Obama is telling you what you want to hear, is young, is capable, has fantastic motives, and seems to deserve your vote!

McCain has been shunned by the media, is old, has an interesting voting record, is not entirely Republican (like Bush), and he was an actual American super hero (unlike once actor Arnold Schwarzenegger who only played them on films)! Arnold supports McCain, by the way! Joey Arnold (me), favors McCain over Obama!

I really do like Obama, but McCain has more heart for the job. Obama wants a bigger spending, bigger government, wants to spread the wealth, raise taxes, and supports abortion! I like Obama for his speeches, for his ability to tell us what we want to hear so that we will favor him. Obama hired excellent campaign and speech writers! Obama had a bigger campaign budget! McCain wants to end the war in the Middle East, but Obama wants to quickly quit our investment out there.

I have been undecided, until this first day of November, 2008. I have been reading and watching, politically, for the last two months, and I see much integrity in McCain. And Obama is too much like Bill and Hillary Clinton. And McCain is not George Bush, by the way!

McCain is calling for the real change, not Obama!

Hey, if you want, if you know me, if you care, just tell me, just say yes, if you want to be my friend, aquaintance, family, enemy, partner, ministry, church, real friend, partial friend, wannabe friend, sidekick, college friend, Hawaiian friend, Oregonian friend, Californian friend, Washington friend, South Carolina friend, Appalachian Bible College friend, New York friend, Quebec friend, Canada friend, Australia friend, home-school friend, long lost friends from the ghetto or nearby that, high school friends, Word Of Life friend, Salvation Army friend, secret admirer friend, believers in my unknown music or legacy friends, roomie, RA, neighbor, or even employer, employee, or any kind of friend: in other words, you can be a job reference for me, for my job resume, yeah, and in all seriousness, if you do care, if you want to tell me that you care, if you want to support me, for free, yes, free of charge, and promote me, or give me a chance, or would like to recommend me, or pray for me, or say that you remember me at all, or go tell me a thing or two like Simon Crowell of American Idol, to teach me how to grow up, or something like that, or you can simply just be a job reference for my job resume, or you can just be on my backup list, a list for those who kind of knew me and would recommend me if they only knew me well enough, or something like that, and if you have any thoughts concerning all of this then you can let me know, if you know me, or not, and for those who do not know me, I tell you that you will know me and if you do not choose to support me now then you may miss the opportunity to be on my inside line and all, but anyways, laugh at all of that if you would like, but please let me know what you think.


Joseph S. Arnold: the Director of Living For Revolution:
3839 Pacific 163: Forest Grove, OR 97116: Cell: 503-367-4695:
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There Is Twist To My Current Story

There is more to my story. I need to tell you about this. I am not sure if I can tell you everything. I am still trying to figure this all out. I am not even exactly sure what is going on. You already know that I blew it. My friend gave me the opportunity to do ministry in California. I burnt down that bridge, that door, that chance. I made a bunch of mistakes. My bad. I understand that all this is my fault and all. Don't get me wrong, I do understand that I have been being a fool. Correct my bad grammar. I understand. I should of known better. But there is a twist to the story. And that is, I was innocent.

I am innocent.

My friend made the offer about seven months ago, in February. 'If you continue messing up then you will not get to go to California.' I should of known better. I was too innocent. I stopped listening. No way. I always listen. I try to listen, honest to my God. I mean, I do. I do not know what happened. Several times, I was late to meetings. My bad. No excuse. And I do not even try to defend myself. I mean, the older I get, the less I defend myself. I would be late. But I am so innocent in doing so.

One Tuesday, I was making my way back home for Bible Study, in Hawaii. I was out there socializing with the youth and homeless. I quickly hopped on a bus. I was told that most of the buses, in Honolulu, would transfer to Ala Moana Transit Center. I got lost. I had to get on several buses. And I got lost several times while in Hawaii. I should have knew better. I should of asked for direction. But I thought knew where was going.

And there are also a lot of other problems, too. I am learning to become more dependable, honest, consistent, reliable, trustworthy, caring, and all, now, but it seems to be too late now. I find it hard to apologize to my friends. I get distracted. I try to do too many things. I love people and all. I want to make a difference. But I let too many things stop me from reaching out like my Uncle Jimmy Williams, who has passed away. I have officially reached rock bottom at this point in my life. If you are reading this then you must know that I am very heart broken right now. I even called a girl ugly. And I feel that I cannot forgive myself from it. Especially since I started liking her and everything. And I am just broken in so many ways. And I will admit this. I would rather not let people see my heart full of these wounds. But I am hurting. And I feel like an idiot. Just a dork with broken glasses. I have had broken glasses for the past fourteen months, about. People still giggle, 'You need new glasses.' No duh, but I am unable. I have more important things to worry about, like where am I going to rest my head. I feel hurt by what people say. And I started thinking about suicide. But my older sister has been talking to me this weekend. And God has been whispering to me. And there are a lot of other people too, that have been daring me to get past this hole. My Hawaiian friend has inspired me to be strong. And I seem to have this support from others. Still, I messed up. Yet, the twist, of this story, makes this story worth contemplating. That is what I tell you. If you do not think about the twist to this story: then the story will twist you to make an unworthy conclusion. You need to know that I feel betrayed.

I feel betrayed!

I cannot tell you that I was betrayed by my friend in California, or by anybody. I have decided that I do not believe that I was betrayed or tricked. My friends do care about me. And they have made decisions. I am not sure if they made the best decisions. But they made logical decisions. I understand. And I forgive them. And I find it easier to forgive them all than to forgive myself. Now, I am being told not to beat myself up. I am forgiving myself. I am healing and all. But still, I feel betrayed. I understand what happened. I understand how I blew it, now. But it is too late now. I did not know all this before.