"Deep Breath" Review

 Last night's episode of Doctor Who began a new era for the long running and highly popular program. We have a new Doctor in Peter Capaldi and the show now has an overall grittier tone. "Deep Breath" features the return of the clockwork droids who are far creepier than they were in Tenannt's era. While they pose a very unsettling threat the story is driven largely by Clara's feelings regarding the Doctor's regeneration as well as the Doctor's difficulty settling into his new form.

 Capaldi's Doctor is just as eccentric as Smith's but in a very different way. He is someone reminiscent of Tom Baker and Chris Eccleston's Doctors. He's also clearly got a bit of Hartnell's portrayal in him. This is not to say he does not to say Capaldi doesn't bring anything of his own to the character. To the contrary we see a new sort of humor and a somewhat threatening distant side to the Doctor. It also should be noted that the Doctor is now a cross Scotsman.

   While I am still in mourning for Matt Smith's Doctor I eagerly look forward to the next installment in Capaldi's run and hope you do as well. I will be touching on some of the more spoilery aspects of "Deep Breath" in future posts.


Take a Deep Breath

Tomorrow the first episode of the Capaldi Doctor's era will be shown on TV screens across the world. With Matt Smith now gone we as a fandom must look forward to the future without forgetting the past. I should have a review for the new episode up within the next few. Until then remember not to blink.


Sir Ian Mckellan as Sherlock Holmes

Ever heard of Ian Mckellan? I sure hadn't until I received a text message today informing me of just who he was. He's going to be in an all new Sherlock Holmes movie but it won't be what everyone expects it to be. In the new film Sir Ian Mckellan will play an elderly Sherlock Holmes that has long since retired and plans to stay that way until he starts thinking about a case that has went unsolved for 50 years. He attempts to try and solve the case. Not much else is known about the movie but it is set to be released sometime next year.


Doctor Who Season 8 Trailer

The upcoming season 8 of the revived Doctor Who series has recently gotten it's first proper trailer. It appears the Doctor will be facing daleks and dinosaurs as well as a variety of different alien species. The Doctor may be trying to come to terms with past mistakes. 


Twisted Metal Love


She was in the dark. She was always in the dark. My tools had plucked out her eyes long ago. She was a toy and she no longer amused me.  The day she came out of her box she was all clean and perfect and mine. I was lonely. I was angry. She was my last hope at a normal life.

  When I was formed civilized people had abandoned traditional breeding and made ourselves sterile. Our young were forged in the mechanisms of machines.  Each generation it seemed was less in touch with the ways of love. Still our physical needs and the desire for someone to care about us carried on and so we made the plastic people.

 They talked with us, they did other sorts of things with us and they cared for us when no one else did which was all the time for everyone. Of course looking back none of it was real. But I had grown up a zero in a world of cruel ones and now I was a one and things didn't feel much better so one day I made a call to the shop and had a delivery made to my home.

  The box was there when I arrived home from working at the factory in the early evening. The love I felt for her was instant and she mirrored my attitude. Her name was Susan. She was a beautiful piece of work. Our happiness lasted a year and three days according to her internal clock which did occasionally tick. Then we watched that old film and everything changed.  It was about a primitive family who cooked food, sang songs and made babies. This was all part of the idiotic old way. For some reason Susan couldn't keep her unblinking eyes off the little fat things called babies.

  Susan pestered me day in and day out about buying her a baby. I tried to explain that I could not but she would scream and cry without tears. I spent my days working with my hands in the factory and when I would get home I often found myself regretting leaving work. Susan became extremely disobedient.  I became so angry every night I went without sleep because of her whining. She ceased to serve many of her purposes and refused to acknowledge me as her husband and master.

  The robotics company wouldn't fix her. The shop wouldn't take her back. I was stuck with a defective woman. I had once been the envy of all the idiots and bastards I knew. Now I had been made to look like a fool. I was completely powerless. A man is control and I was without it.

  I started shooting up at the pub. I started staying out all night. I would pass out feeling sick as a dying dog in the desert.  When people would try to wake me I would swear and spit and make a scene until I was thrown out. One night as I sat in the darkness of the pub waiting for death in such a still manner that to an outside observer it may have appeared to have already arrived I felt something bump my shoulder.

  Tube smoke entered my nostrils and I slowly turned my stiff body to a thin ratty man smoking a tube and rubbing sticky gel in his thick dirty hair. He had a face any mother would slap  and he was a smoker. I had always hated smokers.  It seemed he had bumped into me completely by accident.  The reasonable thing to do would have been to just let it go.                                                                  

   I wasn't feeling very reasonable. I laid my right fist into his cheek and my left into his ribs. Part of me wanted to knife him but that wouldn't have made him respect me. That would have made him dead and I didn't want a ticket.  He hit the floor.

 I laughed and just as the losers around me began to take notice of my success I lost my footing and fell flat on my back in a puddle of cold vomit.   I pulled myself up and then I stumbled. The man rose to his feet. If this was a film I might have produced a well polished sword from nowhere and with one swift motion severed his head from his shoulders.  Instead I paused a moment trying to fuse together a few thoughts in my shaky brain. I searched my pockets to find my knife was not on me. The degenerate moron took advantage of my momentary weakness. He shattered his smoking tube against my head and sent spit flying into my eyes.

I couldn't see. I felt the first kick in my gut and the second in my bad knee. I squinted as bright and colorful flashing lights on the ceiling became visible to me. I looked around and then I saw the doorway. I crawled on my hands and knees through the small ocean of garbage and human waste on the cold floor. The other man laughed. I moved more quickly afraid he might not be finished with me. I stumbled out the doorway. Hobos and businessmen were huddled in a circle watching an emaciated  tabby cat being overpowered by dozens of large black rats. 

  My muscles ached and the wind chilled me to the bone. I was alone in the world. I didn't matter to Susan and I barely mattered to myself. This was all her fault. Why couldn't she just behave? I walked home. I listened to the silence of the city streets. Beyond those streets I could hear people cussing each other out, lies being told, gunshots and all the usual sounds of the night. 

  Why was I here? Why was I anywhere? I had always heard there was no place like home. I had never felt at home anywhere so I didn't really know. This world was completely fair. It killed everyone. What happened before that was what hurt.

  Susan was the one thing I thought could help me and all she was doing was making everything worse.  I got home as the morning light set upon my house.  As I entered through the door Susan ran to greet me. She had decided to straighten up her act. It was far too late. I pushed her to the floor. Now that damn crying was back. She looked up at me through those soulless eyes with such shock. I pushed past her. I didn't need to go through anymore stupid problems with that machine.

  I needed sleep. I was alive. I mattered. I went to bed alone. I dreamt of darkness and calm. When I woke up it was well into the afternoon. Images of the last day flooded into the horribly polluted fish bowl which was my mind. When I got up I found Susan on the floor where I left her.  She had the stillness of death save for a few small motions of her face.

  I took Susan's hand and pulled her to her feet. Her expression had a dead look to it. Her arms hung limp. "I'm sorry I had to do that." I whispered into her ear. "Just behave from now and you'll be fine." She slowly opened her mouth and released the words "Yes sir." At that moment I thought that maybe we could have a happy future together. I only wish I hadn't been so wrong.

 For a little while things were like they had been before. Susan did as she was told and I was truly happy in my life.  On Wednesdays people at the factory would take their lunch breaks together and go down to the park to watch druggies overdose. The game was we would bet on who overdosed first because someone almost always did. The winner got the money and whatever they wanted off the body.

  On one particular Wednesday I was standing in the shadows watching a young ginger man stick a needle in his arm and just praying he would die. A coworker named Jeremy tapped me on the shoulder. "What?" I whispered feeling slightly annoyed. Jeremy spoke like he thought, very slowly and often incorrectly. "Ain't that yah girl over there?" he said loudly.  He was pointing beyond the druggies and far into grass which was strewn with litter. I could see Susan standing there clutching something in her arms. 

  The ginger man's heart stopped. So did mine but for me it was a bit more temporary. I stepped out of the shadows and into the light of truth. I moved closer to the body. I took out his cheap plastic wallet. It was empty save for a few small food and film cards. I pocketed them and approached Susan. I didn't enjoy scavenging off the ginger man as much as I had wanted to. I usually took so much pleasure in taking what was mine but this was different. Susan wasn't supposed to be in the real world. She was supposed to be at home and in the picture I carried of her but nowhere else.

   Now she was out amongst regular people who existed for themselves and not for me.  This was all deeply wrong. This could not possibly serve me. When I got close enough to get a good look I saw that she was wearing a yellow sundress which I had not given her permission to wear on that day and holding a baby doll which was a thing which was not a baby but looked liked one for some reason.

  When she saw me she went still and fear entered her eyes. She could see her lie had been discovered. She knew she had done wrong. I ran towards her in a rage. I couldn't stand her just standing there looking at me like this was all my fault. I slapped her face and yanked a clump of her long beautiful hair out of her.  She never bled but she could feel pain and I could see just how much she was hurting and while a tiny part of me felt regret a much larger part of me wanted her to feel more.

 Susan dropped the doll. Her face wrinkled and she made a sound like tires screeching. I walked her home and locked her in the basement. Then I returned to work where I did my job and laughed and joked around with people as I usually did. After work I decided to hang out with a few of the guys who I knew were known for having the kind of fun some people turned their noses up at. We shot up and drank for awhile behind the factory and then we were going to check out a club or a brothel or a church which doubled as the home of more than a few secretive businesses when a cop happened to approach us. The law as I had always seen it meant that everything was fine if you didn't get caught.

Neither I nor any of the other men I was with felt particularly keen about spending the night in a jail cell. We all surrounded him and the poor old pig dropped his gun on the ground like he didn't know what he was carrying it for. We beat him and I cut the side of his face a little bit with my knife.

He passed out after about ten minutes of bleeding and being a little bitch. It was fun while it lasted.  I took a taser off his body and wiped some of his blood off my knife and onto the inside of my jacket. A middle aged balding man who I didn't really know very well and who had a few too many cuts, bruises and scars on him to be from accidents took the gun and I didn't argue.

I didn't really feel like going out after this and the day I had already been having. We left the unconscious officer in the street and headed our separate ways for the evening. I went home. When I got there Susan was still screaming in the basement. As soon as I heard her I knew I wasn't finished having fun that night. 

  I slowly descended the stairs to the basement. After about an hour when I was satisfied with what I had done I walked back up with a smile on my face and the taser and the knife warm in my hands. I locked the door behind me. She was still down there waiting for the next night and the one after that and so many nights ahead.

 We danced that gorgeous dance so many times. She did the screaming. I did the cutting. To me we were the definition of the perfect couple. Of course she did begin to wear away. So did I. I got slower, shrank and wrinkled up like a raisin. She stopped resembling a woman at all and started looking like the simple toy she was. She hated me so much and for that I hated her and for that she hated me and so on. One night I woke from a nightmare about maggots in a locked box and upon looking in the mirror at the weak, old, lonely thing I was found myself in a rage. I headed toward the basement and as I took that first step on those old familiar stairs my foot gave out beneath me. I tumbled through the air. My body shook from coldness and fear.

I hit the dusty ground with a thump. Pain shot through my body. I couldn't get up. The door had shut behind me. There was no light of any sort. At first I wept at the thought of dying alone. Then I remembered that I was not alone and I was more afraid than I had ever been before.

I felt metal grasp my skin and sharp wires insert themselves into my eyeballs. Cold metal hugged my body. I felt my bones begin to break one by one. My teeth began popping out. The anger I felt subsided. A machine had brought me into this awful world and a machine was taking me out. Whatever kind of victory Susan saw this as she was wrong. This was my victory. As my skin tore and my skull cracked I realized that the world didn't ever really deserve me. As I took my last breath cradled by my "loving" wife I was not afraid. I smiled and then I stopped. My whole world stopped and that didn't matter at all. This was the end to our twisted metal love and it was perfect.

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A Short History of Pipe Smoking

The History of Pipe Smoking and Some Extra Stuff

   My first real pipe was a corncob pipe. It had a filter that had to be replaced every once in awhile, but I didn't like smoking out of it so I didn't need to replace it. I remember the tobacco that I smoked in it, one of my favorites, Borkum Riff. It was the cherry kind. It reminded me of cherry pie on a hot summer day. I gave up on pipe smoking for awhile because the corncob pipe burnt my tongue and left me feeling nauseous. Then I went on vacation and found this wonderful tobacco shop The Gatlinburlier. The guy sitting behind the counter who happened to be the manager talked with a deep charming voice. He just happened to know five languages, Arabic, Spanish, Greek, and I don't remember the others. We talked for a long while until I decided to buy a pipe. It was a Roma manufactured by Savinelli Pipe company. He showed me how to light the tobacco, pack it, relight it, and stir the tobacco once I was finished and shake the pipe so that it left a cloudy coating of tobacco along the bowl. We talked everything from religion to stress issues. I would later find out that he was a priest in the Orthodox Church. He is one of the most intelligent human beings I have ever met.
   So that's the history behind my pipe smoking, now let's get to the history of the original pipe smoking. Most of it all started with the Native Americans. They would smoke during their different religious ceremonies and pass the peace pipe around. It was a long wooden work of art that no doubt made you want to fall over after you took a draw off of it. Not long after the Native Americans discovered tobacco, the Europeans took a liking to it and began smoking pipes. Smoking out of a pipe happens to be the oldest form of smoking, though smoking has been around since the cave man. Now of course they didn't have the shape of the smoking pipes that we have today, that didn't happen until about the 1500's, though some corncob pipes were used. Different kinds of wood were used to smoke out of though Briar wood is what most pipes today are made out of. Why? Because Briar is a great thick wood for smoking out of. It prevents the bowl from cracking if it is treated just right where is other kinds of wood would not be as durable and would not last as long. As long as you don't buy a Dr. Grabow from your local drug store you should be fine. Instead go to a good tobacco shop and purchase a pipe, LaFontaines in Huntington WV is a good one. Meerschaum became and still is a very popular method of pipe making. You can carve all different kinds of things out of Meerschaum, the only downside to it is that you have to hold the pipe from the stem while you are smoking so as not to tarnish the bowl with the oils from your fingers. Pipe stems used to be made of wood but now they are usually made out of a very thick and hard plastic. When the 20th century rolled around, people began to use the pipe for things that they shouldn't be used for, like psychoactive drugs. Crack Cocaine is sometimes smoked out of pipes though only a complete idiot would do such a thing. So pipe smoking has been around forever folks. The first pipes were as simple as a piece of wood with a hole in both ends.
   I know you're wondering about the health effects of pipe smoking so let's address that. Most pipe smokers do not inhale the smoke (I don't) though there are some that do. You can find all natural pipe tobacco that contains no added chemicals unlike a single cigarette that contains up to 4,000 chemicals, not so with pipe tobacco. Some years back the surgeon general released a public notice that went exactly like this: “Death rates for current pipe smokers are little if at all higher than for nonsmokers even with men smoking 10 pipefuls per day and with men who had smoked pipes for more than thirty years.” Surgeon Generals Report Public Health Service, publication No. 1103, Page 112. Why on earth would the death rates be lower? Because, as said earlier, most pipe smokers do not inhale and pipe tobacco doesn't contain all the chemicals that cigarettes contain. It's way better for you. If you smoke cigarettes I would suggest you switch to a pipe you will thank me later. It's not near as bad for you as those disgusting cigarettes. I think one of the strongest arguments in favor of pipe smoking is that Albert Einstein himself smoked a pipe.
   Now let's talk a little bit about how to smoke a pipe. First you're going to want some good quality tobacco. I recommend starting with some Borkum Riff. You can get it in several different flavors from Cherry Cavendish (my favorite kind of pipe tobacco) to whiskey. You're going to want to take some tobacco (little pieces) and put them at the bottom of the bowl. Keep putting little pieces of tobacco in the bowl until you get about a third of the way to the top, then start taking big pinches of tobacco and pinching them into the pipe. You don't want to put big pinches full starting out packing the pipe because you won't get enough air to keep the pipe going. Once you are done feeling the pipe strike a match (avoid butane lighters at all costs because they can ruin a pipe). Let the match burn a little while to get that sulfur off of there. When it's done take the match and move the match around the tobacco until all of it is lit. Draw smoke into your mouth (don't inhale it into your lungs) and taste the tobacco and then release the smoke into earths wonderful polluted atmosphere. The pipe will eventually go out so you'll want to tamp the tobacco down with a tamper tool which you can pick up at any tobacco shop. The tools are made in the Czech Republic. Tamp the tobacco down with the tool and relight the tobacco. Savor the tobacco and keep relighting it as often as necessary. When you're done you will want to take the rod part of the tool and stir the tobacco around. After that take your index finger and middle finger and shake the pipe up and down. You will notice a gray coating around the bowl of the pipe. This provides for a cooler smoke. After you're done with that shake the ashes out of your pipe and let it rest awhile. 

My favorite picture of Albert Einstein. 


Top 10 Serial Killers

1. Jeffrey Dahmer: Taking our number one spot from our bleeding dead corpses is Jeffery Dahmer, he was notorious for killing, dismembering, and raping men and boys. (Not in that particular order, but the raping usually came post mortem) He has killed a total of 17 people over the course of 13 years before ultimately being caught and beaten to death in prison by his cellmate.

  Dishonorable mentions:

 Gilles de Rais: He was a military ally of Joan of Arc. He is an  incredibly important figure in French history. After retiring from military service he was tried and put to death for torturing, raping and killing hundreds of children. There is some question of his guilt.

Mary Bell: She is the youngest recorded killer and helped criminal investigators redefine their understanding of killer's minds. She is only known to have taken part in two murders.

Ed Gien: Gien was a brutal killer who suffered deep emotional scars from his mother. He has helped to inspire many fictional characters, including Buffalo Bill,  Leatherface and Norman Bates. He was only convicted of killing two women. He may also have been responsible for the death of his brother.

2. The Zodiac Killer: The Zodiac Killer's name comes from a series of letters intended to taunt investigators. They committed a number of murders beginning in 1978 and ending in 1991. Despite their large number of victims, this killer has somehow managed to avoid capture and is likely either dead or imprisoned for some other crime.

3. Ted Bundy: Ted was a popular and seemingly well adjusted young man who spent his free time abducting, raping and killing young women. He often would use the bodies of his victims for his own sexual pleasure. Before his capture he was generally well liked and highly regarded.

4. Magdalena Solis: She was part of an elaborate scheme involving Inca gods and goddesses. She had several victims sacrificed in her name but not before torturing them by means of mutilation and burning. She also drank the victim's blood and ate pieces of them, she is on this list because unlike most female killers she had a very obvious sexual motivation.

5. Jack the Ripper: Not much can be said about Jack that isn't already known he used his surgical prowess for acts of a horrible nature. He preyed on prostitutes in the White Chappel area of London and was most famous for taking organs from some of his victims. It should be mentioned that Jack the ripper was a title given to this killer by a fake letter written in order to create publicity around the case.

6. John Wayne Gacy: Gacy was a pedophile and serial killer. He asphyxiated all of his victims other than his first whom he stabbed to death. He did charitable work as Pogo the Clown.

7. Albert Fish: Albert Fish was a rapist and killer who had an obsession with the practice of cannibalism. He primarily targeted children, but also murdered multiple black and disabled people.

8 Edmund Kemper: Kemper began killing at the age of 15 by fatally shooting both his grandmother and grandfather. He later murdered multiple women as well as his mother and her young friend. On multiple occasions he engaged in sexual acts with his victims post mortem. Perhaps most notably, he did so with his mother prior to using her head as a dart board.

9. Ottis Toole: Toole was a mildly mentally retarded killer involved with a cult know as "The Hands of Death." He in 1981 he killed and decapitated six year old, Adam Walsh. He also killed multiple others using both a gun and arson as a means of murder.

10. Richard Ramirez, "The Night Stalker": Richard Ramirez was a well known serial killer, rapist, and burglar. He broke into people's houses and shot them because of this he earned the nickname "Night Stalker" in the greater Los Angeles area.

          The list was compiled by Rafael Coplin and Matthew J. Gleason.


Looking For Alaska News

It has been announced that the Dawn of the Dead director Sarah Polley will be taking on an adaption of John Green's fist book looking for Alaska. Green has professed his excitement at this news and stated that Polley has interesting ideas to take to the story via his twitter. Looking for Alaska is a very important book to me and it will take a lot for a moving to touch me in the same way the book did."Where did it touch me?" you ask. It touch me in the feels. It molested my feels and I am grateful for the experience.

Hopefully this develops into a fantastic movie which we can all weep at for years to come. I will be sure to post any casting news as it is revealed. If you have not read the book yet please do so. John Green is an extremely talented writer who will torture you beautifully with his words. Thanks for reading. Please try to avoid sudden death. Or don't. It's really none of my business.



X-Men Review Part 4 First Class

X-Men First Class is a prequel to the popular X-Men series of films. It features many major characters in their youth (or at least younger than typically depicted) and is set in a world which could easily develop into the politically divided and complex world which these characters will come to inhabit in the future. We get to see a Professor X and Mystique befriend each other as children and watch their relationship grow. Professor X displays some hormonal and fittingly youthful behavior as a young man while Mystique struggles with how she fits into the world around her.

Magneto's story is arguably one of the most interesting aspects of the film. He goes from a young boy in a Nazi camp to a man poisoned by anger. He has arguably noble goals but is prone to making sudden decision without regard for how they might play out. This has dire consequences.

Kevin Bacon is brilliant as Sebastian Shaw. Shaw is the former Nazi and mutant who spent years torturing a young Magneto. He wants to wipe genetically typical humans off the face of the Earth and he will happily harm his fellow mutants in order to do so.

Overall the story is strong (perhaps a little less so than the other movies) and the characters are interesting. Wolverine's brief cameo is in my opinion one of the best parts of the movie. It has a lot of interesting contributions to the film canon and is well worth a watch. For the love of God avoid sudden death!!!


Is The Doctor a Good Man?

A new trailer has been released for the  return of Doctor Who in August. It features Peter Capaldi's Doctor asking if he is a good man and Clara stating that she doesn't know who the Doctor is anymore. As trailers go it's not particularly comforting. However the trailer does pose a good question. Is the Doctor a good man?

He has been responsible for so much destruction and is scarred by his past. It wouldn't be particularly shocking for someone to find it hard to adjust to starting a new life with all that darkness hanging behind him. The Doctor is a great man but he is not perfect and he has lived a long time. He can't help but questioning what he truly is. I for one am excited about the upcoming season and very interested in how the new Doctor/companion dynamic will be. My friend Andrew Mackay and I will review each episode as it comes out. Try to avoid sudden death.


The Heterosexual Agenda

Their is a group which has been invading our neighborhoods, schools and churches for some time now. They frequently voice their opinions without being asked and want to force their disgusting lifestyle on us.  They are working to corrupt our children and the society in which we live. These filthy people are known as heterosexuals. The heterosexual (also known as straight) community is a rapidly growing threat on the moral way of life. While television programs and films may portray the straights as harmless, intelligent and even compassionate people I feel that it is my duty to expose that as a lie.                                                                                                                                        
   They are hateful and bigoted people who hold strong beliefs with no regard for logic. They are not only unpleasant. They are also extremely dangerous, they are rapidly reproducing with no concern for how the Earth will support the human population . They use up our limited resources and pollute our environment. Not to mention that more than half of all STDS result from heterosexual intercourse. Frankly I do not understand why some choose to tolerate these illogical, immoral and stupid people. I sincerely hope you allow yourself to see things as clearly as I do. If at all possible avoid sudden death. Bye.

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X-Men Review Part 3 The Last Stand

                                                                                                                                                                           X-Men The Last Stand  is the third film in the X-Men series. This movies sees conflict which had been building in the first two installments finally coming to a head. Jean Grey seemingly having made the ultimate sacrifice at the end of the second moving places all our heroes in a state of mourning. Cyclops displays the strongest signs of emotional pain. He lashes out against Wolverine and doesn't seem to be thinking clearly.                                              
                                                                                                                                                                             When  Jean returns Cyclops is briefly happy and then things take a turn for the worst. Jean isn't herself. She may never be the same again. Meanwhile a gigantic change is taking place in the world at large. The US government has announced a major development. They have the ability to "cure" people of their mutations. While some mutants see this as a blessing others are extremely offended by the idea. Magneto is particularly fearful of the proposed mutant cure. Soon violence begins breaking out amongst mutants. When the US government begins manufacturing cure guns some mutants feel they have no choice but to fight.                                                                                                                                This  film asks some big questions about what really makes us who we are and how are fear can blind us from the wrong we do. It is just as emotionally powerful as the two movies prior to it and it concludes the primary linear story of the X-Men film canon. I have only two complaints worth noting. The first is that Rogue could have used a slightly larger amount of focus. This is not a major issue as her story is well told. The second is that while the character of Wing is interesting the film could have made better use of him. For the majority of the film he did not serve much of a purpose. Of course he did help impact a major decision. I just think he should have done more.                             Overall X-Men The Last Stand is a fantastic addition to the series. I encourage you to check it out for yourself. Feel free to give your own opinions on the X-Men franchise in the comments. Please try to avoid sudden death. Goodbye.

The History of The Gay Rights Movement

  As I sit at my computer right now there are probably all kinds of gay rights protests going on. I am a libertarian so this is fine by me. Before we get into this let me just say that gay, bisexual, lesbian, and transgender persons should have the same rights as us straight people to marry. There is no reason under the stars why they shouldn't. This isn't the 1940's (thank God), it's 2014. Also, if you're a bigot please don't read this post. I'm all for freedom of speech so email me if you have a problem with anything written here and I will try to reason with you about why this post is correct.

  The common goal of The Gay Rights Movement is for social equality for individuals who identify as gay. The movement seeks to create new laws that allow for gay marriage which I think is a damn good thing. Let me just say that The Gay Rights Movement wants nothing to do with "heterosexual conversion therapy" as I like to call it. Individuals are born gay, Science proves it. I don't care if some nut out on the street holding up a cardboard sign saying "learn or burn" has to say, so if you're that type of person email me, don't spam the comments section.

  Everything else aside, it's time to talk about the history of The Gay Rights Movement. Back in 18th century Europe being gay was not cool folks. If you were caught having sexual relations with a person of the same sex you could be put in jail. As silly as it sounds it's true. However, Jeremy Bentham was a courageous voice that said no more criminal punishment for gay people. Not long after this, Ancient and Modern Pederasty Investigated and Exemplify'd was published. It was written by Thomas Cannon in favor of Homosexual law reform. During the 1870's more and more people began to speak out in favor of homosexuality. Karl Heinrich Ulrichs was one of these wonderful people who were brave enough to let their voice shine bright.

  Let's fast forward a bit to the 19th century. During the 19th century a magazine called The Girlfriend was published which just so happened to be aimed towards women who identified themselves as lesbian. After World War II The Gay Rights Movement flourished. The groups that arose couldn't understand why people were so judgmental and couldn't see why people couldn't understand that gay couples did indeed love each other. In 1962 a Gay Rights parade was performed in front of Philadelphia Hall. During this time period many famous people were published in magazines and labeled as gay which might have made it a little bit more socially acceptable in societies eyes. During the 1970's and 1980's those in favor of gay rights emphasized that gay individuals were just like straight individuals except for their sexual practices. In other words, they were still men and women. In 1973 Walter Cronkite, a famous journalist during that time did a broadcast on homosexuality. This changed how we view homosexuality.

 Unfortunately, during the 1980's and all the way up to 2000 there was a huge AIDS dilemma, but that did not silence gay rights activists at all. People started many LGBT groups in high schools in the 90's which helped the LGBT movement a great deal. Today LGBT individuals are more accepted, but we still have a long way to go. In my opinion, the LGBT movement will turn into something like the civil rights movement and the government will have no choice but to comply with their wishes which is a good thing. Many people object to LGBT's because of their religious and political beliefs. Obviously I don't object to it because I am writing this post. If the public school system would do more to educate their students about LGBT rights we wouldn't have this much of a problem in society. In other words, most people are either uneducated about the topic or they were raised to believe that it is wrong to be gay.We are drawing to a close but before we go let's look at the science behind LGBT. In 2004 scientists found a gay sheep. They tested the sheep and found that the brain was engineered differently than sheep who were straight. So homosexuality isn't just found in humans it is found in many other animals as well. Scientists have proven that being gay is genetic it isn't a choice. Think about this for a minute who in their right mind who choose a lifestyle where you're bullied? No one in their right mind would. Homosexuality is genetic. If you are bigoted against gays there is a chance that you too might be gay it's okay to be gay!