"I Hate John McCain!"

So, I am watching the Chicago Bears deliver a knock out punch to the Detroit Lions this afternoon at a sports bar in Rocky Mount, NC. A little kid arrives with his dad to take advantage of a free barbeque buffet the venue offers. Their game is the Cleveland Browns vs. Baltimore Ravens. They turn out to be Cleveland fans. Lo and behold, as their game winds down, Cleveland (as usual) screws up and turns the ball over. "Darn", says the little kid, "I hate the Baltimore Ravens more than I hate John McCain"! I turned my head in wonder, amazed at the pointed pontification of such an erstwhile astute progidy of politics. I thinking to myself, "This kid is just a couple of years beyond mushmashing Gerbers baby food product from the heights of a high chair. Already, he has received his indoctrination!" We all know that the very first place kids pick up on having any idea of the world is from watching and listening to their parents. For this kid, his parents have already pollutued his young impressionable mind with dysfunctional falsetto and turned it into a perishable product. However, there is one resounding probability that those educated enough to know the difference between emotion and logic, marxism and capitalism, propoganda and truth: The kid also spoke about how much better Mac's were than PC's! Maybe, there is hope for him after all? By the way, my game, the Chicago vs. Detroit game? I am very partial towards my beloved Bears and the historoicity of thir organization. However, when things go awry for them and turn a despised conferance opponent such as Detroi into a team with vitory on their agenda, I don't think, "I hate the Detroit Lions more than I hate Barrack Obama." Maybe the White Sox or the Green Bay Packers? But, no, this is a truer statement: "I hate what Barack Obama represents and what his political and philosophical agenda portends." When one has an education, not an indoctrination, one can deduce such logical distinctions.

I am a former Navy Seabee. For those of you living in Fort Wayne's Sycamore Hills, Chicago's Kenilworth or LA's Beverly Hills, Seabees are naval construction types. We have an unusually ornery sense of humor. And today, I fell prey to the amusement of a civilian construction crew.

This letter is about a jokester who had a great joke played on him today by some of Fort Wayne's saviest. You all know about the construction work that is going on along the riverbank greenway adjecnt to Foster Park. Seems like that neck of our woods has been torn up most of the year. I have been riding the greenway for years now. But, with putting up these flood banks, gobbs of what was once (sort of) paved trailway is now but a river of mud! Let me ask you a question, what happens when rain and mud mix? Well, sometimes they don't. It gets kinda messy.

So, I have to ask another question: If the city of Fort Wayne is employing a construction crew to do work along the river greenway, ostensibly (as always, after the fact) doing the citizenry an invaluable service protecting their homes in a known flood plain, they know they have torn up that stretch of land it is an absolute quagmire, who is the bigger moron here? Me, for imitating the Garfield comic strip charachter of Odie and blindly dilly dallying along riding straight into that mess; or, the Garfield's of this messy joke that knew exactly what I was getting myself into and getting a nice chuckle out of my temporary filthy encounter? Why couldn't one of these ruffian types warned me not to continue on in the direction I was going? Me thinks it is because they were probably a little bored and wanted some entertainment at my expense.

In any event, it is something that a construction type would do, civilian or military! Hope the fun was worth it!

"Well, that didn't take long!", said the friendly, smiling helper down at the City County Building early voting spot. "No", said I, "with this crew, it's very easy to choose." Such was my demenor when I hopped back on to my trusted TREK 4900 to again further reduce my alleged carbon footprint transporting myself around town. There is still a bit of time to go before election day (Nov 4th). But, with all the noise being bantored about by both the McCain and Obama camps, I just had to get my decision on who to vote for out of my head, through my slightly before nicotined and resined stained fingertips and be done with the unrelenting madness of this years federal election campaign cycle. After all, now that I have voted, how much money is going to be wasted by some egghead marketing genie thinking that throwing millions upon millions of more dollars my way is going to influence who I am to vote for? With some time to go, it's over! 

Then, later in the day, it hits me: "Early voting is not a very good thing." Why, it unduely deprives every political campaign and the electorate electorate of efficient use of campaign funds by having a reduced population pool (cough, cough) to effect come election day.  It also sets up the very stage which (as of this posting) festers what may yet turn out to be the greatest case of mass voter fraud to ever occur in this nation's history. How does the saying go, "vote early, vote often"? Sure, why not allow even more time for such? 

Election day, whatever day it is (or was) used to be a very special day. It meant something to be able to go to a polling place and cast my ballot. While on active duty, it was a proud tribute to our political process and our history to be able fill out an absent 'T" ballot after a undeniably silly pep talk by my comapny commander (who, by chance, I used to beat the smack out of in high school lacrosse!). Election Day was just that: Election Day. Now, it is just another 24-hour news cycle event. Just a confirming postscript to the maniacal tyraid of polls, purposely false accusations, political pandering and promising dreams that have no intention of ever coming true by political campaigns. Election Day is now but an event with absolutely no meaning. It's just a charade for hype. 

But, this is what we have allowed to happen. Kind of like the sanctity of marriage, election day has been diluted to irrelovence of what its original significance used to be (and what millions of our countrymen and women have fought and died for). It is but a faucet. Turning on, to turn off. And this time around, no matter who winds up winning, beng turned off is exactly what early voting is to me. 

Regards, 

Lance Phillip Cordill
THEE LANCE TALENT
www.theelancetalent.com
lancecordill@yahoo.com
260-348-8978

It is said that "Pickles come in many different sizes and many different jars." I know,  I invented it! And, I am in a pickle. Yes, it has to do with women. I am torn in two different directions. I am ever so physcially attracted to women in their 20's (spice, energy, curiosity, dreams, lust, figures). MySpace presents a myriad of fantastic fantasies of "what if's, if only I coulds" in the way of meetings. The connections I have made on here have been totally fantastic. If not for an actual meeting with who I find here. But, the hormonal charge in beng visually stimulating is fantastic! Yet, through it all, I would probably be better off with a woman in her 30's (maturity, focus, experience, lovemaking, responsibility). My pickle is being able to focus on which direction I should find myself. Lord knows trying to exact any sort of success in dividing my resources isn't producing the result I might hope for. I am involved with many different women on many different levels. Meeting them isn't a problem. Finding one that is not married, tied down, looking for an instant daddy (with sugar, too?), overweight, ugly (I am so mean!), in more debt than I am, or just flat out a beeatch is growing feint of heart. I love Fort Wayne women. I can not help it. So much so, I probably scare them to death simply by saying hello. My COM 212 proff at IPFW says that the women here really will get overblown that I might pay them any attention and they simply trip up over themselves (gals in their 20's). But, I don't see it as such. It's more like total rejection for me. thank god all the auditions and sales calls I have been to to have been blown off. i have thick skin. But, no one likes to be passed over for something else. So, I tour. Now, onwards to New Mexico for the next leg of my tour. Considering that I am still to be in Iraq, I am pretty F-ing lucky to be doing what I do. I am mindful of this and do not take it for granted.  The ego side of me previously thought that maybe this was a sign from God that I truly was going to again meet Miss Wonderful and hit somethiing off that would best us both. As far as I know, this hasn't happened. It's still the same ole, same ole living in Fort Wayne. I know you are out there, my lady extraordinaire. Just waiting fo rme to come into your life and you into mine. Perhaps, we already know each other. But, the timing just isn't right. Maybe, if I started wearing a watch again (I miss my SEIKO!) and would be back in synch with timing. Then again, finding a woman who has a clue to my broadband wavelength and wattage output at 220 operating volts (instead of the traditional American 110) would be more to a positive outcome. And so it goes, October 1 2008. The Cubbies are in the playoffs and have their first game tonight in it. I am on the road. Or, should I say the tracks! In either case, I have a decision to make. Any feedback out there would sure be helpful.

They will crucify me at Unity. But: The author of this blog clearly indicates an uncomfortableness about what it really means to be a true woman. A true woman is what this author is not. A true woman is "diverse", eclectic, spontaneous, affectionate, emotional, strong and likes heterosexual, masculine guys. She is not limited to two essential issues in defining herself: 1. Wanting the right to have sex with anyone that they wish to (without accepting any responsibility for potential consequences); 2. The right to have an abortion. That's it. Those of you of the female gender who "exgender" your biological proclivity and rip women such as Gov. Sara Palin really aren't women at all. Sure, you are bilogically female. However, you are of a species that our homo genus has yet to find a phylum for. Except, deep down inside you still have yet to come to grips with some personal issue that you still carry a grudge agaiinst the univers with. Observantly, I have to report most of the bitter rhetoric against women like Gov. Pallin from other women seems to stem more from jealousy than anything argumentatively constructive. The men who criticize her are the ones so totally chickafied in their frame of referance, I have to wonder if getting their balls cut off thinking it would gain them easy access to women to have sex with (let alone men!) is worth it? After all, she IS going to be the first woman Vice-President this nation has ever had. And to think, you femi-misfits and your metrosexual Whoa-man men with a Verpa and an agenda had your chance to make Sen. Hillary Clinton the first woman President this time around! Perhaps, you are now suffering from a case of buyers remorse? See you in line at Wal-Mart.

By trade, I am an actor. I am trained to read a script and either perform verbatum or ad lib with it. If this so-called "credit crises" were a play, it is being directed by one hell of lousy director. I am not a home owner and own no property outside of a TREK 4900 bicycle. However, I do pay attention to the issues of the day and follow them intensly. The increase in cortisol production accumulating around my waistline is indicative of this. Surely, more comedy clubbing is on order for the future. What is now taking place in Washington, D.C. doesn't make any sense to me. The very same people who are responsible for creating this propogandized mess (primarily Democrats) are now being entrusted to solve it? Save for the price of gasoline, the fact that nothing overtly negative has happened to our economy (the principles ARE sound) and politicians in Congress are being PROactive with legislation is rather peculiar. Congress is a REactive body. They don't act unless what is well known in advance could happen actually does. Then once the destruction has already taken place, our elected officials pander to a waiting microphone giving us in the general population comfort that it will never happen again. I'm scratching my chin on tis one. I genuinely believe that this whole perceived crises is a fraud. There is something else going on behind the scenes that the media is ignoring. Certainly, I can not ascertain what activity is taking place. But, the reporting and the activity of this energy doesn't pass the smell test. What I do know is this: "You don't lend money to people who can not and/or will not ever be in a position to pay it back. The fact that most of these people are minorities is just a fact of life." I wish the community and political marxist leaning activists would shut up and move on with the realities of life and quit trying to hold the majority of decent, honest, hard working people back. The fact that the majority of these people are white is just another reality of living life in the United States! Lessoning standards in order to smooth out and even the playing field of life? That is a sack of trash as a frame of referance to operate from. Life is not an open ended spiggot flowing with unending abundance and treasure. Life is limited with only so many resources at any given time to be taken advnantage of. The trick is being able to secure these resources and grow them. If not the case, as I well know, the money tree stops growing, withers on the vine and dies. I am so very lucky to have had the opportunites that I have had in life. As bad as some people make out this nation to be, I wouldn't want to live anywhere else. Having said this, you bet there is room for improvement. Life is an evolving process. Things are never meant to stay the same. Pretending that they are is a very dangerous proposition. Espeically, if I bulge out of an XL Reebok's pair of sweats into XXL! Just some food for thought. There is something amiss in how this "credit crises" is unfolding. Something is scripting this whole period of time in our world. And the script surely sucks!

After all, he really is, isn't he?

Today, September 3, 2008, I received my very first national tour booking! "Texas On Tour" with Red Peg Marketing. Thanks to my working peer (and I hope, my friend), Sig in Indy, Red Peg's Derrick Smith and the will of Allah it has finally happened.  I firmly believe divine grace borught this opportunity up out of nowhere. I have put my time in working for second, third, fourthe tier staffing orgs that view talents as nothing more than an entry on an Excel spreadsheet. I have executed projects to the best of my ability. I have buurned a few bridges early on and one that I just don't give a rat's behind about $150 becuase she broke ERSA laws protecting military service members. The former, I just didn't know enough about the industry (and it's many tnetacles), the motives of its players and the integrity of its shakers. By far, the industry is populated with upstanding, respectful and respecting individuals and groups. There are a few "stinky butts" and glute holes. But name me an industry that is not? I've paid my dues, done correct things. Now, it is time to increase persoal market share and leverage my presence to it's higher good and utmost presence. I will ALWAYS be loyal to those who have helped me along the way. This continues into the future. Just think if I was even sorta, kinda, good looking, I might even have a girlfriend by now! Sucks that I don't. But, I do relish my freedom and not being tied down to any dramas. But, that's another blog. Today, I am very grateful to have been chosen for this booking. I trust in God and my ability that it will be executed to the point that another booking will result from it.

With specific reference to this 2008 presidential election and the two major political parties' candidates: What I find to be thee most interesting component of the openly negative reaction of Alaskan govenor Sara Palin's selection as Sen. John McCain's runnng mate by the swining wing of the liberal left of today's Democrat Party members is the emotional immaturity being vented in the blogosphere, the mainstream media and the seminar callers on AM conservative radio talk shows. The king/queenpin kindergarden pupils of the class seem to wind up in Michael Medved's radio show. I don't see how he remains so calm debating with intellectual sludge? It is one thing to have intellectual immaturity and posit a preferential proclivity for already tried and failed liberal policies of the past. At its core is liberal socialism bordering on marxism. It is another to vent and rage against someone or an idea simply for the sake of venting and raging. Little babies do that when they are in the crib crying for a bottle of milk or a mother's breast to suck on, or they've defacted or urinated their diapers.  So here, for the last five days and going, the emotional whining of the swinging wing liberal left has been crying out for their maternal mother's milk to sooth their angst and fear over soon to be Vice-President Sara Palin's presence in this federal election. They are crying out for their diapers to be changed. Well, they have their former dope smoking diaper dandy agent of change in their candidates. Republicans have ours. To me, it is a beautiful sight to behold. I again have become part of the process. Part of the solution. Whne I was a child, and for a good part of my adulthood, I thought as a child and conducted myself accordingly. Then, on one specific day, it became apparent to me that I ate my broccoli and cauliflower growing up and grew hair on my barralled chest. That childish thinking is now removed. Personally, it would do the swinging wing component of the liberal left (particularly, those overtly biased media members) to "grow up and act their age" and handle their ranting and raving for the ballot box on election day. While amused, the noise being projected is very annoying, truthful and revealiing. Come on, swing winger lefty's out there , ACT MY AGE!!

It is pathetically annoying listening to all this negative publicity and angst towards a woman who, by any stretch of any sane hetero-sexual man, would really be quite the catch. To me, Gov. Sara Pallin is a woman. A real woman. A woman who exemplifies all of what it is that I find attractive in being a woman. Remember now, I do not personally know her. Nor, do most of us physically know each other either (one of the neat nuances of MySpace). But, I do know that Gov. Pallin likes guys. She wears dresses and skirts. She is physcially strikingly attractive and keeps in great shape. I love her facial features from her forehead to her chin. And those lips are to kiss for! Her charismatic Idaho twang might be annoying from time to time in her speeches. But, when she is engaged in normal conversation, it is as engaging as her mind. While she is under a constant barrage of personal insults and daily attacks by the mainstream media and the flaming left (ie, specifically, miserable femi-misfits), she has kept her composure. Just think, what might happen if a politically battle tested, hunter/gatherer, moose skinning deadly shot with her back against the wall really got pissed off? Hmmn, me thinks even the catty, cat eye saint herself of what was supposed to be her presidential birthright, Sen. Hillary Clinton, would save her claws to fight another day with someone else. Maybe, that's why she is not out on the playing field any more?

Today, August 29, 2008 will go down in history as a date which will live in fama forever for the United States of America. Not just for the Republican Party. That Republican Party presidential candidate Sen. John McCain picked Alaska Gov. Sarah Palin is the most phonomenal choosing of a Vice-Presidential candidate in American political history. I don't claim to be some politically astute hack. But, I am someone who has always tended to vote Republican, Independent or Libertarian. I can say this, I was seriously waivering on even participating in the political process in this year's election until today. By the pouring out of emotion and logical rational by conservatives about this pick, the small capped democrats and their Marxist agenda might as well pack it in and call for the same surrender of the politcal process that they continually have on the deciseivly winning the war on terror. The Republicans have already won this year's Presidential election. The gender gap has been breached in American presidential politics (do we really believe that the Geraldine Ferraro pick ever had a prayer?). The glass ceiling is now forever broken and the pieces are splattered all over the face and place of Marxist feminism for eternity. Sarah Palin has been a gem in waiting. Wow, even for this military guy, she has more BALLS than I do! Certainly, more than Hillary Clinton. And all she ever did was just her job: to serve her native Alaska constituents. No geographic monkeying around to leverage a marketing concept to get elected to political office the likes that Hillary Clinton and her clones contrived over the years. I am so stoked by this pick that I would love to give Russian dictator Vladimer Putin a lap danse and dispense my glee all over his surely now concerned knees of evil and destruction. I hope I am not wrong about this. But, I think the Russians now get the idea that, like the former Soviet Union and their Marxist ideology, America and her freedom ideology has never gone away either. They surely now have to see that the American people, when push comes to shove, will not now or ever cow tow to the eventual anarchy and psychotic ethos of what Marxism has always wrought upon its subjects. So, quiver, shake and bake, do thee Obama Stramma and Da Biden bing bang boo. But, rhetoric and retardedness will never eclipse this master stroke of political genuis in the formation of the now McCain/Palin ticket. In the end, what was once a an almost surely lost vote for the Republicans this year is now firmly ensconsed in an ever waiting button pusher for the new President of the United States, John McCain. Now, to be able to convince my fellow thespians, comedians and models that you do NOT have to be a swinging liberal Marxist or Obamahead to be good at your craft!

It has begun. My first foray into the world of trying to go bi-lingual. time to attempt to learn Spanish through Indiana University-Purdue University at Fort Wayne (IPFW). Thank God it isn't German, Japanese, Chinese, Viet Namese, Korean, French or Arabic. I mean, what were all those wars about that our American colonials and citizens died for so we wouldn't have to speak any of THOSE languages in the first place? Oh, well, it doesn't matter. I know that I am going to feel good about myself for doing this. That's the important thing. It doesn't matter that today's American business climate is demanding bi-lingualism. Particularly, the addition of Spanish. Particularly, because of the influx of illegal aliens who will not learn English! "Paycheck, Lance! Paycheck." I AM doing this for the right reason?

Reality 101

Fricken illegal aliens and their Spanish language are the number one peave I have in my life right now. Day in and day out, I have to be subjected to a verbal array of print, televised and audio media conducted in the Spanish language. In fact, so much so, I am going to take a 4-hour college credit course from IU to become bi-lingual. I wouldn't be all peaved about the situation if I knew that the Spanish speakers who are here both legally and illegally were making some sort of actual effort to become immersed and synthsized into basic Americana (or, if you are a Barrack Obamayte, Amerikanta) culture. But, this is just not happening. I do not live in Mexico or Guatamala or anywhere else south of the American southern border. If I was, I wouldn't expect the citizenry there to accomodate my lazy lacklusterness and try to force them to learn English. It would be to my advantage to learn Spanish. This makes perfect sense. I have it on good authority that they have been speaking Spanish in Mexico and Guatamala for quite some time. There is going to come a time when some loudmouth tumbleweed traverser or "WetFront" who scampered or paddled their torso across our national border illegally is going to shoot his La Bamba off at Wal-Mart and a good ole redneck, hayseed eating cud spitter is going to take out his pent up angst and deliver swift executive order to that person. The point is, the weak kneed amigos who support the illegals and their Spanish speaking criminals are not the majority of exploiting this problem. To me, it is American companies who now think it is somehow a major enlightening  marketing experience to encourage Spanish speakers NOT to have to learn English in order to be part of the American scene. Anything to make a buck. Even if it contributes to eroding the traditional way of doing things here in America - in English!! Viva America for Americans.....who speak English!!!!! Oh, and are here lawfully!!!

Today I began what I thought might be my first foray into the 

world of freelance writing. I answered an ad posted on the 

Fort Wayne link for www.craigslist.com (a popular messaging/

networking website). The response to the ad instructed me to 

visit a provided link http://tinyurl.com/6a3foc and respond

with a review. So, here it is!

First, the link provided is nothing more or less than my fa-

miliar friend www.date.com! Knowing that I didn't remember my

user name or password, I followed the clearly listed instruct-

tions provided on a very user friendly platform to retrieve both.

Lo and behold, what pops up on the new screen? Why, it's another

of my active cyber friends, www.matchmaker.com. If my memory 

serves me well, www.matchmaker.com was initially a project begun

by some college students at Carnegie-Mellon University in Pittsburgh.

The same website in which during 2001-2002, I met probably over a

dozen or so gals (none of which worked out), mostly in Indianapolis.

I know the cyber dating world very well. Which is why I really shy away 

from it.

The links provided to the website are very easy to wade (or click) through.

The tool bar up at the top of the screen provide clear content. 

Nothing too straining on the G2 portion of the cereberal cortex.

I did have to chuckle that I had 15 "messages" in my mailbox. ALL

were these "Interest Notifications" (not messages). I have learned two 

things about these "Interest Notifications". The first, is that the 

women who send them to me (or in the case of one person, a man) are just 

as vain, cheap and broke as I am. The second, is that the website software

program must routinely generates them becuase my default settings allow for my

regular email account to notify me of a potential interest. And trust me, the

electronic system works. 

To the first, let me say that I can understand how someone as vain, cheap 

and broke as I am surely will automatically assume that there is some dream

boat Annie or Andy out there residing behind a posted profile and/or photo 

that may/may not be who the timeprovider (which is what most clients/members

truly are) portends to be. Of course, if I see a "hottie" listed, I just assume

that she will see in me that I am a worthwhile catch...even though I am too poor

to pay a monthly fee to initiate legitimate contact with an intorductory message!

I am sure the reverse is in order for women who just automatically assume the same 

response will be elicited by men.

To the second, even when I have paid my monthly fee, responded to these "Interest 

Notifications", I usually get immediately rebffed with a "who are you and why are

you contacting me" response! So, I know the website creators are just doing their 

chores trying to bait and switch most (if not all) traffic which stay on www.date.com.

Oh, wait, was it. www.matchmaker.com? 

In any event, most of the people that frequent these websites are exactly like me, "scary".

Not in the Freddie Kruger, Jason kind of way. Just scary that we have come to a point where

we rely on a piece of technology, a computer screen and the fingertipped imputations on a

keyboard in order to curry favor with a potential mate and try to enjoy the fruits of what

use to be a wonderful activity of dating and courtship. 

So, in conclusion, the websites returned to and reviewed are surely moneymakers. Preying on 

the lonely and ignorant. Or in my case, the vain, cheap and broke.

Recently, I was told by prominent talent agency that my being a white guy, who speaks only English for a language was not what the auto industry was looking for in its selection of model talent for its upcoming auto show tour. They are now looking for ethnicities other than my own (which is code speech for blacks!), who speak Spanish, Chinese, Japanese, etc.. So, besides being insulted by the agency, I have two ways in which to make myself more marketable for NEXT years tour should I choose to particpate with it. I can either sit around and belly ache about how discriminated, disrespected and dishonored I have been with this REALITY. Or, I can get off of my duff, know that I am still an American living in America and I can learn to become fluent in one or more of these langauages in order to participate. That's just how it is in my world right now. I do not control the deck of cards that are dealt to me in life. But, I sure do have a great say in how I play them. Too often, particualrly with media complicity, liberal activism on college campuses and the community race haters in the black and "illegal" hispanic community cry "foul" that stuff gets stacked in front of them that is discriminatory and unfair. The vast majority of this complaint is a load of bunk. Life has rules. You play by them or you get penalized for not doing so. To me, it totally sucks that I have to learn an extra langauage in order to become a more marketable product. To me, I am lowering my standards in order to accomodate someone elses. But, you know what, that's just how it is. And, until I am in charge, I'm just going to have to shut up complaining about how rotten life is and get on with it. In order to compete, I (like everyone else) have to compete! If one way doesn't work, another must be tried. But, assigning blame to another or for a situation that wrinkles my Reeboks sweatsuit for my lott in life is just a waste of lowercase space. Does anyone out there happen toknow a decent Spanish, Chinese or Japanese instructor?