Heroes
I’d like to start by saying Fuck Neil Armstrong.
Now, let me put this in a way that won’t be flamed. I admire what he did, I really do, he AND Buzz Aldrine. But really, I admire them on a personally human level. I think what they did really helped America, I think it pushed us forward scientifically, and helped shape our country into the shithole it would become (because it wasn’t TOO bad back then).
But let me make this perfectly clear…I AM SICK OF BEING TOLD WHO MY FUCKING HEROES ARE. I have been hearing my whole life, “Oh Babe Ruth was an American hero.” Yeah, and AMERICAN hero. Not a MARK WILAND hero. I don’t think anyone should HAVE heroes! I think everyone is the same, just others are more career driven and goal oriented than most. That’s all that separates the people who work in bands from the people who, say…raise children. Neil Armstrong, Abe Lincoln, and any OTHER person who ever achieved something. Even Martin Luther King. I mean, I’m not racist, but I don’t see how he’s any different than say a white suburban white kid who used to smoke pot but got better through the proper learning channels. Both of them-if taught the correct way-could achieve the same goal.
A lot of people wonder where these Presidents and Heroes come from. Like they’re assembled in some factory somewhere. Well, they’re NOT. They’re made in homes, just like ours. Raised by parents just like…well not as shitty as my own, but like ours nontheless, yes. This is what we have to offer the American people, is Americans themselves. It goes by a single phrase:
Garbage in…Garbage out.
From now on, I either want to choose my own heroes, or not have any because I admire myself as much as I do Stephen Hawking. It’s not THAT hard to become crippled and still be a genius. The hard part is being RECOGNIZED for it.
m@rk
