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|Tuesday, April 14th, 2009|
|And politicallydest is back ...
Welcome back to the show, folks ...the only one where you'll be entertained, educated, made to laugh and cry, while being pissed off at me at the same time.
I am in Iraq at the moment, and with little to do, I am starting to post again.
Although be forewarned, rather than the usual social ramblings, this will be more focused on feminism ...new show, new year, new theme ...
What's been up with ya'll?
I am still bald.
|Tuesday, October 2nd, 2007|
Folks: now and forever, this blog has moved to the following: profeministmale.wordpress.com
Come visit me. :) Hope all is well!
|Wednesday, May 30th, 2007|
|Pregnant women, fetuses and "double murders."
What are your thoughts on these cases in which a murderer is charged with a doubble murder for killing a mother who is pregnant? I always cringe when I hear the fetus referred to as the "unborn baby" or by its intended name. My feelings are split on this, because on one hand, a fetus should always be treated like a fetus and not a human being, and on the other hand, it is a pretty cruelsome crime to kill a mother and fetus.
The argument could always be made that there is a difference between a fetus intended to be born by its mother, which makes it a double murder, and a fetus that is terminated because its mother made the very hard decision to have an abortion. All these fetal protection laws really do confuse me, in terms of ideologies.
|Friday, May 25th, 2007|
|Tired of getting your ass kicked as liberals, feminists and Democrats? Me too!
Are you getting pretty fucking tired of running around on campus, being one of just a few who see what the hell is going on, and trying to fight the right? I know I am.
You know why that is? It's because no matter what we do, no matter what we claim, the truth is we, as feminists and liberals and Democrats, are getting our asses kicked up and down the aisle and Capitol Hill.
The reason for this is simple: we play by the rules. It still amazes me that, knowing the right's tactics and lack of consideration for the Constitution, integrity or anything else, we're still living in a dream world and thinking that, somehow, if we play by the rules, we're going to win.
We're not. The Republicans are breaking the rules, and so should we. They're lying through their teeth, and so should we.
We're losing our public-image battles, and that needs to change. What we need, then, are allies.
The biggest group of potential allies we can tap into? The religious right. Just as the Republicans are able to manipulate the message of God, Jesus and whatever else the religious right voters believe, so can we.
The truth is the religious right are often uneducated, and don't really give a damn about Constitutional laws or scientific studies or any of that. So what do we do? We speak in their language. We embrace them. We talk about obligations as Christians, and Catholics, as Americans and family-loving people. That's how we win them.
Our ideals are not good enough. We must be able to manipulate in order to get the votes, to put the people who share our Democratic values into office. We must be able to convince religious voters that we are the "correct" Christians while the Republicans are not.
Does it mean we have to twist the truth, stretch the Constitution and play hardball politics? Absolutely. The end justifies the means.
This bullshit about "our ideas are better than theirs, we'll win" or "what is good and just will always prevail," and "in the end, goodness will always win over evil" is bullshit. That might get you a vote or two as second-grade class president, but in politics, you're fucked!
We can run around talking about what is right and what is good and all of that, but without a political strategy, we get nowhere.
It's time for us to stop living in a dream world, start acting like the Republicans, and kick some ass.
It's time we find the liberal version of Karl Rove.
Fairness means nothing.
|Wednesday, May 23rd, 2007|
|the NFL, racism and dog fights.
If you have a television or are able to read, and especially if you're near the beltway area, you have -- no doubt, been exposed to recent controversies of Atlanta Falcons alleged involvement with dog fighting, as well as the comments made by Redskins running back Clinton Portis and his recent comments about how Vick is picked on because he is a celebrity.
Make no doubt, I think dog fighting is cruel and inhumane and …uncivilized. I also think Michael Vick is an idiot. But having said that, it is also my belief that both Vick and Portis are victims of discrimnation in the NFL. Why? Simply because they are black.
Consider this: all the incidents that have taken place with Mike Vick have been alleged. Do I think there might be a bit of truths to them? Sure. But all these incidents have stuck with Vick simply because, I believe, of the color of his skin.
Did he flip off his fans? Yes. But while that is an incident that has repeatedly been mentioned, no one sees former Saints' lineman Kyle Turley ripping off an opponent's helmet as being negative. No one mentions that both Hall-of-Fame quarterback Joe Montana and former Packers linebacker Mark Chmura (spelling) were alleged to have had sex with extremely underaged girls. No one mentions Brett Farve's addictions to pain killers, or Sabastian Janikowski's drunken antics, or Jeramy Stevens' drugs and DUI indicents.
Portis, for what he's worth, said that Vick is being picked on, and everyone is now on his case for it. He didn't say it in the most intelligent way, but imagine if he were a lawyer, from Beverly Hills and is white. Would we still have the same reaction?
Don't get me wrong. I am not defending any of these players. I think both Portis and Vick are disgusting human beings. I am just asking that people be fair. If we are going to cast Vick and Portis as social degenerates, we have to do the same with Turley, Montana, Farve, Janikowski, Chumra and Stevens as well.
|Monday, May 21st, 2007|
|Pet peeves! I HATE THESE PEOPLE!
It occured to me that the reason I have been such an asshole as of late is because I have been extremely annoyed by people. From the lady who takes five hours to park to the guy who years stupid ass shirts withstupid slogans, I hate them all. Here are a few other annoyances. Please bare with me.
The people on campus who see me in uniform and proceed to rant to me about the liberals and how they are screwing up the country. Guess what? Shut your mouth. I am a liberal and I wear the uniform. Don't assume I am one of you just because I wear an Army uniform. It's annoying.
On that note, when I am having lunch in uniform, don't come up to thank me or offer to buy me lunch. I don't know you and I am not starving. So don't offer to buy me shit. I can pay my own meals and don't need a hand out from you. Besides, if you knew I am a godless liberal fucker, would you be as nice to me?
The Christians who keep on telling me about Jesus and telling me it's good news. Shit. I did not just crawl from under a rock. I've heard that shit. I choose not to believe it. And yot know what else? Don't shake your head and tell me you will pray for me because I've been told and know of Jesus but do not believe? Truth is you may have Jesus, but I have a deadly kick that I might have to introduce to your face.
The girl at the bar who thinks I am supposed to talk to her just because she is hot. No, I am not. I am at the bar to have fun. If you want to talk, you come to me.
The guy at the bar who stares at the girls and give them dirty looks but don't have time to talk to them. Grow a pair of balls or poke your eyes out. Sitting there all night looking creepy isn't going to get you laid. Fucking losers.
The creepy fucker who kisses a woman on the hand whe they first meet. You aren't a fucking knight and the is not a queen. You know, it is gay. The only one who looks like a queen in that situation is you. Unless she knows and is comfortable with you, don't even put your mouth near her. I will smack the shit out of you.
The little idiot in a big truck playing country music so loud it makes my head hurt. I get you're a country boy, don't need to advertise it. I can tell my your dumbass mustach and thick accent.
The Navy guys who run around the bars in their Navy outfits, thinking they are the shit. YOU ARE NOT. You are uneducated and common. Get over it. The only time you ever see combat is on your video games, so shut up about how tough life is.
The little fuckers who think the waitresses are in love with them because she is nice. Guess what? BEING NICE TO YOU IS HER JOB! STOP ROAMING YOUR HANDS OR OVER HER OR GIVE HER YOUR PHONE NUMBER. SHE IS NOT INTERESTED.
The girl who, upon finding out I am at feminist, asks me if I am gay. I am not and I can show you! And stop telling me no shit statements like, 'It's their bodies and their choice.' You got anything else, like, oh, I don't know, 'George Bush is an idiot?'
In the mall, people who walk like they've got all fucking day. They may have, but I don't. Get the hell out of my way. Especially in military malls. If you and your five kids can't walk fast enough, get the fuck out of my way. And since you get paid on the first and fifteenth, try buying something else other than sweats for a chance.
People who think that just because my parents are Vietnamese, that I am supposed to know how to cook said food. On, I don't know how to make pho, spring rolls, egg rolls, egg plants or anything else. My idea of cooking ethnic is Ramen, so stop asking.
The fuckers who don't get off their cell phones at the check out lines. Have a courtesy to hang up and deal with the cashiers. And make sure you've got your money ready. I don't have all day to stand at Target waiting for you.
The idiots who brag about how much they can drink. It doesn't make you cool. It makes you an alcoholic. Freshman year? Totally acceptable. Anytime after that, you are a loser.
Lastly, any guy who calls a woman anyone of the following after just meeting them: girl, honey, babe, darling, sweetheart or any terms of endearment. Shit. It is insulting. When I heard a guy call a food server at Orlando International Airport that a few months ago, I threatened to shove my fist down his throat. Next time, I won't be a threat.
And you know what else? The idiots near the student parking lot who take their sweet ass time to walk, while I am late for class.
And the little fuckers who take forever to order food. It's not like ordering at Taco Bell is that complicated. It's not a gourmet meal.
And people who don't say thank you when I hold the door for them. Next time, I will slam it in their face.
The couple who walks through a crowded place still holding hands and getting into everyone's way. It's not like anyone is going to mistake them for anything else but a couple because they both look perfectly stupid enough for each other.
Also, the idiot on the subway who doesn't know how to stay away from the door and has to be told five times to step away from it. Also, extremely fat but otherwise healthy people who refuse to give up seats to old people on the train. Selfish shits.
While I am at it, there are a couple more pet peeves I'd like to get out of my system just so I don't end up hurting anyone:
People who can't take care of themselves when they get shitfaced. I am not your father, and I won't hold you when you're drunk and throwing up. This especially goes for guys who throw up all over themselves and expect their girlfriends to take care of them, in vomit and all. She's your girlfriend, not your mom! Love is conditional. Do that too many times and she'll leave your ass.
People who are making a turn in traffic, but slam on their brakes before turning on the blinkers. Next time, I'll plow into turn. Fucking learn to drive before you get on the road. The excuse that you're from somewhere else doesn't fly with me. I don't care where you're from, bad driving is bad driving.
Emotionally needy motherfuckers who still talk about their past loves and are pining away like losers. It didn't work for a reason. There are other fish in the sea.
Get over it and move on! I am tired of hearing about it. You don't need love to be happy. Do I miss a certain girl from the past? Hell, yes! But I don't need her. So you suck it up and move on, too!
Military academy guys. Especially Naval ones. You're a freaking cadet, so get over yourselves. You all try to pass yourselves off as being successful and intellectual and tough, none of which is true. You're a trainee, a college kid with a scholarship. Truth be told, you aren't anything but patriarchal assholes. Stop talking about leadership, because the last time you saw leadership was when you were in the front-leaning rest position beating your face.
Guys who constantly talk about sex, and what they'd like to do to a girl. Here"s reality: we know you ain't gettin' any, so stop talking about it. It's crude, it's sick, and I don't want to hear about how you'd like to have a girl do number 2 on you.
And lastly, people who send me these dumb surveys. I don't care what your favorite color is or what the name of your first grade teacher was or what your initials spell out, stop telling me. What does the name of the street the house you lived in was on when you were six have anything to do with anything? If you have something to e-mail me, make sure I give a shit about it.
|Wednesday, April 18th, 2007|
|Love one another.
In the aftermath of the tragic events at Virginia Technological University this week, I could not help but shed a tear. I cry because my heart hurts for the parents who will never get a chance to hold their daughters and sons again, and for the young women and men whose promising lives were abruptly ended Monday morning. Moreover, I cry because I am touched by the outpour of love and kindness America and the world have shown for those involved.
Such an emotional reaction from the world community also makes me wonder what it is that makes the world come together times of tragic events to act and love as one. The only answer I can come up with is that we are all humans, and that we want to grieve and love together, as a way to help our fellow human beings heal and move on.
However, it is my assertion that it is much better to love our fellow human beings before a tragic event happens then after it's already taken place. The love we show for our fellow human beings must be proactionary and not reactionary. In the end, love may be able to save us all, but such acts of love and random kindness are much better if practiced at the beginning, than in the end.
I make no excuses for the accused gunman in the Virginia Tech shooting. I cannot, however, help but wonder if this could have been prevented had we been kinder and loving to our fellow students.
In every mass school shooting, the accused gunman is described as a "loner," -- a person with no friends and social life -- outcast by society and left to fight the tough battles of life on his own. Why, though, did that person have to be a "loner?"
Even on college campuses, none of us comes from the same backgrounds. Some are better at social interactions than others; some are more shy than others; some have an easier time making friends than others. The one thing we have in common, however, is that we all have a need to care and to be cared for.
Rather than basking in the warmth of our own circle of friends, only letting in those with whom we feel comfortable, what if we reached out to others? What if offered someone a seat at our dining table, not because they "fit" into our cicle of friends, but simply because they're human beings? What if we held the door just a little longer for a person, not because we find the person attractive, but because we're kind? What if -- just what if, a random act of kindness could have prevented all of this?
Caught up in our own lives' goings-on, we often forget about those around us -- the weird kid walking across campus with extremely dirty clothes and a set of headphones; the girl who never speaks; the freshman who keeps to himself all semester, not interacting with any other students in class.
I am not saying reaching out to a stranger will prevent another shooting from ever taking place. I am saying it is the right thing to do, because doing so is the humane, loving and kind. Through this tragic event, we've shown that we are capable of loving total (and perfect) strangers simply because we are all of the human race -- now, only if we can do so, in our everyday lives, rather than as a reaction to a tragic event.
In the next few months, there will be discussions about campus safety and gun laws. We will be challenged to look at our policies and what we can do to make our campuses safer. We will be challenged to work together as Democrats and Republicans to lesgislate laws that'll ensure there are no further loss of innocent lives. Some of those challenges will be met with success, others will not.
The one challenge we must all take on and ensure it is successful, above all, is to love one another.
|Tuesday, April 17th, 2007|
|She was raped and burned
Correct me if I am wrong, but isn't April supposed to be Domestic Violence Month? I guess CNN and Fox News and the rest of them didn't get the memo.
Last week, a woman was raped and brutally burned. She was tied up in her house and the rapist set the futon on fire. The fire burned through the ropes and she was able to escape. She was a student. This took place in New York.
The link is here: http://www.nydailynews.com/news/crime_file/2007/04/16/2007-04-16_pervert_tried_to_kill_her-2.html
Yet, where is this story reported in the news media? Instead, the last 24 hours, we've been hearing about the shooting at Virginia Tech. Yes, such an incident was tragic and I feel their pain, but its significance should not ever downplay the impact of a rape. Left to be buried as second-page news, this woman's story will never be told; the sick and heinous nature of rape will never be told; worst, left to be found by vigilant readers, the story, still buried on the second of third page, fails to highlight the fact that women still face severe plights and dangers in America, in 2007.
If we truly valued human rights, we would stand up and speak out for every human. If we truly valued the contribution and work of women, we must -- we have to, speak out for those who have been devalued. We did not do so in this case.
Rape is never acceptable and it will never will, we all agree. But somehow, we're treating it as though it is acceptable. It is immoral, it is wrong, and it is unethical. I might not be able to change the whole world for the better, but I sure do my damndest to change people's way of thinking. We start with conciousness raising.
You have no idea of how hard it is, being a feminist, living in a patriarchal culture.
|Thursday, April 5th, 2007|
|Those Christians! UGH!
I don't bash Christians, as I know there are openminded, good ones; but it's people like these that I feel like I should devote my entire life fighting for feminism and against religious oppression. Take a look at this book! I try to keep my mind open to all religious views, but this isn't even worth as my bathroom reader (I have kinky, erotic bathroom readers!).http://www.christianbook.com/Christian/Books/product?event=AFF&p=1007828&item_no=72966#curr
"Lies Women Believe: And the Truth that Sets them Free"
Here are some examples:
: "I need to learn to love myself."
: "I have my rights."
: "I should not have to live with unfilled longings."
: "I don't have time to do everything that I'm _supposed_ to do."
: "I can make it without consistent time in the Word and prayer."
: "A career outside the home is more fulfilling than being a wife and mother."
: "If I submit to my husband, I will be miserable."
: "Sometimes divorce is a better than staying in a bad marriage."
: "If I feel something, it must be true."
: "I shouldn't have to suffer."
|Thursday, February 15th, 2007|
Let me preface by saying that from the perspective of both the cheater and the cheated, infidelity is never acceptable …and there is never an excuse for it. It’s something I would never consider doing.
But what about from the perspective from the person who is the object of affection of the cheater? *The "other person," if you will* Does he have any responsibility? Think of it this way – infidelity is between the person cheating and the person being cheated. The person providing side entertainment plays no role at all. If a person wants to cheat, s/he is going to do so anyway, and if you’re in a position to be with the potential cheater, what point is it to take the “moral” high ground and turn her down? Sex, after all, is just sex. If you can provide her with emotional and sexual satisfaction, and at the same time, enjoy yourself, then is there anything really wrong about it?
Besides, there’s something almost …egotistical and exciting about it …but then again, it also seems so wrong to be a “relationship wrecker.” But at the same time, if a person is considering cheating, then the relationship is already wrecked.
|Tuesday, January 30th, 2007|
|Why did you go to college?
Really – why did you go to college? It’s a simple question, but the answer, no matter how simple or complex, can say a lot about a person. For the last year, in speaking with the people I meet on campus, I’ve asked that very question – and only one person, it seems, as answered me in a satisfactory question.
“Because I want to change the world,” she said, and I fell head over heels for her, then and there.
In everyone else, I am amazed at the answers I got.
“Because I want a secured, high paying job,” one would say.
“Because I want to be famous,” another said.
“Because I want a big house and a nice car,” someone else would say.
While the answer varied, the theme that I got was that the reason they went to college was for themselves, and not for any other people.
I hate that. I truly hate that, and in the course of finding out those answers, I lost a little bit of faith in humanity.
For as long as I could remember, my goal in life has been to ease the pain of poverty and hopelessness for my fellow Americans; to sooth them at times of discomfort; to provide them with a true shot at the American Dream.
That’s why I joined the Army – knowing damned well that my ideologies and theirs do not match. I wanted to use it as a stepping stone. That’s why I became a political science and women’s studies major. I wanted to know the secrets of politics, I wanted to learn more about the plight of women, to arm myself with the knowledge to help. That’s why I picked up African-American studies as a minor. It doesn’t make me comfortable in that class. I feel as though I am intruding, and invading private space. But I tough it out because I know understanding the history and plight of the African-American community also helps with finding out the best way to help.
The point is this: we, as college students, are the privileged ones. We’ve all been given a chance to succeed – or at the very least, get an education. Others aren’t so fortunate.
Those of us who have been lucky enough to have gotten a shot at the American Dream have an obligation to give back to those who have not, so that those who haven’t gotten such a shot can also reach for that opportunity, so that they, too, can give back to America one day.
Perhaps I am too idealistic. Perhaps I am wrong. More and more, I am starting to believe that, indeed, I AM wrong.
Am I alone in my thoughts of how the world and college should be? Current Mood: contemplative
|Wednesday, January 24th, 2007|
|Wednesday, January 10th, 2007|
|I am reaching out to the religious right.
I’ve decided this year that, despite the fact we share very different ideologies, I am going to reach out to the religious right and be more active in being a part of different religious organizations on campus. I see this as a good thing. While our values may be very different, we all care very deeply about America and our fellow human beings, and in the end, they are very good people who only want what’s good for America, in their views.
By being a part of them and spending time with them, I might just be able to understand where they are coming from, and on the same token, show them where I, a liberal Democrat, come from. It’s a chance to start a dialogue and to work together for a better America.
While this might be seen as a politically motivated move, I am doing so, really, for self-growth and to understand more about them. Just because we disagree on some issues doesn’t mean we disagree on all issues. We are, after all, Americans and human beings.
This week, I am going to stop by the Baptist Students Ministry and have lunch with them. We’ll see how it goes!
|Monday, January 8th, 2007|
|Bush confuses Gerald with Henry Ford.
Oops, He Did It Again:
Bush Accidentally Refers To 37th President As Henry Ford
Story by Marc Lloyd, Senior Political Writer.
In yet another twist to his ever-changing saga, President George W. Bush yesterday referred to former President Gerald Ford as “Henry Ford” during his weekly radio address to the nation.
“Henry Ford was a great man and a great president,” Bush said of the 37th president, who passed away last week. “He healed our nation and brought it out of the days of darkness following the Vietnam War. He was also a great athlete and a top-of-the-line auto designer.
“To honor President Ford, I encourage every one of you to buy one of his vehicles,” Bush continued, stating that with the recent tax-cuts, spending money on a Ford is exactly what everyone needs.
“President Ford defined everything that was American – and now, so must we in his honor,” he said.
As White House staffers snickered and Press Secretary Tony Snow looked on with horror, Bush continued, confessing that his whole family drives Ford vehicles and that his Presidential limousine is also a Ford.
“There’s something uniquely American about a Ford,” Bush said. “We’re big fans of Ford – the Bush family are – and it’s not just something that happened because Henry passed away. We’ve been big fans since we were teenagers.
“In fact,” Bush added, “in 1963, when Laura was involved in that drunk-and-driving accident, she was driving a Ford.”
Bush intended to go on with the tribute to President Ford, but was cut short when a frantic Snow entered the studio, turned off the microphone and pulled him out.
The damage, however, had already been made.
“Because of modern technology, there is no way of taking what he said back,” said newly-appointed Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi. “For the first time today, the president confirmed to the nation that he not only lacks the ability to think, he also failed 9th grade history.”
Although the family of Mike Douglas (not to be confused with actor Michael Douglas) could not be reached for comment, a source close to the family said Bush’s comments brought up old wounds.
“It’s almost like a joke to him,” the source said. “He showed extreme insensitivity and a lack of compassion by bringing up a tragic incident that the Douglas family has never really recovered from.”
Bush, of course, was speaking about the 1963 accident in which, then 18-year-old Laura Welch, rear-ended the car of a classmate, killing him instantly. Although she was not charged, it was suspected at the time that she’d been drinking.
Snow, a former Fox TV anchor turned White House spokesman, was left speechless. In fact, he did not speak to the media for hours after the incident.
When he made himself available, Snow said the president’s remarks, while a bit strange, were not out of place.
“Henry Ford, Gerald Ford, 2004 Ford Taurus, it’s all the same to him,” Snow
said. “The point is that the president is very busy and stressed and has his mind on a lot of things …like fishing and golfing, so sometimes he does tend to misspeak. You can’t blame him for that.”
In a related story, the White House announced today it will adopt Britney Spears’ rendition of “Oops, I Did It Again,” to chronicle the blunders of the Bush saga.
“We’ll have a team of Secret Service agents who’ll follow him,” Snow said. “Every time he makes a mistake, they’ll start singing ‘Oops, I Did It Again.’”
The Bush staff, it is reported, is getting extremely tired of the song.
|Wednesday, January 3rd, 2007|
|New Year's Resolution.
Damn it, it's unusually hot for January. I am sweating like a pig. Maybe I am a pig. (Obviously edited! Duh!)
|Spanish or French?
Well -- the time has come to register for classes again (actually, the time was about two months ago, but lazy bastard that I am, I blew it off). Now, I have to make a decision for foreign language: Spanish or French?
French is a cute language, but as one with political aspiration, Spanish is more useful -- but it's not at all intellectual.
I am fucking struggling.
|Wednesday, December 27th, 2006|
|My UU Christmas service.
Firstly, how is all?
A few things that happened the last few months: met America's Next Hillary Clinton, but things didn't work out; my roommate tried to kill my other roommate's cat; I am now an officer with the Feminist Majority Leadership Alliance on campus; Nichole got married, but I didn't care; I've been a little whore; and that's it ...
But I wanted to tell you about my Christmas as a UU!
This is why I love being UU – I can get out of bed at 6 p.m. for the 7 p.m. Christmas service, come to church late looking like crap, and run all the way down the aisle with my crippled buddy hopping along the side and no one would say anything!
Not only that, I left to go to the bathroom in the middle of caroling (I swear to God, we didn’t sing any of those “Jesus you’re my savior, please help me change my behavior” songs!) and when I came back, all the lights had been turned off for our candle light service! I ran down the aisle one more time, hopped over my crippled buddy and got back into service. It was a beautiful service.
It’s cheesy to say, but it seems I get teary almost every time I am at any service, to include Christmas – it sort of revitalizes me and makes me believe in the goodness of mankind again. It was great, because it’d been a long time since I saw that many UUs gathering at the same time! We had a problem finding parking space!
We had a beautiful candlelight service – the idea was to start with one candle, representing love and then sharing the light with another person to “spread the love.” I spread my love quite well! After a while, the hundreds of us at church had lit candles. I loved it.
After the service, we hung out for a while with my fellow UUs and went and got drunk …then we went to Midnight Mass …it was …disappointing. As a UU, I felt I was supposed to explore other services, but it was mind-numbing! They were all dressed in red, smelled funny and sang shit I did not understand! Ugh! To make matters worst, there was no program! I asked the lady for a program and she looked at me like I was stupid. “Oh, child, it’s the same service every year,” she said.
We left that Catholic Church fifteen minutes before Mass began.
|Saturday, September 23rd, 2006|
|Dear shitty Virginian drivers ...
Kind and loving, dear people of Bible Belt Virginia- please stop driving like shit. I know I am a liberal fuck from California and that you're all hoping that I die, but driving like shit is not the best way to go about doing it, because you might hurt yourself, too.
It is not smart to pull out in front of me at 60 miles an hour and not use your blinkers. My brakes and reflexes are only so good. The next time it happens, I might hit you, and while I might need a new car after that, you might need a new wheelchair ...
Also, do not ride your brakes. Pump your brakes. I am from California. One of the things we're taught to do at a very early age is to pump -- pump your brakes. It'll slow your car down, but won't just completely stop you, and it also allows me to know that you are slowing down. Suppose I am behind you, how the hell am I supposed to know you've slowed down if your brake lights are on all the time, because you're riding them like, well, nevermind the euphemism.
Another thing ...turn on your fucking lights! I promise I won't drain your batteries. You are all bad drivers as is ...if I don't see you, I can't prevent myself from hitting you ...if it's 7 p.m. and there is very little light out, the purpose of the lights is to provide, well, lights. Is that such a hard concept to follow?
And please turn off your damned music. I am a country boy, and I love country music, but you don't see me making my car into the AMC Theater. I have respect for people and understand that what might seem harmonic to me might be shit to you. You don't seem to understand that.
In the military, we had a rule. If anyone else can hear your music from 50 feet away, that's way too loud. The next time I hear your music from 50 feet away, I am ramming my car straight into yours, without using my blinkers, pumping my brakes, or turning on my lights, all the while with the Dixie Chicks blaring in my car.
That's all for now.
|Wednesday, September 20th, 2006|
|A new house!
I've done it! I've moved in to a new apartment in the heart of the liberal district here in Norfolk, with bars within 200 feet and other college students out having fun every night. I am physically drained by the move, but I love it.
The apartment is shared with another ODU student who's a friend of Heather's, and a high school teacher who's 25. So from an age perspective, we are a young house.
And it's so big, too! 1600 square feet, and with so much room to spare. The only problem with a big apartment/house is I can never find my shit anymore. I spent half an hour looking for my shirt yesterday and lost it again today. I must be dumb!
For the third time this semester, I walked into the wrong classroom at school -- so I think I am already worn out. I hate it.
Yesterday, I walked into my 11 a.m. class (lecture hall) only to find that students were already in there. So I quietly sat down and followed along -- the professor was discussing Hurricane Katrina ...I should have kept my mouth shut, but I made a comment and then realized it had nothing to do with my class ...looking at my watch, I then realized it was only 10 a.m.
I felt dumb just sneaking back out of class.
I am already going crazy!