The Modern Warfare 2 Trailer

Violence in video games? Check! Check out the ultra violent, ultra cool lookin' trailer for Call of Duty - Modern Warfare 2

90 Miles from Yuma, on the Highway to Hell

For some odd reason, this was the title of a mix tape that I made, back when mix tapes were still made. Probably the reason Just Saying No is such a good idea. Anyways, it make me think back to some past journeys, and my current (mis)adventure(s). Life is fluid. Thinking you'll just be able to travel a straight path is an illusion. At least in my experience. It's about ups, downs, smiles and frowns. Great glory, heartbreaking agony and defeat. If you don't try, if you don't dare, if you don't risk, you are bound to lead a very lackluster life. Our greatest victories usually come after some of our most painful defeats. Do you sit on the sidelines, instead of getting in the game and playing, because you'd rather not take a painful hit? Do you choose to play it safe, rather than strike out on your own, take the risk of greatness, or ruin, and instead settle for a life of quiet desperation? Do you not try for love, even if it can lead to heartbreak and pain? Life is Risk. If you don't take chances, you sentence yourself to a prison of your own making....

Teddy Roosevelt's quote from Citizenship in a Republic will always stand out to me - "It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat."

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Live Fast, Die Hard and Get your Gun on!