eaten at this place almost every other week since we've moved in and have never had a problem, until now that is. What we were told was going to take 30 minutes ended up taking Boo an extra 30 waiting in the joint, total 1 hour since phoned in. Suffice it to say when Miranda came home she was not a happy camper after sitting in traffic and waiting in a Thai food restaurant for exorbitant amounts of time.

Well unbeknownst to her I was waiting for her arrival in the office, unaware her night's hardships, with shoe and video camera in hand I waited to capture what was to be a funny moment of literature meeting reality for my kids. Unfortunately after a long day at the office I guess you can't always predict what will happen next...

Halloween Past and Present

It all started on a freezing cold night in Iowa City, Ia back in October of 2003. There a young man disguised as Alf from the planet Malmack who has an affinity towards cats happened upon a Spanish dancer who apparently doesn't look before crossing busy intersections. Hence forth these two star crossed lovers found that they both had a liking for homemade costumes to adorn themselves with once a year. So, for your viewing pleasure here are some of their previous costume en devours beginning with its earliest form. Happy Anniversary Boo!





Alf and Hoagie '03 the Spanish Dancer has yet to appear



Bath Buddies, resourcefulness at it's best '04,
night 1.

Indiana and Marion, obviously
night 2
Lamo, no costumes '05

Ahh Dwight K. Shrute and the gang from The Office '06

Great Scott!!! Doc Brown and Marty McFly, need I say more.

Next year??????????

MY FIRST GUEST BLOG!!

J-Slice here, I'm very excited to announce the debut of my boo's first post. As you'll see she's got a little lunatic in her too. So without further adu...take it away Miranda!!




BOYCOTT DANCING WITH THE STARS!!!!!!


(Warning: I can assure you that this posting will not be as lengthy or ridiculous as the recent thoughts of Ravings of a Lunatic).

Despite what my fellow blogger has posted on his home page, there are very few tv shows that I (miranda, loco rants wife) find worthy of watching. Not only is this my first guest entry on my dear husband's blog, but I will use this as an opportunity to vent my thoughts on how outraged I am regarding the "hit" tv show Dancing with the Stars.

It is 9:19 pm and after watching what ABC wants to be "the most shocking results show ever," Sabrina Bryan from the Cheetah Girls has just been voted off. Did I have any idea who she was? Not at all. Do I care, No. But I watched the show to see how dedication can result in identifying talent that someone didn't realize they had. (If you think that I am a load of crap I would love to see your ballroom dancing after one week of training). I danced for 11 years and anyone who thinks that Ballroom dancing is easy should probably hit the gym and run a marathon before they try. Bottom line, Sabrina was THE BEST ONE. SHE DESERVED TO WIN THE ENTIRE COMPETITION. Why do we continue to air these stupidass reality tv shows and allow the "viewers" to "text a vote" if you are going to send home the BEST competitor just a little over half way into the competition!

Meanwhile the viewers will continue to look at Jane Seymors fake boobs, Marie Osmon's horseteeth (that was unfortunate that she passed out; I do have a heart), and Jennie Garth's high school stage fright...and all the while in a competition the BEST one is gone.

I don't buy at all that that "viewers" truly construct the votes and that the producers don't dip their scuzy hands into the final outcome. It's bad enough that there is not a single, decent family sitcom on tv (unless you count "According to Jim" and I don't) and now in a reality show that is supposed to display talent, the best talent is gone. I will no longer be watching this show merely for the fact that I will not support bureaucratic bull$#@*, and I hope that ABC gets all the hype and money that they wanted from this stupid stunt.

To all my fellow boycotters,
Peace Out.
Miranda

Day in the life...

Life update:

October 27, 2007, 7:20 pm...As I sit here on my bra's couch here in Wicker Park I ponder as to why my stomach has been rumbling since our snack 2 hours ago. However I'm goon to have to backtrack a little to make sure you know all the juicy, mind numbing details of this lazy ass Saturday.

In order for you to fully understand the intricacies of this day your going to have to put forth every ounce of your mental faculties. SO please come on board and take a little journey with me as I relate a day in the life.

It all began as simply as it will probably end, waking up on a perfectly blown up air matress thanks to Rog and Ash. The night before had been a rousing success for our latest and greatest Halloween costumes witch will be put to the true test tonight. As I lay on the inflated mattress next to my beautiful but completely out of it and boring wife, boring cause she was sleeping and I was awake, I hear my cousin and his 200 pound lab trounce across the hardwood floor to the living room.

I had to make a decision, do I lay in bed waiting for Miranda to share in my awe at a new day or do I venture out into the world unkown following the scent of a dog that is in drastic need of anal gland popping. Well, needles to say I chose the latter.

After I made my way across the hall to relieve myself from pent up fluids acquired throughout the night, I made my way past the kitchen and plopped down onto the plush couch across from Rog.

"whats up bra," I exclaimed.

"Not much," replied bra.

From here the day takes a drastic turn because it wasn't long until my boo Miranda came trouncing into the living room still a little groggy.
"What's up boo," I exclaimed

"Not much," replied boo.

"Hey Boo," said Bra.

"Good Morning," replied boo.

So there wee were the three proverbial peas in a pod lying on the couch waiting for the fourth and final boo to awake out of her slumber. Little did we know however, it would be another two hours of waiting and wondering when she would come out of her den.
During that time we did absolutely nothing.
However, things took yet another drastic turn when Ashboo entered the day full of vigor and life.
"Hey Ashboo" we all chimed as she seemed to float across the kitchen floor.
"uggghhh," replied Ashboo as she plopped down next to her bra.

A riveting tour of old cruise pictures left on my camera since Spring Break last year, we decided to...go to Starbucks. I won't bore you with the details of our drink choices, needless to say however, they were tasty and delicious. Oh yes and on the way back we stopped at this bakery where we procured some of the most unhealthy but most tasty croissants.

After arriving back at the R and A Bed and Breakfast our Bra was kind enough to make us some deliciously healthy eggs with slightly warmed ham and cheese croissants. WOw.

After 1 hour passed of absolute nothingness, I had to go and take a dump. WOW! I was intrigued whilst sitting on the throne because I was reading an article in the Economist about education...I could go on but I don't want to bore you.

After cleaning up as I usually do, we decided to view a Planet Earth titled Deep Blue Sea...Spell bounding!

Another hour gone by we decided to really do something with our day. We were all famished because we had only eaten 2 hours before and hot dogs were the main fare, after hot dogs we were to shop til we drop, or so the plan went.
As we all piled into the Land Runner, Flora the 200 hundred pound stinky ass girl hopped in back hoping I'm sure that we would take her to a park or something. Nope...try parking lot B@##$.

As we approached the dining establishment where we were to fill our bellies with the nourishment that only a hot dog, or should I say Doug Dog could provide we were stunned to see the line head not only out the door but around the corner. Thus according to the rule of the day we pulled the car over and debated silently as to our plan of action. Do press on or subside the hunger in our bellies by standing mindlessly in a line that would take precious minutes from our day.

Welp as you guessed it we spent another five silently debating and reached unanimous decision to press on.

Upon approaching the parking lot, my gut was filled with dread, and hunger as I realized where we actually were. IN my opinion this store is the third closest thing to purgatory on earth, the first two stores being TJ Max and Mashalls, this being JoAnne Fabrics.
Yes we were walking though the Jo ANne Fabrics store with every other lamo who decided to postpone their Halloween crafts to the last minute.

Tempers really started to flare when I had already stood in line twice anticipating the girls, to find their wares in a timely manner. Who the hell was I kidding, when both of my boos get together to brainstorm, it's never a quick endeavour.
This led to the whole becoming more hungry and wishing I had wasted my time standing in Dougs Dogs line instead of in JOAnne Fabrics.

Needless to say as we left tempers were high because all of the Halloween needs weren't met so on we went to Target. After Roger and I found what we were looking for in two minutes we had to mindlessly wander the aisles looking for the boos because of course they had their phones with them but were ignoring to answer. I'll try and cut this part of our day short because it's more of the same. HOwever, we all resolved our issues as I made a valiant attempt to regain our love for one another by conducting a group hug right next to the toothpaste aisle.
ON to the HOme Depot we went in search of spray paint for Rog and Ash's costume. After wasting even more precious minutes from our day it was made known to us that apparently one can't purchase spary paint in the city of Chicago. Something to do with the bulls@** of Cfcs and global warming...probably Al Gore's doing.
Well after this failed trip to the Home Depot our stomachs couldn't take any more being that they were eating themselves so we looked or a hot dog joint to satisfy our craving. We wasted more time as we waited four our polish sausages and Chicago style hot dogs WITH fries included. Upon arriving back at the apartment we hungrily wolfed down our snacks and then you guessed it headed to the couch for yet another round of Planet Earth, this time we watched the episode entitled "Diaries" this was the making of episode.
THis brings us back to the present, waiting for the night to start and our bodies to be adorned with Halloween cheer. I really hope you enjoyed this little snippet of my day. OH by the way I apologize for all the conventional errors in this blog, but I could not bring myself to read through it all again and I congratulate you if you've made it this far

Laters Josh

Ooops they did it again!

This is going to be quick because I have to prep for tonight and a another Chicago sports disappointment. Basically all I'd like to say is that the Cubs stink worse than urine soaked carpet. What a waste, they sucked so bad they couldn't even pull out a win at home and it's not like they didn't have the opportunity to turn things around yesterday. They suck!! Hopefully I'll have cooled down by next year to begin the whole process all over again.

Oh yea Go BEARS!

Laters

Josh

It's been a while, not only for the Cubs but for me too!

Here's the deal, this blog is a good test of my paternal instincts at this point in my life. If I'm not even able to take care of this informational and educational link to the five people that read it, I'm in no place to bear children. With that being said, WE'RE PREGNANT!!!!

Just joking but it'd be funny if I did or do in the future post that announcement (5 years in the future). Anyways, lets get down to the brass tacks of what's really chappin my ass today.

As many of you know our team, America's Team in baseball, the Chicago Cubs has made it into the playoffs. What is really tickin me off is the fact that the people in management trying to make a buck, had to be a bunch of sell outs and sold the privelages to broadcast to TBS. TBS??? Uhhh have you ever heard of WGN?? Maybe the idiots who made this decision forgot about the hundreds of thousands, perhaps millions of people throughout the U.S. and dare I say the world that are underprivileged and can't provide themselves with cable TV.

YEa, and I'm one of em....it was a stretch for me to purchase HD bunny ears for our flat screen in our newly refurbished downstairs. Yea thats right. Look I've got responsibilities during the work week and I can't be hauling myself to a bar at 9:00 p.m. to drink Old Style til midnight and expect teach the future generation the next day. Furthermore, I can't turn on the radio to hear the game cause ROn Santo, God Bless him, can't verbally get what he sees with his eyes into a coherant statement for those LISTENING on the radio who can't SEE what he's looking at!

I guess i'm just going to have to suck it up and mooch off of one of my friends who is fortunate enough to have cable for the games that I could watch over the weekend. Which only leaves me one game cause they're going to sweep...right? OR I guess I could just wait til morning and get the play by play from some of my kids....who by the way could probably give more detail in announcing live games than Ronny Santo, God Bless him.

Well, I thank those dilligant five people who continue to check this blog for insight into our world and I promise to at least attempt to post more things that bother me on a daily basis or should I say weekly perhaps bi-weekly basis.

Bumper Crop

This post is basically for Tony and his congregation of neigh-sayers out there in Sioux City, Iowa (good peoples) as well as for anyone else who falls into the category of being a neigh-sayer. Yes they are "almost" as big as a 12" softball and yes I have won the War of the Squirrels, well at least for this week. Let the frying of the bacon and the slathering of mayo commence!!!!

Laters, Josh

Big Bag Syndrome....WHAT ARE YOU PUTTING IN THERE??!!

By the way this is called the "Elephant Clutch"...ARE YOU KIDDING ME???!!! She's not clutching anything, that thing should have shoulder straps and a waist support gosh dangit!!!!!


What the &*%$???!!! Miranda and I were on our weekly date night which turned out to be one of my favs, Buffalo Wild WIngs. Side note...it's one of the few places besides Palmer Place in La Grange where I know what I'm going to order before I even enter, in this case; 6 Caribbean Jerk, 6 Spicy Garlic, and finally, which can sometimes turn out to be a game time decision 6 Wild. Anyways, we were sittin there enjoying our brewskis when this girl walked in front of us carrying what I thought to be a Military duffel. Seriously this bag was big as hell and honestly, we live in Chicago, not on the gulf where beach bags could be and I emphasize could be the norm.

If you know me, you know I have a tendency to appreciate stuff, however even as I acquire stuff, I would never attempt to take it with me in mass quantities when I go out to dinner with my boo. This bag that this girl had was big enough for at least one beach towel, sunscreen, 3 pairs of Gucci sunglasses, 2 flip flops, a spare bikini (in case the first one got wet) a wallet the size of George Castanza's, not to mention a folding chair and a cooler of fruity alcoholic beverages. WHy?? Why does it have to be that BIG??!!! You're in BWWs not at the beach and furthermore why does there continuously seem to be more of you every time Miranda and I have to go to the mall???

Suggestion...it's like when you go backpacking, only take the crap you need in order to SURVIVE....oh wait, I forgot, you're going to the mall, I guess you do need to bring a bag bigger than what's allowed as carry on, on all major airlines. As for me, I'll stick to whatever I can shove in my neon green fanny pack I had as a child, thank you very much!!! By the way fanny packs will be a topic of discussion at a further date.

Laters, Josh

Swipe it, Don't Write It!!!

Using your writing skills like a sucker...OR...

Swiping away your savings without holding up lines...your choice

We live in the 21st century where one can control the majority of their dealings in life through means of a cellular device, right? So answer me this, why in the heck are people still bustin out their check books to pay for things at grocery stores??? I noticed this about two weeks ago when I was out with my cousin at a great market near Wicker Park known as Stanley's (you can get anything that grows on a vine, bush or tree on the cheap....shout out). Anyways what should have taken under a minute for the madam in front of us turned out to at least thrice as long, at least and all because Suzy shopper didn't have a stinkin check card.

To put more fuel to the fire, I became slightly irritated when I was at Costco yesterday and thought I won the line gamble but to my chagrin this lady in front of me apparently chisels out her checks on stone tablets because thats about how long it took her. WHY?? I'm all for checks, they get the job done in the right circumstance like if your buying a car from your neighbor, however why can't people realize that getting a check card is the same damn thing and they they don't have to turn my visit to the local grocer into a Visa Check card commercial, ya that's right, it's about me and my precious time. No offense to those who still right checks in local establishments (mom) but c'mon hop on board the plastic card that I can by anything on revolution.

Laters, Josh

Slice of Americana

Two things come to mind when I think about summer, no work and BLTs. If you think about it, nothing describes Americana better than thick cut apple or maple smoked bacon, REAL Hellmann's mayo, not that light crap, white bread nicely toasted, lettuce and finally nice ripe, juicy home grown tomatoes (which by the way I've been able to hold the squirrels at bay, for the time being) . Coupled with your favorite brew or my favorite, chocolate milk of which my milk was bad so I had to stick with beer, I know tough. One definitely can't go awry with diving into summers favorite food, the BLT. By the way feel free to doctor yours up as you see fit, for instance I like to slide on some home grown hot as well as sweet peppers into the mix. Oh and don't be a panzy and not load up the bacon I hate it when people do that, your eating a BLT go hard or go home, your an American after all!!

Good Eating
Josh

Homeland Security

As a fifth grade teacher one has to daily pray for patience. I like to think of myself as a patient person for most things however everyone has their limit. One thing I have no patience for is thievery. One of the things I was looking forward to last year when we bought our house was having my very own garden. My dad has planted tomatoes for as long as I could remember and now it was my turn to carry on the green thumb tradition not to mention raising my cholesterol by eating BLTs everyday. Being that the previous owners were morons it took a lot of work to get not only where we have our garden into shape but the rest of the yard. Well to make a long story even longer around mothers day we went out and bought all sorts of vegetables for the garden, very exciting. So far we've been able to enjoy the fruits of our labor including eggplant, cherry tomatoes, serranno peppers, sweet peppers and bell peppers not to mention an herb garden. However what I haven't been able to enjoy and which happens to be my favorite of all are those big juicy tomatoes that are just a little smaller than a 12 in softball. You wanna know why??? Well it's because of thieves that most people perceive as "cute" but to me are just rural rats....squirrels.

I haven't been able to enjoy a single big tomato because the second they even turn a shade of orange they've been eaten. And what really pisses me off is they'll more often than not just eat a quarter of half of it...if your going to start eating it at least finish the damn thing! Since my first outpouring of verbal lashings toward the critters when I first spotted one of many destroyed tomatoes I turned to my trusty high velocity pellet gun. To be prepared for situations such as these, I've had it sighted in well enough that I can hit a bottle cap in the garden from our living room window. So lets just say I've been ready to take action for a while now. Now I realize that the squirrels are hungry too so I figured it would be kind on my part to start with the 3 strikes and your out rule. The first time, last week I saw a squirrel I just shot a pellet on the limb it was sitting on and it scattered off. Since then however about 4 delicious tomatoes had been ruined so I was on the warpath but still sticking to my 3 strikes rule. However from my hunting experience, its always when you want animals to appear that they never do. So over the past few days they'd alluded me even on my midnight raids.

Well, last week I had my first real skirmish with these little fellers and put a few rounds from my pellet gun so close to its head it fell of the fence and high tailed it out of there, STRIKE 2. Strike 3 the squirrels won't be so fortunate. Let this be a lesson to all of those squirrels in blogger world, it's on! Also it must be pretty evident that I have far too much time on my hands not only to be perched on my garage, or in my dining room to shoot at squirrels but also to be writing about it. Oh and for those interested I'll be starting a buisness selling authentic Daniel Boone squirrel hats, great for gifts for the holidays!!
Happy HUnting,
Josh

Astronauts + Lots of Booze = NASA Space Program

Funny thing happened this morning, I was getting up...all groggy and what not from my solid 8 hours of sleep when I turned on the T.V. The first thing I hear is, "NASA is investigating allegations by medical examiners that Astronauts were too drunk to board shuttle prior to take off but proceeded anyway." I lost it, I was actually laughing out loud hysterically. What do you think the tell tale sign that they were drunk was?? Could it have been when the astronauts were pissin on the side of the shuttle trying to write their names or perhaps the ever incessant question while on their way to space, "Where's those directions to Uranus?? (hehehe in the background)"

I just want to know where NASA is finding these people. I mean first, you've got that crazy lady who drives halfway across the country wearing diapers to kill someone...let me repeat that, wearing DIAPERS for 900 miles, she must have been really angry. Now we've got these frat boys lining up to fly a piece of machinery worth millions of dollars and sitting on hundreds of thousands of pounds of the most combustible substance on earth. I know things can be more fun after a few cocktails but I think they might have taken this a little too far. My only other burning question is, what type of drink would you have if you were going to fly a space shuttle??? Me, I think I'd start with a Flaming Dr. Pepper and then beer it up with some Old Style, lots and lots of Old Style.

Putting Fingers Where They Shouldn't Be

Here's something I just don't get...
When having the option to moisturize ones lips why in the heck would you want to do so with a dirty finger compared to apply through means of a stick.

I noticed this in action last weekend as my sister pulled out her "tub" of lip balm in the car and used her finger after just being a restaurant, handling doorknobs, money and the like. The funny thing was though, later, as we were at a concert she proceeded to use the same lip balm but put the canister to her lips this time instead of using her finger. If thats the case, why not just stick with Suzy Chapstick it seems to me its the same crap just in various degrees of sanitation applicators.
Oh yea a side note to this chapstick debacle is, why is it that females always share their lip balm too. If I had a lip balm cannister which I don't, there's no way in hell I'm letting somebody elses grimy finger dip into mine, but apparently that doesn't bother most females, why?? Something to ponder I guess.

Laters, JOSh

What's wrong with this picture??!!!

Sorry for the lack of postings, between re-re-finishing our basement to being immersed in Harry Potter I've put this by the wayside. However, this morning something popped up again that's really chapped my ass.

If you haven't already heard the already the infamous Lindsay Lohan has been arrested yet again for D. D. and being in possession of a possible controlled substance, which this morning tested positive for cocaine. This is what really pisses me off. The rest of us in the civilized world when we get a few to many cocktails in us, think that the logical thing to do is have someone DRIVE US HOME...yes we often argue over the expensiveness of taking a cab or having to call someone but more often than not logic prevails. Unfortunately from what I've witnessed from these high rolling idiots is that contrary to public opinion, you can't use your money to make you smarter.

These idiots who keep running into the same problems have enough money to higher the President to drive them around in a new expensive car every month yet they keep wanting to do it themselves. The words escape me to describe this stupidity. I guess it must be nice not to have to worry about your actions when you go out.

Another sad but funny thing about this whole deal is that she just got out of rehab within the last couple of weeks. Everyone's entitled to make mistakes, I know I've been lucky when I shouldn't have but here's the difference I've learned from mine from my mess ups. The problem I see with these people in "high society" that we are continually hearing about is that they seem to refuse to take responsibility for themselves. Whether it's Lohan or that moron Paris, it seems if your in that strata, ignorance is bliss and responsibility is for the next guy.

I know this just scratches the surface of when stupid people get more stupid but keep tuned in, there's more to come. Laters
JOsh

First of Many (unless I get lazy)

I've always been a sucker for peer pressure so here it is, I've finally started something on the internet. Much like my good friend Todd refused to jump on board the cell phone freight train that has ravaged the world, I felt the same way about jumping aboard something that dealt with posting stuff on a blog or myspace or various other methods out there.

But here I am thanks in part to my lovely wife whom I saw become addicted to her facebook account when she first started it a little short of a year ago. It was really funny to me to watch her get so addicted to something I would have never thought she would find fun. SO, I thought if she could do it so could I! It's great to have a place where you're not limited to what you want to say or how you want to say it, it's like WIkipedia!! Without further or do lets begin the first of what I hope to be many rants..

If you haven't had the opportunity watch "To Catch a Predator" on Dateline NBC do it. Miranda and I have had the opportunity to watch a few episodes and it is striking how many really jacked up creeps there are lurking in every corner of society. What I like about this show is that it opens up a world that is so rarely talked about about and worse, a world that in my opinion doesn't have the correct means of punishment for the sick individuals it contains.

If you haven't seen it, the skinny of it is that NBC sets up an internet sting operation to catch creeps who come to a house in order to prey sexually on a child. One of the things that this show really gets the point across is that these sexual deviants are lurking everywhere and they could be someone we care about or trust, not that you shouldn't be trusting of people close to you rather to realize this sickness takes on all forms. It's crazy to see the types of people who show up after talking to the decoy, some it's sad to say you could easily peg as a sexual deviant but others I couldn't have guessed for a million bucks. Some are doctors, lawyers, Rabbis, Pastors, counselors, brothers, fathers and husbands.

FOr one it really makes me sick to think about what their motives are. Many of these guys have wives and children who are the same age sitting at home while they willingly went out to fulfill a selfish, disgusting, despicable, and intolerable desire that they chose to have. Another thing that really bothers me about this who debacle is that more often than not these people will get a slap on the wrist for their actions, minimal jail time and fines.

The majority of these sickos you have to know, it wasn't their first time doing this. There obviously is a trend with these types of individuals, which is why i feel that just sticking them in a jail just to be let out to do it again will never solve the problem. Hey, I've got a solution; chop their balls off!! I'm not joking when I say this either, it really pissess me off that no matter how many honest, trustworthy, compassionate people there are out there, there will always be those who choose to steal away others innocence. I know what some of you might be saying, those people will do it anyways no matter the consequences. However for "Larry" who's someone who gets caught for committing in my mind a horrific act that a child will have to deal with for his or her whole life, having his balls cut off will matter to him and hopefully affect his and others decisions in the future. We're not talking about the death penalty here (although for many that could be a viable argument) were talking about taking away something that aids in the desire to commit these crimes.

I feel that one of the only ways to deal with creeps not only at home but abroad is to be pro-active. As Americans often times we can be so ignorant to the terrible things that happen all throughout the world specifically when the issue is underprivileged or hurt children. Whether it's the sex trade or internet predators what we're doing now to prevent this from happening isn't working as well as it should and it is up to us to make a stink so that someone will smell it!!!

Wow... I don't think I wrote this much in college...I could probably keep going but I know the most of you aren't on summer break, in the future I'll try and keep em to a minimum...laters

Josh