I know this isn't much of an issue now, but it still ticks me off thinking about it.  Why do they insist on playing nothing but Christmas music two weeks BEFORE Thanksgiving?  I can understand after the fact, but to hear to two months prior to Christmas is basically torture...plain ol' fucking torture.  If anyone else is in agreeance with me on this, then I am glad to share the same pain as you.  If you are one of the fruits out there who love Christmas music year long, then good for you; however, please buy a fucking CD and listen to it instead of conning the radio stations into playing that shitty music over and over again.  It would be different if there were many different songs, but there are literally about 25 different Christmas songs sung about 100 different ways each.  It gets very fucking old very fucking quick.  I'm not a hater of Christmas, or even Christmas music, but too much is too much.

For those of you who care about the economy and hate the tax system.  I am majoring in Economics and have come to the conclusion that our tax system is crooked as shit.  For God's sake, they tax our interest earned in banks as though it were interest!  Not to mention that trying to figure out how the hell to fill out tax forms is a pain in the ass that is usually a painful experience for any of us.  My solution to this is to get rid of our fucked up tax system and instill a flat rate consumption tax.  This means that whatever you BUY you pay a tax on, whether that be 15% to 50%, you pay the tax only on what you buy.  This means that if you want to save your money, you don't have to pay taxes on it, if you receive gifts larger that $10,000 you don't pay taxes on it, if you win the lottery you don't pay taxes on it (by the way, they treat the lottery as a gift tax and tax away 30% of it).  The government could split the consumption tax to pay for all of their expenses, i.e. they could put 10% of the consumpt ... Read more ...

I remember speaking to an enlisted Navy chief petty officer about three years ago while I was in San Diego.  He had some advice for me going into the navy that, although I don't think I would have to worry about needing it anyway being as that I am married, made for a good story.  He told me about how his ship pulled into port in Singapore and they all had liberty (free time to play in port for those non squibs).  This guy and his friends stepped off of their ship and noticed that there were beautiful women everywhere.  Naturally they all thought they had died and gone to heaven after being on a ship for months.  They had heard the stories and warnings about how if you want to get together with any of the women to do a "Crotch" test to make sure that they were women and not cross-dressers.  Anyway, this guy decided to play it safe and steer clear of the women.  On his way to explore the city one of his friends came up and introduced a girl he had met.  The guy took a look at the girl and noticed a scarf ar ... Read more ...

I am currently on Thanksgiving Break and have nothing better to do than to think about something to write on Ebaum's for shits and giggles.  You know what I hate??  I cannot come up with anything to talk about.  I try thinking about cool things that have happened to me or people I know, but I can't come up with anything, so I have decided to write a blog on how much it sucks trying to think of something interesting to say yet nothing comes to mind.  I'm sure it happens to the best of us.  Some call it writer's block, others call it brain farts, still others probably say you are just plain retarded (fuck you by the way).  I am pretty quiet natured anyway and don't do much socializing and when I do, I don't have many stories of my own to share.  I enjoy listening to others and am a big fan of the phrase, "if you have nothing intelligent or worthwhile to say, then it is better to say nothing at all".  I do, however, believe that I have heard somewhere that writing about having nothing to say can actually unbl ... Read more ...

Read this and think about it. The average age of the military man is 19 years. He is a short haired, tight-muscled kid who, under normal circumstances is considered by society as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears, not old enough to buy a beer, but old enough to die for his country. He never really cared much for work and he would rather wax his own car than wash his father's, but he has never collected unemployment either. He's a recent High School graduate; he was probably an average student, pursued some form of sport activities, drives a ten year old jalopy, and has a steady girlfriend that either broke up with him when he left, or swears to be waiting when he returns from half a world away. He listens to rock and roll or hip-hop or rap or jazz or swing and a 155mm howitzer. He is 10 or 15 pounds lighter now than when he was at home because he is working or fighting from before dawn to well after dusk. He has trouble spelling, thus letter writing is a pain for him, but he can field strip a ... Read more ...