A New Beginning (And WTF Is Up With Will Smith and the Scientology BS)

So my plan for this blog was to post regular top 10 lists. Seeing how I so far only completed one tenth of a top 10 list it’s pretty obvious that this simply isn’t happening. Procrastination has long been my premiere dragon to slay, and I seem to be fighting him with a pretty dull sword. But I do come across some really awesome stuff on the internet. Stuff that I’d love to share. Posting it all on facebook seems a little intrusive, but what better way to do it than to post it here on Marching To A Different Beat? After all, if you take a look at the stuff I enjoy online you’ll get a pretty good sense of who I am…and isn’t this what this is all about - getting to know who I really am? No? Well, seems you have little choice my friends…

First thing you should know is that I have a slightly morbid fascination with bizarre deaths. I don’t mean in a gory way, just the kind of deaths where I’d hate to be the person trying to explain what actually happened. Case in point: this guy. The long and short of it is this: 60 year old devoted worker gets a thrown a retirement party. He’s cheerful collegues toss him in the air in a hip-hip-hooray fashion, but fails to fucking catch him coming down. The man who was inches away from his dream of travelling the world and kicking back with his wife after spending his adult life loyally servicing his company ends up in a coma and dies later. All at the hands of the people he called (and who proably are) his work friends. That’s fucked up. Almost as fucked up as this. Or this. Or even this. Do you get the theme here?

I know this is a bad way to kick things off, but to turn that frown upside down, have a gander at this:

No *people* are harmed in this video. Not funny? Then we probably won’t get along.

Finally, it’s time to explain the title of this post. Will Smith, my long time hero and inspiration, has decided to give money to aliens. Now, I used to to date a publicist from MTV that knew a lot of the stars (she was working there when Mr. Smith was still releasing music and recording videos), and let me tell you this, Will Smith: She told me some pretty compromising shit about you and yours, but I forgave you. Although I could never quite watch Fresh prince in Bel Air reruns with the same innocent eyes I once did, I was still a supporter. I got tear eyed watching “Persuit Of Happiness“. I thought the surveillance camera movie you did was clever. I lamented the fact that you were originally approached to star in the Matrix but turned it down. I was even hoping you would release a new album. But what can I make of this Scientology nonsense? Are you and Jada afraid of getting shunned by the rest of the celebrity elite? You’re already in. No need for this. I’m no longer a devoted Will Smith fan, and the only thing that could possibly bring me back would be a powerful symbolic gesture to show your true colors. Like making Independence Day 2 happen, for example.