Earth Hour / Humanity Hour

"Earth Hour"

I love all the marketing that comes with the "Earth Hour", all the slogans "Remember that you can help the planet just with one hour". It's so shameful knowing that we have got to ONE simple hour of of 8760 hours out of the year. An hour to change the earth, so we can feel better with our shameful reality? Let's stop lying to ourselves. 

I'm environmentalist but I'm also REALISTIC, let's stop playing around and make the people who is dirty and irresponsible during the year to feel good for one simple hour of effort. 

If we want to help the planet and ourselves: we have to stop and start to change bad habits, be more cleaner and more responsables for our actions, THAT my friends will help the planet, not a fucking earth hour.

Remember that the earth has gone through so many things, this hour is for us, the ones who are trying to save from destruction is OURSELVES FROM OURSELVES. Believe me the earth had gone through so many rough times, and humanity is just a phase, this is the " humanity hour" the earth hour? COME ON! After humanity disappears, the earth will evolve and continue it's path, we will no be longer there but we will be gone because of our own fault. 

So let's make sense and let's make a "Humanity Hour" because EARTH doesn't need anything from us, we are the ones depending on EARTH. 

Happy Black Sheep - The Beggining

This is the story of the happy black sheep:  

At the beggining he used to think about nothing, just enjoying being a kid, being a simple student, caring about nothing more than playing, studying and having a nice sleep. The same routine, going to church every tuesday, wednesday, friday and sunday. During the day watching tv, playing with his neighbours, getting dirty in his parent's house, their home, having a talk to them, maybe getting punished and being overprotected most of his childhood, but he still and will always love them, his loving home. 

Then he started to grow up, those feelings started to be unleashed, the part where you start to questioning all, where you try to get answers, the time when you try to understand why you are different. 

That time where you start to wonder if being different is a bless or a curse, where being different means being a freak in a little town, where your hunger for culture and more limits to read literature, old books that are there thanks to your dead grandma that he never knew, thanks to that person who even being dead keeps teaching about life and the world. Then he started to realise that there was something better and bigger out there than a little town called Chalchuapa. 

Then he started wonder if out there, were others thinking the same way he did or probably even more weird than him, the same way the black sheep thought, with that hunger of talking and feeling the same. With the same old closed minded way to think, that way to think where you believe you are a freak, an abomination, a weird person a weird sheep, not just for being gay, also for liking rock, comic books, anime, Anne Rice, Agatha Christie, Andy Warhole, piercings, tattoos, different type of people and... things that nobody in his family knew, until he started to develop that in himself. 

The black sheep in a little town in a christian family. That was his best description, then the black sheep wanted to fly, get out there and know more. Guess what? The sheep had the chance to do it, to know that beautiful piece of paradise in earth called San Francisco. 

The black sheep living in San Francisco, it was like a rainbow growing in his little sad heart.

Good place for a teen age sheep confused and with a conflicted mind? 

OH yes, it was. 

The best place to know that he was fine, that there wasn't nothing wrong with him, that as he was a freak and a weirdo, there were a lot of sheeps like him and proud of it, so the sad negative black sheep turned into a happy black sheep.

Came back to his little town, with a different mind, the black sheep  feeling overwhelmed to see so much people in a town thinking the same odd way, decided to move a the big town called San Salvador, where he knew he will meet more black sheeps, and more colorful sheeps that in the little town....