Because corporations have no soul, they suck away your remaining years doing an unimportant job in an uninspiring cubicle of crushingly depressing gray.
Because politics have no mind, they can't think of anything that is remotely helpful in any way, shape, or form. What ever you want to do, you will fail, as the brain is the most important part of the body, and if the brain fails, you fail as well.
Because people, despite occasionally being soul-less and brain-dead, have a much higher chance of doing something right.
Because people also have a heart.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Whole New Year
Hey McDoodles!
It's been six days into the whole new year, decade, first years of the rest of your life!
Which means that something important should have happened!
Did you save any lives? No?
Well, did you save the game? No again?
Um, well, did you do well in school? What, really? Huh.
Did... did you watch a movie? Or even just a clip? Wow.
Did you even do anything remotely interesting?
It's been six days into the whole new year, decade, first years of the rest of your life!
Which means that something important should have happened!
Did you save any lives? No?
Well, did you save the game? No again?
Um, well, did you do well in school? What, really? Huh.
Did... did you watch a movie? Or even just a clip? Wow.
Did you even do anything remotely interesting?
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Just a Child
Let's say I'm a child. (That's pretty easy. I am one.)
Let's say that I haven't seen much of the world yet. (Hell, I haven't even driven a car.)
Let's say that I spend a bunch of time learning about the world, through various sources. (Through, say, I don't know, the Internet.)
Let's say that from my varied and non-biased learning, I come to have my own opinions of the world, at least a few. (Okay, that works.)
Let's say that I want to express my opinions on a website devoted to this kind of thing. I may not know all the answers, but I know some. (It's a valid way to make arguments, if not win debates.)
Does that mean I'm fair game to insult? Should I be ridiculed, thrown down, spit upon?
Does being a child mean that I don't know as much, and that my opinion doesn't count?
I am human as much as you are, just as right and just as wrong.
Respect that.
Let's say that I haven't seen much of the world yet. (Hell, I haven't even driven a car.)
Let's say that I spend a bunch of time learning about the world, through various sources. (Through, say, I don't know, the Internet.)
Let's say that from my varied and non-biased learning, I come to have my own opinions of the world, at least a few. (Okay, that works.)
Let's say that I want to express my opinions on a website devoted to this kind of thing. I may not know all the answers, but I know some. (It's a valid way to make arguments, if not win debates.)
Does that mean I'm fair game to insult? Should I be ridiculed, thrown down, spit upon?
Does being a child mean that I don't know as much, and that my opinion doesn't count?
I am human as much as you are, just as right and just as wrong.
Respect that.
Monday, January 4, 2010
Sometimes...
Sometimes, on the days when all around you people are screaming and shouting and generally loudly voicing their own opinions without listening and nobody even cares because they love the sound of their own screaming voice too much and won't take any other opinion into account and you can't hear the sound of your own thoughts let alone voice because all around there are people who are waiting to be heard and need to be heard and are getting heard more than you and there's nothing you can do because you can't scream or yell or even whisper quietly to yourself and all the while just waves and waves of noise and people wanting and wishing and hoping and generally being people beat down on you and make you small small small small too small to do anything too small to make a difference too small to shout out the answer even though you're trying but now you don't even know what to believe because people make good points and bad points and points you aren't sure are right and some you are and now you can't even think for yourself because everything is too much and there is no one with you to stand next to you in case you lose sight of who you are and what you are doing and what you believe in and where you stand and what you want and there are too many people, too many people and they all say something different and you don't know what to believe in...
Sometimes on those days.
I just kinda want to hide.
But I won't.
Sometimes on those days.
I just kinda want to hide.
But I won't.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Politics
I don't like politics.
Don't get me wrong, I like the idea of government, that there is someone out there who is protecting my rights as a citizen.
And I like democracy, the fact that we can actually choose who leads us, and that they'll do what a majority of the population want.
But I don't like politics.
All the nitpicking, the arguing back and forth between the two parties (and the other, lesser parties complaining they never get a shot at stuff.)
I don't like the fact that government is inefficient, wasteful, and largely corrupt, and totally ignorant to the people's wishes.
I don't like the insults directed towards either of the parties, or from the thoughts and stereotypes that they stem from.
I want a government that will protect our rights; our rights to privacy, liberty, safety, and happiness.
I don't want a government that doles out our rights, like some sort of god, and fails to do even the most basic of tasks.
Don't get me wrong, I like the idea of government, that there is someone out there who is protecting my rights as a citizen.
And I like democracy, the fact that we can actually choose who leads us, and that they'll do what a majority of the population want.
But I don't like politics.
All the nitpicking, the arguing back and forth between the two parties (and the other, lesser parties complaining they never get a shot at stuff.)
I don't like the fact that government is inefficient, wasteful, and largely corrupt, and totally ignorant to the people's wishes.
I don't like the insults directed towards either of the parties, or from the thoughts and stereotypes that they stem from.
I want a government that will protect our rights; our rights to privacy, liberty, safety, and happiness.
I don't want a government that doles out our rights, like some sort of god, and fails to do even the most basic of tasks.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
People
Sometimes I wonder about people.
For example, today I read the back and forth conversations between a few liberals and a few conservatives. It was really depressing.
And on the plane ride back from Connecticut, I sat between two people who kept up a steady complaint about how terrible the trip was. (Granted, it took two hours just to get off of the ground, so I'll give them that.
How can the world be so full of people like this?
Yet even so, I still liked those two people on the plane. They were pretty okay.
And I still understood (some) of the reasoning behind the complaints these liberals and conservatives were making.
And today I had a chance to go to a YouTube gathering, and hang out with a bunch of people who were just completely shiny.
And everyday I have friends who understand me and give me a helping hand, a friendly shoulder, and a big (metaphorical) hug every day.
I guess... I guess the world is just full of thoughts that make it worse than before, and populated by people who make it better.
For example, today I read the back and forth conversations between a few liberals and a few conservatives. It was really depressing.
And on the plane ride back from Connecticut, I sat between two people who kept up a steady complaint about how terrible the trip was. (Granted, it took two hours just to get off of the ground, so I'll give them that.
How can the world be so full of people like this?
Yet even so, I still liked those two people on the plane. They were pretty okay.
And I still understood (some) of the reasoning behind the complaints these liberals and conservatives were making.
And today I had a chance to go to a YouTube gathering, and hang out with a bunch of people who were just completely shiny.
And everyday I have friends who understand me and give me a helping hand, a friendly shoulder, and a big (metaphorical) hug every day.
I guess... I guess the world is just full of thoughts that make it worse than before, and populated by people who make it better.
Friday, January 1, 2010
Let Me Tell You a Story
Hey Homes-ies.
Let me tell you a story. If you are in this story, or know someone in this story, don't get weirded out. It is after all, just a story. Just a story.
So anyway. Last year.
Freshmen year.
I think it's the first day. Let's just say it is.
Walking around school, checking it out.
See a girl.
Hey, she's cute.
*Sigh* Probably just gonna look at her from afar. Wonder what her name is?
*Sigh* Jake, Jake, Jake. What is up with you? You never do anything. You're probably going to just notice her in the halls on occasion, wishing you knew her better. What the hell man.
(Flashforward)
Aye yo, guys, totally just gotta new girlfriend! Holla at you' boy! Course, gotta, gotta give her a little space, you know?
Hey guys, meet Whitney.
(Little voice in head: Hey. Isn't that that girl? Weird...)
It was...it was just kinda weird...you know?
Let me tell you a story. If you are in this story, or know someone in this story, don't get weirded out. It is after all, just a story. Just a story.
So anyway. Last year.
Freshmen year.
I think it's the first day. Let's just say it is.
Walking around school, checking it out.
See a girl.
Hey, she's cute.
*Sigh* Probably just gonna look at her from afar. Wonder what her name is?
*Sigh* Jake, Jake, Jake. What is up with you? You never do anything. You're probably going to just notice her in the halls on occasion, wishing you knew her better. What the hell man.
(Flashforward)
Aye yo, guys, totally just gotta new girlfriend! Holla at you' boy! Course, gotta, gotta give her a little space, you know?
Hey guys, meet Whitney.
(Little voice in head: Hey. Isn't that that girl? Weird...)
It was...it was just kinda weird...you know?
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