drink some melk, whydon’tya

Today my family discovered the power of ~iTunes Home Sharing~~~. So instead of doing my homework I spent an hour downloading Howlin’ Wolf and Micachu & The Shapes off my dad’s iTunes (still, I did a week’s-worth of math). OH! The Pickle-in-a-Pouch has been returned! I gave it to my teacher, who loved it (somewhat surprisingly), and I think is actually going to eat it. I still don’t know, man. Mushy pickles in individual plastic packaging still sounds weird to me. I’m just so not with the timez, I guess. Who’s this Barack guy again? Hussein? What?

Sounds so fun to play! And the recording is great. That’s always nice when a good song is also a good recording. I might get to see them this Friday.

Following the topic of, eh, not knowing who our president is.. I saw this video today at my dear Canadian friend Andrew Wilkinson‘s blog, which almost made me cry. Almost. After watching it I barfed three hundred words about Glenn Beck. Word-barfed, that is. OUT OF MY BRAINNNNN. I can’t tell if it’s biased, irrational, none of the above, or all of the above, but I think it [my barf] might be worth sharing. I recommend watching the video first.

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You make me cry, Glenn Beck.

You make me cry, for the sanity of our nation. For myself. For our people. It’s sickening to a point, I cry, because you are a human being so smart, so manipulative, so powerful, so mind-twisting, you can send people, unaware of their own cause, to march and make a so-called “political statement,” who, when asked a simple question about their own cause, cannot answer. They cannot answer because not only are they uninformed, but they are mislead. And you, Glenn Beck, are their nasty ringleader.

And this makes me cry.

I have faith in this nation. In myself. In our people. Last year, we elected a black – African American – president (whom, some of your followers believe is not actually black), despite centuries of prejudice and discrimination against his kind, which really isn’t any kind at all. We’re all human, no? You are human, Glenn Beck. Yet, to you, Barack Obama is unhuman. He is a liar. He is the anti-christ. Things I don’t believe are true, Glenn Beck. But I do not know what’s true. [Fudge], I’m a thirteen year old kid. I can have opinion, though. And I can think.

I don’t know what you believe. I don’t know if you yourself believe what is told to your – our, the world’s – people. I do think, though, that some part about you is aware of how we feel. Some, empathetic region of your brain, knows that you frighten, and discourage, and bring tears to other human beings. Including a thirteen year old named Spencer Tweedy.

You make me cry, Glenn Beck.

Please stop scaring me.

Please open your eyes. Even if you disagree, please open your eyes for a moment.

Love,

Spencer Tweedy

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And that was that. Anyway, I got some sleep to catch. *smiley face*