Homeless and drunk; starving but high: My real life encounter with a real life zombie!

    Yesterday I was in a Panda Express, enjoying some shrimp and rice. A disheveled looking man, maybe 50 something years old came stumbling through the door. I noticed he wasn't quite right, but  there are strange sorts of people. He walked around, casually eyeballing the customers, most of whom didn't pay him much mind, absorbed in their own lives. After a lap or two, he started asking if we could give him money. Now, he was very difficult to understand, and obviously under the influence, barely able to stand. I thought about buying him a meal until he started yelling obscenities at a short Asian man who appeared to be the manager of the establishment for not giving him free food. He was getting a little over aggressive and demanded to use the manager's phone. He said it was against policy and walked away, I presumed he was going to call the sheriff's office.
    Our unfortunate friend began incoherently mumbling and shouting intermittently at patrons, saying nobody cared if he was hungry. Well, after the display he was putting on, I sure didn't. Luckily, he never tried to take anybody's food, like the elderly couple who looked extremely nervous. I pondered, why would anybody make such a fool of themselves? What could possibly be the benefit of this display? Obviously he wasn't going to get anywhere with the management except kicked out, and we, the patrons were not going to help him out now. One of the customers began talking to him in a stern voice, telling him to leave. I thought for sure this was going to provoke further aggression, but he appeared to become skittish and nervous. Pointing at the door, the man reiterated his order, and our friend began stumbling about trying to exit via the glass panel right next to the door. Finally, he figured out which one the door was and turned back with a look of despair, mumbling about how it wasn't fair.

    Not fair, he said. Well, that guy somehow got booze, meth or crack cocaine. Something tells me the drug dealers aren't giving that stuff out for free. Looks like this dude had some priorities, and eating wasn't it. He could have got a 20 pound bag of rice and a beef bullion cube at Walmart for 11 dollars (probably about as much or less than he blew on booze/drugs) that very day, made a campfire with a borrowed match and sagebrush, and boiled rice in a hubcap! Instead he decided to feel like we were picking on him because we didn't reward his poor behavior. Hope he found some sucker nicer than me to give him a meal.

Grand opening!

I've finally graduated from the myspace only blogging, and started one of my own official blogs. I'll include a little bit of background and the purposes behind starting this page.

I've always been a freedom-loving type, and I've always admired the founders of this great nation and their inspired Constitution, Declaration of Independence and their quotes. Particularly because my public education left gaping holes when it came to their true mindsets, philosophy and natural law. However, I've made it a goal to fill it in.

During my studies, I've heard much, You may not believe or understand everything that I will post, but look at it from an unbiased position with an open mind and if you find the true facts to contradict me, I'd be glad to see it. I do my best to investigate whatever I come across, but you must realize that a lot of these ideas may be taboo or even repressed, making concrete evidence difficult to find at least, and most possibly intentionally obscured, overlooked or downright lied about.

I'm not going to start off easy, but I will do what I can to post from a logical standpoint and include links and explanations wherever possible.

I hope you find my content interesting!
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USPatriot556