I guess I just believe in balance

So I was thinking that there ought to be organizations opposed to PETA. I don't mean like cattle ranchers or chicken farmers, I mean people who want to kill animals as much as PETA wants to save them. Not to eat them, not to hunt them, but to eradicate them because they hate them. I tried to find such an organization by google searching "extermination of all animals" and "animal genocide" but I couldn't find anything so then I posted this thread on a craigslist discussion board.I don't really hate animals, in fact I really like cats and some dogs once I get to know them. But I am just thinking that if there are people out there who want to exterminate blacks and say they are no better than monkeys, were are all the people who are trying to exterminate monkeys?

Not sure what I was expecting...

I Google image searched "down syndrome hopscotch".

The results were boring as hell.

If you thought Abraham Lincoln was a great American hero before...

Check out this poem published on August 25, 1838, in The Sangamo Journal of Springfield Illinois.

Here, where the lonely hooting owl
Sends forth his midnight moans,
Fierce wolves shall o’er my carcase growl,
Or buzzards pick my bones.

No fellow-man shall learn my fate,
Or where my ashes lie;
Unless by beasts drawn round their bait,
Or by the ravens’ cry.

Yes! I’ve resolved the deed to do,
And this the place to do it:
This heart I’ll rush a dagger through,
Though I in hell should rue it!

Hell! What is hell to one like me
Who pleasures never know;
By friends consigned to misery,
By hope deserted too?

To ease me of this power to think,
That through my bosom raves,
I’ll headlong leap from hell’s high brink,
And wallow in its waves.

Though devils yell, and burning chains
May waken long regret;
Their frightful screams, and piercing pains,
Will help me to forget.

Yes! I’m prepared, through endless night,
To take that fiery berth!
Think not with tales of hell to fright
Me, who am damn’d on earth!

Sweet steel! come forth from your sheath,
And glist’ning, speak your powers;
Rip up the organs of my breath,
And draw my blood in showers!

I strike! It quivers in that heart
Which drives me to this end;
I draw and kiss the bloody dart,
My last—my only friend!

Many experts believe that this poem was written by Brother Lincoln who seriously considered suicide at least two different times in his life.

I <3 Lincoln!

Vacation!

I posted this on the ride board at a local university.

Who wouldn't hire me.

Here is an excerpt from a cover letter I just sent.

"If I had to list my talents in order I would say that my greatest asset is my ability to find the humor in any situation, especially the death of a family member.
That was a joke.

I do have a love for life and I thrive off of life’s little jokes like HIV and Down Syndrome."

I hope I get the Job.

Happy Mother's Day!

This reminded me of you because it touched my heart.