Hey readers,
This entry is a very personal one and while it is a bit "on the sleeve" in essence, I just feel like I had to write about it. As some of you may have read in my last entry, I've had old demons to conquer and face. On January 20th, I faced my breaking point. I couldn't control the depression anymore. I got tired of channeling my frustration out by way of rant to my family, my co-workers and even some of my best friends (Larry, Rob, Bryan, Crystal, Cali, Sid, Krisy, I know you're reading this). I had enough of battling my bouts of depression without an outlet or a means to help recover from it. I also grew tired of being an emotional sponge -- absorbing other people's vibes and feelings. There's a fine line between being an emotional sponge and empathy and somehow, I blurred it. Without any option, I went to Lutheran Medical Center and checked myself in immediately after work. Let me tell you, it was quite interesting.
After some time of waiting, I let three of my friends know that I would be in the hospital today. I'm sure thye probably thought I was bluffing but the truth is, it actually happened. I recall taking my keychains, my wallet and my phone off of me, as well as my jacket and asked to sit in a small white room on a bed. Across from me in the room was another older man on a bed. You could tell he was there most of the day and he was freezing cold...but he was also overwhelmed by depression. You could see it in his eyes.
I then looked up to the ceiling, ended up whispering the lyrics to Creed's My Own Prison, Alter Bridge's Slip to the Void and ReD's Hymn for the Missing. Sure enough, the man next to me looked as though he saw a ghost. Not a word was spoken between us -- at least not yet. Then it set in -- that dark brooding mantle of depression that cloaks over you, heating my face, causing me to scratch and claw onto my left side while gripping onto my very core, forgetting the gift of life itself. It is an ugly feeling without question and I wouldn't wish this on anyone. I turned over and just cried myself to nap.
A few minutes later, I was called for questioning and being as honest as I am, I answered all questions truthfully -- whether it be about any recent dating issues, friendship issues, family issues or any conflicts that may contribute to my depression -- a depression that I felt mantle over me every now and then within the time span of 7 weeks. I appreciated them asking me what they did and how they did. At first, they looked at me as though they were considering the thought of sending me to the psych ward but they saw no reason for it. I was informed that I am suffering depression but unlike usual clients there, instead of monthly, I've been told to see my assigned therapist weekly. I was then asked to get back in the white room.
I finally spoke to the guy across form me as he was more wide awake and conscious. I must say, I looked like a happy camper compared to him -- because his depression was also due to his illnesses, of which he didn't go into much detail on. We talked a bit and I must say, us late March-early April guys have a way of being good friends and helping each other in our misery, like soldiers. I ended up getting some personal pearls of wisdom from the guy and who knows, it may save me trouble someday, if not now.
It's gonna take a very long time before I ever be 100% of myself again, sad to say. If any of my readers and even the ones whom I'm a role model to believe in God of any kind, be sure to lift me up in your prayers. I know I've let a lot of people down and recently, found myself in near state of self-destruction in the process. My only longing is to not be Ron Gunz but to just be good old Ronnie again. The gimmicks get old, the facade fades after a while. There comes a time where you need to strip all the junk off and find yourself again before it is suffocated by unwanted darkness.
To some of you, this is a shocker. Of all people, I ended up there. Let me lay it down in a gentle and somewhat mature manner -- I got tired of bearing everyone's worries and emotions upon the very cross I'm carrying as it is. I grew weary of relying on everyone to help unbottle my heart. It isn't fair to any of you and by no means should I be making myself a burden to any other human being. This also may be, until a big recovery, my last blog entry. But until then, folks.
With Love,
Ronnie Abimael Gonzalez
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1.02.2012
New year but time to kill off old demons
Just wanted to wish everyone an amazing new year. 2011 was a very challenging year and while this one is a chance for a new start, it's also the moment of truth to settle the score and crucifix old, lingering demons.
As some know, I took a weekend away to clear my head and to refresh myself, although the other reason was to spend time with my fellow "milkmuncher" Cali as well as with her family. I found it humorous that she calls us milkmunchers, a term of endearment towards our friendship and one I cherish a lot.
As far as crucifying old demons, I have a few. I came to realize that I am battling a personal level of depression, all of which is random and so far has no root to be found. Ice been fighting it for 5-6 weeks and shown up extremely yesterday and Saturday. I also have the battle of reclaiming myself from this darkness that has tried to claim rule upon me. I've made MANY mistakes, as well as inflicted pain towards others as well as myself.
After this week, I should be able to throw in more material into 3ra. All the traveling and viewing has helped recharge my creative mind a little. With all that I've seen at Syracuse, Ithaca, Virginia and DC, I definitely have more spark ready to combust.
Until next time, be at peace my friends.
12.28.2011
As 2011 closes
As 2011 closes and as I do my laundry, I can't help but think back and reflect on everything that has happened and I must admit, quite a lot has happened.
I managed to release Walk This Realm and then re-release both my books, fully revised and reorganized. I also managed to start working on 3ra and while the plans around it got altered and tweaked, it's halfway there.
New but short tidbits of music were created this year and it was great to know that there was still some spark left to create.
This was also a year where I had to tackle some dormant demons, pet or otherwise, and face them head on. Whether it was pride, vanity, wrath, depression or a grudging spirit -- I had to confront them all eventually. Have I won over all of them? Eh, not yet anyway but lord willing I'll get there.
I got to experience new things thanks to Michelle. From a trip to Sonics, exploring Staten Island, learning to creating a budget to making that big getaway trip to Atlantic City, I can't say I've had a boring year. Heck, I saw Joan Jett for the first time and saw what gluttony in a buffet really looked like!
I also forged stronger bonds with people I already knew and made new ones in the process. Whether it was bring closer friends with Rob and Cali, making friends with Xavier and Diana to having enjoyed an adventurous relationship with Michelle or even bonding with Joseph or catching up with Erik, I can't walk away from this year with even a hint of a regret.
Sure, I may have been hurt along the way or perhaps hurt others but it's part of my learning experience as a human and a bigger piece that leads further to maturity. Some bridges may have been crossed and I may never cross again but some I cross now and may cross yet again on a later date.
I look forward to 2012, given that I have a book to finish and more music to make. Most of all,.I have a faith to rebuild. Time will tell in terms of what happens.
Until then,
Ron
I managed to release Walk This Realm and then re-release both my books, fully revised and reorganized. I also managed to start working on 3ra and while the plans around it got altered and tweaked, it's halfway there.
New but short tidbits of music were created this year and it was great to know that there was still some spark left to create.
This was also a year where I had to tackle some dormant demons, pet or otherwise, and face them head on. Whether it was pride, vanity, wrath, depression or a grudging spirit -- I had to confront them all eventually. Have I won over all of them? Eh, not yet anyway but lord willing I'll get there.
I got to experience new things thanks to Michelle. From a trip to Sonics, exploring Staten Island, learning to creating a budget to making that big getaway trip to Atlantic City, I can't say I've had a boring year. Heck, I saw Joan Jett for the first time and saw what gluttony in a buffet really looked like!
I also forged stronger bonds with people I already knew and made new ones in the process. Whether it was bring closer friends with Rob and Cali, making friends with Xavier and Diana to having enjoyed an adventurous relationship with Michelle or even bonding with Joseph or catching up with Erik, I can't walk away from this year with even a hint of a regret.
Sure, I may have been hurt along the way or perhaps hurt others but it's part of my learning experience as a human and a bigger piece that leads further to maturity. Some bridges may have been crossed and I may never cross again but some I cross now and may cross yet again on a later date.
I look forward to 2012, given that I have a book to finish and more music to make. Most of all,.I have a faith to rebuild. Time will tell in terms of what happens.
Until then,
Ron
12.13.2011
some reviews and comments
So I've been having a pretty interesting month to say the least. From having yet another reboot (sort of) to seeing new movies and catching up with friends and video games, you can say things are different and for the better.
I'll start with my review on The Skin I Live In, starring Antonio Banderas. Yes, he is aging but like fine wine, his acting improves. The entire movie is in Castilian Spanish aka the Spanish they teach you in college and high school. As my friend and I watched it, she didn't understand a lick of Spanish but the movie's biggest strength isn't just in the twist and turns but in its ability to tell a story by visual means. A deaf person can get the essence of the story through the action and body languages. It's about a doctor that is researching on developing new synthetic skin for patients that need reconstructive surgery. He manages to engineer skin that repels mosquitoes and high resistance to fire. The twists begin with him finding a girl who almost became victim of rape in a party he attended. He knew the guy that had attempted. Things happen where she goes nuts and as revenge, he kidnapped the guy and gave him a sexual reassignment surgery aka complete sex change. This even included the new skin he had been developing with research. The surgery was too much of a success as there isn't even a hint that the girl was once a guy. Later on, some guy in a tiger suit makes a run and tries to hide in the place where this guy/girl is held as a guinea pig to observe. He ends up raping her, gets shot and killed by Banderas and the subject goes through rape trauma. The part where even I got all "what the heck is happening" was when Banderas has sex with his subject twice in the film. I can't help but conclude that Banderas, like Jim Carrey, has finally played his first gay role. Had the sex change detail never been addressed, you would never think how really crazy his character was. Eventually, the subject remembers who he used to be when he saw articles of his disappearance. Upon remembering who he was, he kills Banderas and his mom and walks out. The acting was good and for a movie done entirely in Spanish, I enjoyed it for the psychological thriller that it was.
I recall reading an article from IGN complaining about how Metal Gear Rising will destroy the legacy that was Metal Gear Solid. Why? Because Raiden, in his new form and glor, makes all of Snake's work in getting rid of Metal Gears look like a pathetic joke. Solid Snake was just a man, let alone a soldier, taking on, through military tactics, large and very gigantic military robot monsters. Raiden? He flings the Gears around like really light stuffed animals. Does it give Snake a slap to the face? Definitely but you know what? It enlarges the opportunity to repackage and re-present Raiden as something more than a footnote to Snake or even as Snake's little apprentice.
3ra is going forward. I can say that I'm renewing my perspective on life so it's helping me write newer things or at least from newer and fresher perspectives. It won't have the dark under and overtones my first two had. They served their purpose and were relevant to certain moments of my life and now are over and gone. If you need to ask, to some extent, my books are like metaphorical/autobiographical poems -- telling my story through images created by words. I believe having watched the conclusion of Soul Eater and re-watching Limitless kind of woke me up about things too.
As for where am I in life? I'm just living and moving on in life. My aim now in free form. Meanwhile, I'm also stepping back and seeing things for what they are, were and will be, whether it's pretty, ugly or pretty ugly. All in all, though, I won't let anything take me down.
I'll start with my review on The Skin I Live In, starring Antonio Banderas. Yes, he is aging but like fine wine, his acting improves. The entire movie is in Castilian Spanish aka the Spanish they teach you in college and high school. As my friend and I watched it, she didn't understand a lick of Spanish but the movie's biggest strength isn't just in the twist and turns but in its ability to tell a story by visual means. A deaf person can get the essence of the story through the action and body languages. It's about a doctor that is researching on developing new synthetic skin for patients that need reconstructive surgery. He manages to engineer skin that repels mosquitoes and high resistance to fire. The twists begin with him finding a girl who almost became victim of rape in a party he attended. He knew the guy that had attempted. Things happen where she goes nuts and as revenge, he kidnapped the guy and gave him a sexual reassignment surgery aka complete sex change. This even included the new skin he had been developing with research. The surgery was too much of a success as there isn't even a hint that the girl was once a guy. Later on, some guy in a tiger suit makes a run and tries to hide in the place where this guy/girl is held as a guinea pig to observe. He ends up raping her, gets shot and killed by Banderas and the subject goes through rape trauma. The part where even I got all "what the heck is happening" was when Banderas has sex with his subject twice in the film. I can't help but conclude that Banderas, like Jim Carrey, has finally played his first gay role. Had the sex change detail never been addressed, you would never think how really crazy his character was. Eventually, the subject remembers who he used to be when he saw articles of his disappearance. Upon remembering who he was, he kills Banderas and his mom and walks out. The acting was good and for a movie done entirely in Spanish, I enjoyed it for the psychological thriller that it was.
I recall reading an article from IGN complaining about how Metal Gear Rising will destroy the legacy that was Metal Gear Solid. Why? Because Raiden, in his new form and glor, makes all of Snake's work in getting rid of Metal Gears look like a pathetic joke. Solid Snake was just a man, let alone a soldier, taking on, through military tactics, large and very gigantic military robot monsters. Raiden? He flings the Gears around like really light stuffed animals. Does it give Snake a slap to the face? Definitely but you know what? It enlarges the opportunity to repackage and re-present Raiden as something more than a footnote to Snake or even as Snake's little apprentice.
3ra is going forward. I can say that I'm renewing my perspective on life so it's helping me write newer things or at least from newer and fresher perspectives. It won't have the dark under and overtones my first two had. They served their purpose and were relevant to certain moments of my life and now are over and gone. If you need to ask, to some extent, my books are like metaphorical/autobiographical poems -- telling my story through images created by words. I believe having watched the conclusion of Soul Eater and re-watching Limitless kind of woke me up about things too.
As for where am I in life? I'm just living and moving on in life. My aim now in free form. Meanwhile, I'm also stepping back and seeing things for what they are, were and will be, whether it's pretty, ugly or pretty ugly. All in all, though, I won't let anything take me down.
12.09.2011
So Many Thoughts pt. 2
As I hung out with my best friend today, we had a very interesting convo. Due to how absurd it would look to post this as a Facebook status, I chose to make it a blog. It happened to be about how the media, many times, likes to pre-program and appeal to genders in absolutely different ways or forms and in turn, help create a massive gap which creates this self-fulfilling prophecy of Women are from Venus, Men are from Mars (although this latter piece can always be up for debate).
Let's first look at us men. War, violence, heroism, power, dominance, survival, rebellion, control. These are the ongoing themes of almost any show, program or game that boys are usually attracted to and fed with. The longing for meaning, betrayal, injustice, searching of truth, the grim reality of life and how we need to get to work because of the reality that life truly is. Being the "knight in shining armor" is rare and if anything, more like a side payoff to everything else. It isn't the centerfold.
What do we usually see women force fed with? My Little Pony, Barbie, Lady Gaga, Britney Spears, Sex in the City. The dream of pretty white fences, pretty house, man with 6 pack abs, prince charming, "Mr. Perfect", true love, the Knight in Shining Armor, chivalry, romance or the idea thereof, the concept of how things ought to be pretty, nice and anything not resembling their ideal or fantasy are to be dismissed. The concept of harsh reality seems to be well hidden until later on.
As a guy, I can say that I've seen these patterns, although as time has gone on, people change and also end up tackling concepts from the other side of the wall of life. I love the action, chase and adventure. The thought of attaining what I search for in life is ecstatic and having "the girl" in the end is one heck of a blessing.
Therein lies the problem -- what's next? What happens when you get a job that lets you live comfortably, fulfill the best education you desire and marry that girl? Is that really all there is to life? Money, comfort, marriage, kids, legacy, rinse and repeat? Or here's something to shake it up -- what about the people in life that get screwed over? You know, the guy that bust his rear end for 10-15 years in a mediocre job while studying for his Master's, only to end up not only unemployed but also unable to get a job with the very degree he hustled for? What about the guy/girl who's been babied to death, spoiled to the point of absolute pride and arrogance and once he/she is forced to earn and work for things without their comfort zone, they throw a fit? Or even better, the girl that keeps dreaming about a guy that doesn't actually exist because the truth is, there is no such thing as a perfect ideal mate? How about the guy that finds a woman he truly cherishes but she's all messed up in the mind because of all the emotional/mental/physical abuse, which results in an emotional retardation that results in an unstable relationship that drives him to the edge of madness?
I've reached a point where I question things. I believe that it is okay to question, to ask and to seek the truth in everything around, upon and inside of you. There are things that I myself struggle with -- like how can God love such a creation that, while beautiful in his eyes, their fallen state is absolutely deemed unworthy of anything whatsoever? I can't comprehend how he can love such a race that continuously swims in whore and warmongering, hatred, betrayal, false sense of security and madness? Perhaps I'll never get the answer but I can't help but wonder what is man that He is ever so mindful of us even though knowingly that we will betray Him from time to time like the spiritual sluts, liars and adulterers we sometimes play the part of? How is it possible that one can have what their heart has desired and once it's there and for good, it isn't enough?
It is said that whatever the mind dictates, the heart will follow but what do you do when they decide to war within? What happens when the heart wants to dominate, especially in territories where the mind and reason must reign? Why is it that at times disappointment clouds the heart and mind to the point of an inability to be satisfied? How about the mental shafting of experiencing running away and betrayals to the point that when the whack stuff is over and the harmony plays, you feel indifferent and dissonant? Perhaps as though that maybe, just maybe, that wasn't what you needed or were looking for to begin with?
My brain's shot now so I will resume this another time. Just use this to ask yourself those questions you dared not ask at times.
Let's first look at us men. War, violence, heroism, power, dominance, survival, rebellion, control. These are the ongoing themes of almost any show, program or game that boys are usually attracted to and fed with. The longing for meaning, betrayal, injustice, searching of truth, the grim reality of life and how we need to get to work because of the reality that life truly is. Being the "knight in shining armor" is rare and if anything, more like a side payoff to everything else. It isn't the centerfold.
What do we usually see women force fed with? My Little Pony, Barbie, Lady Gaga, Britney Spears, Sex in the City. The dream of pretty white fences, pretty house, man with 6 pack abs, prince charming, "Mr. Perfect", true love, the Knight in Shining Armor, chivalry, romance or the idea thereof, the concept of how things ought to be pretty, nice and anything not resembling their ideal or fantasy are to be dismissed. The concept of harsh reality seems to be well hidden until later on.
As a guy, I can say that I've seen these patterns, although as time has gone on, people change and also end up tackling concepts from the other side of the wall of life. I love the action, chase and adventure. The thought of attaining what I search for in life is ecstatic and having "the girl" in the end is one heck of a blessing.
Therein lies the problem -- what's next? What happens when you get a job that lets you live comfortably, fulfill the best education you desire and marry that girl? Is that really all there is to life? Money, comfort, marriage, kids, legacy, rinse and repeat? Or here's something to shake it up -- what about the people in life that get screwed over? You know, the guy that bust his rear end for 10-15 years in a mediocre job while studying for his Master's, only to end up not only unemployed but also unable to get a job with the very degree he hustled for? What about the guy/girl who's been babied to death, spoiled to the point of absolute pride and arrogance and once he/she is forced to earn and work for things without their comfort zone, they throw a fit? Or even better, the girl that keeps dreaming about a guy that doesn't actually exist because the truth is, there is no such thing as a perfect ideal mate? How about the guy that finds a woman he truly cherishes but she's all messed up in the mind because of all the emotional/mental/physical abuse, which results in an emotional retardation that results in an unstable relationship that drives him to the edge of madness?
I've reached a point where I question things. I believe that it is okay to question, to ask and to seek the truth in everything around, upon and inside of you. There are things that I myself struggle with -- like how can God love such a creation that, while beautiful in his eyes, their fallen state is absolutely deemed unworthy of anything whatsoever? I can't comprehend how he can love such a race that continuously swims in whore and warmongering, hatred, betrayal, false sense of security and madness? Perhaps I'll never get the answer but I can't help but wonder what is man that He is ever so mindful of us even though knowingly that we will betray Him from time to time like the spiritual sluts, liars and adulterers we sometimes play the part of? How is it possible that one can have what their heart has desired and once it's there and for good, it isn't enough?
It is said that whatever the mind dictates, the heart will follow but what do you do when they decide to war within? What happens when the heart wants to dominate, especially in territories where the mind and reason must reign? Why is it that at times disappointment clouds the heart and mind to the point of an inability to be satisfied? How about the mental shafting of experiencing running away and betrayals to the point that when the whack stuff is over and the harmony plays, you feel indifferent and dissonant? Perhaps as though that maybe, just maybe, that wasn't what you needed or were looking for to begin with?
My brain's shot now so I will resume this another time. Just use this to ask yourself those questions you dared not ask at times.
12.02.2011
So Many Thoughts
One of the reasons why I love the Todd Agnew album Better Questions is due to the fact that the album is loaded with asking questions in life. The reason I love the movie Doubt is because it's okay to doubt and ask questions about things in life. In my case, I found myself this week just asking myself questions in general and if I didn't ask myself any, a few would simply pop up at times.
One of the things someone pointed out upon reading Walk This Realm is that I write some really dark stuff. Granted, when I wrote it, I was dealing with most of the darkest moods and feelings that I found myself struggling with in life, whether in literal, metaphorical or in symbolic ways. It isn't that I can't write anything bright and cheerful, I just happen to write from my current period in life. The worst a writer or artist can do, in my view, is not address the grit of life, leaving people in a false illusion of a life absent of suffering.
It brings me to another interesting question that comes to mind and this is in respect to fellow Christians -- for a group that speaks so much about a God that is greater than our problems and enemies, why does it strike so much a nerve when it comes to facing our darker sides as people? Why do we fear talking about facing our darker sides as people? We talk so much about a light overcoming darkness yet when the question of facing our personal darkness comes around, we cower in a nervous fear?
Even moreso, why do Christians speak so much about forgiveness and unconditional love but when it's our turn to lead by the example we talk about, we suddenly put conditions that didn't exist?
Another question that came to mind, kind of unrelated, why is it that when we finally win the war for a blessing, when finally won, we sometimes initially feel numb to receive it or hesitant to ultimately embrace them? Is it because the wear and tear of fighting for something that when it finally dangles before you, the desire has dwindled to almost nothing?
I also wonder why do people at times use others as crutches and braces instead of summoning the strength within to face life? I understand that as humans, we all desire to be with one another to some capacity -- it's just one of those random curiosities of life you know?
Who knows, I guess after a while, you start to finally stop and smell the roses of life and instead of just going with the flow you decide to stop, question and ask the questions that perhaps you never bothered to ask before. Heck, here's another one, why is it that when I was a kid, it seemed like God answered every prayer and made himself very real but once you reach adulthood, He seems a little farther than the usual to the point that you begin to doubt a little?
Here's one thing I forgot to jot down. As of late, with everything going on, I've been feeling a sense of not being satisfied. Nothing seems to be enough. Even with all that I do have, I can't help but feel like something's missing or that there is something more that I haven't attained, won over or even achieved. Is there something missing in the picture? Is it being in a state of interpersonal harmony that seems to be in a state of utter dissonance? Only God knows for sure but I can't help but wonder if there's something beyond what I have and am that I need to reach. Like, what is it in a human being that can drive you to feel like you need more of something. I can't even say it's lust, fixation, gluttony or greed. It's more like a burning desire or even obsession to feel satisfied. Perhaps? Who knows!
While I do embrace my hard fought blessings that finally come my way and my faith hasn't shaken by much, there are times where I can't help but wonder why at times when it comes to those things. Most of the time, I don't question and just either run with the current or against it if necessary but you'll always have those, "Hmm, why is it that..." moments. Perhaps it's my soul's way of telling me to continue discovering more of who I am as a human being and furthermore my purpose in this vast universe.
One of the things someone pointed out upon reading Walk This Realm is that I write some really dark stuff. Granted, when I wrote it, I was dealing with most of the darkest moods and feelings that I found myself struggling with in life, whether in literal, metaphorical or in symbolic ways. It isn't that I can't write anything bright and cheerful, I just happen to write from my current period in life. The worst a writer or artist can do, in my view, is not address the grit of life, leaving people in a false illusion of a life absent of suffering.
It brings me to another interesting question that comes to mind and this is in respect to fellow Christians -- for a group that speaks so much about a God that is greater than our problems and enemies, why does it strike so much a nerve when it comes to facing our darker sides as people? Why do we fear talking about facing our darker sides as people? We talk so much about a light overcoming darkness yet when the question of facing our personal darkness comes around, we cower in a nervous fear?
Even moreso, why do Christians speak so much about forgiveness and unconditional love but when it's our turn to lead by the example we talk about, we suddenly put conditions that didn't exist?
Another question that came to mind, kind of unrelated, why is it that when we finally win the war for a blessing, when finally won, we sometimes initially feel numb to receive it or hesitant to ultimately embrace them? Is it because the wear and tear of fighting for something that when it finally dangles before you, the desire has dwindled to almost nothing?
I also wonder why do people at times use others as crutches and braces instead of summoning the strength within to face life? I understand that as humans, we all desire to be with one another to some capacity -- it's just one of those random curiosities of life you know?
Who knows, I guess after a while, you start to finally stop and smell the roses of life and instead of just going with the flow you decide to stop, question and ask the questions that perhaps you never bothered to ask before. Heck, here's another one, why is it that when I was a kid, it seemed like God answered every prayer and made himself very real but once you reach adulthood, He seems a little farther than the usual to the point that you begin to doubt a little?
Here's one thing I forgot to jot down. As of late, with everything going on, I've been feeling a sense of not being satisfied. Nothing seems to be enough. Even with all that I do have, I can't help but feel like something's missing or that there is something more that I haven't attained, won over or even achieved. Is there something missing in the picture? Is it being in a state of interpersonal harmony that seems to be in a state of utter dissonance? Only God knows for sure but I can't help but wonder if there's something beyond what I have and am that I need to reach. Like, what is it in a human being that can drive you to feel like you need more of something. I can't even say it's lust, fixation, gluttony or greed. It's more like a burning desire or even obsession to feel satisfied. Perhaps? Who knows!
While I do embrace my hard fought blessings that finally come my way and my faith hasn't shaken by much, there are times where I can't help but wonder why at times when it comes to those things. Most of the time, I don't question and just either run with the current or against it if necessary but you'll always have those, "Hmm, why is it that..." moments. Perhaps it's my soul's way of telling me to continue discovering more of who I am as a human being and furthermore my purpose in this vast universe.
11.19.2011
My take on Occupy Wall St.
The one thing I thought I'd never write on is this crazy little thing known as Occupy Wall Street. After these past few months, I felt that it couldn't be better than to address the subject, given its inevitable (or it seems that way) demise. I remember when it began, how it was picking up momentum and sending little ripples elsewhere in the nation and have witnessed it falling apart.
When it started off, I couldn't help but wonder what was the agenda, what was the bedrock of this protest. At first, it seemed simple. It was a protest against corporate greed, specifically at Wall Street, as well as against greedy beasts like AIG, Wells Fargo, Bank of America and others like Goldman Sachs and Lehman Brothers. In seeing this, I found it to be a good cause, given that these big companies and corporations got bailout money from the government at the expense of our tax money.
Then things got a little weird, so to speak. Starting with the "99%" tagline. I would've understood if this were geared towards corporate greed that resulted at the expense of a good 13% of the unemployed. To say that they represented 99%, in my opinion, was a dramatic error. Sure, we're all going through some pre-Depression crisis times but most of us still have jobs and are making ends meet. Even then, out of the 13%, we need to consider which of the 13% are unemployed and unable to get a job and which are just laying around doing nothing.
Then things got even stranger. Zucotti Park began to look like hobo central. On top of that, you had people that really didn't care about the cause and just went in to hook up with girls or guys in tents, let alone going in there and shoot up drugs like heroin, as evidenced by findings of used condoms, syringes and needles when they cleaned out the park. They complained about the threats to be kicked out but what can you expect when not only do you have this stupidity going on but also people living in the park. People there getting shot up, hooking up and due to them staying and practically living there, causing a disturbing smell around the district that affected businesses nearby. While they are complaining about corporate greed and inability to get a job, they cost other businesses money and jobs in the process.
Their complaints about the threat of being evicted from Zucotti, while on the surface it made sense, had very little merit to consider. Yes, it is a private property however they were causing disturbances to public property around them. Then also consider this -- there is a grand difference between protesting and living in a park. You want to talk about being considerate about the 99%? Consider this -- our NYPD, God bless them, are forced to go into overtime, costing our city millions of more dollars to upkeep. Consider the people that due to your raucous stench, cost businesses and people jobs and money. Were you to be in the park and protest the cause throughout sunrise to sundown and go back to your homes overnight, we'd most likely not have too many problems with O.W.S. but that isn't the case here.
Occupy Wall Street has also lacked something that every protest or movement is historically known for having -- a figurehead. A man or woman among them who can speak for their plights and struggle. Women had a champion in Susan B. Anthony. The Civil Rights movement had their share of champions in Harriet Tubman, Malcolm X, Rosa Parks and Martin Luther King. Even for gay rights, you had someone like Harvey Milk. Occupy Wall Street has no champion, leader or one to rise among them as their mouthpiece, as their vessel and as their fearless leader.
Then the whole "peaceful protest" element. Someone better explain to me how there were knives, guns and lead pipes in tents! Not only that, as they were ordered to leave the premises, they went off to get ugly, using barricades as weapons against the NYPD. To everyone that took violent action towards the NYPD, you deserved every beating you got from their night sticks!
It doesn't end there either. They decide to invade Union and Foley Squares and when they got removed, they decided to take it into the MTA. I'm sorry but now this "cause" has no steam. Now they are risking to cause further job loss by getting in the way of many New York commuters from getting to their jobs throughout the day.
In conclusion, I find that this is what could've been a revolutionary cause gone wrong, misdirected and sent into shambles. From misrepresentation, lack of true organization, a leader to speak for them in order to take political action, Occupy Wall Street is well on its way to extinction. It will continue this route until they not only get their facts straight but also get their cause united not only in body and spirit but also in one man or woman. 86% are getting by, even if they're struggling but it's those 13% that are either going through hell in totality or they're just putting themselves through it through sloth. I'm part of the 86% so don't try and put us all in 99% when in fact the ones you seem to represent most are the 13% -- the same 13% that got laid off after working for 20+ years and struggle to find jobs that will make use of them. 13% of the population whom had just got started on their dream jobs yet their dream's realization was short-lived. 13% who may be college graduates with Bachelor's or Master's degrees yet experience job freezes or unemployment in their field. 13% who may also have among them people who use cheap excuses to say they can't get a job, rely on government handouts totally just to live. Were this movement to feast their eyes on being an army of justice for those who got screwed over by corporate greed alone (and get themselves well-organized as our founding fathers did during the American Revolution), then perhaps this cause can have an unquenchable fire set ablaze but until then, it will continue to look like a hippy's hungover cousin...and even the hippies of the '60s had better organization and actually took action necessary to make their causes more believable.
When it started off, I couldn't help but wonder what was the agenda, what was the bedrock of this protest. At first, it seemed simple. It was a protest against corporate greed, specifically at Wall Street, as well as against greedy beasts like AIG, Wells Fargo, Bank of America and others like Goldman Sachs and Lehman Brothers. In seeing this, I found it to be a good cause, given that these big companies and corporations got bailout money from the government at the expense of our tax money.
Then things got a little weird, so to speak. Starting with the "99%" tagline. I would've understood if this were geared towards corporate greed that resulted at the expense of a good 13% of the unemployed. To say that they represented 99%, in my opinion, was a dramatic error. Sure, we're all going through some pre-Depression crisis times but most of us still have jobs and are making ends meet. Even then, out of the 13%, we need to consider which of the 13% are unemployed and unable to get a job and which are just laying around doing nothing.
Then things got even stranger. Zucotti Park began to look like hobo central. On top of that, you had people that really didn't care about the cause and just went in to hook up with girls or guys in tents, let alone going in there and shoot up drugs like heroin, as evidenced by findings of used condoms, syringes and needles when they cleaned out the park. They complained about the threats to be kicked out but what can you expect when not only do you have this stupidity going on but also people living in the park. People there getting shot up, hooking up and due to them staying and practically living there, causing a disturbing smell around the district that affected businesses nearby. While they are complaining about corporate greed and inability to get a job, they cost other businesses money and jobs in the process.
Their complaints about the threat of being evicted from Zucotti, while on the surface it made sense, had very little merit to consider. Yes, it is a private property however they were causing disturbances to public property around them. Then also consider this -- there is a grand difference between protesting and living in a park. You want to talk about being considerate about the 99%? Consider this -- our NYPD, God bless them, are forced to go into overtime, costing our city millions of more dollars to upkeep. Consider the people that due to your raucous stench, cost businesses and people jobs and money. Were you to be in the park and protest the cause throughout sunrise to sundown and go back to your homes overnight, we'd most likely not have too many problems with O.W.S. but that isn't the case here.
Occupy Wall Street has also lacked something that every protest or movement is historically known for having -- a figurehead. A man or woman among them who can speak for their plights and struggle. Women had a champion in Susan B. Anthony. The Civil Rights movement had their share of champions in Harriet Tubman, Malcolm X, Rosa Parks and Martin Luther King. Even for gay rights, you had someone like Harvey Milk. Occupy Wall Street has no champion, leader or one to rise among them as their mouthpiece, as their vessel and as their fearless leader.
Then the whole "peaceful protest" element. Someone better explain to me how there were knives, guns and lead pipes in tents! Not only that, as they were ordered to leave the premises, they went off to get ugly, using barricades as weapons against the NYPD. To everyone that took violent action towards the NYPD, you deserved every beating you got from their night sticks!
It doesn't end there either. They decide to invade Union and Foley Squares and when they got removed, they decided to take it into the MTA. I'm sorry but now this "cause" has no steam. Now they are risking to cause further job loss by getting in the way of many New York commuters from getting to their jobs throughout the day.
In conclusion, I find that this is what could've been a revolutionary cause gone wrong, misdirected and sent into shambles. From misrepresentation, lack of true organization, a leader to speak for them in order to take political action, Occupy Wall Street is well on its way to extinction. It will continue this route until they not only get their facts straight but also get their cause united not only in body and spirit but also in one man or woman. 86% are getting by, even if they're struggling but it's those 13% that are either going through hell in totality or they're just putting themselves through it through sloth. I'm part of the 86% so don't try and put us all in 99% when in fact the ones you seem to represent most are the 13% -- the same 13% that got laid off after working for 20+ years and struggle to find jobs that will make use of them. 13% of the population whom had just got started on their dream jobs yet their dream's realization was short-lived. 13% who may be college graduates with Bachelor's or Master's degrees yet experience job freezes or unemployment in their field. 13% who may also have among them people who use cheap excuses to say they can't get a job, rely on government handouts totally just to live. Were this movement to feast their eyes on being an army of justice for those who got screwed over by corporate greed alone (and get themselves well-organized as our founding fathers did during the American Revolution), then perhaps this cause can have an unquenchable fire set ablaze but until then, it will continue to look like a hippy's hungover cousin...and even the hippies of the '60s had better organization and actually took action necessary to make their causes more believable.
11.10.2011
Turning the Page: Recovering from a Hangover
This week has been a week of new beginnings of sorts. I've never been one to burn bridges but hey, if it has to be done, be it in a good or bad way, it has to be done. Any regrets? None whatsoever. Why? It's because it is time to shed it all away and start anew. If I'm to enjoy my life from here on out, I need to purge myself of the filth I've contaminated myself with. I feel as though I've woken up from a hangover, except in a spiritual sense.
I woke up, seeing that I had become a man with a very short fuse, unable to cope with my emotions, let alone being absent of all optimism, hope and a genuine sense of love, let alone having become a begrudging human being. As of now, like someone hanging over, I'm trying to replenish and rehydrate after having woken up with my place in shambles of a mess, let alone having my head in the toilet. One of my exs, namely Naila, told me the following, "you must return to your first love". She was on the money. Truly, God, in his mercy and love, has a way of giving a human being another chance after having screwed up many times and I'm no exception. I ended up hearing the song Unchanging One by Todd Agnew and even after less than a decade, the song still resonates strongly within. When romance proves itself an epic fail, family are unable to understand you entirely and friends distance themselves, Christ is truly unconditional in being willing to extend His hand of love so that we can latch onto His very essence. It isn't a feeling thing, it's a certain thing.
Years ago, I probably would've stooped down to continue responding to God knows how many indirect comments, tweets, statuses that involve bashing me.However, being the grown adult I am, I understood that you are an immature person when you choose to participate in an indirect back and forth. The bigger person simply walks away -- no taunting, insults or slander. Just walk away because you'll save yourself a lot of trouble. If they have done you wrong, forgive them as God forgives us every time we've screwed up. That isn't to say that you should reconnect but rather to forgive, let go, live and let live.
I've done and said things that I'm not exactly proud about, whether they were done properly or otherwise. Yet as it is, I move forward, throw away those things which are meaningless or pointless in hanging on to and just live and live in peace. Right now, nothing makes me more happy than to reconnect with the Lord and to start over and remembering the things that matter in my life.
I woke up, seeing that I had become a man with a very short fuse, unable to cope with my emotions, let alone being absent of all optimism, hope and a genuine sense of love, let alone having become a begrudging human being. As of now, like someone hanging over, I'm trying to replenish and rehydrate after having woken up with my place in shambles of a mess, let alone having my head in the toilet. One of my exs, namely Naila, told me the following, "you must return to your first love". She was on the money. Truly, God, in his mercy and love, has a way of giving a human being another chance after having screwed up many times and I'm no exception. I ended up hearing the song Unchanging One by Todd Agnew and even after less than a decade, the song still resonates strongly within. When romance proves itself an epic fail, family are unable to understand you entirely and friends distance themselves, Christ is truly unconditional in being willing to extend His hand of love so that we can latch onto His very essence. It isn't a feeling thing, it's a certain thing.
Years ago, I probably would've stooped down to continue responding to God knows how many indirect comments, tweets, statuses that involve bashing me.However, being the grown adult I am, I understood that you are an immature person when you choose to participate in an indirect back and forth. The bigger person simply walks away -- no taunting, insults or slander. Just walk away because you'll save yourself a lot of trouble. If they have done you wrong, forgive them as God forgives us every time we've screwed up. That isn't to say that you should reconnect but rather to forgive, let go, live and let live.
I've done and said things that I'm not exactly proud about, whether they were done properly or otherwise. Yet as it is, I move forward, throw away those things which are meaningless or pointless in hanging on to and just live and live in peace. Right now, nothing makes me more happy than to reconnect with the Lord and to start over and remembering the things that matter in my life.
10.22.2011
Symbiote
Hey guys,
It's been a while as I've been working full-time (and loving it). Meanwhile, I've continued writing 4 and I must say, the story is taking an interesting turn. Within the past few weeks, I found myself needing to break from certain ties that were close to me as a means to regain who I'm meant to be and pick up in my life where I left off. By no means is there an absence of appreciation for people that have come to my life, for good or ill will but sometimes, just sometimes, you have to break away as a means to see the bigger picture and see where you need to pick up the ball at again.
So what is it like to ride this journey, in some sense, alone again? Refreshing. Why? I needed to be reminded of who I am. Nothing irked me a bit more than to hear my family, friends and even co-workers say that I have not been myself -- that I've turned from cheerful to brooding, from bright and sunny to dark and dreary, from positive to absolutely negative. Heck, I was told that I was slowly becoming an arse and even a douchebag. A good sister in Christ of mine even pointed out that I have become distracted and unfocused. Heck, an ex-girlfriend (but a very wonderful friend) told me I needed to return to my first love (hinting at Christ).
So what do I think? I agree with all of them. Forget falling. I suffered a deafening crash. I felt it most when one of my childhood friends caught up with me and asked what had happened to me that I'm not the same amazing friend he once knew. I couldn't help but wonder if it's true. When I took a back seat by cutting a particular tie, as rash and in the cruel manner that I did, I found this to be true.
My faith had become but a mere ember. My hope is running on life support and everything that made me the man everyone would love was turning into a shell of himself. I hate it and am doing all I can to regain myself. If it meant taking a step back, so be it. I cannot allow the stresses of another soul's life, worries of a long-term commitment going dry and the pressure of keeping my cool leech onto me like a symbiote did to Spider-Man.
It's been a week and my smile is returning, my faith is crawling back to life and it's easier to be me again. It's become easier for me to stay cool and get focused. I still have my moments but I'm getting better at handling things. While at times I try to peek behind, I keep moving forward. The one thing that bothers me is how I forget that humans suck amazingly at forgiving and forgetting. While I've learned to forgive and let go, it takes time. Even though you and another person that you either offended, offended you or both may forgive each other, the pain itself remains and whomever else is close by will have their trust violated and in their eyes, you are the villain and vice versa. For me? I just let go and that's it. No use fighting, justifying, crying, whining, pissing, moaning -- I just forgive, let go and just let God's love handle the rest. When thinking about these things, here's the following phrase that echoed in my head today --
"When you begin to wish death upon someone who's wronged you, there is seriously something wrong with you"
It's been a while as I've been working full-time (and loving it). Meanwhile, I've continued writing 4 and I must say, the story is taking an interesting turn. Within the past few weeks, I found myself needing to break from certain ties that were close to me as a means to regain who I'm meant to be and pick up in my life where I left off. By no means is there an absence of appreciation for people that have come to my life, for good or ill will but sometimes, just sometimes, you have to break away as a means to see the bigger picture and see where you need to pick up the ball at again.
So what is it like to ride this journey, in some sense, alone again? Refreshing. Why? I needed to be reminded of who I am. Nothing irked me a bit more than to hear my family, friends and even co-workers say that I have not been myself -- that I've turned from cheerful to brooding, from bright and sunny to dark and dreary, from positive to absolutely negative. Heck, I was told that I was slowly becoming an arse and even a douchebag. A good sister in Christ of mine even pointed out that I have become distracted and unfocused. Heck, an ex-girlfriend (but a very wonderful friend) told me I needed to return to my first love (hinting at Christ).
So what do I think? I agree with all of them. Forget falling. I suffered a deafening crash. I felt it most when one of my childhood friends caught up with me and asked what had happened to me that I'm not the same amazing friend he once knew. I couldn't help but wonder if it's true. When I took a back seat by cutting a particular tie, as rash and in the cruel manner that I did, I found this to be true.
My faith had become but a mere ember. My hope is running on life support and everything that made me the man everyone would love was turning into a shell of himself. I hate it and am doing all I can to regain myself. If it meant taking a step back, so be it. I cannot allow the stresses of another soul's life, worries of a long-term commitment going dry and the pressure of keeping my cool leech onto me like a symbiote did to Spider-Man.
It's been a week and my smile is returning, my faith is crawling back to life and it's easier to be me again. It's become easier for me to stay cool and get focused. I still have my moments but I'm getting better at handling things. While at times I try to peek behind, I keep moving forward. The one thing that bothers me is how I forget that humans suck amazingly at forgiving and forgetting. While I've learned to forgive and let go, it takes time. Even though you and another person that you either offended, offended you or both may forgive each other, the pain itself remains and whomever else is close by will have their trust violated and in their eyes, you are the villain and vice versa. For me? I just let go and that's it. No use fighting, justifying, crying, whining, pissing, moaning -- I just forgive, let go and just let God's love handle the rest. When thinking about these things, here's the following phrase that echoed in my head today --
"When you begin to wish death upon someone who's wronged you, there is seriously something wrong with you"
10.08.2011
Busy October!
Hey guys! I know it's been a while since I wrote something but hey, I'm back. As of late, I've been busy working extra hours, spending time with some friends and checking out some new stuff.
Two days ago, I got The Secret by Antonio Banderas in the mail and let me tell you, it has a very subtle yet sensual smell. I took a good wiff and I was like, "sssss--mmmmm-mmm!". I also recently got back into taking some Dymatize Elite X protein for post-workout. Sure, the taste is a tad chalky but it does the job and keeps me full.
Soon, I'll be ordering my custom set of strings from nakedstrings.com and I'm excited. Don't get me wrong, I've always been an avid fan of Dunlop's Heavycore or Zakk Wylde's custom heavy, Ernie Ball's Skinny Top Heavy Bottom or even the GHS Heavyweight. Nakedstrings, however, offer you the chance to set up custom gauges (to a fair extent) for your 6/7 string, baritone guitars or even 4/5/6 string basses. The prices, I must say, unbeatable! With a deal of buy 2 get 3 free for less than $20, I'm not one to complain.
I've also recently got Almost Christian by Kenda Creasy Dean in the mail. So far, it is an interesting read as it engages a research done in regards to teenagers in America and how they are the barometers of where we are, where we've been and where we could be headed when it comes to the matter of faith, devotion and commitment. I find it interesting how, upon reading it (although only at commencement), I can't help but agree with how there is a counterfeit Christianity on the rise. It dresses, has a similar voice and walk of Christianity but upon closer examination, it is nothing more than Alister Crowley's, "Do what thou wilt" philosophy with a Christian mask. It has reduced Jesus from Lord to freaking Ned Flanders or worse -- Jesus from South Park! It confirmed my suspicions because, while growing up, I was taught that yes, Christ is our best friend, love incarnate and the lover of our souls but He is also Lord and King. To not acknowledge his lordship and sovereignty and only accept his benevolence is to only know God in part. This is only scratching the surface of the book as I'm not even 40% through it.
I also got Heart of the Artist by Rory Noland as of late. I've yet to give it a good read yet but I will surely deliver in-depth reviews in bursts about it.
Walk This Realm's material is finally complete! After Lord knows how many months, I finally managed to hit that 80-page mark and move forward. Now it's a matter of doing some detailed editing and it will be up on lulu.com!
You must be wondering, "Ron, have you had any of those self-realization moments to write about"? The answer is no. This time, I won't be making any life observations and what have you.
Gears of War 3 is, in my opinion, the sharpest 3rd person shooter of all time (so far). Army of Two has yet to catch up and the rest of the shooting genre is too far up the arse of 1st person shooting to realize that there's a titan of shooting that gracefully sweeps many gamers off their feet. Simply put, a leeching thing called the Lambent is infecting Sera and is slowly killing it off. In the process, it's forcing the Locusts out into the open and getting infected by these glowies. Furthermore, humans have been found infected and controlled. The resolution? Activate the Hammer of Dawn to kill the Locust Queen and activate a generator that will wipe out all Lambent parasites. The problem? It will kill off all Locusts! Marcus Fenix's dad had tried hard to come up with a solution for both humans and Locusts but unfortunately, the solution only benefited the humans. The messed up part? This planet is the safe haven of humans and the territory belongs to the Locusts! The story is concise as well as direct. The gameplay is smoother, tighter and practical and the visuals are great.
Now what do I think about the current state of wrestling in WWE? I'd say it's looking great. I like Sin Cara as well as Mistico (the fake Sin Cara), Mason Ryan reminds me of a greener Batista in the making, CM Punk continues to deliver in the ring as well as on the mic and Air Bourne never cease to catch my attention. The current storyline with Triple H as COO is solid and with HHH still able to deliver on the mic, things are a balance of the new and old. My favorite moment this week? Seeing Big Show chokeslam Mark Henry through an announce table! That, my friends, is the stuff wrestling is made of!
With summer over, fall in full gear and all else going on, this is Ron Gunz signing off!
Two days ago, I got The Secret by Antonio Banderas in the mail and let me tell you, it has a very subtle yet sensual smell. I took a good wiff and I was like, "sssss--mmmmm-mmm!". I also recently got back into taking some Dymatize Elite X protein for post-workout. Sure, the taste is a tad chalky but it does the job and keeps me full.
Soon, I'll be ordering my custom set of strings from nakedstrings.com and I'm excited. Don't get me wrong, I've always been an avid fan of Dunlop's Heavycore or Zakk Wylde's custom heavy, Ernie Ball's Skinny Top Heavy Bottom or even the GHS Heavyweight. Nakedstrings, however, offer you the chance to set up custom gauges (to a fair extent) for your 6/7 string, baritone guitars or even 4/5/6 string basses. The prices, I must say, unbeatable! With a deal of buy 2 get 3 free for less than $20, I'm not one to complain.
I've also recently got Almost Christian by Kenda Creasy Dean in the mail. So far, it is an interesting read as it engages a research done in regards to teenagers in America and how they are the barometers of where we are, where we've been and where we could be headed when it comes to the matter of faith, devotion and commitment. I find it interesting how, upon reading it (although only at commencement), I can't help but agree with how there is a counterfeit Christianity on the rise. It dresses, has a similar voice and walk of Christianity but upon closer examination, it is nothing more than Alister Crowley's, "Do what thou wilt" philosophy with a Christian mask. It has reduced Jesus from Lord to freaking Ned Flanders or worse -- Jesus from South Park! It confirmed my suspicions because, while growing up, I was taught that yes, Christ is our best friend, love incarnate and the lover of our souls but He is also Lord and King. To not acknowledge his lordship and sovereignty and only accept his benevolence is to only know God in part. This is only scratching the surface of the book as I'm not even 40% through it.
I also got Heart of the Artist by Rory Noland as of late. I've yet to give it a good read yet but I will surely deliver in-depth reviews in bursts about it.
Walk This Realm's material is finally complete! After Lord knows how many months, I finally managed to hit that 80-page mark and move forward. Now it's a matter of doing some detailed editing and it will be up on lulu.com!
You must be wondering, "Ron, have you had any of those self-realization moments to write about"? The answer is no. This time, I won't be making any life observations and what have you.
Gears of War 3 is, in my opinion, the sharpest 3rd person shooter of all time (so far). Army of Two has yet to catch up and the rest of the shooting genre is too far up the arse of 1st person shooting to realize that there's a titan of shooting that gracefully sweeps many gamers off their feet. Simply put, a leeching thing called the Lambent is infecting Sera and is slowly killing it off. In the process, it's forcing the Locusts out into the open and getting infected by these glowies. Furthermore, humans have been found infected and controlled. The resolution? Activate the Hammer of Dawn to kill the Locust Queen and activate a generator that will wipe out all Lambent parasites. The problem? It will kill off all Locusts! Marcus Fenix's dad had tried hard to come up with a solution for both humans and Locusts but unfortunately, the solution only benefited the humans. The messed up part? This planet is the safe haven of humans and the territory belongs to the Locusts! The story is concise as well as direct. The gameplay is smoother, tighter and practical and the visuals are great.
Now what do I think about the current state of wrestling in WWE? I'd say it's looking great. I like Sin Cara as well as Mistico (the fake Sin Cara), Mason Ryan reminds me of a greener Batista in the making, CM Punk continues to deliver in the ring as well as on the mic and Air Bourne never cease to catch my attention. The current storyline with Triple H as COO is solid and with HHH still able to deliver on the mic, things are a balance of the new and old. My favorite moment this week? Seeing Big Show chokeslam Mark Henry through an announce table! That, my friends, is the stuff wrestling is made of!
With summer over, fall in full gear and all else going on, this is Ron Gunz signing off!
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