Security

(This was written after visciously trying to break through security measures of two DVD's and one $10 computer video game...you can imagine my frustration?...EXACTLY.) If the security of the entire United States of America depended upon terrorists cutting through the same plastic and removing the same security tape that CD's are wrapped in, they would say "Fuck This" before they got through.

Now, I can understand if the record companies are trying to keep their business going by not having their overpriced "rich-man's" produce being stolen, but that kind of plastic wrap, glue, and tape trifiecta from hell is a god-aweful combo. I don't think it is all too crazy to assume that the president of Arista Records has an assistant to unwrap CD's that he buys for himself, and that this assistant probably has gone to numerous lectures and demonstrations on the quickest and easiest method to CD listening and DVD watching freedom. Please, government, you must do something new to prevent stolen items...perhaps spend some of that moldy money you have sitting next to the pretzle that almost choked Bush to death (ha) on some electronic devices placed in the central plastic of the discs that radiate constantly and communicate with in-store alarms and security systems and can only be deactivated once the products is under a ray beam. The funny thing is...this technology probably would cost no more to produce automatically in discs than paying people to watch machines that wrap, tape, and glue those bastard CD's together.

Poem for the Crippled America

(After watching much of the 2004 US Presidential Debate, I concluded that only this poem has as much truth in it than any other person's idea I had previously heard. It tells of naturalistic (nature's) ways of dealing with problems, but are not carried out by the American people, nor anyone else involved in anything that has to do with competion for the good of mankind. The following was originally a school assignment: to write a poem utilizing ten new vocabulary words that was coherent to one subject, which just happened to be what I felt the most strongly about at the time.)

Mein Gedicht über die amerikanische Präsidentenwahlwerbung

The Truth of America - vom Zachary Shellenberger aus Amerika

Flashed on screen, bombastic claims, Grotesque accusations, permeate my brain. Callow Kerry, not truthful enough, Laid-back Bush, not looking tough. The drivel that's spat, through the TV, The interlopers in our government, smiling at me. False aplomb, their thoughts only surmised, Becomes apparent, when you look into their eyes. Exhortation, dowgrading the other, While Osama bin Laden plans another. Why not work together the way it's supposed to be, No, they'd rather rip eachother apart, all over our country.