"The pen is mightier than the sword".  Bullcrap.. tell it to the guy that had to face the sword.

Way back in the day, church bells used to be... well... bells.  Now, at 6pm and 6am all I hear in this God forsaken town are fake PA amp sounding church bells.. often times they play a whole tune.  Sounding fake and pathetic.. just like the rest of the mamby pansy modern age of quick and easy.  There is one Church that still uses a real bell.  And I really like hearing it ring.  I can picture the world a hundred and fifty years ago, heathens with guns strapped to their sides, shots of whiskey in their hands, and the sound of the bell..

I live in a small town.  But every single nice day the pleasant quiet you'd expect to hear is buried in the incessant droning of lawnmowers.  It's seems there's always somebody within earshot cutting their grass.  What is with this grass cutting obsession anyways?  Most of these people are NEVER out in their yards anyways.  The only time they go out is to cut the grass.  Why not just plant some trees and let the grass go wild?