Sasha's rants for January 10th 2012

Yesterday, my governor, Andrew Cuomo, gave his third State of the State address. And the media has eaten it up.  Cuomo has some bold plans for 2013, but some of them might be hard to do. He really needs to reinvent the education wheel before most of the schools in New York can't operate.

Alright, so another beginning to the year has begun, and I'm having doubts of the sanity of a political entity, which, by the way in some cases, qualifies me as someone having touch with reality.

School superintendents across New York are saying their districts will be insolvent . Someone wake up the Governor and the New York State Education Department. Something needs to change, and fast!!! And while we're still on the Cuomo train, he bought his daughters a white Ford Bronco. I roll my eyes with disbelif. You know The Juice ruined white Broncos for us all.

And although I traditionally think Keith Ablow is a crock of shit, he's pointing out something very true: my generation is a bunch of deluded narcissists. And the signs are there folks! Kids so obsessed over anything indie, which is just as bad as non-indie. Believe me, are only a slight part of the problem. Instead of partying every night, why don't we just sit down and our generation do something crucial: solve the problems of today's world. Because guess what? We'll be running the show in a few years. My generation needs to take initiative.

And by the way, if you don't watch Miss America on Saturday night, we are no longer friends. Just joking obviously, but still, the special needs community is finally coming on stage. 2013 will be the year autism will be no longer in the shadows.

And finally, I want to end on the topic of gun control. Although I believe in gun control, I believe that people should be allowed to possess hunting rifles. Venison makes for good eatin'. And plus, not controlling the deer population is not good for both deer (who face less food during the winter) and humans (I have a story about how a deer nearly slammed into the side of my car).

G'night all, we'll smell ya later.