FADE IN:

EXT. ANTHONY’S APARTMENT NIGHT

CASSIE knocks on the door, and waits for ROOMMATE to open it.

CASSIE

Is Tony here?

ROOMMATE

Uh, yeah Cassie, in his room.

CASSIE

(walks past)

Thanks.

ROOMMATE

You ok?

CASSIE

(mumbles)

No.

Cassie knocks on Anthony’s door, waits a moment, then opens the door and enters Tony’s room.

INT. ANTHONY’S ROOM NIGHT

TONY is sitting watching TV. He smiles until he sees Cassie’s face and becomes worried.

TONY

Hey babe, what’s wrong?

CASSIE

(walks toward Tony)

I need to tell you something, but I don’t know how. But before I do, I need to know something. Do you really love me?

TONY

(smiles)

What kind of question is that? Of course I really love you. I wouldn’t have gotten a second job for anybody else’s wedding ring.

CASSIE

Please, no jokes right now. I’m serious. How much do you love me?

Tony turns off the TV, stands up, and hugs Cassie

TONY

Babe, I love you unconditionally. There is nothing you could do or say, to make me stop loving you. Now I don’t know what’s wrong, but we’ll go through it together, alright?

CASSIE

Alright. I love you too. Thank you Tony.

TONY

Now what’s wrong?

Cassie breaks the hug and begins to pace the room

CASSIE

It’s…about what happened last month?

TONY

(begins to get angry)

What happened? Did you see him again?

CASSIE

No, no it’s not that. I…We’re…I’m pregnant.

TONY

What? But we haven’t…

CASSIE

I know. It’s from him.

Tony walks to his bed and collapses on it face-up

TONY

How could this happen? I thought you got tested after he…you know.

CASSIE

Of course I did. It said it was 99% accurate, so I didn’t worry (MORE)

CASSIE (CONT’D)

about it anymore. But then I started to feel tired all the time, and I started getting nauseous, so I thought it was just the flu. But then I became late, so I checked with my Gynecologist Tuesday, and I just got the news today.

Cassie sighs and sits down beside Tony

TONY

(rubs her back)

You holding up ok, babe?

CASSIE

Just a little freaked knowing our lives are going to change forever. First, I guess we need to decide what to do.

TONY

We only have one option. We need to have it taken care of.

CASSIE

Well, that is one of our options…

TONY

(interrupts)

No babe, it’s the only option. We can’t have a baby.

CASSIE

(shocked)

I thought we would talk about this, but you seem to have made this decision already.

Tony stands up and begins to pace

TONY

(becomes passionate as he talks.)

Think about it Cassie. We’re both in school still, with a whole ‘nother year to go. You’d probably have to drop out, and forgo your plans of being a lawyer. I can’t work while I internship and go to classes at the same time.

(MORE)

TONY (CONT’D)

Secondly, shouldn’t be our burden, you were raped! No one is going to blame you for not wanting them. Thirdly, do you know how weird it’s going to look when two white people carry around “our” black baby? People will think the worst of us! And to top it all off, I’ve been saving myself for you all my life, and working to give us the life we deserve together, but now, a random stranger can come in and ruin all I worked for? I won’t do it Cass, I won’t!

CASSIE

(in tears, shouts)

Oh, that’s right, it’s all about you! I’m sorry my life shattering into a million pieces is so inconvenient for you!

TONY

(points and glares at Cassie)

Cassie, I refuse to raise that kid. I’m not going to waste my future for someone else’s mistake. Either it goes, or I go.

INT. EDWARD & COOK LAW FIRM DAY

Cassie is in deep thought as ROSE walks up to her desk holding a folder.

ROSE

(holds out the folder)

Here’s the folder you asked for.

Cassie is unresponsive

ROSE

(waves the folder over Cassie’s face)

Hey, earth to Cass, hello?

Cassie snaps out of her reverie.

CASSIE

(Places the folder on her desk)

Oh, Rose, uh thanks.

ROSE

(pulls up a chair)

Ok, I knows something’s wrong, so instead of asking, I’m going to sit here and wait for you to tell me what’s eating you.

CASSIE

I don’t want to talk about it.

ROSE

Yeah, you know me well enough by now to know that that’s not gonna work. It didn’t work on prom night, it didn’t work in my sixth grade sleepover, and it’s not gonna work now, so spill.

CASSIE

(smiles faintly)

You are so annoying.

ROSE

Comes with the territory of being your best friend. Now what’s wrong?

CASSIE

(leans in and whispers)

Fine. I think I might be pregnant.

ROSE

(shouts)

You what?!?

Cassie shushes Rose, as Rose lowers her voice.

ROSE

(whispering)

You can’t get pregnant now. You’re in the middle of an internship!

CASSIE

I’m aware of that, and getting this internship in the spring was hard enough…

ROSE

Do you know how bad this is going to look for you?

CASSIE

I’m aware of that.

ROSE

Let me clarify it for you. If you let Mr. Edwards or Mr. Cook know that you’re knocked up, they’ll let contact the law school to have you replaced while you’re off. Not only will that make the law firm look bad, but you being replaced won’t look so hot either.

CASSIE

I know but.

ROSE

(interupts)

I ain’t done yet. Worse is when you put off taking the bar exam because your knee deep in diapers,

and we both know the success rate of those who don’t take the bar exam right after graduating are less than stellar.

CASSIE

(puts her head in her hands)

I know.

ROSE

Besides, you’re the only person I can put up with around here. If you leave, and I have to put up with Mr. Edwards’ lame puns and Mr. Cook’s god-complex all by myself, I’m gonna go Basketball Diaries all up in this place.

Cassie and Rose both laugh. Rose leans in, and places her hand on her shoulder.

ROSE

Listen, as your best friend, I’ll support you no matter what your decision is. But if the roles were switched, it’d be a no-brainer. I’d reschedule the baby to make way for your future.

INT. PANERA BREAD RESTAURANT DAY

Cassie sits across the table from her MOM during her business lunch.

MOM

You really should have an abortion.

CASSIE

See that’s what everyone tells me, but at the same time, I-I don’t know what to think anymore.

MOM

It just makes sense dear. You’ll have thrown away everything you and Anthony have worked so hard for, and for what? The honor of being an unwed mother, with a different colored baby than your fiancée? No one will blame you for not wanting to bring a rapist’s child into the world.

CASSIE

But I feel there’s a connection between us.

MOM

It, Cassie, it’s a thing, not a person. It’s just an embryo, it can’t think or act or even realize it exists.  It’s just an object. It doesn’t even breathe. Even vegetables need air to survive. This is just a glob of goo.

CASSIE

But what gives me the right to kill what could eventually live.

MOM

The Supreme Court gives you that right, you should know better than most. Besides you can’t kill something that isn’t alive.

CASSIE

I know all that, but…even though everyone tells me to terminate it to save my career, and my future marriage, I just don’t think I can.

MOM

Honey, those are just your parental instincts kicking in.

CASSIE

But how could I have parental instincts over a non-child?

MOM

Do you remember when you were five and you were trying to housebreak that husky of yours, what was his name?

CASSIE

Jason.

MOM

Jason! That’s right. You were supposed to slap him on the bottom with the newspaper when he went to the bathroom in the house, but every time you were supposed to spank him, you couldn’t. You couldn’t hurt him because you loved him. That was your parental instincts.

CASSIE

That is completely different.

MOM

Is it? Right now you feel you can’t do what you know is the correct thing to do, because you feel connected to that egg inside of you. The only thing that is completely different about this situation is that back then your Father would spank the dog because you were too scared too. I love that about you, you could never intentionally hurt anybody. But I can’t have an abortion for you. This is something that you have to do yourself. Just, have it taken care of, wait until you and Anthony settle down, your careers take off, and then, when you two are ready, you can plan to have a real baby.

INT. BABY NURSARY DAY

Cassie slowly walks toward a baby crib in the center of her room, carrying an object wrapped in a baby blanket.

CASSIE (V.O.)

I wrestled with my decision for days. It was a no-brainer, it shouldn’t have been difficult. To have a baby not of my boyfriend that would ruin my future marriage and my aspiring career would have been foolish. To put at risk all I have strived for. And yet, still I lingered; longing to become one of those annoying parents who cheer too loud at their kid’s sporting event, or have one of those tacky child honor-roll bumper stickers on my car. But in the twenty-fifth hour, I knew I had to make the right decision. Looking back on it now, I have to wonder…

Cassie lays the blanket in the crib, and we see tears in her eyes. The blanket does not hold an infant, but a doll.

CASSIE (V.O.)

…if I made the right decision, why does it feel so wrong?

FADE OUT:

THE END

Currently Listening Out Of Control [CD-Single] By Hoobastank Out of Control see related

So here was, driving up to see my extended family in one of the northern states when my I notice my speedometer going haywire. It would make a "whirring" noise and randomly jump from going my normal speed limit to going 5, then 10 then 20 miles per hour over what I knew I was doing. It was telling me I was going 120 miles an hour while I had Mack trucks passing me on the left lane. It would then drop to under 60 mph (which I know I was going faster than) and then would shoot up to 120/mph again. So I started judging my speed by how fast cars were going beside me so I kept pace with them.

On the return trip home, I was traveling with my speedometer pointing at 80 mph while it was "whirring" so I knew it was reading inaccurately. It was 3 a.m. and there wasn't a car on the interstate. I thought I would play it safe by trying to keep the bar pointing at 80 mph figuring that it must really be something between 60 or 70 on a 65 mph road. Anyway, I got pulled by a cop who claimed I was going 78 mph, making it the one time in the entire seven hour ride that my speedometer would have been reading correctly.

I took the car to get it recalibrated, and got written evidence that the car could not be tested because the meter was jumping so. Replacing the part cost $332.25, but I figured it would be nothing compared to the insurance hike I would be in for if I pled guilty.

My day in court was today, so I had to drive to a little rinky-dink backwater town the interstate travels through for a whopping 4 miles to plead my case. Now, I have been in court before for several reasons, but this was the first time I had ever felt like I had been completely ignored. Previous times, my arguments would be listened to and would be told if they were valid or not. This was not the case today.

Now I enter this courthouse, and realize that there aren't people smiling to be there. I thought that was understandable, seeing how we were all probably there for the same thing. But I did notice that people were very, very solomn, almost resigned that their cases were over before they begun. It is hard to explain, anybody who has been in such a situation as this knows exactly what I'm talking about. It's sort of like going into a basketball game, knowing the other team is much better than you, or knowing that you are about to fail a test. This should have been a tip-off for me, but I was certain I had evidence on my side. How could they give me a ticket for something that messes up 200 miles away from home? Oh, if only I had known.

They open the court doors and me and my family found a bench to wait. (WARNING: RABBIT TRAIL.I was amazed at how many people dress like slobs infront of a judge. Do they not realize that this man is deciding your fate, and being improperly dressed shows a lack of respect for someone who is obviously in authority over you? I swear, I saw a man with work boots, dirty jeans, and a faded tie-dye shirt. Another person looked like she just stepped out of a whore house.She wore fishnets, piercings, enough makeup to be mistaken as Michael Jackson, and her concept of mause must be taking a moose, sliting it open, gathering all its fat and internal organs best undescribed and styling her hair in such a way that it reminded me of a cross between dredlocks and Ethan Suplee's character from The Butterfly Effect. Shoot, I put on a suit and tie, and these people look they just came back from a concert.) RABBIT TRAIL OVER. When the judge came out, I was shocked at how old he was. He must have been ten years older than God, cause when he came out of his little room on the other side of the wall, walked up two stairs, (not sets of stairs, mind you, 2 individual stairs) took 4 steps and sat down, he looked like he just ran a triathalon. He was wheezing from overexerting himself. All I could think of when I saw him was "I wonder which side he fought for in the Civil War." The policewoman told everybody in honor of the judge entering the room to sit remain seated, which boggled the hell out of me, because everybody already was seated. What are they going to do, stand up in defiance? I'd never showed respect for them by giving them a sitting ovation. Another tip off that this would not be normal.

The Judge started calling people up for their traffic violations, ranging from speeding to accidents. He went through them with blinding speed, and I mean speed, because he never spent more than 5 minutes with any one person. It was as if he had tee time at 2, and he had to wrap things up here before he could break out the clubs and hit the green. The judge also spoke very quietly, making hearing hard while on the witness stand which was literally six feet away from the man, let alone sitting down in the aisles. This man was not how I pictured a judge to be in my mind. I always thought of a judge as a man with a strong, sure voice, concidering carefully, choosing his words, weighing evidence to see if a man is truely innocent, or guilty. This man was his polar opposite.

Eventually, my name was called, and if it was not for me knowing what his first question would be (How do you plead?) I would have had no idea he was trying to move his vocal chords. I said not guilty, and he literally, I wouldn't make this up, sighed, rolled his eyes, and told me to put my right hand in the air. From that second, I had a feeling this would definately not go my way. He seemed like he already made up his mind. "Another dumb schmuck trying to skirt justince. Let's get this over with." After I was sworn in, I tried to ask if my Dad could come and testify as a witness, (him being in the car the whole trip) but I was cut off at "Could my-" and the judge had obviously taken over at this point. He told the cop to read what he had witnessed. When it was my turn to defend myself, I presented my case, stating I thought I was within the speed limit, there were no cars that I could use as a guide, and I showed him the sales receit of the parts, and labor of getting the speedometer fixed, and I went as far as to get a Calibration Test, which said that the speedometer was infact defunct and could not give an accurate speed from 30 mph or higher. I held out the sales receit and Calibration test for him to observe for himself...

...But he never looked at it. He wouldn't even reach out to take it from my hands. So here I am standing in court looking retarted trying to hand something to the judge he obviously has no intention of seeing or taking into account. It was at that exact second, I realized that I was about to be boned right up the sphincter. The judge told me the tests proved nothing, except that it was unreadable. Thus my calibration could be higher or lower, but only proves that I don't know. He then said that It was my responsibility to make sure that I was traveling under the speed limit. (Which is nonsense, cause it was a six hour drive going the normal speed. I'm not about to travel 45 mph down the road in the wee hours of the morning when there is nobodoy around, adding hours to my trip.) I was about to tell him that I felt certain that I was traveling well within the speed limit when I was cut off again. He told me "That is all, you will pay a $65 fine, see the clerk at the left."

And that was it. Guilty. My fate had been decided in under 3 minutes. I felt like smashing his antique face into a gavel. I wanted to cut him off, to let him know how it feels like. I felt like saying, "Hey, don't be a rude bastard, I'm talking. Let me give you all the evidence before you go criticizing me." "Hey, don't judge me yet, r-tard, I'm not even sworn in yet." "Don't treat me like an inconvenience, I'm a person with a problem and you're the only one who can help." "What proof do you need besides written proof from 2 sources that the speedometer was messing up?" But I remained silent, partially out of respcect, and partially in shock that I was ignored and passed over like I was a fifth grader trying out for the NHL. My parents followed me out of court, asking me what happened, because they couldn't hear a word he said as they sat from aisle 4 in a 10 aisle courtroom. I went to go pay my $65 fine afore mentioned, when I realized that that was the court cost. I still had to pay $55 in ticket money. Which got me thinking, I could admit I'm guilty by paying the fine via mail, or it is possible to go to court, be proven innocent, and pay more money than before. (Not including insurance increase).

So now, I have to pay $121 dollars for court fee/ticket, $332.25 for replacement of a little magnet inside my gagues, and for Lord knows how much more a month once my insurace gets a hold of this little fiasco, that is if they don't drop me all-together (again, I'm ashamed to add). I'm a college student. I don't have money. Not because I waste it on frivilous things, but because as of right now, I'm a second year sophomore by year, junior by credit, WITHOUT DEBT. That's right, I have paid my dues and just barely scraped enough dough over the summer to pay for this last semster without loans. (And before people think it's because my family is loaded with stockpiles of cash, it's because I'm dilligent and held three jobs over the summer and rarely spend money.) So now unless my parents part with some cash and I go into debt to them (income free), or take an official loan, I'm going to be bankrupt.

But what burns my britches was how that judge completely passed me over. I felt like I had been dehumanized, being seen as an problem, instead of a person with a problem. I have never seen someone with that authourity seem so cavalier about ignoring it. I do not in any way feel like I was given a fair trial, and would love to see what would have happened if i was in a court in my hometown, where the judge listens to those convicted, where I'm innocent until proven guilty.

I'm pissed, and now I need to do homework, cause I've been traveling all day to and from the courthouse, and I need to do homework pronto.

Hope your days go better than this one.

Wondering where Justince went,

Xe

Currently Listening Town Called Hypocrisy, Pt. 1 By Lostprophets see related

Hello everybody! We once again return from our random and unnecessary hiatus to speak to you once again. That's assuming that we still have readers.

Or had readers to begin with.

But I will not linger in the realm of self pity, for I have something I finally feel needs to be addressed. And that urgent message is this...

It is cool to be on time.

Thats right, I said it. And here's the reason it is on my mind.

During one of the holidays that just passed us by, my sister asked if I could follow her from the college we both attend to our home. Now I normally tell her to go on without me because I usually leave later than her, but her car had been having a problem of not stalling and not starting again. Not wanting her to be stranded on the side of the road leading to her kidnapping, tourture and eventual death by some creep, I decided to be a good brother and escourt her.

The day before we left, she agreed that she would be ready by 4 p.m. I agreed. Now ever since my sister was 3 weeks late for her own birth, she has never been on time. So I anticipated that she would be ready by 4:30 or 5. Thus, I didn't start packing til 4. I finished at 4:45p.m. I called to see if she was almost ready, and I found out she was visiting a friend, and was not at home yet. She assured me she would be ready, waiting for me at 6 p.m.

Now something I haven't divulged yet was that this took place right after exam time. This is the week that I was averaging less than 4 hours of sleep a night. This was the one day I could take a nice little snooze before I hit the road. I packed my stuff into the car at 5:30. Half hour isn't long enough for a fufiling nap, so I browsed the wide world of the interweb. She then called me every half hour to tell me she was almost ready. She finally arrived at my dorm at 9 p.m. She then proceeded to call people on her cell phone as I'm sitting in the car waiting to go. I was bored, exhausted, and really pissed off that she was putzing around.

Then, at 10. p.m. she announced that she was invited to go rock climbing several days ago, and she decided she was going to stay in town another day. Meaning I waited all this time for nothing.

I couldn't begin to explain the new level of frustration I reached that day.

I then proceeded to go home, six hours after I had originally planned completely alone. Being as late as it was, I couldn't stop to eat at a restaurant, cause there's not much open traveling down rinky-dink backroads at midnight.

I know this sounds more like a rant of just a crappy situation, but the root was her being so late. If she changed her mind at, oh, about, four hours sooner, I wouldn't have cared. I could have drove home sooner while it was light and convenience places were open, or I could have taken a nap and drove home being fully alert.

It was not to be because she can't keep track of time. It's always the people who are on time that suffer from others tardiness.

Man, I feel better. I think this post is theraputic to me. I really sould write more often. We're not even gonna pretend to be updating this on a schedule anymore. Posts will be up when they will be up.

Wow. I just got the irony. I just ranted about my sister being late, as I fail to update this. Should have thought of that before I wrote this. Oh well, too late.

Gotta go, I'm late for bed.

No promises this time, because I obviously can't keep them

Xe

Good evening gentle readers. I do believe I have some apologizing to do.

I have been trying to get this rant up for weeks. I saw this story in my trek through cyber space and immediately knew that I wanted to rant on it. I wanted everybody to see the same video that I saw, so that you could understand where I am coming from. Unfortunately, I did not know how to post a video on xanga. So I asked a friend who I thought was computer savvy to lend his assistance. He got the video posted, but it would cut out after playing three seconds. He then claimed that my computer was messed up and this causing the video's error. On a daily basis I would ask him to try again, but he would never come back.

In the process of my futile attempts to insert the video file below, my fellow ranter El became swamped in homework. He read a 400 page book on the Taiping Rebellion during the 1840s in China and then wrote a 4 page paper about it. Then he had to read another book for a 5 page paper due the next day. He's running on 8 hours of sleep in two days, half of which has been 30-60 minute long catnaps.

I finally got sick of being ignored, and decided to sit down and figure out how to upload the video myself. I should have done that 2 weeks ago. I think it took me about 15 minutes to figure out the problem. Now I feel really stupid for listening to him, because he kept saying that a virus in my computer was causing the problem.

Never fear, dear readers! I would never intentionally leave you all in the dark. The said video is shown below and my rant is ready. I don't know how many of you know of an actor named Sean Penn, but he is the object of my frustration for the day. (well, weeks really...) Please watch the video below, as you hear Sean Penn on Larry King Live.

Warning: Watching This Video Could Possibly Make You Stupider

There are several things I would like to touch on, beginning with the question "WHY IS LARRY KING ASKING SEAN PENN ABOUT IRAQ?" This really confuses me. Last I checked, Sean Penn was an ACTOR, not a POLITICIAN. Penn is only on the air to promote his movie. Maybe I'm far off base, but why would you ask him anything other than movie related topics? I've never heard other actors on LKL being asked, "So, Afghanistan, any thoughts?" But hey, what do I know. I'm sure that if I was invited to be on LKL, he'd ask me the same questions. Oh wait, I'm never going to be on LKL, because I'm a nobody. Only famous people like Sean Penn can voice their opinion on the airwaves. No matter that his sentences (if you call them that) skip more than a scratched CD and he looks like he's been smoking pot continuously since the third grade.

Now if you all would reflect back to Mr. Penn's answer, he begins with this profound statement. "No. It's -- I think -- to me the situation is pretty simple. I mean, the devastation of the situation is pretty simple. Right now, you know, what these party clowns like Don Rumsfeld could be described as, as far as I'm concerned, except for the enormous damage he's done this country and mankind -- and our President -- and saw that they're getting out there and they're beating this drum, to drown out, as they did in 2002, to drown out other -- in that case it was Enron. Now we have another situation, so it's this war on terror, boom, boom, boom. Drown out the reality of what's really happening."

Excuse me, Mr. Penn but none of what you said made any sense at any time. Let's dissect this bit by bit shall we. First, the question that was asked was "Is Iraq getting any better? The military now controls itself." His answer, "No". That's fair enough, now he must answer why. He says the situation is pretty simple so the audience is thinking "Oh, Mr. Penn must have an idea!" They are soon let down when he quickly remedies his answer by saying the devastation of the situation is simple.

Let me speak for America as I say "Huh?" That does not answer his question, nor does that even come close. He's changing the topic instead of answering the question. Watch for that because he does it again.

Let's look at the sentence "Right now...Enron." I feel like I just insulted every sentence ever created. Let's count the fragments shall we. 1...2...3...4...5 fragments, none with a point.  What could Don Rumsfeld be described as? The fact that he's done damage to this country and mankind is the exception to what? Rumsfeld and the President are beating some drum to drown out what? The world will never know because Mr. Penn can't finish a complete thought. This guy must have something worse than ADHD because my friend who actually has ADHD can at least keep his mind on track to finish his sentences. I don't think that at this point Mr Penn even remembers the question, or the fact that one was even asked. He finishes his pearl of wisdom with the thought that the President is drowning out what is really happening. Does he ever inform us of what is really happening? Oh, heavens no! Sean Penn does not need to complete a thought because he is Sean Penn. How dare a famous Hollywood actor be troubled with such trifling things as sentence structure, and complete thoughts, and the fact that sentences need a noun and a verb. This is why he has writers. Without a script, we see him stuttering like a plane running on empty.

Mr. Penn shows us a glimmer of what is at the heart of the whole debate. "The same amount will be dead of Iraqis, innocent, in ten years without the Americans as they will with the Americans there." This is his reason to pull out, and why not? Why not let them fend for themselves? We'll save out troops. We'll save money. We'll save time. But what if it's the right thing to do? Is it not a good thing to stop a government that kills men and have treat women like a piece of property? To stop a religion that says to kill those who do not share your beliefs? The reason that situations like this arise, is because good men do nothing. Well, we didn't do anything, and we got attacked. Now we have this pansy saying were not doing anything, at the same time that we have their leader being tried in a court of law. The logic boggles the mind.

I digress. I didn't mean to go there, but I felt I needed to say something. Let's continue on with Mr. Penn's presentation, shall we? Sean says "So shamefully, we have to -- you know, it's what Nixon called 'peace with honor,' to get out of Vietnam."

First, let me point out that of all the 43 men who have held the office of Presidency, he chooses to quote the only one who was impeached. Naturally we should listen to Nixon when he speaks about "honor". Secondly, it must be noted that Vietnam was first war that America has ever lost, which was due to political incompetence, and not because of incompetence in our military.

Mr. Penn then says "It's time to rebuild our military..." which is exactly what all Democrats want. Remember Clinton? He...oh wait...he downsized the military. You know when he says rebuild the military, he really means not. He finishes by saying "It's time for us to strengthen ourselves and to try to help them through diplomacy and with money.” What a great thought. We'll reason with terrorists. If you could reason with a terrorist, then they WOULDN'T BE TERRORISTS! "Gee Mr. Name-I-Can't-Pronounce-Without-Hacking-Up-Phlegm, could you please not kill me for not believing the same god as you. I'll pay you if we can be friends." Mr. Terrorist will smile, take our money, buy weapons and ammunition, come back and either threaten you for more money or kill you. Then you can try reasoning with him when he has a gun pointed at your head.

Larry asks if we should support emerging democracies, because "democracy is better for the world, right?" I'll give King the benefit of the doubt, seeing how we live in a republic and not a democracy. Every democracy that has ever been created has been doomed to failure. (i.e.Greeks) That is the reason the founding fathers intentionally created something new that was not a democracy, however, Mr. King is true in saying that a democracy is better for the world (no matter how short it will last) as opposed to tyranny or anarchy. Watch Mr. Penn's answer.

"I think he's devastated our democracy."

Once again he avoids the question. The question asked required a yes or no answer. "Democracy is good" shouldn't take more than a second to answer. Mr. Penn doesn't even bother to redirect the question; he just gives a random answer. Then he switches gears to inform us that President Bush has made us divided. Um, I would have to disagree, we were already divided. Remember 2000 election? Were the American people not divided then? Was that Bush's fault? Obviously, because Mr. Penn says it is. If that is his logic, then I could say that Democrats have divided Americans. Penn says without really saying anything, that the mainstream view of Americans is of a liberal position. Is he in any authority to make such a claim? Of course he is, because Sean Penn is a actor. Oh, wait...my bad, being an actor doesn't mean anything besides naming your profession. He has no credibility. In fact his credibility is shot straight to hell when he says he has many Republican friends. Somehow, I doubt that. Especially after calling all Republicans suckers.

He finishes his train wreck of an interview by saying "I'm worried...that we're not going to have good choices." I couldn't agree more. I thing the worst choice of his life was to come on Larry King Live and make a total douche of himself. I think it was a poor choice by Larry King to have him there as if he is a legitimate credible source. The only reason he is there, is to advertise for his movie "All The Kings Men" which is doing poorly at the box office anyway. I hope that this boosts Larry King's ratings for just a moment, so the public can see how far he's fallen. He is now reduced to interviewing movies stars as if their opinion is the American Way.

Sean Penn, if you have such a problem with America, you could just leave. Johnny Depp did not like the way the American government was run, but instead of whine and complain, he moved to France. I know Mr. Penn will do no such thing, because he's exploiting America for it's benefits while bashing its citizens and leadership. Sean Penn, if you decide to move away, I will be the first one to help you pack your bags. Right after I throw a party.

Wow. I really didn't mean to rant for that long, but I guess it was very overdue. Myself and El will try to stay on time from now on. Now, homework looms in my immediate future.

I'll be on time next time, promise

Xe