Tuesday, August 9, 2011

‎Cool" isn't worth spit on the sidewalk these days (nor is the US dollar, but that is a rant for another day)...Seek the truth with reckless abandon and you will find that,surprisingly enough, "cool" evolves into"unable to be blinded...
When you put aside the distractions of everyday life as we know it, that will allow you sight... through the smoke and mirrors and illusions that surround & suffocate us all...Pay attention folks, you'll need to sooner than you think...

Friday, July 29, 2011

Re-print: "Ode to the Nice Guys" by Fu-Zu Jen

Ode to the Nice Guys
This rant was written for the Wharton Undergraduate Journal
This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.
This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.
This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.
The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.
So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.
Fu-zu Jen, SEAS/WH, 2003

"Hater in the Rye"

A brief conversation that I have titled:  "Hater in the rye"


Tuesday:Bruno Mi (via Facebook message)
So that Unfiltered page is yours? WTF is it supposed to be? Looks like a catch-all for pot jokes but not much actual info other than busts and shit...

Wednesday:Jeremy Fink(via Facebook Message)
Thank you for the feedback. It is simply a forum for like minded people...I add things that interest me that I read in the news. I am glad you stopped by and read at least the first half of the visible page...If you read the description in the info it says it is a "page for the open minded, critical thinkers who have a disposition towards logic and common sense." I know we all can't see eye to eye on everything but I try to entertain and bring certain things to light that everyone may not be seeing. If it is too dull for you may I suggest Fox News, MSNBC, or one of the other numerous main stream media outlets...Perhaps Bill O' Reilly is something you would enjoy more...Medicate, Educate, and Fight the Hate my friend...


Hater's gonna' Hate...

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

WARNING: VULGAR POLITICS LIE AHEAD!!! ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!

“Federal Cock”
(copyrighted 2011 Unfiltered Forever Inc. )




"The powers that be" blatantly continue to play upon the obsessions and addictions of Americans, taking every advantage to distract us from the things they are doing right under our noses.

Funny… you can immediately smell “shit” if you step in it, but when it’s “shit going on right under our very noses, “shit” that is deep, “shit” that is pungent unlike any other “shit” we have ever experienced, “shit” that these pieces of “shit”, whom prefer to be called "politicians or elected officials" and let’s not forget the purely laughable " Public Servants"  have wiped from their wealthy, greedy, corrupt, ( and don't forget) CRIMINAL asses with the very Constitution and Bill of Rights that protect us "Average Joe's" and our freedom, “shit  that will ultimately enslave us all to Government and its elitist agenda and destroy what little freedom we have left, if any at all.

Strangely enough "We the People" would rather play Call of Duty ,watch Survivor & American Idol, or simply believe what the main-stream media pumps out of the Rot-Box...the calming and soothing sounds of how:

“Things are looking up in America", and how our "War Machine" and all our brave, young (Unaware and Brainwashed) soldiers are doing a fabulous job protecting us from: (Insert the current Terror Cell, Dictator, Tyrant, Government, or other Enemy of the State du jour we are targeting for its resources or lack of cooperation with "our" agenda here.) 

Oh! Don't touch your remote control... Glenn Beck’s here to talk about Christianity, its relation to everything American, and why Conspiracy Theory and radical political theory should be punishable by castration, followed by death." Funny how the pot calls the kettle black when it comes to fanaticism!


Everything that comes out of main stream news markets is a lie.

" How do you know for certain?" you say. ..Because their lips move and they read whatever comes across the teleprompter just like Ron Burgundy did...

It is calculated, calming, lip service that makes us feel safe in our SUV's and Sleep Number adjustable beds at night.

Propaganda…

Not much more and certainly nothing less...

You know Propaganda...

That stuff that Hitler used to gather approval and trust from his citizens. 

Their (The Media) job is to get you to be so comfortable and uninterested in what's really happening outside your spectrum of view that you hit the "On-Demand" button so you can watch the replay of last night’s UFC PPV, meanwhile they go about their business as usual changing the law to suit their needs while our Constitution and our civil liberties wind up an afterthought and in some cases an inconvenience upon progressive and elitist agendas...

Not much more than a soiled paper towel, a symbolic sweat rag simply tossed aside once the Government gets its “nut.”  It's hot, sticky, diseased load blown up the back of working class Americans, senior citizens, and the rare politician who decides to honor his constituent’s requests and actually do his job the way it was intended...

Yessiree!! The Government loves screwing with ' "We the People" each and every chance it has, even if we say "no", no doesn't mean no when it comes to Government abuses, no means: "Watch Monday Night Football while we lay even more groundwork towards a New World Order...
 and get up on your hands and knees while you watch it so we can bury the Federal cock good and deep in your mindless sheep genitalia...

Federal Cock?

Hmm that would make a good name for a band or my website…have to write that down.

The Federal Cock- my metaphor:

It could be a debt ceiling increase…

 It could just be the public debt weighing in at just under 5 trillion (how many fucking zeros is that again?)…

It could be the spin on the B.P. Oil environmental (cluster-fuck) tragedy whose tune goes something like: 

"Yeah, we fucked up, we really kicked Mother Nature in the cunt, but it has created job stimulus due to cleanup needs AND we have a few billion available to shut you poor, Gulf Coast, tree-huggers the fuck up... 

Now hold out your hand, take the money, and then pull down your pants and bend over...

By the way, Mr. President and Senate sub-committee on energy, how much did you say our tax break was going to ring in at this year?"

It’s all about the money folks, and guess what...
We spend it faster than the Fed can vote to print more of the worthless shit.
Our money is so worthless it costs an American visiting China six million for a pack of cigarettes today...right at a quarter billion for a Toyota Corolla...

Do you see what I am getting at?

They stopped having our best interest in mind so long ago I can’t remember ever seeing it happen. We worry about "the laws" and breaking them... (most of which are in place to control the population at large by imprisonment (slave labor if you want to call a spade a spade) for crimes that carry mandatory minimum sentences for such ridiculous things as marijuana possession, possession of meth precursors (not actual meth...just batteries and a box of over the counter allergy meds can get you time) and other drug related nonsense.
 Nonviolent, victimless crimes in most cases are enslaving a young generation to privately held corporate prisons all over America where they are held in unsanitary, overcrowded, and inhumane living areas. They are paid sometimes a dollar( of our worthless money) a day to perform back breaking labor just to be allowed some semblance of freedom and humanity by working on a chain gang or other prison work program.

 Seventy percent of my generation has a felony conviction...SEVENTY PERCENT...What the fuck is wrong with that picture folks!!!

To the Government, not a damn thing...they have a way to get things done cheap, so cheap in fact that some citizens have actually lost their jobs in order to be replaced by prison work crews simply to save a little more of our almighty and worthless monopoly money...

Wait…
Until they finally decide to crash the economy...
And we lose our border sovergnty with Mexico and Canada…
And the North American Union (Google it if you’re not familiar) finally sticks it s beady little eyes from beneath the rock where it has been hiding.
*pop*
”Hi there, I’m the N.A.U, we are a globalized government society comprised of the US, Mexico, and Canada...Your lands are no longer yours, they belong to US now and the new money you will be using is called the "Amero", we will be exchanging old US Dollar currency for the New NAU currency at .22 on the dollar...please form a line to exchange currencies and be fitted with your mandatory RFID chip...”


You think I am making this shit up? Ask a Native American…

 Do just a little research folks...we can all wake up and care.

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Qualities I would like to find in the woman for me....

At the present and well ripened age of thirty-four and three quarters I think I have followed due diligence; experienced through experience, and now finally recognize the qualities I would seek out in a woman if the chance at love were to wander my way again...


The woman I am seeking would need to be:


Honest...
Intelligent...
Corny...
Funky...
Hilarious...

Witty...
Funny...
Romantic...
Personable...
Responsible...




Independent...
Silly...
Reliable...
Trusting...
Decisive...




Supportive...
Loving...
Affectionate...
Open-Minded...
Adventurous...




Spontaneous...
Experimental...
Concerned...
Spirited...
Teachable...




Soulful...
Manageable...
Serious...
Inspired...
Low Maintenance...




Inspirational...
Appreciative...
Opinionated...
Talkative...
Classy...




Interesting...
Forgiving...
Incorrigible...
Sexy...
Emotional...




Respected...
Slutty...
Culinary...
Sarcastic...
Respectful...




Confident...
Organized...
Careful...
Goofy...
Refined...




Genuine...
Dirty...
Cool...
Naughty...
Surprising...




Ferocious...
Seductive...
Accepting...
Strong...
Reasonable...




Compassionate...
Adorable...
Groovy...
Comfortable...
Understanding...




Humorous...
Assured...
Secure...
Charming...
Feminine...
Assuring...
Ever-Educating...
Aloof...
Frugal...
Eccentric...
Passionate...
Family Oriented...
Thrifty...
Friendly...
Original...
Darling...
Focused...
Complex...
Simple...
Cerebral...
Sassy...
Just...
Sure...
Quizzical...
Sultry...
Hungry...
Wise...
Empowered...
Aggressive...
Direct...
Alpha...
Cultured...
Maternal...
Logical...
Free...
Responsive...
Matriarchal...
Dorky...
Mysterious...
&...






















Able...
2...
Adapt....
2...
Anything...


Also,






Eternal...
in...
Love...


And so very much, much, much, more... at any whisper or whim...Lather,Rinse,Repeat...as needed. I understand we ask so much of our women,but in return, we earnestly repay it all ...


































By:Sitting in our underwear, headgear and jersey every weekend
furiously scratching our scrotal regions with the remote
and cheering our team as if they discovered the formula that turns piss into cold beer
all-the-while fondling the dog's "junk" 
because we have no concept of what we do...
when we cheer our team and celebrate YOU
















And we're sorry, but that will never change...








I know I will never find the one who is able to possess ALL I  desire and wish for upon my rapidly waning stars, but I understand compromise and commitment at my age. With that understanding also comes an ache from inside me to find the LAST one... unconditional in each and every effort enacted towards the one true gift within the magic of life itself. I seek the ending to the story of "Love... Incomplete." One story I cannot, and will not, be able to write alone

I don't want to spend the next 35 years alone, regretful, and bitter. I want to "leap" one more time...if only off a "high rise emotion within a notion." If only to my untimely and gruesome death...I am willing and ready if the right "old-soul" presents herself..."It's not the jump I fear, it's the sudden stop at the end."


I know, I know...all will be revealed before me in exact & perfect time... Therefore I ask: "How much time do any of us really have... for certain?"

I was always taught to pursue my dreams...


I still dream... of Love...(In)complete

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Suddenly in Sorrow (once again)

Well, I was going to use tonight's blog to start publishing the first several pages of a short story I had been working on. The plan being: add more pages daily, in increments, since it is approx. thirty pages long...

However there were events that came about late this evening that have sent me suddenly into sorrow and melancholy, and sapped what little creativity and desire I had left over after working all day.

Why does it seem like each time I can finally start to pick myself, and the pieces of my shattered life up, to begin to want to grow and trust again, to regain a mere ounce of dignity within myself, that my faith in  love intervenes and decimates the fragile grip I was just getting used to. I may be an idiot for it, but there are women from my past who I love and cherish in my heart. I carry their memories and my emotional ties to them with me each and every day.I allow them to forever capture a portion of my heart and to keep it long after I have gone. Actually there is just one now, and she deserves to say whatever she chooses about me, but God Dammit! she is almost freakish in her ability to hold out for the perfect and inopportune moment...the moment that always coincides with the beginning of a brutal and long awaited healing/ rebuilding process I so desperately need in my life. My soul is tangled within hers until fate or life sees fit to release it. All I know is I am tired of the emotional destruction that I bear on my shoulders. Its weight is about to finally make me submit...

I am doing fine though readers, no cause for alarm or to call the "funny farm" just yet, I just want to feel something other than self loathing and regret for a little while again. Thats all I ask...let me pick myself up off the ground and regain at least a little strength before the next attack comes from wherever it may...I am certain it will come though, it always does...it always does.

Friday, June 3, 2011

All Along The Way...




                 All Along The Way…




                               By: Jeremy C. Fink














All Along the Way... I have questioned myself on what seems to be a daily basis: “What is truly possible or impossible…What is the truth that I am constantly in search of?” “What is anything other than one individual perception and consciousness?” This leads me to ask of you; “Just how coincidental is it that time after time, year after year, we all find ourselves opening and writing new chapters in life at what always proves to be, without fail, the exact moment we were supposed to do so?”  I adamantly refuse to subscribe to the notion that life is nothing more than chance or dumb luck, I sense some power, so great and magical, that we as mortal men cannot even begin to comprehend it. “It” is undoubtedly at work pulling the puppet strings of this journey we know as “Life”

All Along the Way…people have become indifferent to life’s wonderment and magic, indifferent to seeking the answers and the truth that are such a vital part of our own necessity.
Life…as I think about that word, its concept, and the perception we make of our life and others .Oh! How we so genuinely misunderstand it. I can assure you we as a species were not bestowed with the magic of life and the intelligence required to be able to ponder, critically think, use logic, and question such theories and concepts so as to devalue it with comparisons to coincidence, circumstance or just plain luck.

All Along the Way…I have learned and applied life’s harsh lessons, I have been both teacher and student, been broken and made whole again. I have been stretched excruciatingly thin, only to snap…return back, and regain my true form once again.

All Along the Way… my journey of life has led me towards situations and obstacles specific only to my own plight and conscious awareness, or even unconsciousness perhaps. It is always perfect and can never be questioned, for love and life happen exactly how they are meant to.

All Along the Way… I have walked my own path, in my own shoes and now when I turn to the past for direction and guidance I can see every crossroad encountered along the way. Although some were seemingly impassable, they were all reached and overcome in good time. I see each bridge’s span that I have traversed, including the ones that have long since burned and fallen away for one reason or another, and the further I travel and the more time that passes it all reads to me like a precisely drawn and notated map…my past has become the map to my uncertain future. By no doing of my own this map has guided me through a chaotic and maddening maze, allowing the exact destination to be reached at only the exact time required…and not one second sooner.

All Along the Way…I have celebrated tremendous victories and suffered the most crushing of defeats. I have captured everlasting and eternal memories, some deeply cherished while others haunt me to my very core. I have loved and lost and nearly destroyed myself within the bondage of that pain, the pain of void, of emptiness, pain created from love lost too soon and now forever carried within as another scar upon my soul.


All Along the Way...this journey of mine has led me blindly from a dying and long since forgotten coal mine town, my place of origin, in the rural mountains of Pennsylvania on to my childhood home of fertile farmlands, rolling hills, and grass of blue. I have crossed over mighty rivers: Ohio, Mississippi, and Allegheny. I have climbed into the mountains of West Virginia, walked the path of pioneers in Appalachia and even seen the greatest of lakes that our nation has to offer. I have seen many things with my weary eyes, yet I feel I have actually seen nothing at all.

All Along the Way…I have doubted and challenged most everything, all the way from authority to reason and finally my sanity at times, but never have I regretted my form or tact in doing so.

All Along the Way… I have been a victim and recipient of labels, labels of many kinds with many intentions behind them. I have been praised and cursed, judged and acquitted, by those who hold no power over me or anyone for that matter. Alcoholic, Addict, Loser, Mental Case, Criminal, Convict, Psycho, to name a few, or perhaps: Genius, Creative, Talented, Artistic, Loving, Caring, and Kind. Again it is all just perception and experience but labels are talk, and talk is most certainly cheap.

All Along the Way…I have been loved and hated by more than just a few and regardless of the final outcome those who chose to take the time and truly know me have gained my respect and that is not an easy thing to accomplish for anyone in this world. They may gain mine, but WILL return it as well, either by their own choosing or by less than subtle methods of persuasion.



All Along the Way…I have held fast my belief in Love, Laughter, Liberty, and Life. I have known both honor and shame, been brutally entangled within each side of honesty and lies, but no matter what my course while on my journey, I have always remembered and cherished Love and Family while keeping them unconditionally in my heart eternal.

All Along the Way…my growth can be measured exponentially in love, family, wisdom, and passion. I no longer place boundaries upon my heart, mind, spirit, or soul because I know the walls that blocked my past paths so completely were merely figments of my imagination, the bricks laid of hurt and misunderstanding, constructed by bitterness and anger. These walls I had fought to topple for so long so that I could trust and grow again were never really even there, they only existed within the confines of my frightened mind.

All Along the Way…I have embraced the gifts and curses that accompany and are intertwined with “the voices in my head.” The voices are ferocious roars… unrelenting… and my will has never been a match for their chokehold upon me. It has always bent, weakened, and eventually broken under the weight of their strength. It has never and will never be capable enough to overcome them. I cannot recall a time where my mind or thoughts were anything less than a maelstrom of random explosions, assaulting me at every opportunity, taking the physical form of electrical charges, neurons and electrons, blasting about within my brain. The result: questioning the things that no one taught or told, the answers and facts that were given to be learned always unsatisfactory. Insatiable and stubborn to the end, this gift for seeking knowledge, for asking questions, was born of a hyper-enthused and unquenchable thirst for learning what was not to be learned. I have never hesitated to ask the questions no one else ever did. I searched for, and sometimes found, the unexplored angles that no one expected me to find…questioning everything and anything, yet nothing at all.

All Along the Way…I have been a disappointment to someone in my life.  At times manifesting into a destroyer of all things good, a monster, blackened to its very core… its birthright:  genetic. Its brood: my temper. Unbeknownst to me, it fed on decades of pain, embarrassment, and humiliation which I had cast down deep within myself, never expecting the eruption that would someday result. Fortunately, few have known it and for that I am thankful. It breaks its chains far too easily at times, furious and flailing about like the raging bull that has been taunted far too long. Seeing now only the red flag through its focused tunnel vision…it overtakes him. The Rage…so beautiful in its own way… so full of hate, vengeance, and devastation when unleashed, it allowed me to justify the solace and glory that washed over me. Finally, I WAS PERFECT in some aspect of my life and the solace and comfort that I found justice within hungered to be solely responsible for another’s fear and intimidation… I was perfect in my evil and evil perfect within me. So perfect in fact that my mind has now locked away the recollections of that perfect, cold, and callous evil, so as to spare my heart and soul the grief and unbearable burden of guilt and pain that was always my afterthought. I have been responsible for “aftermaths” but never proud or unremorseful when finally coming back unto myself and realizing the utter destruction that I was responsible for. I am capable of being a modern day “Jekyll & Hyde.” I am truly my own worst enemy beyond a shadow of a doubt, incapable of ever fully allowing this chaotic beast within me to sleep eternal. I am cursed to harbor inside me my perfect evil along with the knowledge and vivid recollections of exactly its capability… and that scares the hell out of me more than anyone can ever realize.

All Along the Way…I have always been exactly where intended, through jubilation and heartache or in judgment and justice. I have walked hand in hand with prayers gone unanswered and punishment undoubtedly deserved. I have never been anywhere on my journey that hasn’t taught me or tormented me with such unexplainable perfection than what I’ve come to expect from life…This is my journey alone to embrace...eternal and unending…It teaches me all I need to know, yet only when I am capable of its lesson…


In closing, I just wish to pay forward the few things I have been allowed to learn thus far… All Along the Way:

 1) Look forward to hindsight, because it is always 20/20... You can never see anything ahead of you more clearly than when you allow your past, even if troubled and tarnished, to guide you in the here and now.

 2) Think freely…without boundaries or bondage from judgment.

 3) Live…in absence of fear, failure is an opportunity that finds us all.

4) Love unconditionally… and let its magic be the food which feeds your soul.

5) Question everything… no matter what the answer might be.

6) laugh out loud… even if it is only at you.

And last but not least…

7) Always seek out the Truth...and be accepting when it finds you.

If you can apply these few formalities to everyday life, I assure you that when your journey has finally concluded you will have undoubtedly filled your heart, mind, body, and soul with the greatest gift of all…Love…


All Along the Way




















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