Golden stick in his douchebag ass

No I'm not talking about Canberra Hospital that exposed a healthy new born with tuberculosis so that he died, then given the mother a terrible treatment and finally sends her a $57.60 bill where they wanted her to pay for a nasal swab preformed on her child before he died. "Heads Should Roll" has been the week's headline.

However no that was not where I wanted but Yes I'm talking about Corey Delaney. In 2008 he made it to the front page of all Australian news papers with his home alone party gone wrong, where 400 people showed up and put to ground the whole neighborhood with empty cans and shit. Many people ended up in the hospital with minor cuts and bruises the remaining others either ran off or were put under arrest for smashing up police cars as the cop arrived and made an end to the party.

Now he has not only found a manager to hold his sorry ass dressed but the guy has now signed up with Australia's leading publicity agents who is now putting him on a world-tour. The teenage kid is now going on a party-tour as a party promoter and a DJ. Starting up in the UK and been sponsored with commercials for over $10.000 they are expecting to be throwing the parties of the century.

Not only has Corey been touched by this golden stick, it is now shoveled up his ass. After his party in 2008 he was also a intruder in Australian Big Brother. Now Hollywood has been looking for the teenager and offered the 18 year old a supporting roll as a service station intendant in the movie Life In The Fast Lane. But even on his movie-related visit to Hollywood he managed to screw up as he was caught making trouble as he was denied entry into a club with a fake ID.

Parents are furious seeing the teenager their kids are looking up to getting his will by doing nothing the right way and fear the fact that their own kids may "try" the same thing. They are afraid they'll have to hire babysitters another extra years because of this.

Personally I have to say no matter how strongly disgusted I am with this kid and his attitude, this guy is making his way through, in a less preferable way, but still making it through.

Deeper Thought #2

My ultimate question with life is, “Is life written in pen or pencil”?

One would say life is written in pen, because what is done will always have been. It’s not erasable. I mean you can cover it with white-out, but anyone who cares enough will notice. You can write over it, but thats just brutish and messy. And keep in mind you can’t just throw the page away and start on another one. The reason is that in this thought the page is you. The page is the person and to destroy the page is to destroy yourself.

So if you can not destroy the paper and start from scratch, but people change, then life must be written in pencil you might think. You can erase the past. Though it always remains faintly visible. The indentations in the page where you wrote, erased, brushed away, and wrote over. They will live on.

Or perhaps my thinking is too shallow. Perhaps we are not a sheet of paper. Perhaps we are a book constantly being written. We are authors equipped with no erasers nor whiteout. Unable to change what is being written, just turning the page and writing. Only able to point people to different pages, or talk about a different way to view what was written. And when we die the editors will scramble to our pages and write the story of “who we were”.

So pen or pencil, it really doesn’t matter when you control what the editors say. Plus they use neither pen, nor pencil.

They use computers.





Its time for a book burning

Holy News, Obama Aids and British G-spots

Hello world nation, today is Friday January 8th 20...10? That was weird. Tell me how you say it, 2010 or 20 10.

Interesting news this week, US President Obama has lifted the band on immigration from people with aids, I personally didn't know this until today but there has been a 22 year band on people coming to the US with hiv or aids. The idea has been to keep those, "them", "the infected", away from US citizens. But Obama says that if they wanna stay on the world front, or as the Americans say to everything "the war against aids", then they have to allow these people in to their country. And if you think about that's kinda the worst war you can get into:

It's like declaring a war against ninjas. Where all you can do is kinda control the ninjas. Ninjas in the house, you turn all the lights on, and eventually that ninja will get to you.

It makes me wonder, is it wrong to discriminate against this group of people?
99.9% of them are walking around not trying to hurt other people. But people naturally discriminate people whether it's because of your race, because you're a woman not making a sandwich, if you're physically or mentally handicapped or if you have a disease. People go "that is different! Fear! Judge!"
So that would be my question to the world wide nation, should we stop these people from coming to our nations or is it wrong to stop them?

Another interesting news is that British Scientists has dropped the conclusion "there is no such thing as the g-spot", but I would have to disagree, and so does my bed. The British Scientists "oh surprise! The British ruining something else!" undeserving with 1800 women "very scientific stuff" somehow concluded women don't have a g-spot.
Well I know the g-spot is very confusing for a lot of dudes, we'll call them... hmm... 14-year-olds. But all it really takes is seconds. I'm not talking about putting on a bathing suit and go "we're gonna find it!". You don't really need to be a rocket-scientist.
My main point here is, the g-spot is real. May not be fair that the women have a bun 2-3 inches inside of her vagina that lets her see Jesus for 30-6 seconds IF you push it hard enough, it's not fair but it is real, so sorry British Scientists, you failed. Again.

Another thing that comes to my mind is Hayden Panetierre. It seems as heroes grow less and less popular her breasts are growing. Which is good, cause I thought of it slightly disturbing to find someone who looked like a 12 year old boy attractive. I was starting to have doubts...

You may think of this really random but I think of a lot of things. Like how the universe was created, why I'm falling for a girl I've never met, why Megan Fox never answers any of my phone calls and what Super Mario would be doing if he was not a plummer. Luckily there is another person who had the same thought and concluded with the 5 most likely careers Mario would have been good at. Carpenter, pilot, land sculptor, policemen and of course Ninja. H.C Tanner is a funny guy. Check out his stuff at LoLdwell.

I have nothing more to say really. Have a good one and enjoy your second weekend in this new year.

There's a major difference between play and life. I've come to the conclusion I was just another kid drawn to the other side, where the line between games and seriousnesses is no longer straightly defined.

I see trees, I see rivers, I see rocks and one or two dares jumping passed, and I would think to my self, "You know Kyle, this is life. Suffer and pain is not a part of this, neither is disgrace and hunger," and for a second I would believe that. I would watch the trees and the dares with that happy belief and as soon as I see war I would think about of it nothing but a bad sci-fi movie.

A nine year old boy running back from school crying because the school bully had taken his lunch. At a corner he stopped, adjusted his glasses and caught up on his breath. The sound of his best friend's voice made him turn around. Then squealing from a couple of car breaks and people gathering in a circle.

Today I see back at the day I grew up and thought otherwise.
Yes, life can get down on you real hard. Life's a game you need to play, but it's up to you how you play your part, how you set your character. If you set a goal you are more likely to reach that goal. Reach those dreams. It's not always luck but clear thoughts who makes you who you are.

Deeper Thought #1

I woke up from the most bizarre dream this morning: I was participating in a tennis tour and was facing a 2 time world champion in my last match. The ball hit the nett and went straight up in the air.

The man who said "I'd rather be lucky than good" saw deeply into life. People are afraid to realize how great apart of life is dependent on luck.
People who believes in fate has it clear that our lives are preset and already chosen. People who believe in luck thinks it is about certain moments wiggling to their benefit.
Now what if it's the same? And what if free will is the only thing who can beat fate and the only thing that can cross fate's will is our own decisions? Try to look at it as a preset autopilot, and then plant a virus in its' system. The virus being our free will, we will keep falling back on that auto-mode as soon as we stop making our own decisions or in this case of scenario; get rid of the virus.

It crossed my mind that luck and fate eventually could pass through security check as the same thing.

It made me worry and claustrophobic but at the same time relaxed and free.
It was depressing having to consider that no matter how hard I reach for one certain goal I will never reach it depending on skills and hard work. There will always be that other factor, of luck or fate on autopilot, that no matter how certain the outcome is always has the last word. It's scary to think of how so much is out of one's control.

There are moments in a match where the ball hits the top of the nett, and for a split second the ball can either go forward or fall back. With a little luck it goes forward and you win, or maybe it doesn't and you lose.