I’ve been trying to decide what to write about for my next post since my riveting poetry session, but it’s been difficult.  There are many things I want to discuss, but I’m not sure what I should bring to the table at this point in time.  Things that I’ve been throwing around in my mind: the necessity of maintain various levels of sovereignty, the implantable microchip (yep, not leaving that one out!), 9/11, the visionary potential of the general public, a list of specific things to do to stop the NWO (instead of a poem, hehe), etc.  In other words, things the few who actually read this are waiting with baited breath to see.

I decided to keep it simple.  It’s an observation and an inquiry…a phenomenon that continues to bewilder me.  I got this idea through an experience I had at the weight room with my lifting pals.  While one of my friends today was benching (I put up 270 lbs tonight, towel bench style!), his shirt raised up and I noticed a ball of lint lodged in his belly button.  I won’t mention his name here, but let’s just say he’s definitely gotten stronger since we’ve been lifting together due to his affinity for carrying heavy bags of sand.  Anyway, I was oddly put at ease with this, knowing that I’m not the only one who deals with this strange belly button vortex effect.  It happens to me basically everyday.  I get home from an extremely hard day working at the temp job and when I take off my shirt, I have a sizable lint ball stuck in my belly button.  It’s like a gravity tornado for shirt fuzz.  Do most guys experience this?  Is it dependent on how much hair you have on your stomach?  Nickie says she may make a sweater from my belly button lint if I start a collection of it.  Any of the five to ten of you audience members out there have any thoughts?  If I can get at least half of you to write a comment on this, I’d at least have two or three comments…What do you think?

P.S.  I’m sure I’ll get more comments on this than any of my previous posts…case in point: American Idol.  10,000 people can try out for a silly pop show in Minneapolis alone, but no one seems to think anyone has the time to get together to protest an unjust war or to impeach the President or to shut down the Federal Reserve.  I guess it’s a matter of priorities…

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  1. Good point about American Idol, the sad thing is that not only did I watch all two hours tonight, I am also commenting on your post for the first time in a couple months.

    In my defense, it’s easier to say something when the subject is light-hearted. Writing a thoughtful response to one of your posts about freedom is a lot harder than mentioning that I also experience the belly button vortex effect. The same way a war protest is apparently harder than embarrassing yourself in front of the American Idol judges.

    It’s not an excuse, it’s just the way it is.

    - Rett (Jan 16, 2007)

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