By the way, I've noticed there are virtually NO comments on song lyrics and pictures I've posted by people other than myself. The exception is Heath, and occasionally Jon. But I pick these pieces out from the vast array of nonsense out there to convey something that has a bearing on my life or seems apropos in some fashion to what is going on at the moment. Plus, some of them are just great art - I wouldn't just put in third party material as filler. Why then the lack of comments? It makes me wonder. Are people not moved by great art the way I am, or at least ballsy enough to tell me my taste is terrible? Why do people have so little to say in general?

Me, I have diarrhea of the brain. I'm willing to accept that it might be ME who expects unusual things here. But still... what happened to people trying to be great? What happened to you, Nicky? What happened, people I once knew or have met who seemed enthusiastic and worldly at the start? Do people actually lose interest or just the heart or energy to return serve with a sentence or two? C'mon, people, try. You may shirk my blog but I'm not letting you off the hook in the life you continue to lead. "[I] will haunt you when you laugh..." Say something that makes me think for God's sake. The world doesn't have to foster endless little Dubyas. It can be Paradise, or at least something in between.

Anti-intellectualism is at its highest peak since the days of Hitler. Watch or read anything by Anne Coulter or Sean Hannity and you'll see what I mean, right before you throw up. Wake up!!! You're all dreaming. Joe Strummer gave his life in search of authenticity. So will I. SO WILL I.