Inner strength has always been a tell tale sign of a true hero. Of course there are those who think that a hero is someone with a gun, gigantic muscles and the desire to shoot and punch anything within range. And although some of these things might be helpful in a heroic situation, i am speaking on a more profound level. And the previous description doesn't really make it much farther than the surface.

I would define a hero as someone who restores hope to a people. I would say someone children want to grow up to be, but in most cases that is usually a princess or a super spy. So no. Although princess's are really hot. And super spy's, well they're cool. but since neither are real in the way we and Hollywood portray them, they don't really help express my point.

So I would say that a true hero is someone more towards the Martin Luther King Jr. area. Or Gandhi. Not the one that lives in North Andover and hangs out with me, the skinny, peaceful one with glasses.

These people are able to stand in the face of hatred and fear and say no. They provided a voice to the silenced. They truly believed that no matter what was done to them or their people, no matter what happened, they were still victorious in their efforts. And that is what made them heroes.

Now Play some of that inspirational yet climactic montage music and read that part again. it really portrays it nicely.

This post really doesn't have a point, but it was saved in my drafts and I and against the deleting of ideas. So enjoy my trash. And as always, if you don't like it, don't read it. If I was doing this for you every post would just be a giant picture of you wearing a helmet and licking windows.

I have decided to continue writing the angry letters due to the various forms of enjoyment expressed to me from my readers. However today I am going to mix it up a bit. On the drive home from work today I was thinking about a different form of letter I have been thinking about writing. It is completely serious and I promise not to make any cynical or sarcastic comments throughout the letter. This is something i take very seriously. If you will, use your imagination and read the letter as if it were being read by a young girl. For the effect to make sense. I hope you enjoy it.

Dear Santa,

I know it isn't Christmas time yet but since I have been good all year I was thinking it would be OK for me to write to you now. I know I ask for presents every year and I know you try really hard to make them for me and all the other children with the elves. But this year I want something else. And I want you to read this letter first before everyone else's because it's a tuffy. I am really scared Santa and I know that if anyone can help me it's you.

Mommy and Daddy fight all the time and I think you should fix that first. Mommy says that if Mr. Obamma becomes president that we wont be able to live in our house anymore cuz he wants too much money from us. But daddy says that if Mr. Mccain becomes the president that he will lose his job to the 'Wet Backs'. I don't know who they are but I don't like it when daddy talks about them. Today mommy told me that daddy was going to live with Uncle Mike for a while because him and mommy had a fight and Uncle Mike was gunna make things better. I know that she wasn't telling the truth cuz she was crying, and mommy fibs when she cries.

I don't know what to do Santa. Mommy says we can't go to the park a lot cuz it's too expensive to drive. And daddy wont play with me at Uncle Mikes cuz he has to do work at home now too. He said his boss didn't have enough money for all of Daddy's work friends, so daddy is doing their work for them to save his boss some money. Santa mommy and daddy haven't been very nice to each other. they keep telling me everything will be OK, but I can hear mommy crying at night. And daddy drinks his smelly juice more than he used to. He yells at mommy over the phone a lot, and yesterday he yelled at me too. Santa I didn't want to cry when daddy yelled but i had to. So Santa what I really want for Christmas this year is this. I want you to make mommy and daddy happy again. So first you have to make daddy's job easier and give his friends their jobs back. then you have to tell Mr. Obamma that mommy and daddy cant afford to pay for his taxes. And then you need to tell Mr. Mccain that those people with wet backs that daddy doesn't like, can't have his job and Mr. Mccain needs to make them go back to their homes. And finally you have to make mommy's car not spend so much gas when we drive, or you could make the gas people ask for less money.

Santa all these people are making mommy and daddy not happy and I don't like it. So will you please help me Santa. I don't want mommy and daddy to fight anymore. Can you make all these bad things go away so my parents will love me again?

Love, Hope

Shameful

For all of you out there sitting at home ready and willing to just drop Tom Brady and move on to Matt Cassell like the sheep you are, I have something to say to you. May death come swiftly. For you are turning your backs on the next messiah. You are leaving behind your faith, your hope and your love for all that is good in this world. And trust me, when this world goes to shit and goes descends from heaven to tell us that only those faithful to the all powerful TB will be accepted, you wont be so eager to turn your backs then, will you sheep? But know this my conformist friends, Every morning our great leader wakes up to the sounds of angels singing, drinks the blood of his enemies and eats pure awesome. But that is not all, his morning constitution is composed of the chemical equivalent of...... what other teams are made of. You may now see him as that guy who used to be the greatest quarter back that ever lived. But you my friends, are wrong. And remember, no matter what happens, no matter what you think and no matter what you see. When the time comes for us to be delivered to our maker, Those of us loyal to the divine Tom Brady will be rewarded, and you... sheep will be lost to the void. Do not forget these words. Sheep.

Seeing as how the angry letters worked so well in their debut i have decided to try them again and see if a return appearance works just as well. If so I am thinking about making them a weekly event. While also, of course, complaining and moaning about how stupid people are. So here is a second set of letters I have composed. However these were written for my own pleasure as opposed for that of someone else.

Dear Gas executives,

First of all I would like to say that I wish very strongly each and every one of you rendered impotent in some horrific chemical accident, of course involving the very gas that has made you bastards rich. Like a very destructive irony. There are not words that can describe the happiness something like that would bring me. My reason for sending you this letter was not, in fact, to write the very vulgar and emotionally agonizing words you so greatly deserve. And even though I have smeared toxic and terribly brutal poisons all over this letter in an attempt to kill you, that is merely a secondary objective. The primary reason for my sending this letter was to pitch a new advertisement idea in which all of the gas companies across the world come together. Imagine, if you will, men standing around a solitary woman in a makeshift circle. Each of the men is wearing a black polo, each bearing the logo of a different companies name. And the woman is wearing a white t-shirt with the word "consumer" written across the chest. She then says politely; "excuse me, I am rather hungry and quite thirsty, do you think you maybe could spare some food and if it's not too much trouble something to drink?" And all at once the men standing around her viciously kick the woman until she is unable to move, take her jewelery, purse, and all other belongings and leave her for dead. I think it is a brilliant idea and I think it portrays your methods very accurately. Take some time to think it over and if any of you remain alive after the poison sets in, please contact me to express your opinion on the matter. Thank you very much.

Sincerely, the harbinger of your doom

Dear America On-Line

I would like you to know that you are doing a great job with keeping people in touch with each other. I use your product often and I have to say that my amount of complaints is minimal. And for those who know me that is not something experienced often by me. However i do have one thing i would like to say to you. What the hell were you thinking with the god damned smileys ass-holes? Are they really necessary? And even on the rare occasion that someone does use them, do you really think they get the job done? Lets take a look at the emotional range of smileys you pricks thought would be useful. For starters we have the winking smiley. i have never felt so uncomfortable in my life as I did when i received one of those. I have never been raped, but thanks to you guys a have a pretty good idea of what it's like. Next we have the crying smiley. Honestly i think this one is a result of getting too close to the winking smiley. Next we have the blushing smiley. What the hell is wrong with this one? It looks like it is sitting on a dryer. Jesus people kids are using these things. You are the people responsible for 13 year old girls starting pregnancy cults. After that we have the happy smiley. This one looks like it just snorted an ounce of Valium, coke, red bull and fun dip. And people wonder where kids learn about drugs. Hidden messages anyone? And finally, since I honestly can't remember anymore not that I think I want to, we have the 'ooh' smiley. Unless i am mistaken that is the universal sign for, "I have no gag reflex". You people make me sick. So go home, think about how much you suck, come back to work, design a more refined group of smileys, and god dammit make a wider variety. There are more then 6 emotions people.

Sincerely, Someone with nothing better to do

Dear Math

First and foremost, stop being such a little bitch. There is no reason you have to be this hard. And honestly, I think it's time to get over the fact that 9 times out of 10, no one is ever going to use you once they leave school. It is just a fact of life. And also, stop making shit up. X will never be larger than any number, want to know why? X isn't a god damned number. You just couldn't get over the fact that you suck, you made a deal with English and now you are making letters into numbers. Well i got news for you jackass, I'm not buying it, so pack up, get on a train going 35 miles an hour to Shut the hell up and figure out how the hell long it will take you to get there ass hole. No one will ever love you as much as lunch, just accept it.

Sincerely, Everyone