Thursday, February 25, 2010

it's a beautiful day in the neighborhood ...

It's gorgeous outside.  Nary a cloud in the sky (at least around my 'hood), the weather is brisk and just borderline chilly, the sun is shining, all in all simply amazing.

... which made me think about Mr. Rogers. (welcome to my brain...)

I remember reading somewhere that Mr. Rogers was a marine scout sniper.  Bollucks certainly, but it makes me wonder why that rumor was even started?  Can there not be a single genuine, altruistic symbol out in the media?  Have we gotten so jaded that we must reject the notion that this character, this persona was truly benevolent and therby fabricate a more violent, flawed and by that rational a more "believable" back story?  The answer is probably and unfortunately yes.  Misery loves company.  The new species of hater is stronger than ever.  Gone is a time when you saw someone who you admired or at the very least superficially envied and thought to yourself, "wow, I want that.  How can I get myself there?"  Now it's "Screw that guy, this isn't fair."

phuque that.

“Fate is for those too weak to determine their own destiny.”

Shake them haters off, get out there and change what you don't like about your life... and if what you do doesn't necessarily coincide with the accepted social norm, you're probably on the right track.

Here's something to marinate on, from one of my favorites:

Think of how stupid the average person is, and realize
half of them, are stupider than that.” ~ George Carlin

... maybe it's good not being quite so "normal."

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