I don't want to be a product of my environment, I want my environment to be a product of me.

So we watched The Departed tonight and that was the first line of it and I thought, "Exactly. I'm totally using that."
Marty was giving me shit about my involvement on the Enid newspaper message board because I am, um, "outspoken" against some of the current city issues. I asked what if I ran for City Council and you would have thought I had just danced naked in the front yard or something. Just because I am outspoken and stand up for what I think is right and get a little passionate about it does not mean I am a total social retard. I am able to voice my opinion without cursing and throwing a temper tantrum, thank you very much. Why are opinionated people threatening? Why are we seen as mean or crazy? Are we all just supposed to be drones that sit back and say, "OK, run over me. No, really, it's fine." I'm not mean [notice I'm conceding a little to crazy].
Without passion, what's left? Anger? Bitterness? Where does that get you? I don't want to be angry and bitter, I want to be passionate and I want to stand up for what I think is right. What I don't understand is people that don't. I have started calling them the Sheeple. I decided a great t-shirt would be a picture of a bunch of stick people under a tent on the front that says: Welcome, Sheeple, to the Flock. Then on the back, the picture would be a pile of stick people and it would say above it: Membership benefits include free kool-aid. Because if you're just gonna sit back and let people screw you, you might as well drink the kool-aid.