Saturday, January 24, 2009

Farewell George W.

George W. Bush dodges a shoe. His last "surprise" visit (his 1st since September 2007) was to sign a security pact with the Iraqi government, six weeks before his presidency ended.

The following is a disturbing, yet authentic video entitled "Iraq today." It shows a very real and factual side that is often erased from the sugar-coated and prudish view of the world that we are given. It might have to do with why this one reporter decided to throw his shoe at the deceitful and manipulating George W. Bush. Your discretion is advised because the truth can sometimes be brutally honest. Regardless, it is important to know what is happening and what the truth really is.

Here's just to show you american brutality.

Friday, January 23, 2009

Aidan screenplay excerpt

The format didn't quite work out nearly as well as I would've hoped but here's a 3 page excerpt of a screenplay I'm working on. Comments are gladly accepted.


AIDAN walks towards a large building, approaching a rear door, unlocking it. He steps inside.

I wasn’t aware of it yet.


Aidan enter’s into a clean, sparse living room. He turns around and shuts the door, fastening three locks.

But my life was beginning to change.

He walks to an adjacent kitchen and pulls a pistol from his back, placing it onto a counter.

At this point, I was living a constant routine, from
the moment I was ten.

Aidan, examining the tiny camera, walks into a dark red-lighted room.


Sup: 1990s

AIDAN MCKAY, 10, stands next to FRANK BAGLEIRI, 37, stocky and tenacious. Frank smiles to Aidan, then looks onward.

FRANK(Italian Accent)
Dante, make this piece of shit mick stand up, will you?

DANTE ASSANTE, 41, rotund and bull-like, approaches MCLEAN, bloodied and beaten, who kneels. Dante forces him up and takes a few steps back. He glances over to DON VANZINI, 46, aged but durable.

Frank looks down to Aidan, pulling a pistol from his holster.

This was the first time I ended a human life.
Aidan’s hand reaches onto the handle, Frank allows his little finger to move over the trigger.
Vanzini and Assante look at one another and step back.
Aidan and Frank aim the pistol towards McLean.
MCLEAN(Irish Accent)
Go ahead you little fuck, do it. Your father would be proud.
I am his father.
McLean mockingly laughs. Frank pulls Aidan’s finger against the trigger, FIRING a bullet into the chest of McLean-- He drops to the floor.
Frank pats Aidan’s back and takes the pistol, holstering it.
Good job, son.
Frank turns, walking towards a door. Aidan watches as Assante and Vanzini stand over McLean. Assante aims a pistol and FIRES two bullets. Aidan stares at McLean.
A line of soldiers FIRE rounds from their M1 Carbines toward targets located hundreds of meters away.
At seventeen I joined the army after dropping out of school. After a year of training I was sent overseas.
Several soldiers patrol the streets, the civilians are sparse, the ones that are visible move in fear.AIDAN walks with the squad of soldiers.
He scans around--There are the skeletal remains of vehicles, pieces of flesh and clothing remain on the hood.
I spent three years before being promoted to Warrant Officer. I spent another year and then finally completed my long Tour of Duty. After that, I was given some exclusive assignments.
A man named LINDBERG approaches Aidan with a LIEUTENANT-GENERAL. Lindberg and Aidan shakes hands.
A long line of PAKISTANI CIVILIANS, crowding near the edge of a street, await the arrival of an encroaching car--Standing in the sunroof, a PAKISTANI FEMALE, waving. Pakistani and Pakistan People’s Party flags flap in the wind off of the car.
AIDAN MCKAY, standing amongst the crowd, places a bag in between his feet, he turns and quickly walks away.
Aidan enters a near-by building--
The car slowly moves down the street, the Pakistani Female waving to the people.
AIDAN approaches the edge, peering over--
People stand on each side of the road as the car moves down the street. He reaches down and pulls a pistol with a scope.
Aidan aims the pistol over the edge, staying behind cover, waiting. The car continues moving along the street past the watching Pakistani Civilian's, the Pakistani Female still waving from the sunroof. It's close enough--
Aidan steadies his aim and FIRES round after round--
The Pakistani Female collapses from a gun shot wound into the car, Aidan continues firing towards the vehicle as it stops in the middle of the street. Security begin rushing out with guns drawn.
Aidan drops the pistol and turns, pulling a remote, he presses the trigger. A bomb EXPLODES from the side of the street, civilian’s scream and panic.
Aidan walks to the opposite edge of the roof and steps off of it.
My job was to erase people. The purpose for my actions was never much of a concern to me. I did what I was told.
Aidan, sitting on his couch, smoking a cigarette, watches his television flash images of the News. Several photographs of the Police Precinct lay on table next to the camera. Tucked neatly amongst is picture of Marilla Donnelly.
But for some reason, I was always curious...
Aidan places his cigarette onto the ashtray, standing. He saunters to a fairly bare book shelf.
I began to look for the effects of my actions.
He picks up a paper-back novel titled Nineteen-Eighty-Four.
Furthermore, I began searching for a purpose for who I was.
Aidan moseys over to the couch and sits back down, opening it to a bent page. He picks up his cigarette and inhales.

Egomania and The World

If there is something that continues to grow, it is the amount of selfishness that exists amongst people. When there is no hesitation to stab some one in the back (both metaphorically and literally), when the consciousness of life is abandoned, when the only thing that does matter is ourselves, what exists directly around us: That is utterly selfish. Egomania and Narcissism are words used to describe one who only indulges in caring about themselves. Their only preoccupation is what involves them.

There are statistics to prove that selfishness is at a high capacity amongst individuals. For example, the rate of divorce has reached a level in which one in two marriages will fail. It is to easy for people to become unhappy and unsatisfied. Responsibility with others is no longer a concern. Families are torn apart and if there is one thing that matters it is aspect of family. Generations have been passed, lives have been lived together, as a whole. Another form of family is a community, which has many definitions, but when it comes down to it, is something shared by several people. Sharing is a form of unselfishness. We are given consciousness and guilt for a reason.

This is an aspect that affects so many people and is due to the way society is portraying life, and the loss of values that pertain to it. There are morals and there are logical ways to act and achieve. The problem is this is something that can be necessarily blamed on individuals. This is the way we are being trained to live. So much of what is wrong appears right. The messages we are receiving are backwards. Since when has Religion been about murder, war, and hate. Its purpose is to give fundamentals and values, to create a moral code in which its believers are supposed to follow.

Today, most of religion is about money. You can disagree but when some of the richest buildings and locations in the world come from religion, and that money is spent and squandered, something to me seems off. I'm not saying religion is wrong, only the aspects and importances of it are being forgotten. It's simplicities are being miscalculated and perplexed. Many religions have succumbed to the corporate overture; tithing and taxation of it's "customer's". Television channels, fund-raiser's, charities (in which only 50% has to actually go to the charitable fund), etc. The list goes on, but money is a major cause of selfishness and when it is tainting the only pure thing that is supposed to exist, that seems wrong.

A reason why people are successful is because they care about themselves, but throughout life, there are times when we are all in need of someone. Someone to be there for us, even just simply to hear us out and listen. It is my personal perspective that Karma is very much an existing thing. Even in the simplest form of; If I am to help someone with something they will be more apt to help me out if I need it. If good is done, it is usually reaped back. Kindness for kindness, just like an eye for an eye.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Fortified Corruption

Throughout the horizions, constant defiance
Corruption so vast, constantly enabling
Freedom is lost; opportunity a pseudoscience
Controlled by fear, reality is disabling

Our eyes see, only what is revealed
Our minds grasp, only fortified corruption
Media, Entertainment, feeding the concealed
Truth, no more, belief, an invalid disruption

Religion, created with intent, purpose, now in dismay
Forgetting the good, concentration miscalculated
Backwards, we live, dissipation on display
This is the world we live in, falsely calculated

This is the information they feed, yet we believe, conceive
Ignorance is bliss; then why is the world so amiss
We weave as they deceive, they achieve as we stay naive
Apprehension exists, manipulated, the truth we still dismiss