Mood: Disbelief .: Savage Inside :.
Listening to: .: Chopin – Nocturne in E Flat :.
Reading: .: Everything but the Burden :.
Watching: .: John Q :.
Aloha
My parents came over today. My dad and I worked on the motorcycle. My mom wanted to watch a movie, so I set up Finding Forrester for her. We took a break because we were having trouble getting the cover of the box for the contact points. We weren’t getting a spark at all, so we knew there must be some point of disconnection in between the battery and the coils; most likely in the many replaced switches on the handlebars. Also, something I’ll do on my own later is take apart the starter chain casing to make sure the pins are falling to connect to the drive shaft (It’s spinning freely at the moment).
My dad and I went out to the Yamaha shop to ask how to get the panel off, and it turns out we’ll probably have to drill. We picked up subs on the way back, and then ate them at the house. Mom had finished Finding Forrester, and then had picked out John Q. from my movies.
I’d never seen it before, so we ate our subs and watched it with her.
John Q. is an excellent movie. Go watch it if you haven’t yet. Mipa Lee came by while we were watching, and asked to borrow a couple of my movies. She borrowed How to Lose A Guy in 10 Days, Brown Sugar and Antwone Fisher. Then Maggie Arnold came by returning 3 movies she had borrowed; The Defender (Jet Li), Crouching Tiger, and Return to Me. You know you have good movies when everyone wants to borrow them. J Anyways, John Q is about a man who gives up his heart (and basically his life) for his son. It’s incredible. It stars Denzel Washington, and his acting is superb. I like his accent in the movie, but can’t remember where I’ve heard it before.
After that, we took of for the Lathrop’s (my host parents) and then once there we drove to the church for a pot luck dinner with Gary Lathrop’s Sunday School class. Lots of yuppies with young kids. Needless to say, I got along with the kids really well. I played all kinds of games with them; must have looked like a sea of little elves around a giant robot with them clambering all over me. It was fun, though. I love kids. They often have far wiser things to say than their parents. Their parents drove me up a wall. The random babble about needless things and really bad jokes just got to me. I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t be critical or arrogant. But they were so ignorant. I must find a way to teach these kinds of people without insulting them, and still be noble that they can look up to.
We came back to the Lathrop’s after that. Mr. and Mrs. Lathrop just don’t seem happily married. My parents snuggled together in one of their over stuffed leather chairs like a couple of teenagers. The Lathrop’s sat on opposite sides of the rooms, mildly bickering as Mr. Lathrop sent across condescending remarks.
And he’s a marriage counselor. Sigh.
I will never get married if that is what the marriage has the potential of being.
I retired early to come and write this and to escape as the condescending remarks turned on me. Mrs. Lathrop went to Messiah College, and Mr. Lathrop was making snide comments about the debate that happened last year on the campus alcohol policy. And on top of it, my mother joined in. None of them had actually asked me what had really happened. And besides, I’m not… shall we say… the token poster boy for Messiah College anyways. Far be it from I to advocate everything this college does; but then again, far be it from I to advocate any oppressive administration. So I stayed silent and smiled and let them wallow in their own silliness.
This country is plummeting; I swear. So many factors point to the imminent destruction of this nation, and at the same time it’s citizens have the gall to insist and demand that “God Bless America”. Bull. This country is headed towards civil war. The minorities of this country do not believe they are being treated justly; the baby boomers and gen X, the most un-parented generations this green earth has ever seen are parenting the youth of this nation.
And the youth, while they may not be smart, are itching for a rebellion. And there are those educated enough to lead the rebellions. Either that, or the youth will destroy themselves.
Anarchy in America. The bombs bursting in air gave proof that the flag was still there. And the flag still here is a sign that more bombs will come.