Having sex, smoking, drinking, and shooting things. All of which can be done at the same point in time and all of which are interchangeable.
Well, that and the things I put in my main profile.
I'd like to meet:
The Goatse man, Ryan Stile, and Tub Girl.
On a serious note, all of my idols are dead. Teddy, Ayn Rand, Barry Goldwarer, and all of the other great libertarians are dead, and I don't give a rat's ass about most celebrities. However, the living people I'd like to meet are pretty much unknowns to the average MySpace drivel, so it's useless to list them here.
"If you favor federal intervention at home, you're a liberal. If you favor federal intervention abroad, you're a conservative. If you favor both, you're a moderate. If you favor neither, you're an extremist."
-Joseph Sobran
Music:
The 4-Skins
Adolescents
the Angelic Upstarts
Authority Zero
Bad Religion
Black Flag
the Business
Buzzcocks
Cheap Sex
Cockney Rejects
Cocksparrer
DRI
The Damned
Danzig
Dead Kennedys
Dropkick Murphy's
Flogging Molly
the Germs
Guttermouth
Iggy Pop
Leftover Crack
Lower Class Brats
Mclusky
MDC
Mindless Self Indulgence
Misfits
NOFX
Pennywise
Reagan Youth
Sex Pistols
Skrewdriver
Stars and Stripes
TSOL
UK Subs
Violent Femmes
White Law
X
By the way: no, I'm not racist, I just like Oi! more then most of the other punk sub-genres.
Movies:
V for Vendetta, Thank You For Smoking, Mr Conservative: Goldwater on Goldwater, and Lucky Number Slevin.
Television:
Most of what I watch is the History Channel, Adult Swim, and Fox News.
Books:
Friedrich Nietzsche, Ernest Hemingway, Voltaire, Ayn Rand, George Orwell, basically, good literature and philosophy, usually of the dystopian sort.
Heroes:
Ayn Rand, Barry Goldwater, Thomas Paine, Friedrich Nietzsche, our founding fathers, and anyone else who has publicly voiced their support for keeping the government out of our personal lives and private industries.
"God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it? This prodigious event is still on its way, still wandering; it has not yet reached the ears of men. Lightning and thunder require time, the light of the stars requires time, deeds, though done, still require time to be seen and heard. This deed is still more distant from them than the most distant stars—and yet they have done it themselves." Friedrich Nietzsche, Die fröhliche Wissenschaft
