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Jersey Shore, what a joke. American Idol, ugh. TMZ, shoot me. I absolutely hate the afore mentioned entertainment, not because I don’t like mindless entertainment. I regularly watch Community and other pretty mindless stuff. What I lament is that those first thing either get headlines or are people’s news source. 

That’s why things like THIS get ignored. Who cares that the people we give power and trust are racing towards something resembling a police state in a crappy Kevin Costner Sci-Fi movie. It feels like we’re all part of some bastard child of a drunken night of sex between George Orwell and Aldous Huxley. We are numbed by mindless entertainment while taught to believe double talk like “war is peace.” Who cars about war as long as I got my stories, am I right? 

That’s why I feel driven towards nihilism, no matter how exhausting it is or how much I WANT to care. Man this is some heavy stuff. Way to heavy to be thinking about on a Spring day, but it is storming and there are threats of tornadoes from the skies. Lets hope the thunder will alert people up to what is happening, though it seems like the televisions might be blaring to loudly for it to get through. 

When I was a kid, I had several tree forts. I say forts and not houses because these were designed to keep certain people out (namely my little sister). The culmination was a sound structure 10 feet up in a tree, complete with a small bench, a pseudo basement for storage and a pole to slide down for quick escape should my little sister and her doles overrun us. 

After we moved when I was in 4th grade, my want of tree forts waned. Soon after, however, I discovered the manic awesomeness that is the Cold War. The sheer power of weapons never fired, bombs never dropped and clandestine operations actually carried out captured my interest. I always wanted a bomb shelter, and after reading this link, I want even more. Not to launch my post-apocalyptic rise to power, but because knowing my bomb shelter is under the ground unknowing people walk on is kind of cool.

It might be my nerd’s version of a “tree house,” but this time, I would let my little sister in.